"Hang in there Y/n, we're almost home," Dean says in reassurance. You have been going in and out of consciousness the whole ride. You could hear bits and pieces of what Dean had been saying. All you could feel was the pain in your neck, it hurt so badly. Much worse than the other times the alpha had fed from you, he must have punctured in the same spot as one of the healing wounds you already had.
You feel the car come to a quick stop, you hear Dean slam his door shut, and rip your open. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into what you can only assume is his house.
"Sammy," he shouts loudly. "Sammy, I need some help!" he shouts again.
You can feel as he rushes down a flight of stairs. The pain has become more excruciating with the sudden movements Dean was making.
"Agh," you whimper. Dean sets you down on something soft. You feel him press something cold against your neck, that's the only other thing you can feel other than the pounding sensation in your head. You feel yourself falling back into unconsciousness.
When you wake up again, you notice the silhouette of two men standing over top of you and your fight or flight response sets in. you try to get up and away as quickly as possible, but you're too weak to do so.
"Hey, hey sweetheart, slow down." 'Dean?" you thought. "You lost a lot of blood,"
"Dean?" you say. "Where-where am I?" you ask.
"You are in our bunker, I live here with my brother Sam," he replies.
"Hi Y/n, Dean's told me about what happened," Sam says.
"You'll be safe here," they reassure you.
"They always find me," you whisper, slowly using your finger to point to the small, one-inch length scar on your wrist. "Tracker," is the last thing you say before the darkness takes over again.
"Dean, what are we going to do?" Sam asks as both brothers leave you to rest.
"We gotta figure out how to get that tracker out of her arm with the least amount of pain possible, I don't know how much more she can handle," he responds.
"I doubt the vamps nest has any idea what to do next, now that their alpha is dead," Dean says.
"Ok, let's see if Cas can help us out? Maybe he can put her to sleep or something," Sam interjects.
"Alright, you go see if you can find anything on the nest, we can't risk them hurting anyone else," Dean says.
"Alright," Sam replies before leaving.
Dean heads back into the room, he pulls up one of the chairs and sits at your side.
"Hey Cas, we kinda need some help here," he starts. "I just hope this reaches you," he says as he takes your hand in his.
"Hello Dean,"
"Jesus Cas, don't sneak up on me like that," Dean says startled.
"Sorry," he says. "What's the problem?" he asks while looking down at your pale form.
"This is Y/n, I rescued her from a nest of vamps, they had put a tracker in her arm. We need to figure out how to get it out with the least amount of pain possible," Dean says.
"I can put her in a sleep-induced coma, and once we extract the tracker I heal her so she won't feel it when she wakes," Cas says.
He places his fingers to your forehead.
"She's under. Deep in her subconscious," he says.
When you wake, you feel like a rock, you can barely move your body. You are just able to pull yourself in an upright position.
"Agh," you groan, rubbing your eyes. "Dean?" you call out.
No response. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and attempt to stand. You hear the rushed footsteps enter the room, looking up your eyes meet with the brilliant green ones of your savior.
"Hey, hey, hey," he rushes over to you and gently helps you sit back down on the bed. "Not too quick, we had to put you in a coma to be able to take the tracker out of your arm," he says.
You look down to your arm to find that the scar is gone.
"What happened to the scar?" you ask.
"Our friend was able to help you, he healed your scar and previous wounds," Dean responds.
You bring a hand up to feel your neck, looking for the bits of scar tissue that had been left over from past feedings, but they were gone as well.
"How-"
"He's an angel," Dean blurts out.
"Angels exist," you ask, shocked.
"Is that so hard to believe," he giggles.
"I guess you're right," you giggle back.
You see the look on Dean's face drop a bit like he's deep in thought.
"Y/n," he starts. "Can we talk about what happened to you out there?"
Your heart sinks at the thought of the life you had left behind and your bottom lips starts to quiver. Dean rushes to your side, sitting next to you he places a hand on your back, rubbing it caringly.
"If you want, we can start with a little about my life?" he asks softly.
You nod your head in response.
"Ok, where to start first?" he asks himself. "Well first off, my mother died in a house fire, after that my father was hell-bent on finding the thing that killed her. Because of that, I had to raise my brother while we were on our own," he says softly.
You slowly lower your head to his shoulder, and hang onto every word he says.
"And that brings us to today," he finishes. You had become so comfortable in his arms that you had slowly laid yourself down, resting your head in his lap as he pets your head.
"How do you do it," you ask bluntly. Dean looks at you confused
"How do I do what sweetheart?"
"How do you go on," you ask morosely.
"I remember all the people who need me," he says. "My Brother, my friends, people who need saving…. Like you," he says looking deep into your eyes.
One singular tear slips down your cheek.
"What's wrong," he asks while wiping away your tear with the pad of his thumb.
"No one needs me anymore," you whimper. "They killed my family."
"What?" Dean asks.
"The nest, they came into my house and killed my family, my mom, dad, and two younger brothers," you almost sob at the recollection. "They got to me last, they told me they'd spare me if I went with them. I didn't know what I was getting myself into," you begin to hyperventilate as all the suppressed memories come back to you.
"Y/n, Y/n, sweetheart you gotta calm down," Dean says panicked. "Match your breathing up with mine," he says.
You try your best to listen to his breathing and match it.
"Can you tell me more about what happened," he asks kindly. You take a deep breath, and swallow hard.
"I was the last one in the house, my room was located on the top floor. There was no way I was going to make it out alive." you start.
"When they had found me I begged and cried for them not to kill me. So they told me I could live if I went with them back to their home. To be some kind of slave to them." You can see Dean looking into your pain-filled eyes.
"I was trained to seduce people and bring them back to be fed on. If I didn't bring back someone to their liking or was disobedient, they fed on me instead, for days, and even weeks at a time." you can't look Dean in the eye, not after you almost got him killed.
"I'm so sorry I-" you can't even finish your apology before you break down crying.
"You don't have to apologize for anything," Dean says while pulling you up for a hug.
All you can do is sob into his shirt.
After a while, you calm down and sit with Dean in comfortable silence. But not for long. Both of you head turn towards the door as a loud crash thunders through the bunker.
"Sammy!" Dean yells. No response.
"Stay here, go hide in the closet over there," he says pointing frantically as he rushes out of the room to find his brother. You quickly climb inside of the closet and shut the doors. All you can hear are the muffled shouts and crashes that come from outside of the door. You can hear the thumping of boots enter the room.
"I can smell her," one of them says.
"So can I" the other vamp replies.
You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your breathing, you can hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to the closet. The footsteps stop for a minute, And the closet door is wrenched open.
"Gotcha," he shouts, grabbing you by the arms and pulling you forcefully to your feet. "You're coming back home with us," the other says maniacally.
You flail and scream as you're being dragged out of the room. You try your hardest to get away, but you're still too weak to free yourself. They were just about to drag you up the stairs of the bunk when you heard the sound of a gun cocking.
"Let her go!" Dean shouts. In the blink of an eye, the vamp has flipped you arounds, and is holding a pocket knife to your neck. While the other points his gun towards Dean.
"You move, and she gets it," the vamp says. You try to wiggle yourself free, but he only tightens his grip on you. Dean's gun never wavers from its position. And as you feel the edge of the blade press slowly into your neck, you see a flash of a bright hot light shine in your eyes. You can hear the screams of the vamps behind you as their bodies go limp, and he lets you go.
You stumble forward and crash right into Dean's chest, you can feel his chest inflate and deflate as his rapid breathing slows down. He has his arms wrapped tightly around you, stroking your hair. You wrap your arms around him, trying to hold onto what little bit of comfort and warmth you find in him.
"You're ok now," Dean huffs. "You're ok,"
You both stand there in a comfortable silence, not willing to let go yet. You can hear the sounds of the bodies begin dragged out of the room, which causes you to snuggle deeper into Dean's chest.
"Let's get you cleaned up and to bed, ok" he whispers. You nod your head in response, and let him lead you towards the bathroom.