Ally! Ally, you need to wake up!

No. Tired, go away

Ally, come on!

M'tired leave me alone

Goddamit Ally! WAKE UP!

The mental shout had my eyes flying open and my body jumping. My eyes blinked groggily as I looked around. I was in an unfamiliar room made of concrete and lit from a light fixture above my head. I twisted my body all around and found that I was tied to a chair. What the hell?

Someone else was in my brain. Apparently when I was knocked out, the door that I had shut on the connection had been opened and now Dean was in my mind again. He filled up every space I didn't, closer than ever, pissed off and worried.

Dean? Where am I? Where are you? I was alone in the room but I could feel that he was close by.

It's about damn time; I've been trying to wake you up for hours. Cas really did a number on you when he knocked you out. We're in a bunker, once belonged to a society of guys called the Men of Letters. We're in their dungeon.

Dungeon? Seriously? What the hell is this? Who even has a dungeon anymore?

It doesn't matter. Look, they're going to come in and they are going to talk to you, interrogate you. Don't say anything about the bond or the mark.

Why? Dean who are these guys?

They're hunters. Don't give them anything. Answer some of their questions if you have to but if they ask, tell them I kidnapped you and have been holding you captive, they cannot know how close we are.

Why? Dean, what is going on?

I am a demon Ally. I'm a killer. You are the only one I don't try to kill. You are my mate and I will protect you but I am a demon and if they know that you are bonded with me, they will try to break that bond, even more so because you are a prophet.

Fear spiked through my mind. I would lose my connection with Dean? We were so deeply intertwined, would it even be possible?

I don't know Ally but we have to stall them for as long as possible. They have me shackled really well and I am in a Devil's Trap. It will take me a little while to get out. I've been held me here before and I escaped but they know that a Devil's Trap won't hold me so they've taken extra precautions. But I can get out Ally and when I do, I will break you free and we will leave.

Dean they already know I'm a prophet.

I know and they aren't going to like the fact we're bonded. If they break the connection Ally, I won't be able to protect you as well and the angels will find you and they will take you away. They'll take you somewhere where I cannot get to you. I am not going to let that happen. His resolve as he thought this was strong and unwavering and I believed wholly.

A door slammed somewhere outside my room and I tensed. They're here.

You'll be fine Ally, I'm here. You're a prophet so they won't hurt you. He felt twinges of doubt at this. He knew these hunters and he knew that if they thought something could be gained by using more questionable interrogation methods, they would do it.

Though I wasn't afraid I still asked; you'll stay with me?

Yes, I'll be here. I won't leave. He backed away to the base of my mind and while I could still feel and communicate with him, I wasn't distracted.

The door to my room opened and I lifted my chin and set my jaw at an arrogant angle. I honestly didn't care what they did to me but they had touched and hurt my mate and I was not going to let that slide. Dean radiated pride in me from the back of my mind, proud of my fearless cockiness.

Through the door walked a tall guy and I mean a really tall guy. He was probably a foot higher than me with broad shoulders and hard muscle. His hair was kind of long, just passed his ears and I remembered him from my vision. Dean recognized him as well and it pissed me off because this was the guy that had captured Dean before, had held my mate here. Behind tall guy was a smaller male, the angel from before, Castiel. Black hair, blue eyes, backwards tie and trench coat, his face was serious, stride confident.

I held my back straight and they stopped in front of me. I hated that I had to crane my head back slightly to look them in the eye, it made me feel small and I despised it.

"So nice of you to join me," my voice dripped sarcasm, "Now unlock these damn cuffs and let me out of here."

They didn't say anything but the big guy did pick up a chair from the corner with one hand and dropped it in front of me with a thunk before lowering himself into it. It put me on eye level with him and he looked deep into mine, face serious, jaw clenched. The angel stood next to him, not making any moves to get a chair for himself.

I scowled and glared at both of them, "Well? You just gonna stare at me like a couple idiots or are you going to tell me why I'm here?"

"Why do you think you're here?" Castiel asked, voice deep and rough.

"Ginger prejudice?" I smirked and Dean snorted at the back of my mind.

The big guy still hadn't said anything, he just stared at me, eyes never straying from my face.

"Dude, you got a problem?" I demanded of him. "It's rude to stare."

He leaned back slightly, "Ally, do you know who I am?"

"No, and I don't give a shit. You kidnapped me and chained me up like some-"

He interrupted me, "My name is Sam Winchester and this is Castiel."

My mind came to a grinding halt. "Winchester?" Dean? Do you know this guy?

He's my little brother, he replied shortly.

This is Sammy? I thought you said he was dead.

No, I said I lost him and I did. When I became a demon I cut myself off from him. Then he tried to drag me back and we almost killed each other. I lost him.

I thought for a moment and then accepted it. Dean obviously had his reasons and while it was strange, I trusted him.

Sam Winchester nodded and spoke again, "Yes, Winchester. Dean is my brother."

Time to put my actress skills to the test, pissy-ness filtered into my words, "Oh are you a demon too? You gonna try to kill me? Maybe kidnap me? Oh wait that's right, you already did that."

"No, I'm not a demon; I'm a hunter, like you."

"Oh, I highly doubt that, I don't knock people out and kidnap them!"

"No, but you do attack the hunters that try to save you and protect the demon that you say tried to kill you."

"I didn't give two shits about the demon; I was trying to save my own skin. I had angels trying to kill my ass and then a couple hunters pile on and try to tie me up. Excuse the fuck out of me if I wasn't into that and fought back, bondage ain't exactly my thing." I sneered.

"Save it!" he snapped. "I was there, I saw you try to help Dean. Why?"

"Oh fuck you Winchester. Whatever you saw was wrong. Why would I try to save him, he tried to kill me!"

"And then you disappear for weeks, no one sees or hears from you and then you call Garth asking about your car? That doesn't seem suspicious to you at all?"

"No! I told Garth and I'll tell you, I escaped from the demon and ran. I didn't exactly have time to check in."

"Why didn't you call and ask for help, we would have helped you."

"Because I didn't need help you prick, never have! And what could you have done hmm? Garth told me that he had been tracking the demon for months and yet I was the only one that got close? It was obvious you guys were incompetent so why would I call for help when I knew I could take care of myself, on my own, just fine?" Dean whispered encouragement as I spoke. It killed me that I had had to say I didn't care about him but he knew that I didn't feel that way and I knew it was necessary.

Sam's nostril's flared and he glared, pissed. Dean whispered bitch face and I felt like laughing because that's exactly what Sam was doing.

It was Castiel that spoke next since it seemed that Sam was doing his best not to strangle me (damn, could really see the family resemblance and I felt slightly smug that I was able to so thoroughly piss off both Winchester brothers right off the bat), "We know that you are a prophet of the Lord and we know that you have been with Dean Winchester all this time, not running from him. Why? Why did you stay with him?"

My voice was ice, "I have no clue what you are talking about. Why would I stay with a demon? The only good demon is a dead one after all."

"Save it," Sam said sharply. "Crowley told us you and Dean were riding together. He's the one that told us you were a prophet and he gave us updates as to your location. We know that you didn't try to run but Crowley refused to tell us why. Why didn't you run? We tested you while you were out, you aren't possessed by a demon and you aren't a shifter so why didn't you run from Dean?"

I narrowed my eyes, "I have no idea what you are talking about and I don't even know a Crowley. You're a moron." I stuck my tongue out at him.

Sam was about to lunge at me but Castiel held him back with a hand on his shoulder, the look that he gave Sam said, 'Let me try.'

Sam nodded and rose from the chair and Castiel took his place. He was serious but his voice was calming, "I know that this must be scary for you but you can tell us, did Dean threaten you to keep him with you?" I snickered to myself at the idea that these two were trying pull the "good cop/bad cop," routine.

I rolled my eyes, "No, and even if I had stayed with him, which I didn't, what would he threaten me with? That he would kill my family, to late they're already dead, kill my friends, never had any. Oh, I know he could threaten to kill me but then again that wouldn't work either because I'm not afraid of dying. I put my life in danger everyday as a hunter, knowing that I may die and working despite that. Threatening to kill me wouldn't do a damn thing."

Castiel paused before continuing, his eyes held mine, "You say that you did not stay with Dean and yet he was in the warehouse with you, how did that happen?"

I shrugged carelessly, "He obviously followed me there, duh."

"And you are honest that you did not try to save Dean; that you do not care about him at all."

I held his gaze, "That bastard can go take a flying leap for all I care."

Castiel cocked his head to the side, "You are lying."

"No I'm not." I stated firmly. Sam had started to circle around me, keeping his eyes on my form while Castiel interrogated me. At this he gave a small yet satisfied smirk. Dean tensed at the look within my mind.

He leaned down on my right side and put his mouth to my ear, whispering, "Castiel can tell when you are lying. You may be good but we're better." I jerked my head away from him and he just kept smirking before walking around to stand behind me where he paused. I could feel his eyes on me but I couldn't turn to look at him.

Warm fingers brushed the back of my neck making me jump and Dean growled. The roughened pads of Sam's fingers brushed against the mark on the back of my neck.

"Cas, take a look at this, what is this on her neck?" Sam wondered and I felt my nerves skyrocket, he had seen the mark and I felt like kicking myself for having my hair in a ponytail. Castiel rose from his seat and circled behind me. Sam pushed my head down and moved my hair out of the way, giving Castiel an unobstructed view of my skin. I tried to turn my head away but Sam held me still with a firm hand.

"It is a spell mark." Castiel finally said.

Sam sounded wary, "What kind of spell?"

"A binding one if I'm not mistaken, developed in ancient Ireland. It binds the minds of two people together." Castiel grew quiet but when he spoke again his voice held quiet realization, "This could be it Sam, this could be why she didn't run from Dean and why she's lying about it now. If this mark binds the two of them together, she would not have been able to run from him, not without experiencing dire pain. But Dean would not have been able to do this mark himself, a third party would have had to do it, one with much power."

Sam released my skull and hastily walked to stand in front of me, I looked up breathing hard.

"Who did this to you? Who cast the spell?" he demanded shortly.

I turned my face away, snubbing and ignoring him. Sam swore and Castiel walked to him. They retreated to the edge of the room where I had to strain to hear what they said in low voices.

"Cas, why would someone do this spell? Why would they bind a prophet to a demon? Who would be able to do that?"

"My guess is someone who knew about the advantages that it would reap. Dean would not have known about this. That spell would keep them from being separated. Dean would be able to kill anyone that tried to take the prophet, angels, demons anyone. And it would also protect him because no one would kill him if they knew he was connected to a prophet."

"I don't understand. If a prophet is killed another is reborn right?"

"Yes, but it takes time. A prophet could be used as a formidable weapon and if an enemy had found her, they wouldn't want to run the risk of her dying and being forced to wait and find the next one."

"So, whoever did this would want to be able to utilize her to their own advantage by controlling her through Dean, who though?"

They said it at the same time, "Crowley."

Sam's breath escaped on a rush, "It makes sense. If Crowley found out about the prophet and wanted to use her as a weapon he would link her to Dean so that he could control her."

Castiel frowned, "But he told you that Dean was getting stronger which would mean that he would be difficult to control."

Nodding, Sam said, "Crowley probably made the mark with the intention of using her through Dean but when Dean became too strong he sent them our way. Why would he do that, he would have to know that we wouldn't let either of them go."

They might not know Crowley's thinking or reasoning but I did. The realization in my mind had Dean yelling in anger and me reeling back. Crowley knew that Dean and I had become closer and he had said it himself; he hadn't thought that the bond would go so deep, it was supposed to only just barely link our minds but instead it linked our souls. He might have been planning to let Dean protect me until the time came that Crowley needed a prophet and then, once he did, would find a way to kill Dean, sever the bond and then snatch me up for himself. But the bond had gone to deep and I had a feeling that a soul deep connection would be harder to sever than a mental one. So Crowley had made a new plan. Help the only other creature that was possibly strong enough to break the bond, an angel and then nab the prophet once the connection was broken. Crowley had played us, led us straight into the hands of the hunter and angel we had been running from, even telling them where we were when we were on the run.

"Motherfucker," I whispered, staring at the concrete floor. I was frozen in shock but at the same time I knew I shouldn't be. Crowley was the king of rotten; it wouldn't have been hard for him to betray us. Dean was now an endless stream of curse words and threats in the back of my head but movement in front of me grabbed our attention, he fell silent and I narrowed my eyes. Castiel had turned to look at me with a speculative look in his eyes.

He stepped forward slowly, "I need to take a look at the bond, see how deeply they are linked."

"How?" Sam asked. Castiel just started rolling up the sleeve on his right arm and Sam nodded in understanding while all Dean could do was whisper a harsh, 'Oh fuck, not that,' in my mind. The younger Winchester walked over to me and cast me a sympathetic look before unclipping his belt and he started drawing the leather through the loops.

My eyes widened and slammed backwards against the chair to try and get away from him, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He said nothing, just folded the belt and placed it at my mouth.

"Bite down on this." He said.

"Hell no! What are you-" my words were cut off when he stuck the worn leather between my teeth. He walked around behind me and placed strong hands on my shoulders. Castiel was walking toward me, his arm now bare up to his elbow.

My body was shaking, Dean, what's happening, what are they doing? Dean?

Dean's voice was hasty and furious but he tried to comfort me, it'll be okay baby, I'm right here, it won't last long, I'm here with you.

Dean?! I was full blown panicking, outside and in. Nostrils flared, body shoving backwards against the chair as best I could while my breathing was sharp and fast.

Castiel put the tips of his fingers against my stomach and paused, Sam's fingers tightened on my shoulders and then Castiel's hand was pressing into me.

OhgodOhgodDamnShitFuckIthurtIthurtIthurtIthurt

I was screaming and howling and tears ran down my cheeks, it was excruciating and then I felt Castiel dig his arm deeper, fingers searching, scraping against something and I wanted to die. I could hear Dean roaring, out loud and in my head, enraged and beyond reason as a bright light seeped from my gut around Castiel's hand. Around black spots on my eyes I could see Sam run out the door. Through Dean's eyes I saw Sam bust into his room, eyes wide. I knew Dean's eyes were black, I knew his teeth were bared and I sobbed.

He instantly stopped screaming and reached inside my head, lifted me, almost my whole self, up and out of my head and drew me into his. It was one of the freakiest things I had ever felt in my life. He held me in his mind, wrapping layer upon layer around me of comfort and safety, like the softest blankets and though the pain still had me whimpering, it was greatly reduced and I just let him hold my consciousness close as I cried. I wanted to feel his actual arms around me, I wanted him to hold me, take me away and keep me safe.

Finally, finally it ended. Castiel removed his hand and my body gasped and choked for air. Dean was still holding me, whispering words of endearment and apology.

I'm sorry it shouldn't have lasted that long, a few seconds at most but he was looking for something, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let this happen, we shouldn't have gone to that warehouse, I'm here for you, everything's going to be okay, I promise.

Sam was back in the room and Castiel was rolling his sleeve back down. Dean reluctantly returned me to my mind so that I was more aware. I looked at my stomach, expecting blood and a gaping hole but there wasn't one, it had felt like he was tearing right through me but there wasn't a single drop of blood. Sam reached over and gently grabbed the belt from where it had fallen into my lap when I screamed and put it back through his jeans.

"What was that?" I asked hoarsely.

Castiel stood beside Sam and said, "In order to see the bond connecting you to Dean, I had to touch your soul."

"Touch my soul?" My voice was strangled and I felt violated.

"Yes," He turned to Sam. "The bond has fused their souls together to the point that when I touched hers, I was also touching Dean's."

"So can we break the connection?" Sam's eyes were worried.

"Not without killing both of them."

"Then how are we supposed to separate them? You said it yourself Cas, it's too dangerous leaving a prophet linked to demon, especially Dean who is a Knight of Hell!"

"We cannot separate them Sam, not completely, but I do know a sigil that will disrupt the bond, but only temporarily."

"Don't you fucking dare!" I exploded.

Ally, Dean warned.

"No, dammit no! You two dick-less idiots tie me up, touch my fucking soul, which by the way is an extreme invasion of privacy, and then you think that you can keep me from Dean! That is not going to happen. Why can't someone ask me what I want for a change?"

Everyone is quiet, including the man in my head since my last question was directed at him as well and he can see it.

"Ally, we can't let you stay connected to Dean, he's too dangerous, he could kill you." Sam said softly.

"Funny, but because this whole time we've been bonded, he hasn't even tried. In fact, he has kept me safe and happy. Granted we put each other through Hell, but he always took care of me."

"He doesn't care about you Ally, he's a demon, he doesn't feel anything. He tricked you! Used you!" Sam said the words as if he knew they were painful and but he knew they had to be said.

"You are wrong." I hissed. How dare they look at me with such pity as if I was in denial, as if I was a kidnap victim with Stockholm syndrome? "Do you honestly think I wouldn't have a put a knife through his ribs or bullet in his skull if I thought he was using me? I'm not an idiot. And you both seem to have forgotten that I am a hunter, I can tell when a person is using me or lying to me and I would have choked the life out of him if he had." I swallowed harshly. "He has protected me, cared for me and kept me safe. He could have turned around and met you head on and fought you but he didn't because he wanted to keep me safe. So fuck you and your pity, I don't want it or your help."

Sam glared at the floor and clenched his jaw before looking to Castiel and they come to a silent agreement and Sam said, "All the same, we can't let you to stay connected."

"No-" A whispered denial

"Once we disrupt the connection, you'll see it, you'll see things our way."

"No!" they ignored my screams and walked from my cell, shutting the door firmly, the clanging like the last nail in a coffin lid.

Woohoo! Chapter 10! Good? Bad? Let me know. Hope you are all doing absolutely fantastic! Yes I might have had too much sugar but who cares?! PARTY PARTY PARTY!

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