A/N: i dont own supernatural or any of the characters from the show. All rights belong to there proper owners. Only character i own is Katarina.
I had no idea where I was, after I agreed to help Crowley he had his men blind fold me and shove me into the back of a van. Only way I could tell that was by listening to the motor and the doors sliding close behind them. The motor; oh my god. It was too loud, pounding through my head. The noise rattling my brain to a point I was moaning in the back clutching my ears. Then it all went silent before they tossed me out onto the cold cement ground and took off.
Which lead me to my current predicament. Where was I? A shiver ran through my body as I rubbed my arms. The dirty old sundress clung to my skin as the rain started to wash away the filth that had collected on my skin over the years. It felt amazing besides the frigged cold, the rain against my skin. I couldn't remember having felt something so soothing and refreshing. I inhaled deeply as I turned my face towards the sky closing my eyes.
Owls hooted off in the woods, a wolf howl a few miles north. Scents invaded my mind. Pictures forming; deer, rain, gasoline and burnt rubber from past cars. I blinked turning look up and down the road; was there a reason I was placed here of all places? Forest lined the road, it looked old. Cracks and pot holes lining the sides.
"I don't know what to do." I whispered to no one. Speaking even to myself made the loneliness seem less consuming. Hearing my own was comforting; it was probably the one thing that hadn't changed. I sighed running a hand through my hair before turning north and started to walk down the winding road.
Time passed, I don't know how long. No one drove by, nothing changed forest lined both sides. It was comforting as odd as it sounds; from living in that cell. Hearing screams every night; smelling nothing but blood. This was freedom. That's when I heard it a distinct sound of a motor; lights eventually filled the road, blinding me. I growled turning away kept on walking.
"Hey are you okay?" A male's voice yelled out over the roar of a motor as some kind of sports car pulled up beside me. The scent of cigarettes and alcohol pretty much billowing out the window; the stench so over powering I almost had a hard time trying not to gag.
"Yeah I'm fine." I growled trying not to look at the male. My eyes were starting to burn my teeth aching. What the hell was wrong with me? "You sure? Come on baby get in." he suggested the car door opening.
"I said I'm fine!" I snarled spinning facing the guy, his face paled, cigarette falling out of his mouth as his car squealed tires spinning as he slammed on the gas pulling away. My eyes burned pain ripping through my gums. The pain rippling through my body, my bones feeling as if they were on fire as I dropped to my knees a scream ripping my mouth into the night's air.
Lights flooded my vision, a roar of an engine followed by the squeal of tires as I dove from the road into the bushes. Twigs ripped against my skin, snapping against my spin and I rolled down the ditch side before slamming to a stop at the bottom. My vision swam black spots clouding my vision; I felt physically weak. My body ached, my stomach lurched almost painfully begging for food.
"Dean! Down here I think she's hurt!" A deep voice sounded from behind me, the pounding of footsteps as someone slid down the side of the ditch. Car doors slammed off in the distance as I tried to push myself up to my hands and knees. My limbs shaking almost violently as fear once again ripped through my body almost eating away the exhaustion. They found me; this was why the demons put me where they did.
A man then came into view as he broke through the barrier of bushes I had fallen through. He was a large guy both tall and muscular wise. Medium length brown hair that was cut around his chin. He was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and a jacket. Was that...a gun? I gulped as he inched closer obviously being cautious.
"Please don't hurt me." I whispering backing up falling again as my legs gave out. Shit, this was it. I was done for. The man blinked almost confused for a moment before looking down at his hand, his eyes widening before he slowly leaned down hands up and placed the gun on the ground.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you. I promise." He whispered soothingly, and slowly inching closer. Again I flinched slightly, still not trusting him. My back came into contact with a tree and I drew my legs up against my chest protectively. The man paused for a moment before slowly inching closer again.
"Are you hurt? What's your name?" The man, no wait; I knew him or well knew who he was. The man he called dean...So this was sam? I gulped watching him and he kneeled down in front of me, still keeping some distance between us.
"I don't know." I whispered just as someone crashed loudly through the bushes causing me to flinch leaping around the tree as someone broke through the bushes swearing. Another man stood there beside the second one, flashlight in hand. He was slightly shorter than the other man, short cropped hair, strong chin and cheekbones. He was sporting a leather jacket with jeans and a t-shirt.
"Fuck Sammy what the hell is going on?" He swore loudly before shining the flashlight at me and instantly pulling up a gun. I yelped, flinching backwards hiding behind the tree.
"Dean Stop, I think she's hurt. She's terrified."
"Yeah I'm sure she is." Dean replied sarcasm clearly evident in his voice. I didn't care to peak around the tree right now it was the only thing hiding me from them. There was a sigh some movement as Sam slowly moved his way over so he could see me again. He held his hand out a warm smile on his face. "Come on we won't hurt you."
I couldn't hear any movement from the second man. My heart was thundering away in my chest, my head spinning. I probably wouldn't be standing for much longer; what choice did I have. Slowly I inched forward, leaves crunching underneath my bare feet. Dean still had his gun trained on me but he was obviously going to let Sam coax me out. Carefully I reached out, hesitantly taking his hand. Sam smiled slowly closing the distance between us as he looked me over.
"She's hurt Dean go bring the car closer." Sam said looking back, Dean didn't move for a second, the muscles in his face tightening before he growled and spun leaving the way he did. Wait, I was hurt? Where how did I hurt myself. I looked down my arms were decorated with cuts but the big thing was a large red spot on my side. Pain all of a sudden ripped through my body as my head spun.
"I'm bleeding." Fear was clearly evident in my ton as black sports started to swim through my vision. Last thing i was aware of was falling backwards Sam catching me before I hit the ground.
A/N: Thats all for tonight folks, dont forget to review and let me know what your thinking =P