I bounce my leg up and down and lean my head against the seat in front of me. "Please drive faster!" I plead to Dean. I have had to pee for the last thirty-five miles or so, we are driving on an isolated road with no restaurants or gas stations in sight.

"I told you," Dean says, "I can just pull off and you can run into the trees." I ignore him, which makes his teasing intensify, "There might even be a stream with flowing water where you could take a long drink."

I lift up my head to glare at him, which makes him laugh harder than he already was. Sam quietly laughs next to him and I gasp, "You too Sam?!" I narrow my eyes at him, "You're sleeping on the floor tonight." He clears his throat and turns towards the window, but I can still see his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." Dean says, "There, look, a gas station is coming up in half a mile. We could use some gas anyway."

We pull into the gas station and, before the car is even stopped, I throw open the door and jump out, power walking into the convenience store. Sam follows me in and browses the snack aisle while I ask the employee for the bathroom key.

He looks at me while I dance around trying to hold my bladder, "No key hunny, go on out there."

I dash towards the door yelling over my shoulder, "Get me some skittles, Sam!" I walk around the corner and into the bathroom, almost taking out a woman with the door as I enter. "Sorry!" I tell her, giving her a once over to make sure I didn't hurt her before going into the nearest stall. The relief is instant, my bladder no longer feels like it is about to explode. I hear the bathroom door click as the lady most likely exits. I open the stall door and head for the sinks, but I'm shocked to find the woman standing in front of the door.

I jump a little, "Oh! You scared me, I thought you left." I turn to the sinks and start washing my hands, feeling uneasy about the stare down I'm getting from her.

"Those men you're traveling with, they owe me for the suffering they put me through." She says, anger in her voice.

My head snaps up to look at her, "Excuse me?"

"My name's Meg." She says, and terror washes through me as her eyes turn black.

I take a few steps back, cursing myself for not bringing a single weapon with me. "What do you want?" is all I manage to ask.

"I suffered greatly in hell after your precious Winchester's sent me back. Now, I want them to suffer too." She grabs me by the throat and throws me into the line of sinks where my shoulder cracks painfully against the faucets. Water sprays out of the broken sinks, drenching my clothes and hair. The water turns a pinkish color as the cut on my forehead drips into the puddles around me.

The door handle jiggles and I hear Sam on the other side, "Maddy? Are you okay? I thought I heard a crash."

I try to yell but Meg puts her hand over my mouth, "Give me a minute," she whispers to me, "then you can tell him yourself." Meg comes to stand over me and tries to do something, but then makes a frustrated noise, "Why can't I possess you!"

She looks at my shirt and notices a small black line peeking out from my v-neck. She pulls my shirt back and my anti-possession tattoo is revealed. I laugh, and she punches me hard in the face. My head hits the floor and I cradle my face, tears springing to my eyes.

"Guess we're going to have to do this the hard way." She huffs, as Sam continues to try and break down the door. She rips a pipe from below one of the sinks, the last thing I see is the pipe swinging towards my head.

I start to regain consciousness and groan as my head starts to throb. I touch my face and feel caked on dried blood and the aches of forming bruises. I look around and realize I'm in some sort of cell, Meg stands outside the bars looking down at me.

"Finally," She says, "I think I'll give your little boy toys a call." She pulls my phone out of her pocket and scrolls through my contacts, clicking on one of them. I try to stand up, but my arm is chained to the wall, therefore preventing me from moving more than a few inches.

"Hello Sam." Meg says, grinning to herself, "How lovely to hear your voice again."

"Who is this?!" I hear Sam yell.

"Oh Sam, I'm offended that you've forgotten me so easily." She walks over to my cell gate and unlocks it, producing a loud creaking noise. She puts the phone on speaker and saunters over to me.

"Meg." Sam states, his anger clearly audible.

"I'm here with your lovely fiancée, what a gorgeous ring you've picked out!" She lifts my chained left arm, leans down next to me and examines my ring.

"Get away from me!" I shout, pulling my unchained arm back and bringing it forward to slap Meg as hard as I can.

She gasps, "That is no way to treat your host!" She brings her foot down hard on my forearm, breaking the bones there. I scream and cradle my arm to my chest, my vision going black around the edges.

I hear Sam shout, "Maddy!" but it sounds muffled, as if I'm underwater. "I'm going to kill you!" he continues, but Meg just laughs.

"You can try and find us, but there might not be much left after I finish with her." She laughs maniacally and hangs up the phone, smashing it under her shoe.

She slams the cell door closed and then looks back at me, "Rest up, we are going to have so much fun tomorrow!"

I let the pain of my arm overtake me and I slump against the floor, unconscious.

I wake up to someone shaking me, pain immediately lashing through my arm. Tears spill onto my cheeks as I blink my eyes and look up at the person shaking me. Sam is kneeling next to me, trying to unchain my wrist.

"Sam?" I croak, not believing my eyes.

"Come on," he says as he pulls me up into a standing position, "We've gotta get out of here."

He supports my weight as we make our way down a dark hallway and into a big room, hurrying past a row of desks. However, instead of going towards the exit he steers me down another hallway and stops to look at me.

He grins, "Did you really think I would help you escape?"

I sway a little as he releases me, and I look at him, "Wh-what?" and then it dawns on me, "You aren't Sam."

He backhands me, and I am sent flying backwards down the hall. As he walks towards me he starts to shrink, and his features turn feminine, and soon Meg stands before me. "Isn't this fun!" she shouts, "Magic is so great, I can make you see me as whoever I want!"

She morphs into Dean and walks over to me, nudging my broken arm with the toe of his boot. A scream of agony bursts from my mouth, and then he grabs my hair in his hand and pulls me down the hallway back towards the cell.

The rest of the day is constant torture. "Sam" and "Dean", sometimes both of them, come into my cell and either beat me up or yell hateful things at me. Meg sometimes makes an appearance, pointing out the fact that Sam and Dean still aren't here to rescue me, so they must not care that much about me.

She leaves me alone for an hour or so, and in this time, I fade in and out of consciousness. My body feels like it is completely covered in bruises and my arm throbs constantly. I am just about to fall asleep when I hear Sam distantly call my name. My eyes well up with tears, I don't know how much more torture I can handle.

He runs up to my cell, "Maddy! Oh god, are you okay!?" I can hear him attempting to pick the lock on the cell door. This is different, usually they just walk in, but I don't get my hopes up. I turn towards the wall and let my tears fall onto the floor, "Leave me alone," I say, "Just kill me already, I'm tired of your games."

Sam is quiet for a second but then continues to pick the lock, "Maddy, it's me! Come on baby, hold on for me." He finally picks the lock and swings the door open, running over to kneel next to me. He rolls me over and gasps when he sees my battered body. I see Dean come into the cell, "Is she okay?" he asks, kneeling next to Sam.

Sam looks down at me frantically as tears flow freely down my cheeks. The fake Winchesters only ever looked angry, could it actually be them? He quickly unchains my wrist and I raise my shaking hand to his cheek, "Sammy? Is it really you?"

He holds my hand against his cheek with watery eyes, "Yes, it's me. Let's get you out of here."

"Oof, her arm…" Dean breaths, looking at my broken arm that lays across the floor. "We need to splint it before we start moving."

I try to take my mind off the pain and look at Sam, "What happened to Meg?" I whisper.

Sam sighs and brushes the hair out of my face, "We ambushed her, and she smoked out before we could fight. I guess she really wanted to live."

Dean comes running back in with what appears to be pieces of old wood flooring and a roll of duct tape, "It's not the best, but I think it'll do." He kneels beside me again and orients himself around my black and blue arm. "Alright kiddo, this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch, but it'll help in the long run."

He gingerly lifts my arm up so that it is perpendicular with the floor. I bite my lip and breathe deeply in and out as fresh tears spill onto the floor. Dean holds the boards against my arm while Sam wraps it in the duct tape. Sam wipes the tears from my cheeks, "Are you okay?" he asks after he finishes the wrapping, voice breaking.

I nod and take one more deep breath before I start to sit up, he puts his hand on my back to support me. Dean gets on my other side and they lift me up, Dean leans me against Sam and walks in front of us to hold the doors open. I'm so weak, if Sam wasn't holding onto me I would surely fall to the floor. When we get outside I realize that Meg was holding me in an abandoned police station. Sam lowers me into the backseat and then slides in next to me. I lean against him, cradling my broken arm in my lap.

I think about how awful I must look, "What are we going to tell the emergency room?" I ask, trying to think of a rational explanation for my current state.

We are all silent for a few moments, but Dean finally speaks up, "There are lots of abandoned places around here, we could say you fell through the floor into the basement."

I nod, "Down a flight of stairs into the basement? Just in case they investigate?"

Sam puts his arm around me, hugging me closer to him. I can feel how tense he is, probably thinking about all the what ifs had they not found me. I look up at him, "Relax." I whisper, "Every thing's fine now."

He kisses my forehead as Dean pulls up to the hospital. They help me walk into the surprisingly nearly empty emergency room and a nurse directs us toward one of the beds. I lay on the bed and Sam holds my uninjured hand while my eyes start to close, exhaustion setting in. I can hear Dean outside the curtain telling the doctor the fake falling down the stairs story.

The doctor gives me some pain meds and they numb my arm, so I start to feel a little better. They take x-rays of my arm and while we wait for a nurse to come place a cast on my arm, a question dawns on me, "How did you guys even find me?" I ask, looking between Sam and Dean through drowsy eyes.

"While I was talking to Meg," Sam says, "I heard the cell door bang and knew that you had to be in some sort of jail type cell."

"Yeah," Dean says, feet propped up on my bed with a mouth full of vending machine popcorn, "We checked out so many different abandoned buildings before we came across that police station."

Sam looks at me with sad eyes, "How come you didn't believe it was actually us when we found you?"

"Oh, that…" I look down at my bruised arm, "She used some sort of black magic to make her appearance look like you two and then she would uh.." I look between Sam and Dean, "beat me up."

Sam's eyes widen, and Dean's mouth falls open, a piece of popcorn falling out of it and onto the floor. Before either of them can speak I raise my good arm to stop them, "It's fine, really. I mean, I'm not saying it wasn't awful, but I knew it wasn't you guys."

I laugh, "I saw it as pay back for all the times I forced you two to watch those cheesy romance movies in the motels."

Sam laughs and shakes his head, "Those movies really are terrible."

Dean throws a piece of popcorn at me and I pick it off my shirt and pop it in my mouth. He looks hopeful, "Does this mean no more movie marathons?"

I grin at him, "In your dreams buddy, we are definitely going to have one later tonight." Sam and Dean both groan in mock disgust but smiles creep onto their faces. Our banter comes to a halt when the nurse, a young blonde, comes in to place my cast.

"Well, hello." Dean says to her and walks over to where she stands.

I look over at Sam and we roll our eyes at the same time. We both laugh, and Sam takes my good hand in his, "I love you."

I look down at the ring on my finger, "That's good, because it just so happens that I love you too."

The nurse, after giving Dean her number, comes over to my bed and starts the casting process. I look over at Dean while the nurse's back is turned, he shows me the number on the paper and gives me a thumbs up. I smile and shake my head at him, thinking about how different my life would be if I hadn't come across the Winchesters.