The sound of feet scuffling across the cement floor and Sam groaning was enough woke you up from your blackout.
"Sam?" As soon as you yelled for Sam, you blindfold was yanked off your head and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling above you just about blinded you and Sam.
"Sam!" You yelled as you saw the state he was in.
"I'm okay, Y/N." The man that had knocked out both of you suddenly came out from the darkness and looked you up and down.
"So that's beautiful's name. Y/N…" He walked up to Sam and jabbed his elbow into his side, "How's that chicken wing?" He chuckled.
"Who are you?" You asked.
"You I do not know much about, but him I know. Sam Winchester, brother of Dean Winchester. You don't know me, Sam, but your brother… well, he and I go way back." Sam gave him a confused look that turned to pain when the man jabbed him once more in the side.
"That didn't answer my question. Who are you? A hunter?" The man looked as if he was weighing something invisible in the air.
"Sure. Yeah, we can go with that. Hunting your brother counts, right?" You felt something drop into the pit of your stomach: fear. This man, whoever he was, was after Dean and was most likely going to kill him if he got the chance. They're never just there to sell girl scout cookies, you thought.
"I wouldn't do that." Sam warned.
"Yeah?"
"Trust me. Look, buddy, I-I don't know who you are, all right? I don't know what you want or what my brother did, but if you got any sense, I suggest you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster."
"Well, he was. Yeah, he was... Many, many moons ago. But now he's prey. And I'm the monster now. 'Cause Dean has to die."
"Oh? And why's that?" Sam asked.
"Your brother killed my father when I was a boy." The room went silent. Dean killed- So many things were being revealed to you about Dean that you didn't know if you could take any more.
"I'm sorry." The words were blurted out of your mouth before you could stop them.
"I'm not looking for your sympathy, Y/N. I'm looking for Dean. And you're going to help me find him." He suddenly started searching through your pockets until he stumbled upon your cell phone.
"W-what are you doing?" You asked as he flipped open the phone and started to browse through your contacts.
"Well looky here," he said as he pointed at the screen and put it in front of your face, "a little heart beside his name. You got a crush on him, sister?" He chuckled. You said nothing as he started to search through your photos now.
"Hey! That's private, you can't-"
"Oh ho! We've got the girlfriend front-and-center! Hunny, you just made my job a whole lot easier." Your head sunk as he clicked the "call" button and the dial tone sounded through the speakers.
"I left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out." Dean's voice would have been music to your ears if this would've been a different situation.
"Well, hell, I just may take you up on that." There was a long pause before Dean spoke again.
"And who is this?"
"Me? Well, I'm karma, brother. The name's Cole, but after I'm done with you you're going to be calling for mercy."
"Is that so? Well, at least tell me why karma is on my supposedly girlfriend's phone? Is she dead?"
"No. Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your "supposedly" girlfriend and your brother will be just fine."
"Oh really? And how do I know they're still alive?" Cole nudged you to speak, but you refused. Cole made a frustrated groan before taking his hand and slapping you across the face. The sting of the slap made you scream and you could've sworn that you could hear Dean laughing.
"Glad to hear she's still screaming because of me. And my brother?"
"Here, Dean."
"Alright, Dean. There's your proof of life. You got a pen?" Dean chuckled again.
"No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. There's no nothing - except the 100% guarantee that, somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you."
"Well, that'll be a cold comfort to them when their dead." Cole looked like he was pissed at how this was going so far.
"I told them to let me go. So, whatever jam their in now, that's their problem." Your heart sunk at how cold-hearted Dean sounded as a demon. What did I expect? Demons are cold-hearted.
"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to them as I'm slitting their throats."
"Yeah, you do that, 'cause they know me. And they know damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word." There was the sound of Dean laughing and then the line went dead.
"Well, you heard him, Cole," Sam said, "he's not coming. Sorry 'bout your luck, bud."
"Really? Now, you know your brother gave me the, uh, green light to put one between your eyes, right, Sam? And probably wouldn't mind me having a bit of fun with you, beautiful." You shivered and tried to shrink away from him as he caressed your cheek.
"Leave her alone. Listen, Cole. Dean...Dean isn't Dean right now. Now, look, I don't know who you are -"
"No, you listen, Sam. Every night since I was 13 years old… every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is your brother and all that blood… and my daddy. Now, I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you two up. And you have no reason to protect him - none. So help me. Please."
"Look, I'm sorry about your dad. Whatever happened... Dean had a reason. I don't know how to tell you this. There are monsters out there."
"You don't think I know that? I did two tours in Iraq. Special Ops, Darfur...The Congo. I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk! Oh, but they could sure as hell shoot an A.K."
"Not that kind of monster." You said.
"Don't tell me about monsters, Y/N! 'Cause I've met my share." You looked up at him and pitied him. Why couldn't you have just grown up without that desperate need for revenge?
"I mean vampires! All right? Werewolves. Monster... monsters. Look in the bag, " You motioned with your head to yours and Sam's duffle bag sitting on the table beside the two of you, "Go on. Take a look. It's right there." Cole walked over to your duffle bag and pulled out many of the supplies including the flask of holy water. He held it up and chuckled.
"I guess even psychos need to hydrate."
"It's holy water." Sam explained. Cole scoffed and walked back behind you.
"Look, we're not a psychos. And we're not lying."
"Well, you see," Cole reached into his bag and pulled out a ball-peen hammer, "that's exactly what a psycho liar would say, so... See my dilemma?" Cole set the hammer against Sam's knee.
"No!" You yelled as Cole got ready to swing like it was golf.
"Sorry, beautiful. We are just gonna have to do this the other way." You closed your eyes and waited to hear the crunch of Sam's knee cap and his scream echo through the building, but the only thing you heard was a phone ringing.
"Ain't you lucky, boy?" Cole said before dropping the hammer and reaching into his pocket to answer his phone.
"Hey, darling. No, I'm good. No, everything's fine. Everything's just fine." Cole's voice faded as he walked outside the building and out of sight. You let out a puff of air that you felt like you'd been holding in forever. How are we going to get out of this?, you thought. And as if someone had dropped the answer in your lap, you attention was caught by something shining on the floor. Cole's keys! He must've dropped them when he took out his phone and now they were yours and Sam's literal key to freedom.
"Sam, we're gonna get out of here, okay? And then we're gonna go get Dean and cure him, okay?" You heard a muffled "okay" from Sam and went to work. You rocked your chair back and forth until you fell sideways and right next to the keys. Quickly, you were able to grab the keys and cut the bindings on your chair to set you free. You went over to Sam and went as fast as you could to get him free until the last zip tie snapped in two.
"Let's go," you whispered to Sam as you helped him up, "we've got to get on the road."
On the way to Beulah, North Dakota, Sam had picked up wind of some douche picking a fight in a strip club that ended up with the security guard almost hospitalized by his injuries. Obviously, that was the work of demon Dean Winchester. And, as fate would have it, Crowley supposedly called Sam and told him where Dean would be. Now, as you were pulling into the parking lot of the Black Spur bar where Dean sat probably waiting for you, your stomach was filled with butterflies at what fate had in store now.
"You sure you wanna come in, Y/N?" Sam asked. You climbed out of the car and walked quickly towards the bar.
"We're in this together, Sam. Come on."
As soon as you walked in, Dean's eyes were on you. He looked shocked to see you until Sam came in behind you.
"Hiya, Sam. I see you let Y/N come along," Dean's eyes flashed black for a split second when he looked at you, "bad idea, Sammy." Fear settled over the butterflies in your stomach. The look Dean gave you was one a beast gave its prey.
"Well, you know how she is, Dean. She just wouldn't take no for an answer." Dean laughed as he took the shot glass beside him and tipped it back.
"I told you to let me go." You took a step back as Dean stood up and closed the distance between you and Sam and him. Sam's arm stuck out in front of you like a shield as he pushed you behind him.
"You know I can't do that, Dean. By the way, your, uh, pal Crowley… sold you out." Dean scoffed at the mention of Crowley's name.
"Sounds like him." Dean made a motion toward you and Sam reacted by pushing the two of you back further.
"Dean, hold on a second. You don't have to do this. I know you don't want to hurt either of us, especially Y/N. Look, we know how to cure demons. You remember that?" Sam pleaded.
"Little Latin, lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?" Pain struck through your heart at the idea of it. This isn't Dean talking, you reminded yourself.
"That was Crowley." Dean shook his head and took another step further. Sam pushed you behind the bar so there could at least be something to protect you if Dean were to lunge at Sam. And hopefully give you enough time to run.
"It really wasn't. Come on now, Sammy. I know you're smarter than that."
"It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it." Dean was suddenly between you and Sam. The only thing that was between you and him was the counter of the bar. His eyes bore into you like you were some piece of meat hanging in front of him.
"Will we, Sammy? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to jump over this bar and rip Y/N's throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you both a chance, Sam. You should take it." Dean sat down at the seat across from you and pointed you to leave. You froze and looked to Sam as he nodded. You walked slowly to the edge of the counter where the distance between you and Dean was shorter than it had been since you'd walked in. Dean winked at you and you went shooting across the room to Sam.
"We're gonna have to pass, Dean." You grabbed Sam's arm and slightly put yourself behind him just in case.
"We're not leaving without you, Dean. I'm not leaving without you." Dean chuckled at your sudden show of emotion.
"Sorry, sugar, but I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?" Tears began to well up in your eyes and you hoped that they would go away.
"No. No one's going to kill you, Dean."
"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming."
"Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home. Willing or not." Dean's chuckle bursted through his throat so loudly that it made you jump.
"What is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes and Ms. Crybaby over there hiding behind you like a lost kitten?," Dean's laughter suddenly stopped, "Oh, I see! Sammy thought with me out of the picture he could take a swing at "my girl"? How cute."
"It's not like that, Dean. I-"
"Oh, shut up. Once a whore, always a-"
"No! You shut up, Dean! I've had enough of this! You left Sam in pieces and I had to pick them all up. You know, deep down you know, that I love you. Dean, I love you. Sam knows that. Crowley has been filling your head up with lies to keep you away from us, to keep you away from me and I'm sick and tired of his shit!" Dean's mouth pulled up into a smirk at your anger.
"You were always so sexy when you got angry, Y/N." Your cheeks heated at Dean's comment. But Dean's smirk faded as he saw what was in your hands. You walked toward him with the sigil etched handcuffs and looked at him pleadingly.
"We're going to fix this, Dean. Just, please, let us help you." Dean took a step back for each step you took forward.
"You really think those are going to work, Y/N?" Dean's eyes shifted between you and the cuffs as his back hit the edge of the bar.
"There's only one way to find out." You said as you opened them and took another step towards him. Suddenly, there was the sound of glass breaking and a hissing noise to your right. Smoke filled the air of the bar and sent you and Sam into a coughing fit.
"Y/N! We've got to get out of this gas!" You nodded and headed to the door. Just as you had gotten out of the bar and into fresh air, a pair of black boots came into view. When you looked up, Cole stood above you smiling.
"Hello again, beautiful." And, again, everything dimmed to black.