Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor the Characters from supernatural.

A/N: Chapter one yay XD so this story was inspired by a crazy ass dream I had. It's been on my mind for days so I figured why not I'll give it a shot.

I wish I could say that after my, abduction life within the compound was easy. It wasn't, I lost track after the second year just how long I had been trapped inside this cell. This dirty old cell that had become my home. Crowley had even renamed me, as he did with all his little pets as he now called us.

I was experiment one, Eclipse. The first one to survive his little tests as he called them. Turning us into monsters, nothing but blood thirsty animals. Or that was the case for most of the others, I don't know what made me different from the others, we all had the same tests done to us. However, I was the only one that was able to hold onto my sanity and humanity.

The slot at the bottom of my door slid open and a deafening screech a metal tray of food pushed in under the bottom before the small slot was ripped closed. The guards had learned not to keep them open to long. An older lady in the cell across from mine had been able to rip off a guards arm once because he kept it open a second longer than he should have.

I sighed looking over at the vile meat and vegetable mush they gave us before pulling the tray over with my foot. If I ever wanted to get out of here I had to keep up my strength. That meant eating whatever bile they gave us.

I found if you ate the food fast you didn't taste it. So that's exactly what I did, shoving the mush into my mouth as fast as I could before my mind could keep up with the taste. Once I was finished I tossed the tray beside the cot. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the metal wall.

"You're never going to get out of here." I muttered slightly talking to myself. "Not if you keep living like this."

It was true; if I just sat here day by day waiting then I would never get out to what was the point? I could try and kill myself; perhaps the afterlife would be better than this prison. The thought always seemed to cross my mind but then I couldn't help but wonder how could I kill myself?

Since the tests my wounds healed at almost an impossibly fast rate. My strength had doubled as well as my speed and all my senses were at least doubled 10 fold. Those were on the good days, on the bad days when I lost control. That's when I shifted into a monster. However I could shift regardless of whether it was a good day or bad.

I smiled slightly remembering a movie I had watched as a young teenager. Ginger snaps I believe it was called? Lyncanthropes or werewolves they called us in horror movies, monsters that shifted into disgusting creatures. Crowley did something to change that in us; I had seen a living werewolf here. Something Crowley called an Alpha and I didn't look anything like it.

The man I saw looked humanoid at least when he shifted, I turned into a massive monster. Crowley had tried explaining it once during a mad fit when a few test subjects after me had died. He must have been frustrated not understanding why I survived and all the others died. He was trying to create the perfect solider. For what I had no idea.

I sighed shaking my head as I heard screams echo down the hallway, followed by a gunshot which caused my head to snap towards the noise. The guards didn't use guns? Screaming here was common but gunshots? Another shot echoed off the walls, I flinched against the sound.

What was going on, I crawled over pressing my ear against the metal door. People were screaming now scared, perhaps? People were running back past my cell, there heavy boots, clunking as they ran. More gun shots echoed down the hallway.

"Shit, shit."

Fear was starting to bubble in my stomach as I crawled back towards the cot, grabbing the steel tray under the bed. The only weapon I had. I lurched to my feet taking a defensive stance back by the door. My entire body was shaking, I didn't know if it was from adrenaline or the fear pumping in my veins. I listened as I heard the screech of doors open, screams, followed by gunshots and silence.

By the sound of the boots, there were two of them. Probably male, women seemed to not have as heavy footsteps as men did. I could hear then pause outside my cell before my door swung open. I closed my eyes swinging the tray forward connecting with something hard.

"Fuck shit." A deep male voice echoed out before a gunshot echoed off the wall above my head. I dropped down hands over my head, eyes clenched shut. If I was going to die I didn't want to see it coming.

"Dean? Are you okay? Wait hold on!" A younger voice whispered out.

"Did you not just see what she did Sam? I think she broke my nose." The deeper voice snarled.

I could smell the blood now, it was a thick irony scent which I had almost grown use to smelling here in the compound. I peeked out under my arm; they both had their guns trained on me probably in case I attacked again.

They were both fairly big men, muscular wise. The tallest one had shaggy brown hair with hazel eyes, slightly scruffy like the smaller one who had shorter brown cropped hair. The short ones face was now covered in blood from his nose down to his chin. Both were wearing blue jeans and leather jackets tossed over top of what looked like t-shirts.

They just watched me for a moment, as if waiting for me to attacking. I gulped slowly reposition myself holding my hands up.

"Please." I begged. I wanted out, I wanted to go home. If these men would get me out I would do anything. They flinched a bit at my voice before the taller one looked at the smaller man.

"Dean, she's not like the others." He whispered, glancing behind him for a moment.

"Like hell she is, she fucking broke my nose." The one damned Dean sneered, keeping his gun trained on me.

"I'm sorry; I thought you were one of the guards." I whispered my voice was rough; they hadn't brought by water in hours. Plus it wasn't a complete lie.

They both seemed to freeze before the taller one stepped forward into the cell, I flinched backwards my back slamming into the cot my heart rate picking up. He froze kneeling down setting the gun down on the floor before holding his hands up.

"It's okay; I want to look at your arm." He whispered slowly inching forward. My muscled seemed to be frozen; I just couldn't move fear paralyzing me. Dean had his gun trained on me, his eyes calculating, watching.

"Sam." Dean whispered out harshly.

The one who was kneeling down nodded his head but still kept his eyes trained on me.

"I know Dean, just hold on." He whispered back.

Slowly and carefully he reached out gently grabbing my arm below the elbow and pulled it gently out into the light. My breathing was coming in really fast my vision starting to blur as fear was causing me to hyperventilate. Why would this man want to look at my scars? It made no sense to me.

He turned my arm back and forth in the light looking at the multiple scars which ran up and down my arms. Most from the experiments Crowley had administered but some also from the battles he set us up against to determine who was the strongest of his pets.

Sam smiled gently releasing my arm before looking back at his brother

"You go ahead okay, Go meet up with Bobby and I'll meet you at the Impala, okay." He asked. Dean shook his head, keeping the gun trained on me before Sam stood up getting in the way. Dean swore but put the gun down and nodded his head turning into the hallway.

"Bobby?" His deep voice echoed darkly down on the halls.

Sam sighed running a hand through his shaggy brown hair before turning back and kneeling down in front of me.

"What's your name?" He whispered gently.

What's my name? What did it matter what my name was, where they not going to kill me? So many thoughts were running through my head, I inched back a tiny bit placing myself into the corner between the bed and the wall.

"Eclipse." I whispered watching him. I knew not to trust men the guards here had taught me that much. The one time I did trust a guard here, he did things to me which I never wished to remember again. This entire compound I wanted to just put behind me.

"My name is Sam. I want to get you out of here. Can you walk?" He asked sliding his gun into his jacket. I hesitated but shook my head, my body felt like led and my muscles were paralyzed in fear. I didn't know what was going on.

Sam smiled slowly inching forward till he was close enough to wrap his arms under my legs and back before he hoisted me into his arms. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as I clenched my eyes close, Nausea swimming in my head and stomach. He must have felt how fast my heart was racing or how fast I was breathing cause he paused looking down smiling.

"It's okay, don't worry I got you."

I didn't care if he had me or not, I just clenched my eyes closed burying my face into his shoulder. Either I was being saved from this nightmare of a home or this man was lying to me and taking me somewhere for a new test. Either way I didn't care, I was ready to die if that's what was going to happen.

A/N: Enjoy ill post more later don't forget to review.