Not mine…

Supernatural

Dean had met a few crazy women in his lifetime, but never did he let their insanity affect his love for the rest. But now, after experiencing the frigging curling iron burns, he found all women completely nuts. He figured they had to be, if they were willing to use the stick of almost fire on themselves. Yes, he knew the thing was used for their hair, but if the risk was burning the crap out of themselves, why use it? It completely baffled him.

Of course, those thoughts wouldn't hit him until later. At the moment, he was pretty sure the smell of sizzling flesh and blood would never leave his nostrils. Also that his pain endorphins were probably broken, make that definitely.

Ava's question had been answered within moments of the iron warming up. She pressed the rod to Dean's shoulder, the heat immediately staunching the bleeding in his wound. She did both front and back, each burning touch sending searing pain through Dean and causing two separate, throat tearing screams to escape his mouth.

Ava cackled, savoring the sound of his anguish. Dean's eyes were streaming with tears of pain, his teeth gritted. He was breathing out his nose, fists unconsciously clenching despite the chains. He really wished he would have attempted to go back to sleep that morning. Nightmares of Alastair were better than this.

"Wakey, wakey, Deanie," Ava said causing Dean to open eyes he wasn't aware he had closed. His vision was blurred slightly, sliding into focus seconds later. He managed to catch Sam's eyes, his brother wearing a look of pure concern. Hazel-green eyes swam with tears of fear, something Dean hated to see on his brother-especially if he was the one responsible.

"Awe, little Sammy's worried about his brother," Ava said glancing between the brothers, a mocking smile on her face. "How cute is that? So, cute…" her smile slipped as she pressed the curling iron to Dean's arm. He nearly bit through his lip, blood dribbling down his chin from a new wound.

"Nothing like…the smell…of burnt arm…hair, eh…eh Sammy?" he asked through a gruff, pain-filled voice. His attempt at humor didn't get the desired effect he was looking for. Sam was supposed to play along, humor him, instead he noticed one single tear fall down his brother's face. Unfortunately, Ava did, too.

"Are…are you crying?" she put the curling iron down, crossing the room. She leaned over Sam to get a better look; Dean wanted to strangle her for even thinking about getting so close to Sam. "Holy crap, you are crying. Mr. Big Bad Demon Powers has a heart? Now I get it…"

"Get what," Sam snapped.

"Leave him alone," Dean snapped before Ava could respond.

"Anything for you, my sweet," Ava responded turning her back on Sam and walking back to Dean. She yanked the knife from the wall, the cool metal barely grazing Dean's arm. She studied it for a moment, a curious look crossing her face. "You know, it's kind of funny. Such a dependent utensil can be so independent sometimes. You know what I mean?"

"We…would if we…spoke…psycho bitch." Dean knew it was stupid, but the smart ass in him just wouldn't shut up. Besides, as long as she was leaving Sam along he was willing to say anything to her.

"Name calling, Dean? Really?" she turned to face him, running the knife along his chest. A shallow cut opened up, even more blood staining his shirt. Well, this shirt is done for, he couldn't help thinking.

"Humph, definitely not deep enough." She retraced the cut again, deeper than before, a hiss of pain escaping Dean's lips. "Perfect." The demon smiled, watching more blood leak from his body.

"Ava, you've proved your point," Sam said quietly, attempting to do what Dean was already trying to do. Get the psycho bitch to leave the other brother alone. Dean flashed him a look, warning him to shut up. If anyone was going to be hurt, if anyone was going to lose a crap load or blood-and the blood loss was starting to get to him-it was going to be him. Not Sam.

"No, I haven't. Not really," Ava replied slowly, slicing across Dean's chest again. As more blood fell, the room started to get fuzzy. Perfect, that's all I need, to pass out.

"Are you fading on us, Dean? Sammy and I will be extremely disappointed if you leave the party." Ava cut him again, spilling even more blood. The room, already hazy, began to tilt dangerously.

"Dean." That was Sam's voice, he thought wondering why it sounded so far away and so panicked. Sammy, calm down I'm fine. Or he would be fine, if his eyes would stay open. Slowly, against his will, they slid closed. Stay awake, he encouraged himself, stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay…

SUPERNATURAL

Sam felt his gut clench when Dean's head fell onto his chest. He wanted to yell at his brother to wake up, order him to open his eyes, but before he could open his mouth Ava threw him a sadistic smile. She waved the knife almost tauntingly, causing Sam to yank on his bindings again. The only thing he achieved, aside from more frustration, was deeper gashes around his wrist. More of his blood fell to the floor.

"You brought this upon yourself, Winchester," Ava said slowly turning her back on him, looking back at Dean.

"Use me, you hate me," Sam tried to bargain, begging despite what Ava had said earlier, but she had ignored him as she ran the knife down Dean's check. As if he needed to bleed more, the new cut dripped blood like a tear.

"You're beginning to become boring," Ava grumbled to the unaware Dean. "At least when you were conscious you screamed." Sighing she called, "Joshua, big brother, take him away."

The door opened and the brunette, possessed by Ava's big brother, walked into the room. He unchained Dean, and carried him from the room. Sam watched them go, his fear spiking tenfold. "Where are you taking him," he called after the demon, making his wrists bleed worse as he struggled to get free, again.

"Don't you worry about him," Ava purred wiping her knife on a handkerchief she extracted from her skirt pocket-for the first time Sam noticed she had changed since their very first meeting. "You should be worrying about yourself." She walked toward him, the knife gleaming in the light above the room, and his eyes widened.

Ava may hate Dean, may hate many things, but she never hated anyone or anything as much as she hated Sam. Sam braced himself for pain, wondering if he would scream like Dean did, as Ava brought the knife across his chest.

He never felt the knife slice into his skin, a loud bang interrupting Ava's 'fun.' She growled in frustration, glancing at the door. It was quiet for a second, and then another loud bang sounded. Whatever was going on outside the room, it definitely wasn't planned.

"What the hell," Ava murmured. "I'd better check that out," she said calmly. Before leaving, she plunged the knife into Sam's leg. He cried out in pain, almost missing the demon say, "Don't go anywhere."

She left, the door closing behind her. He was scared, he wanted Dean back in the room, not out there in the hall with God knows what. Oh, please be okay, Dean. Please, he begged biting his lip when a new jolt of pain rolled through his leg. Please.