We Are Broken

Okay chapter four, it's a little short one he he.

I have all these thoughts in my head it's just hard to put them into words.

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My wrists and ankles were burning from where the ropes that tied me to the chair had once been.

I rubbed my wrists as Castiel untied me, all three men were staring at me in shock , I just sat there in defeat I was exhausted and hurting I had showed my weakness already , Sam helped me out of the chair and I snapped my arm out of his grip "I don't need your help"

"She's no angel" Castiel said as Dean shook his head in agreement.

"That's what I have been trying to tell you" I said angrily under my breath but so they could still hear me "where is my bag" I searched the other room Sam, Dean and Castiel had come from. We were in some sort of warehouse.

"Back at the hotel room" Castiel said coming into the room.

I was still weak from the attack but if anyone found that bag I was dead, I looked around "how..." I looked around annoyed and said in a sigh "How the hell do I get out of here?"

"Sam and Dean Will go get your bag" he looked at Sam and Dean and they complied

I protested "wait! So what, I can't leave?"

"No you can't" Castiel looked at me

"Why the hell not" okay I know I had an attitude but I got it from my father, and well he wasn't letting me go.

"Demons are obviously after you, you're not going to be safe out there" Castiel said.

I placed my hands on my hips and sighed "I've taken care of myself for fifteen years; I can handle a little demon"

"That demon almost killed you" Castiel corrected me.

"That's only because you guys tied me up and just left me for them to come and get me"

"You still haven't answered my questions" Castiel said changing the subject.

Dean and Sam had been gone for awhile now and Castiel had been bombarding me with so many questions.

"I told you I'm just a hunter who wants to work with you guys to help end the apocalypse that you guys started in the first place" I pointed out the obvious.

"I think your here for a little more than that" I spun quickly as I heard deans voice and quickly saw Sam and dean standing there with my stuff, my bag had been opened.

I hated the thought of them searching through my things what if they knew my secret "You went through my bag!!" I yelled.

"Yeah and we found some interesting things" Said Dean as he put his hand in and rummaged through my belongings.

Sam shrugged "I told him not to" as he saw my face.

Dean started to pull out things "hmm Fake ID's, fake credit cards, guns and oh wait what's this?" he said as he pulled out a familiar looking gun and put on the table.

I couldn't believe my eyes "the cult" I said to myself Castiel must have put it in there.

"Oh so you know what this gun can do?" dean said he has a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Of course it's a..." I was cut off by Castiel.

"It's a fake" he looked at me, it wasn't a fake.

"Its not a..." again I was cut off by dean

"It is a fake because this" he pulled an exact replica out from underneath his jacket "this is the real one"

Yes they were both the real one they were the same one just from different times.

Dean searching through my bag once again "what else do we have here" he was enjoying this way too much.

I snapped I don't know what it was that made me do it but I did maybe it was because he had just pulled out my mother's silver necklace. "Give me that!!" I jumped up and I was struggling to pull the bag out of his firm grip, but it wasn't the bag I wanted it was the silver chain that he was holding up out of my reach. "Give it back!" I yelled once again

He found it funny like a joke I settled down.

"Dean just give me the necklace" he looked at me I felt like I was about to ball out in tears I think everything just hit me I had to tell them the truth not the whole truth but pretty much all of it.

"Please, it's my mom's" dean looked at me I knew he felt bad.

He gave it back to me with all of my other possessions.

"Okay I'll tell you why I'm really here"