You're The Only Place That Feels Like Home

Chapter Ten

Cut Me Down To Size Defenseless

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She was terrified.

Absolutely terrified.

More scared than she had ever been in her life. And Sam was not helping.

It seemed like he was trying to talk her out of this ordeal, with his body language, even though he new that it was their only option. Sam hated having only one option. He was a choices man. He liked choices.

And this was definitely not a choice, he noted as he looked down at Mara. She was laying down on the kitchen table, holding on too Dean's hand for dear life. Had it been any other day then October forth, Sam would of said no. We can wait. But the couldn't wait, and they all knew it. So Sam had gone around the hotel room, lining all the doors and windows with salt. Sam didn't want to draw the demon into the room, he just wanted Mara to connect with the demons mind, so that she could see through his eyes.

Mara was convinced that Sam had lit the candles for the esthetic. "Don't you think that's a little over the top?" Mara said.

"Yeah. Sam. Why do you have to be such a Drama Queen?" Dean asked, smiling.

Sam shot daggers at Dean with his eyes. He spoke crossly. "Dean knows that these candles are for protection-" and he walked to the other side of the room. He knew that Dean took this thing seriously. He was just being a jackass. That was Dean's way of coping with things. Making smart remarks and punching the hell out of things. Sam took a deep breath as he tied Mara's hands down to the legs of the table.

"Sam?" She asked uncertainly. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it-" he muttered as he began to tie her legs down, to the other end of the table. Dean let go of her hand, and walked to meat his brother.

"Sam, why are you tieing me up-" Mara asked. There was an increased sense of painc in her voice. She could tell that something was not right. "You never told me that you were going to have to do that-"

"Be quiet, Mara-" Sam said as he walked to the other side of the room, and rummage through drawer.

"Sam?" Mara questioned again. "I don't want to do this anymore-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Dean suddenly yelled.

"Really..." Sam muttered. "Why is that you never have control over your whore's?" he asked bitterly.

"I don't know-" Dean said amused. "I guess I am just too big a softy to put them in their place. I thought that this one may be a little different-"

"What are you two talking about?" She asked them, as she began to struggle against the belts that had been binding her to the uncomfortable table. "Have you two completely lost your minds?" She let out a small shriek as she felt a blow to her face, delivered by Dean. She could taste blood in the corner of her mouth.

"God damn-" Dean said.

Mara was growing frantic. She turned to see Sam. The lighting in the room was dim, but he could see the faint outlining glow of his silhouette as he walked nearer to her. Her eyes bulged wide and out of her head as Sam came into focus. In his hands lay a silver colored knife, but bigger. A dagger of sorts. The same thing that had killed her father, Derek, and Maria.

"Sam-" She said again wearily. The shock alone of seeing Sam, her brother with this weapon was terrifying enough. She could feel tears stinging the corner of her eyes.

"Aww...little baby Mara is gonna cry-" Dean said in the voice that parents used to talk to their young children in. "Better give her a reason too, Sammy-"

"I'm workin' on it, bro-" Sam said, as he grabbed a bowl from his brother. It was old, and wooden with tribilistic designs on it. Mara winced in pain as Sam carved the knife into her wrist, sliding it across her flesh, allowing her warm blood to pool into the bowl.

"Nice and easy-" She heard Dean mutter, as he looked into her eyes. Her screams were muffled as Dean pressed his lips against hers, hard. "You always were good-" He said.

Mara spit in his face.

Dean smiled. She recognized that smile. Sinister and terrifying. Dean's eyes glowed yellow.

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"Sam, what the fuck!" Dean screamed as he frantically threw a towel over Mara's arm, squeezing tightly. "Wake her up!"

"I can't!" Sam said exasperated. All the two could do was wait, and watch their sister die in front of them. Sam shivered, as another slash appeared on her shoulder. "There's nothing I can do. She has to let it play out!"

"Mara, Mara, wake up!" Dean said, as he smacked the side of her face gently. "Mara!"

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"Get the hell away from me!" Mara screamed as Dean drew closer.

"You think that I didn't know you would try this?" The yellow eyed demon said, a smile on his face. The way he talked to Mara was so casual, like he was talking to a friend. "Winchester, you must of known that I had this planned from the beginning. I know every step your going to take, even before you take it-"

"Go to hell-" She spat.

"Oh, I've been there. It's quite lovely-" he said. He looked at Mara. "One day you'll be able to see it, too-"

"Yeah, right-" Mara said. The bleeding in her arm had stopped, and she was starting to feel drowsy. "I'll never be there-"

"Oh, darling. You're at the top of the list-" The yellow eyed demon said. "Don't you know that?" he put a finger thoughtfully to his chin. "Oh, wait...you don't. Why? Because, you can't remember-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mara said. She couldn't believe that she was having a conversation with this monster. She was trying so hard to stop talking, to not give him the pleasure of knowing that he could win her over, but there was a voice in the back of her head edging her on.

"You're a triple whammy, Mara dear." The demon said. "Your a drug abuser, a suicide, and a murderer. And nothing would twist and tweak those Winchester boys like knowing that their only sister is in hell. Do you know what they do to suicides in hell, Mara-"

"I'm not a suicide!" Mara protested. "I never tried to kill myself-"

"They rip them apart slowly and painfully, torturing them until they die. And then they make them live through it again and again and again-"

"But I'm not a suicide!" Mara screamed.

"Oh, no?" The demon said. "Then what do you call this?" The demon touched a finger to her forehead.

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Mara looked. She felt cold inside. She was sitting on the floor. Her high was starting to come down, she was starting to come down.

And her baggy was empty.

Her wallet was empty.

Her dealer was empty.

She was empty.

Empty.

She looked down at the set of needles beside her. She didn't know how long she had spend in that room. Hours, days. Time seemed to stop when you had the heroin flowing through your veins.

She searched her pockets frantically. She knew that she had to have at least one more baggy.

At least one more.

She was right. She did. And it was full!

She grinned maniacally at the sight. Lately it had taken more and more to give her that high, that feeling of indestructibility.

She mixed half of the baggy with water, and welcomed the pain as she stuck the needle into her arm. She could feel her body begin to shiver as the withdrawal effects began to set in. The half baggy must not of been enough.

Her mind was not right. It wasn't within her.

Her dad had visited her the other day.

Stopped by, given her a few hundred dollars for school, but it had gone right to drugs. A kiss on the cheek, and a weak smile and he was gone.

Dust in the wind.

She mixed the other half.

She had never OD-ed before.

She didn't care if she did.

She welcomed the sleepy feeling that came over her as she plunged the needle into her skin.

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"Sam...she's dieing!" Dean screamed. "Look through that fucking book. Find something, anything-"

"There's nothing-" Sam said as he flipped through the pages frantically.

"Look fucking harder!-"

He couldn't loose her.

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"Starting to see the picture?"

She opened her eyes, to see those yellow eyes staring up at her.

How could of she forgotten that.

"You were dead for three minutes-" The demon said. "I had been sent to deliver you to hell myself, but you slipped away from me. Those epinephrine shots are a bitch-" He smiled as he looked at her.

How could of she forgotten that.

"Now, Mara dear. No need to feel sorry for yourself-"

"How- I don't understand-" Mara said.

"Oh, I will explaine it too you later-" The demon said. But right now, I have to make your brothers feel like they are worth something. He snapped his fingers.

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She snapped her eyes.

"Sam- it worked!" Dean said as he frantically hugged Mara, lifting her up off the table.

She could never forget that.

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