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I must have fallen asleep or fainted, because the next thing I knew I was wrapped up in a thick warm blanket, curled up in the back seat of some car. The radio was turned on low, as street lights flashed by at an alarmingly fast rate. I closed my eyes burying my face into my arm allowing the darkness to swallow me whole again.

I came awake slowly again, this time I was laying on something soft. Still wrapped up in the thick blankets, only this time I was laying on a thin bed. I blinked a few times clearing my vision, where was I? The room was large, kind of like a bachelor apartment with 3 beds pressed up against one wall. A small kitchen and a tiny living area where he was sitting.

Deans back was to me, watching some show on a TV in front of him. The volume was on low probably so he could hear if I moved or something. Memories from the night before started flashing through my mind. This was the one who wanted to kill me.

I glanced around. My eyes landing on a medium sized duffle bag, which was placed on the bed beside mine, slowly I inched my way off the bed. My bare feet meeting the carpet caused me to pause for a moment. Everything seemed too weird, foreign almost like a dream.

I glanced back to where Dean was sitting, he still hadn't moved or heard me. He had a beer in his hand his eyes trained on the screen. I took a step leaning down slowly unzipping the bag; it was full of some clothing and most importantly guns.

The second my hands touched the cold metal I heard a click off to my right, I spun gun in hand to see Dean standing pointing a large gun at me.

"Put it down." He ordered in that same gruff voice that he used last night.

"Where I am?" I found myself asking, my hands shaking slightly as I kept the gun trained on him. I knew how to use them. Before my abduction, my family use to hunt every November, so bows and guns were a second nature to me.

Dean cocked his head slightly, his eyes trained on me. That's when I heard another click and a gust of air of a door to my left, I spun again more so out of the fear that jumped in my heart than anything.

Sam stood in the door frozen his eyes locked on the gun in my hands. His arms were full of bags only he wasn't alone; standing behind him was an older man. Thick black and grey beard, large belly. Perhaps this was the other man they were with last night?

"What's going on here?" Sam asked, his shoulders were a bit tense but his demeanor wasn't hostile. Neither was the mans behind him, Dean however he was tense and looked as if he was willing to pull the trigger any second.

"She went for the gun bag, just like I told you she would." Dean snapped back.

What the hell was going on here? I kept turning between the three of them, were the not partners or friends? If so why where they fighting like this, obviously Dean wanted me dead I could read it on him. The man behind Sam pursed his lips shoving past Sam and into the room.

"I would go for a gun as well with an Idgit like you sulking around." He grumbled; his voice was rough, old. Dean glared at him but lowered the gun before flopping back into his chair. Sam whom I hadn't noticed inching closer cleared his throat beside me.

"Can I have the gun?" He asked. I blinked a few times but nodded handing the gun over before inching away from him onto the bed. He tossed the gun back on the bed as the older man walked up.

"So Sam what are you thinking?" He asked glancing down at me as I sat on the bed. Sam sighed running a hand through his hair.

"In that compound, Crowley was doing test on those people. Out of the 30 captives we took down she was the only one who-" He paused glancing down at me before looking back up "She was the only one who didn't attack us and spoke. There were barley any locks on her door so what's that have to say?"

Dean coughed glancing back over his shoulder, "Wrong, she broke my nose." He grumbled. Sam rolled his eyes but nodded his head.

"I said I was sorry." I mumbled looking down at my hands. I flinched as the older man sat down in front of me; he paused holding up his hands.

"It's okay there. My name is Bobby can I have a look at your arms?" He asked kindly, I paused glancing up at Sam who nodded his head before I held out my arms out in front of me. He did the same as Sam the night before gently taking my arms below the elbow. His hands were rough, strong yet rough.

He must be a work worker or someone who worked with his hands daily. He ran his thumb over a few scars before looking up at Sam.

"See these." He said gesturing to a patch of scars on the curve of my arm, "There track marks they have been injecting her with something. These other scars look as if you've been in quite a few fights haven't you?" He asked kindly looking up at me.

I found myself nodding my head before my mind had a chance to catch up with what I was doing.

"Crowley had us fight against to each other to determine who of us were the strongest." I replied. That got even Deans attention as he stood up crossing the room to peak over Bobby's shoulder. Sam crossed his arms as Bobby nodded his head releasing my arms.

"Do you know what they were injecting you guys with?" He asked his eyes trained on me.

I froze of course I knew what they were injecting me with, or at least I learned after it was too late. What would these men do if I told them? Use me like Crowley intended to do? I looked down at my hands, Crowley would be furious when he learned I wasn't killed like the others, he would have his minions hunt me down.

"You should let me go, if I stay here the guards are going to find me and kill you guys." I said trying to change the subject. Sam and Dean both to my surprise shook their heads.

"Crowley isn't going to touch you again; he'll die before he ever gets a chance too." Sam said and Dean nodded his head in agreement. Bobby sighed looking at me again before asking the same question as before.

"Do you know what they were injecting you guys with?"

I sighed and nodded my head; all three went silent waiting for me to respond. After a few minutes Dean must have gotten annoyed cause his voice boomed out over us.

"Well? Are you going to say something."

I looked up a growl vibrating in my chest which caused both Bobby and Sam to flinch back slightly in surprise.

"Of course I know what they were pumping into my body you asshole, but how do I know you aren't going to kill use, rape or kill me. Like they did and tried to do?"

That stopped them all; staring at me with shocked expressions before Bobby leaned forward placing a hand on mine. I flinched slightly at the contact looking up at him.

"No on here is going to hurt you, we want to help you but we can't do that unless we know what they did." Bobby said, I couldn't help but stare. After living in that place for so long the kindness of these people right now was mind blowing.

"They-they were injecting us with a special injection Crowley made using the DNA from the Alpha's he captured. He, well I don't know exactly what he took but his main goal was create an army of these super monsters." I laughed bitterly looking at my hands.

"The injections turned us, making us into these monsters. I was the first one to survive; there is something in the genetics that allowed my body to survive the transformation. So he had been taking my blood mixing it with his injection to make more. Most went mad, but a few he was able to control."

I paused looking up, they all looked shocked. Sam out of all of them looked more devastated than I ever thought a person could look.

"Crowley made the ones who were able to hold onto a piece of their sanity, battle against each other. It was to determine who was the strongest to lead his army; they were always battle to the deaths." I finished looking down at my hands; I could almost see the blood as memories flashed through my mind.

I could almost smell the blood, feel it on my skin. I sniffed holding back the tears; I wasn't a killer or a murder. However if it came down to killing someone to stay alive I would do it in a heartbeat.

I looked up between they all looked shocked, Sam had turned walking over to a window where he was just gazing out, Dean was still standing behind bobby just watching me and Bobby was looking at me sadly.

"Do you know what the date is?" I asked looking between Dean and Bobby.

"It's July 23rd, 2011." Dean responded automatically, his tone and body language changing. I sighed looking down at my hands.

"I was trapped there for 3 years then." I responded.

Bobby cleared his throat, "How did Crowley get those people in there to start with?" Dean nodded his head behind him; I bet they were all curious.

"I found an ad in the local newspaper. A company was looking for people to preform tests on, one day of testing, it would cause no side effects and the payment was $10,000 cash. Naturally I went, after the interview Crowley led me into what looked like a hospital room and well next thing I knew I was in that cell."

Dean whistled low shaking his head slightly, Sam just looked back from the window but I knew that look that was shining in his eyes. He was guilty over something, what I had no idea. However after seeing that look in the eyes of so many captives I knew it off the bat.

Bobby shook his head, "Well I guess I have some research to do."

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