You wake up with a pounding headache.
"Ugh..." You moan. You try to stand but your wrists are restricted by chains. Damn it. You try to look around but everything is dark. You are still in your apartment based on the musty smell of the walls.
"Good you're awake." Dean said. You grunt in reply. You listen as someone kneels in front of you and gently takes your chin in his large hands. You know immediately that it is Sam.
"I am sorry for my brother's actions." He whispered. Your eyes flutter open and meet his hazel ones. You hold eye contact for a few seconds before he stands. You follow the movement up and whimper at the pain in your skull.
"What did you hit me with? A crowbar?" You snarl.
"Actually I did." Dean smirks. Sam rolls his eyes before sitting on your counter top, "We want to know how much you know about the recent hunter deaths."
"That's why you hit me over the head?"
"No. I did that so when we are done it would be easier to gank you." Dean snorted. You growl in warning.
"Listen, y/n is it? We just want to know how many monsters have killed hunters in say the past two years." Sam glared at his brother in disgust. I smirked. These two fought like old ladies.
"Why should I help two testosterone filled men who broke into my apartment, while I was showering mind you, and want me dead? Looks like to me I can do whatever I want." Dean looks at you confused and you groan, "As long as I don't tell you anything, you have to keep me alive!" Dean glared.
Sam cleared his throat, "We won't kill you. We just need information."
"It's classified. Even to me." You answer honestly. Dean didn't like that answer. He pulled out a silver necklace. Sam's eyes widened as Dean steps toward you. In a panic you squirm and whimper. Right before Dean touches the chain to your cheek, Sam grabs his wrist. You look at the two brothers, "I am telling the truth. All I know is that they were monsters. Two of them I arrested and that's how I know. I swear on Castiel's grace." You knew what that meant to Dean. He jerked his arm away and stormed out of the apartment.
Sam watched him go, "There a bar nearby?"
"Yes." You answer, "Right down the street."
"Then I know where to find him later." Sam sighed and turns to you. He squats and down and undoes the chains binding your wrists and ankles. "How do you know I won't attack you?"
"I don't. I'm going off of luck here." he chuckled as the last chain fell. You rub your wrists and ankles, "Your brother seems... Aggravated?"
"He just wants to find this monster." Sam answered. You nod and head to the kitchen. Sam follows you. "I have no way of tracking this monster. I'm not in the classified circle." You get a glass and fill it with water. You gulp it down and look at the Winchester in front of you. His muscles are hugged by his button up shirt, his dirty blonde hair falls into his face boyishly, his hazel eyes search y/e/c ones. "How'd you end up in that orphanage? With the demon?" You stiffen at the memory of that demon.
"Get out." You mutter, looking away.
"What?" He asks. You turn to him, tears threatening to fall. Your eyes turn that golden color and you feel your teeth and claws growing. Sam looks alarmed and backs out of the kitchen, "I said get. OUT!" You scream. Sam nods once and hurries out. Once you hear the door slam shut you break.
Leaning against the cupboard you cry until there are no more tears. As your eyes start to get heavy from the emotional exhaustion you remember what your mom said a few days before she died, Just because one door closes, doesn't mean you can't go back and amend broken promises.