You woke up, because of your arm. It was hurting really bad because of the bumpy route, so the car kept bumping. Wait…the car? You opened your eyes and realized that you were lying on a backseat of some car. You couldn't hear anything, just a buzz. But someone has to drive the car. Did the men find me?
You pretended to be asleep and waited for your chance to escape. Fortunately, after some time of driving, the car stopped. Maybe they need to fuel the car. You waited few seconds. You didn't know, if they already left the car or not. All you could hear was just the annoying buzz. You inhaled and jumped from the car. Your head was turning, your arm was hurting and you were so tired, but you kept running. Suddenly someone gripped your waist. You screamed and heard a bursting sound. You could hear everything now. You continued kicking and you tried to escape, but the arms hold you firmly.
"Dean! I would appreciate a little help here!" The man shouted, who was holding you.
"(y/n), calm down. It's me, Sam." The man said gently. Sam? You stopped fighting back and turned around to face him.
"Sam…" You exhaled and hugged him. He hugged you back. Suddenly you pulled away. It was because of him. Because of him they tortured you and now, he is suddenly here, saving you. It doesn't sound right. You stumbled; nearly fell, but other strong hands caught you. You turned around to face another man. He was shorter than Sam but he was taller than you. His hair was quite short, brown but also blond. His eyes were beautifully green and you could see a bit of Sam in his face. This has to be Dean, Sam's brother. You stepped back from them. You can't trust them.
"Who are you?" You asked both of them, but you were looking at Sam. He betrayed you, he lied to you.
"We-we are hunters…It was demons, who attacked you." Sam said. Hunters? Demons? What the hell is he talking about?
"We will find those sons of bitches and kill them." Dean said from the other side.
"We want to help you." Sam said and stepped closer to you.
"Help me? They tortured me because of you!" You shouted at him. Sam stopped and looked at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. You looked at the ground; you could not see him like that.
"It is not his fault, (y/n)." Dean said to you.
"Dean, it is. If I didn't go out with her, nothing of this would happen." Sam whispered.
"But they would attack someone else." Dean said. You could hear his voice a bit closer to you, but you still looked at the ground. They found you; you shouldn't be so mean to them.
Suddenly strong arms hugged you. You started crying and buried your head in his chest. He rubbed your back.
"SSh…we are here. Nothing can happen to you. We will protect you." Dean said. You thought it was Sam, but you didn't care anyway. You just needed someone to hug you.
"I will go start up the car." Sam said in a distance and walked away. You cried for a couple minutes, when Dean finally said.
"We should go back to Sam." You pulled away.
"Yeah, you are right, sorry." You sniffed.
"It is okay, (y/n)." Both of you walked to the car through a wood. You didn't notice you were in a wood. Dean helped you to get there. He supported you. Sam was impatiently waiting in the car, when you finally reached the car. The car was pretty beautiful. You immediately recognized, it was Chevy Impala 1967. You love this car. You smiled. You sat in the backseat.
"So, where are you driving?" You asked them quietly. Dean looked from the route at Sam, but Sam didn't look like he would give you an answer.
"Well…we are driving to the motel where I and Sammy are staying." Sammy? You smiled at this nickname.
"Could you drop me off at my place?" You asked Dean. Dean chuckled.
"Do you really think we would let you alone? And you are hurt anyway; we have to take care of you."
"Ahh, okay. Thanks." You answered. You rested your head on the window. The rest of the journey passed quite quickly. Dean parked at a crappy motel called 'Black Moon'. Sam jumped off the car and walked to the room. He didn't even look at you. You have to talk to him later. You shouldn't have said it to him. Dean helped you to get out of the car; he put his arm around your waist and led you to their room.
You lay on one of the bed and relieved. Finally, you can relax. You closed your eyes and waited for boys. You were very lucky, that you could meet them, but you don't want to stay with them longer than it's necessary. You don't want to become a hunter or whatever they do. You just want to finish your college and find a nice job.
Suddenly the bed sagged as someone sat there. You opened your eyes and saw Sam. But he wasn't looking at you. You sat up and poked him. Dean was gone, you guessed, and that he left you two alone on purpose.
"Sam… I am sorry, I shouldn't have said it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry." He raised his head and looked directly into your eyes.
"You shouldn't be sorry. It was my fault. I always screw everything up." He said and stood up and walked to the kitchen, he turned his back to you.
"That's not true. You didn't know that they would hurt me." You stood up and hold your breath. Because if you didn't do so, you would hiss of pain. Stupid Sam!
"I should know it! I am a hunter; I should expect everything from the fucking demons." You walked towards him.
"You can't know everything, Sam." He turned around and looked surprised, that you are standing in front of him.
"(y/n), go back…" You cut in on him.
"You shouldn't be so hrs to yourself, Sam. You are really nice guy and I think it was worth it to meet you." You said to him. What the hell are you doing? Stop loving him! He lied to you and you were tortured because of him! Maybe he did all of that, but what? He hasn't done anything wrong. It was just a bad luck that the demons found you. And he actually didn't tell you, what he is doing in town.
"But (y/n), if I didn't meet you, nothing would ha…" You couldn't listen to it anymore, so you kissed him. He was surprised as much as you. But, who cares? You can enjoy a little bit. And maybe, just maybe, you could date Sam. He pulled you closer and kissed you harder. He bit your bottom lip and pulled away. You smiled at him.
"Could you please take me back to bed? Or I will faint." You exhaled.
"Oh god, sure." He grabbed you in his arms and brought you to bed.
"So Sam, tell me more about your life." You said.
"Do you really want to know it?" He asked you.
"Yeah. I am ready, I guess" You smiled. And so Sam told you everything about his hunting life and all the monsters in the world while he was fixing you. When he was finished, you were so tired, you couldn't hold your eyes open.
"You should go to sleep." Sam said to you and kissed your forehead. You smiled.
"OK. But what about my arm?" You murmured.
"You arm?" He questioned quite confused.
"It is broken. My left one." You whispered nearly asleep.
"Oh dammit. We will deal with it later. Just rest now and don't worry about it." You followed his order and fell asleep.