CHAPTER SEVEN: Betrayal

"Dean would you just stop?"

Hannah was fast-walking to try to catch up to the distressed hunter who had just disappeared around a corner. "Dammit, Dean!"

As Hannah rounded the corner, her anxiety levels spiked as she saw no sign of the eldest Winchester. The demon ran a worried hand through her hair as she spotted a small alcove where the vending machines were kept. Making her way over, she prayed she'd find Dean.

Relief flooded Hannah's face as she saw the hunter leaning against the pop machine, a scowl on his face. "There you are." She smiled softly at him as his gaze focused on her.

"What do you want?" Dean spat, crossing his arms. If the demon looked close enough, she could see pain and anger in the eldest Winchester's eyes, his lips pressed to form a thin line.

As soon as he had said it, Dean immediately regretted snapping at Hannah. He only briefly saw hurt flash in her eyes before she covered it with a mask of indifference.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay." She admitted, shrugging casually. Hannah chewed at her bottom lip, trying to figure out the best thing to say. "Listen, I know what it's like to grow up with a dick of a dad, but don't push Sam out."

Dean scoffed. "Sammy left. He left me with Dad, he hasn't called me in four years, and he's back with John. I'd rather not get mixed up with that." The hunter stood up straight, walking forward away from the vending machine as he ran a tired hand down his face.

"I'm just saying. If I had a chance to be with my brother, I'd take it in a heartbeat." Hannah's voice was filled with sorrow as her eyes casted down, not wanting to make eye contact.

Dean sighed heavily before taking a step towards the demon and resting what he thought would be a comforting hand on her shoulder. Hannah flinched and backed up, shaking her head.

"You okay?" The eldest Winchester asked, looking at the brunette with concern.

The demon forced a laugh, trying to gloss over her reaction. "I'm fine. But, you should get back to your brother. I'll give you guys some time."

Dean's smiled slightly, walking past Hannah towards their shared motel room.

….

As soon as the demon had left the room, Sam quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed number one on his speed dial.

While he waited for his call to be answered, the hunter glanced around the room with disgust, just imagining that monster being in it with his brother.

Man, was Dad going to kill him.

"Hello?"

Sam was startled by the voice on the other end, put recovered quickly. "Hey, I found him but you wouldn't believe who he's with."

The person waited patiently, waiting for the youngest Winchester to elaborate. "Come on, I don't have all day."

Sam hesitated, not sure if he should rat his brother out or not. What was the worse he would do? Yell and kill the demon that was brainwashing Dean? Making up his mind, the hunter continued.

"He's working with a demon. I tracked Dean down to this motel room in Wisconsin and we got interrupted by her strolling in the room." Sam paused, replaying the scene in his head. "He- he protected the damn thing." The hunter practically growled, finishing.

Sam thought the call had been dropped since he only heard dead silence from the other end. After a few moments, they cleared their throat. "Text me your coordinates. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Will do, Dad." The hunter responded, about to hang up.

"And son, don't let him leave."

With that, Sam closed his phone and shoved it back in his pocket after sending a quick text just as Dean walked in.

….

"Can we please talk like adults?" Sam started off, taking a step towards his brother.

Dean's expression hardened as he stepped into the room, holding the door wide open. "Sure, Sammy. Hannah's staying with me. You and Dad are on your own. Nice to see you though. Maybe we'll get together at Christmas." The elder of the two forced a smile as he waited for his brother to say something.

Sam crossed his arms, defiance in his eyes. "No, Dean. I'm not going. And if you have to have that black-eyed bitch here, then I guess I'll have to get used to it." The hunter relented through clenched teeth.

Dean eyed his brother wearily as he considered what he said. "Dad stays out of my life."

The taller of the two sighed with frustration. "Fine." Sam hated lying to his brother but knew it was the best thing for their dad to come and take care of his brother's mess.

….

After Hannah was positive Dean was back in the motel room, she made her way to the back of the run-down building, almost running into a pair of guys.

The demon had to glance up to stare them in the eyes, both moderately good-looking guys.

"Hannah, you've been a very bad girl." One of them said with a smug smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." As the brunette went to take out her small pocket knife, the one who had spoken shoved her against the brick wall, his eyes flashing black.

"Crowley's curious as to why you left with his favorite chew toy." He hissed, his face inches from Hannah's.

The demon rolled her eyes. "Obviously you dicks weren't getting anywhere with Dean by just torturing him. So, me being the brilliant mastermind that I am came up with a plan." Hannah smiled proudly as she watched the man holding her up against the wall narrow his eyes.

"What plan would that be?" He spat, losing patience.

"That's none of your concern. All you need to know is at the moment I have both brother's. Now I'm just waiting for daddy dearest to show up."

The man let go of her, backing up only slightly. Brushing off her jacket, Hannah crossed her arms.

"For your sake, I hope you're not lying."

With that, Hannah was alone. Letting out a sigh of relief, she sank to the ground.

….

Hannah came back to a dark motel room and two grown men passed out on the set of queen beds. Smiling softly to herself, she tip-toed over to Dean, placing a warm hand on his bare shoulder.

The eldest Winchester jolted awake, grabbing the demon's wrist and pulling her on the bed. Before Hannah had time to say anything, she was underneath him with her hands pinned above her head.

Dean's eyes were feral as they searched her face, the initial shock wearing off as he registered who she was. Panting hard, the pair didn't move, both too stunned to move.

"Last time we were in this position, I scored." Hannah quipped in a hushed tone, trying to lighten the mood.

The hunter shook his head as if to shake the nightmare he was obviously having from his mind. Abruptly letting go of the demon's wrists like they had burned him, Dean rolled off of her to where they were laying side by side.

The brunette turned her head, both of their brilliant green eyes locking.

"Sorry…" Dean muttered, quickly breaking the gaze to stare at the ceiling.

The demon nodded, her lips tilting up slightly. "I was just going to tell you I was back. What's got you all jumpy?"

The eldest Winchester glanced at his still sleeping brother before returning his attention to a spot on the ceiling. "Just talk about my dad… Got me on edge for some reason."

"Sam promised your dad wouldn't get involved, so you have nothing to worry about." When Hannah spoke, it was almost as if she was trying to convince Dean and herself that they were safe.

No one was coming after them.

Before Dean could respond, they were both alarmed by the door suddenly bursting open, the light blinding them for a second as it was switched on.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

….

TBC

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