I am unbeta'd, so if there's any mistakes feel free to give constructive criticism. This is a longer chapter and we get a better look at how and why Barretta thinks and acts.

Barretta felt the ropes first and the rumbling of the car seats under her second. Her eyes didn't want to open and there was an aching pain in her broken wing; when she tried to move it, it wouldn't budge. Panic started to set in. She didn't even think to try her other wing.

Her hands and feet couldn't move when she tried to move them either. Around her wrists were some sort of slightly rough rope, at least that's what it felt like for her when she fingered at the knots. Her panic went up a notch as she knew she was well and truly trapped in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. Had the Man found her again? Had He come back to life and was he here to take her back "home"?

Through her haze she heard the low timbre of male voices rumbling through the air while strains of fast paced music played in the background. As her panic continued to increase, she struggled slightly and an involuntary whimper escaped her, bringing the talking in front of her to a screeching halt. Barretta tried to open her eyes again but slammed them shut as the bright light of midday burned her sensitive retinas.

The rumbling under her ceased before two sets of hands held her down as she began to struggle more. A vaguely familiar voice washed over her and she calmed slightly at the tone- even if she couldn't understand the words through her panic.

She tried to open her eyes again, but slowly this time and her golden eyes met familiar emerald green orbs. She didn't recognize either of the mens' faces as she looked between them and started to struggle more. Her uninjured wing moved involuntarily to try and protect her, whacking the first guy upside the head, making him grunt in pain. He reached out a hand (in the back of her mind she noted it had been the hand on her shoulder) to catch her way are wing, and as soon as she grabbed it she froze in abject terror, still panicking.

Breathing heavily, she tried not to think of all of the pain this emerald eyed man would inflict on her uninjured wing if she wasn't good and didn't still immediately. The two hands holding her legs loosened until they were only sitting there, not pressing down, but ready to hold her if need be.

Words started to get through the panic, and she had a feeling that the first man had been repeating them until she calmed, or until she stopped struggling. The tone was still soothing and she wanted to believe that he wasn't going to hurt her, but he still hadn't let his firm, but gentle (how can a something be firm and gentle, she wondered somewhere in her mind), grip on her wing go.

Barretta caught movement from the corner of her eye as the second man shifted and she flinched, the wing in the first man's hand jerking a little. Her eyes instantly flew up to meet his, eyes wide and begging not to do anything to her even as she braced for pain. The aching in the other wing had progressed to slight throbbing and it was already uncomfortable enough as it was.

"Easy, kid. We're not going to hurt you," the man's voice was sincere, and she wanted to believe him, but every time she believed someone with a sincere voice it had ended very badly for her. He let go of her wing and it immediately folded back over her body like a protective blanket.

The hands on her legs twitched slightly and her eyes flicked to the passenger side where another vaguely familiar face looked on. His eyes were a hazel but they were soft, with a cold disposition behind them and he seemed weirdly detached from what he was watching. They had a similar feel to The Man, and she didn't like it at all.

Her golden eyes flitted back over to the first man and she clicked her tongue questioningly, like she'd been trained to do around others, while pulling at the ropes surrounding her hands and feet. That seemed to be the wrong move for her, as the panic started to set in again.

"Hey," the soft voice brought her out of her rising panic and she shifted her wing tighter over her body as she looked at the second man. "Like my brother said: we're not going to hurt you. We had to tie you up so you wouldn't hurt yourself when you woke up."

She wanted to believe it, but her subconscious was screaming that it was a lie. Then the first man spoke,

"Obviously that was a bad idea. Since you're up now, though, I'm going to untie you- don't look at me like that, Sam. She's not going to hurt us, she's scared of us- and take a look at that broken wing if you'll let me. We had to reset and split it right there in the forest, and I'm sure it's probably hurting after what just happened. Name's Dean, and the princess beside me is my little brother Sam."

She recognized them now! They were the ones who had come across her when she'd been trapped under that boulder! She remembered Dean's hand running through her hair, him getting up to help his brother, pain, then nothing until she woke up in the car.

"-you're able to talk, do you mind telling us your name?" Sam's voice startled her a little, and she pressed back against the seat she was laying on.

She wanted to, but she didn't trust them. What about her wing though? If they were the ones to splint her wing, she had to trust them at least a little. All they had done was help her.

She looked between the brothers nervously, a sudden thought entering her mind. She'd never spoken to someone before, at least, not after the first time she tried and got punished for it. But she was trained to follow the orders of whoever owned her. Right now, they owned her whether they knew it or not. They had asked her a question and she didn't want to be punished for not answering, but she also didn't want to be punished for talking. They both seemed extremely sincere, even with Sam being a bit distanced. Her eyes flickered between them one more time and she still a deep breath,

"Barretta. My name is Barretta."