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Secretwrittenword: The brother that was always the protector now finds himself in need of protection, and the brother who has been shielded most of his life now wants to step out and do the same for someone else. That was the premise of this story, and of course you would be the one to see it. You're just that awesome! Thanks for the review.

Blondie20000: Wow, I am glad you like the car chase and the whole chapter so much. Uncle Dom really likes that song, lol. And how observant of you, the ending is supposed to represent just that. The feeling that Dean had when Michael possessed him, the drowning. He still has nightmares of about it. Thanks for the review.

Summer: I swear I am going to have write a sinful little one shot involving Dean just for you, you little perv. Lol. Only teasing. Not about the one shot, though. *grins widely* Thanks for the review.

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Aisha (On Match made in Heaven): I am glad you liked this story, and yes, Emma would be an excellent vessel, I am glad you liked what I did there. And poor little Mikey got his ass handed to him. Personally, I think it is worse than death to him, to be rendered a mere human. I didn't think you liked True Colors anymore, so it did put a smile on my face when you mentioned it in the review. Hope you had a very Merry Christmas and thank you for your kind wishes, MO.

Warning: Chapter contains graphic description of violence and torture. Mentions of rape and suicidal thoughts.

Chapter 14: Broken beyond repair

Julia groaned as she awoke in the darkness, her whole body ached. Still half under, she tried hard to push her consciousness to rise up and take the helm. Everything hurt, even her eyes, and then a specific smell reached her, a smell that confused her. Was that blood and rotten flesh mixed into the stale air she was feeling?

A splitting pain shot through her head, and she moved her hand to try and rub it when she found her hands to be restrained, propped above her head. A sudden alertness mixed with slight fear washed over her, and her eyes snapped open. Not that she could see anything in the total darkness, but still, she tugged her hands downward and all she got was the rattle of chains.

Ok, calm dawn, calm the fuck down... You're a hunter, not some helpless victim... Julia thought to herself, breathing in and out slowly, willing herself to calm. She has been in similar situations before, like when she was taken by a djinn. She managed to escape then, she will escape now. She had one advantage working for her already, she was perceived as a weak woman, a victim and the bad guys mostly underestimated her.

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There was a noise, footsteps in the distance that were definitely approaching.

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They were nearing the room she was in, and Julia steadied her breathing, the anticipation inside of her growing more restless with each passing second.

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The footsteps ceased somewhere very near and then, a sound of the door knob turning broke the silence of the room. A faint light from the hallway filled the room, and Julia watched, breathless as a dark figure stepped into the view. It seemed to pause at the door, frozen in place for a full minute before it started to move, lifting it's hand above its waist line.

Julia blinked, the sudden light blinding her for a moment, and she squinted her eyes, her look locked on the figure, no, the man that entered the room and brought forth the light. He seemed familiar, Julia just couldn't focus straight away to recognize who it was. And as the figure walked slowly towards her, the sight of short and spiky brown hair became clear, along with those hazel eyes she gazed in so many times before.

"J..Jake?" Julia asked with a coarse voice, not really sure if it was in fact her man that was before her. Jake stared at her, his face completely stripped of any emotion, like he was nothing more than a husk, an empty shell, and then lifted his hand up. The woman sucked in a breath at the motion, but still warily leaned in when his hand caressed her cheek.

No emotion, not a single one could be seen in Jake's expression as he took a few minutes to just stand there, his hand never parting her face, soothing her and providing some comfort. All the while, Julia observed him, scared, her eyes pleading, begging for anything, to see some recognition in his eyes, to see Jake, to hope… And it felt like someone pressed a knife onto her chest and pushed in painfully slow, all the while jouncing it, causing as much pain and bloodshed as possible. And it was as painfully slow as it was to see his lips, like in slow motion, curling into such an unfamiliar crooked smile as he blinked his eyes black.

"No…no…no…" Julia barely managed through a sob, already half broken with just the sight of the man she loved possessed by a demon, a monster she knew she couldn't fight. After all, demons weren't as tangible as vampires or werewolves. There were twisted souls walking the Earth using whoever they wanted as a carrier. There were parasites that would leach upon a human being and take over, rendering the person powerless. And then they would rub it in.

"Oh… What's a matter Little Red Riding Hood? – the demon mocked, his hand still caressing her face – did the Big Bad Wolf scare you?" Much to his own pleasure, Julia tried to jerk away, but he managed to hold that hand on her cheek and hissed at her, the sound bearing a warning. The huntress stilled, her eyes already tearing up, but no tears fell yet, no, she wouldn't let them. The demon traced his fingers up her cheek and over her eyelid as she closed it before contact and tilted his head, seriousness creeping back on his face.

"My, my… What big eyes you have…" He said, his voice taking on just a slightly playful tone. He ran his finger over her eyelid a few times, and Julia tried to jerk away again, this time being stopped by a warning growl. Her motions let a few strings of her hair loose and the demon went to tuck it back in behind her ear, ever so slowly.

"My, my… What big ears you have…" He purred, running his finger over her earlobe. Julia's entire body shivered with disgust and she wanted so badly to snap toward that hand and bite off that finger, but whenever she would look at the demon, all she could see is her Jake. He… He might still be alive in there. What is it doing to him to see her like this?

The demon paid her no mind, even though the look in her eyes spoke volumes and he slowly moved his hand down her neck, under her jaw line, and finally reaching over her full lips. And as he almost lustfully ran his finger over them, his tongue went to lick his own lips and he spoke "My… My…"

"What big lips you've got…"

Julia couldn't take it anymore, she felt disgusted by his words, by his touch and anger washed over her as she glared at the demon. She swallowed and sucked, pooling the spit in her mouth before she sent it straight at the demons face. The smug bastard actually looked surprised for a mere moment before he started laughing, the sound so foreign to Julia. No, her Jake would never laugh like that, the viciousness mixed in with amusement and clear haughtiness his laughter bore… That is one of the sounds that would forever haunt her.

Four days flew by like a bad memory, each hour worse than the one before, each day spent with more dread of what new idea the demon would have. He was already starving her, letting her live solely on the cold water he would splash her with and she hoped to catch a few drop of it, and on the semen he made her swallow. The bastard debated to add salt in the water so that it would sting and burn her wounds, but eventually though against it, probably cuz it would interfere with him as well.

Speaking of, next to making deep gashes all over her body, focusing mostly on the most tender regions, he also had a thing for fire and he just loved burning her thighs as she screamed that lovely tune that made his black heart flutter.

And on the fourth day… On the fourth day God created the sun, separated the night from the day, darkness from the light. And on the fourth day, Julia's life was extinguished, completely plunged into darkness. On the fourth day, wearing the wildest grin she had no strength to see, the demon crosses.

The demon wearing her beloved Jake's face made a deep slash from between her breasts all the way down under her belly button, and then another from on hip to the other. Making a reverse cross, he closed his eyes, enjoying those beautiful sounds of Julia's coarse screams and sobs and reached his hands inside of her.

Julia was strong, too strong for her own good and she held her own, held it for as long as it would take, not letting him have the satisfaction of hearing her beg. She wouldn't beg. Not for her life, not for him to stop, not for mercy, not for death. But there was one thing she would beg for.

"No,no,no…No…NO…NO! Please,no… Please God no… Stop, please just… Just stop… Just… End it, end it now, just stop…" Her voice broke throughout her plea and she wished so hard she could just close her eyes and pretend it wasn't happening, it wasn't real. She wished so hard, she could close her eyes and not watch him reach into her, cutting her insights and jerking out…

Oh, God… A week ago she was so happy. Who knew a stick drenched in urine could make someone so happy? And she wasn't nearly as thrilled as her beloved Jake was. They were expecting. They were planning a life together, they were planning on raising a family.

And now?

Every bit of hope she ever had got torn out of her when the demon's bloodied hands pulled out…

Julia woke with a silent gasp and her eyes snapped open. This wasn't the first of these nightmares/flashbacks, and it certainly wouldn't be the last one. Julia closed her eyes, steadying herself and plucking the memory, shoving it into a box and pushing it deep down. That was over ten years ago, and she knew it would haunt her till the day she died. It never hurt any less, the pain never subdued, but the nightmares did get a bit more easier to handle. Julia sighed and kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, trying hard to thug herself away from all thoughts that involved that part of her life. Focus on here, focus on now.

A small shiver went down her spine when her eyes opened again and there was nothing but darkness out there. But there was some strange warmth around her and as soon as she shivered, the arms that were around her tightened just for a second before relaxing again. She was facing the wall and there was something behind her, leaning on her back and extending all around her. A frown broke over Julia's face, utter confusion washing over her. What was happening? Where was she?

Normally, Julia would jump out of whatever bed she was and try to find out, try to see what was happening. But this time, she found that her whole body was sore, and that even if she could, she would barely be able to move. Besides, the embrace was so warm and cozy and it made her want to drift off to sleep once again…

No! Wait… She was outside. She was running in the snow, trying to get out of the station she felt trapped in, trying to reach the other building she saw in the distance. And then she fell and fell again and again and… Sam! He was calling out to her, she remembered hearing his panicked voice, but she was so cold, curled up around herself and just… Drifting away. Like it would be such a bad thing? To just drift away into nothingness?

Julia closed her eyes again, shoving more of those bad thoughts that just keep spilling out of that damn box. Focus. Here. Now.

Ok. So if she was out there, freezing to death, Sam must have found her and brought her back and… Oh. Right… Well this is… OK. Julia wasn't really freaking out, but she did feel awkward. She knew why this was happening, why they were naked and why he was curled up around her. Sam… He actually pulled her in and tried his hardest to warm her up and save her and… After the way she treated him and went off on him and… A part of her felt terrible, she felt like shit. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to witness her freaking out and to have to deal with… She really hated herself sometimes. And then. Then there was another part of her. Another part that too felt like shit.

Because his hug was so warm and his embrace felt so… Safe. Julia closed her eyes again, trying hard to keep in the tears she felt filling her eyes. Why does he have to be like this? Why does he have to be such a good guy? After what she said to him, after what she did, every stupid move she made and still… He pulled her in and did this just to save her. Sure, a part of it was in his blood, a hunter that he was, saving people, it was what they did. But this…

Why did it feel this good, why did it feel so… Safe? Julia hasn't felt like this since… Since she last saw Jake, her Jake and not the demon wearing his face. His arms felt so soft and so warm and she just wanted to… drift away and get lost in this feeling. Like being engulfed in a cloud, close to the sun and just… fall into the eternal slumber. It was so perfectly calm, the darkness around her not scaring her for the first time in a long, long time, and just the thought of feeling like this, back in someone's arms… Focus!

Julia curled inward more than she already was, pulling her head down too, and felt his embrace tighten at her motion once more, only for a second before relaxing. It was like he was subconsciously trying to assure her he was there and she was… safe. His breathing was rather even, if not a bit shallow, suggesting her was asleep and she was glad it was so. She had no idea how she was going to face him. Both metaphorically and literally. Maybe she doesn't have to, maybe she could just back away a bit and let her lower back touch… Focus!

"Sa,,," Julia tried, her voice way too coarse to form a complete word. She tried to clear her throat, but found it incredibly dry and she had to swallow a few times. She heard a sound coming from him, a murmur, but he seemed to be asleep still. Moving under his arms didn't help much, his hug tightened again and that was all he did.

Julia reached her hand and ran it over the part of his arm she could reach, feeling just how soft his skin is and how his muscles were firm and… "Saam?" She tried again, this time her voice but a whisper, like she wasn't really sure if she should wake him. Her hand went up and down his arm, caressing it and giving him a nudge at the same time.

"Sam?" She tried once more, this time with a bit more determination. As much as it felt good to be here, now, Julia couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right. She thought it had something to do with her or with him, she wasn't sure what it was, but the more she came to, the more her thoughts became clear, the more evident it was that there was definitely something wrong.

"Mmm…" He grumbled in his sleep, and his hands clasped around her forearms, rubbing up and down as if he was trying to warm her up. There was a small grunt when she felt him move his knee from between her legs and his leg went up on top of hers, trying to heat up that part of her.

Julia sighed, feeling a pang in her chest at his motions. Damnit, why does he have to be like this? "Saaam?!" She tried a bit louder wanting him to stop. Stop protecting her, stop trying to warm her up, stop trying to help her. She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve any of it. She didn't deserve to be rescued, not after the stunt she pulled. She didn't deserve to have him humiliate himself just to warm her up, not after she already humiliated him by throwing him on the ground. She didn't deserve to be saved. Not when she couldn't save…

And there it was, that old memory, resurfacing again. Just when she thought she got the hang of it, just when she thought it was just that easy to push it down and forget about it. "Sam?" Julia tried again, focusing on the present. She needed to wake him, she needed to know he was ok too and she needed to… Apologize.

"Mmm… Yea…" Sam responded still half asleep, not moving and not letting her go. She figured he was still under, still drifting between the real world and the dream land.

"Why are we naked again?" Julia teased, a part of her knowing that should be enough to jolt him awake, to bring him forth and probably make him blush again. Oh, how she wished she could see him blush. He was so cute when he did that.

"Oh... I, um..." Sam started, tripping over his own words, loosening his hug and he started to pull his hands back. Not really knowing why, Julia's hands clasped over his biceps, pressed against his arms, trying to keep them in place, and Sam stilled his motion. It was weird, it was awkward, but yet somehow pleasant and... well... Nice. So both stayed like that, in complete silence for a few minutes, neither one moving, neither one speaking, just... Enjoying the moment.

"You... You feel ok?" Sam was the one to break the moment, and Julia wasn't sure if it was just concern or was he starting to get uncomfortable with the situation.

"Yeah, a bit sore and weak, but... Good... - Julia fell silent for a moment and then added – Thank you, Sam."

The hunter just let out a breath and didn't say a word about it. She could hear him breathing and just for a few more minutes they stayed silent. She didn't know why, and she didn't really care why, but she wished they could stay like this a while longer, even though she knew he will be pulling back soon. However, she did not expect the question Sam offered.

"Why is it dark in here?" He asked, more like he was questioning himself, trying to remember if it was him who turned the lights off. He moved, unwrapping himself from Julia and threw the covers, exposing his body to the chillness of the room. "What the..." He started and reached for the battery he left on the nightstand, and turned it on to see where his clothes were.

Julia too moved to get up, slowly, and grunting as her whole body ached, but Sam stopped her. "No, no, you go back to bed. You are still weak and... I … I will be right back, I am just gonna go check the generators." Julia had no strength to argue, and she fell back on the bed, wrapping herself up in the covers and blankets, already feeling the loss of the warmth of Sam's body.

He wasn't back straight away, by Julia's accounts, he had been gone for half an hour. When he did stumble back into the room, clearly without managing to power up the generator, there was an apologetic tone to his already deeply worried shaky voice. "I... I... Can't... Get... It... Running..." He said chittering his teeth. The small light if the battery was toning down as well, it too clearly running out of power.

Julia extended her hand towards Sam. "Come here." She said, her breath visible to both of them. "Stay with me." She said, her voice low, her eyes watery. Sam looked at the extended hand and let out a heavy breath.

This could have been it. Nothing short of a miracle could save them now, but Sam stopped believing in miracles a long time ago, because he knew they always came with a price. And at the end of the day, would it be so bad? Go just drift away while in bed with a woman in your arms?

It hurt, it hurt that he couldn't at least save her, but she seemed to already make her pease with it. Sam stared at that extended hand, still holding hope that something might turn up, or that he might remember something. But deep down he knew. He couldn't fix the generator, the room was already too cold and there was no indication that if they went to sleep again, they would ever wake up.

"Please." Julia's shaky voice whispered to him, her hand still extended mid air. So he took it. He took her hand and climbed back in the bed, removing the sweats he pulled on before. They bodies intertwined once again,their arms around one another, rubbing at the skin, trying to keep warm. Their shaky breaths were the only thing that kept the silence at bay, the now barely visible light of the battery keeping the last ounce of hope.

And once that ounce of hope extinguished too, slowly and peacefully, they both drifted away into slumber, still holding one another in a warming embrace.