Hello everyone, I'm back with chapter 3! I had a hit of inspiration and I went with it. I wanted to thank all of you who followed, favorited and made such nice and encouraging comments. Without you, I probably wouldn't have bothered to continue. So, I sincerely thank you. Enjoy and look out for my next chapter (which I have already started writing) soon. [Disclaimer: I own nothing my my OC]

Chapter 3 - Interrogation

Ivy felt cold, both inside and out. She felt her body tense and she tried to move, but something was holding her fast. Was she paralyzed? No, she could still feel her limbs, she just couldn't move them. She cracked open an eye, but saw nothing but black. She lifted her heavy head and opened her eyes completely.

She was tied to a chair, in a dark room and a dim light shone above her head. Looking down, she could see a red devil's trap. Dammit, what happened? Then she remembered. The Winchesters.

A loud, metallic clang interrupted her thoughts and suddenly the wall in front of her opened up, revealing two dark figures. Two dark figures holding weapons. Ivy's body tensed reflexively. The men approached her and as they entered the light, Ivy recognized the shorter man as Dean. The taller one must be his brother, Sam. They both looked menacingly at her.

Dean spoke first. "What the hell are you?" Ivy didn't quite understand his question at first, but then he elaborated. "The trap holds you, but the demon blade and holy water don't work. So, my question is: what the hell kind of demon are you?" Dean strode closer to her as he spoke and Ivy watched the weapon in his hand carefully.

"I'm not sure." Ivy replied meekly. She knew if she tried to reveal anything about her situation that the cuffs on her wrists would burn her severely. She didn't want that.

"You're not sure?" Sam said in disbelief. "Come on, Dean. She's lying." Dean glanced at his brother and then back at her. Dean's grip on his blade slackened as he seemed to be contemplating the strange girl in front of him.

"Do you work for Crowley?" Dean asked calmly.

"Not by choice." Ivy answered. Her eyes darted down to the iron cuffs around her wrists and Dean's eyes filled her gaze.

"So you're not a demon?" He asked in confusion. His hands reached down to touch the shackles and before Ivy could stop him, the cuffs glowed bright red, searing Ivy's flesh. She screamed in pain, and Dean jerked back in alarm. The smell of burning flesh wafted into his nose as he stared at what was happening. Ivy stopped screaming and the cuffs returned to their normal grey color. Her clenched fists relaxed slightly as she held back her tears of agony.

"Please," she whispered. "Please don't touch those." Dean almost looked apologetic, but Sam spoke up, wiping the look off of his brother's face.

"What are those? Is Crowley controlling you somehow?" Sam approached the chair Ivy sat in. Ivy squeezed her eyes shut. She knew if she spoke about it, she would be burned again.

She debated with herself for a few moments and then spoke, "Can you help me?" Her eyes looked into Dean's pleadingly. "Because if you can't, we have nothing else to talk about." Dean leaned down and placed a hand on either side of her chair.

"We can't help if you don't tell us what you are."

"I'm not a demon!" She cried in exasperation. "Crowley put these cuffs-" Ivy was cut off by the searing pain in her wrists again. She hissed and threw her head back as her hands gripped the chair. The burning lasted longer this time and it took all of her might to not scream again. When it stopped, her head stayed leaned back and she stared into the darkness above her. "Please," she said quietly. "Just kill me if that's what you're going to do."

Dean stood up and grabbed his brother's arm, hauling him out the door and closing it behind them. Ivy didn't move, she just sat there and silently wept.

Outside, Sam spoke, "Something doesn't feel right about this. She's hiding something."

"Of course she is, Sammy. You saw what happened when she tried to tell us about the cuffs. I think she's a human." Dean said. "What I don't get is why Crowley wants her." Sam didn't have an answer for that either. "First things first. We have to get those cuffs off of her somehow. Otherwise, we won't get anything out of her."

"You think Cas could help?"

"It's worth a shot." Dean replied.

Ivy had fallen asleep, though she's not sure how. Sleep was rare for her nowadays. Lifting her head she took a look around and the memory of where she was came flooding back. Her wrists hurt badly, and her body felt stiff from sitting in the chair for what seemed like days.

A creak caught her attention and soon the door opened before her, revealing a new face. The man strode forward and came into view. He had short black hair, blue eyes and a very serious, yet strange demeanor. Ivy tilted her head to the side. "Are you an angel?" She asked curiously.

Slightly taken aback, the man's face changed from serious to surprised. "How did you know?" His voice was deep, but it wasn't scary. He seemed genuinely surprised and maybe a little intrigued.

"I can see your halo." She remarked. The man quirked an eyebrow at her.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Ivy."

"Ivy," the man considered for a moment. "Sam and Dean told me you were a demon," and then in air quotes he said, "thing." He put a hand to her forehead and closed his eyes. "You're not a demon. But, you're not a human either."

"What am I then?" Ivy asked.

"It seems as if a demon imbued you with some demon abilities and it has made you some sort of human/demon hybrid. How odd."

Ivy scoffed, "Yeah my life has been pretty odd these last few months." She smiled sadly, remembering how different things were for her not so long ago. She desperately wished she didn't know about demons and angels.

"What does your expression mean?" The angel quarried. Ivy looked up at him in confusion.

"I-I um...I'm just sad, I guess." She replied. "I don't want to be here. I'm tired and..." She paused. "And why am I telling you all this? You probably came here to torture me."

Cas frowned deeply. "I have not come to torture you." He reached down and touched Ivy's hand, holding it in his own. Ivy was about to ask him what he was doing, but then his hand lit up with a bright bluish light. It felt as if her body was being covered in a soft wave of cool water. Her burnt wrists no longer hurt and the cuts and scrapes she had received recently faded away. She looked up at him in astonishment. After hearing nothing but slander about angels from Crowley. She did not think she would ever meet one who was kind. "I want to help you." He said when he was done. Ivy felt her eyes sting with tears at his kind words. She had not been shown any in quite some time.

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Castiel."

"Thank you, Castiel. But, I'm not sure you can help me."

"Sam and Dean do not trust you, but I can see beyond your exterior." He said suddenly. "I can see that you have a good heart. I think you are a victim in all this and I want to do all I can to help you. Will you allow me to do that?" He asked. Ivy looked into his eyes and she could tell he was being sincere. She didn't know what Crowley would do to her if he ever got her back, but what did she have to lose?

She nodded. "Yes."

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