*All characters except Danica are the intellectual property of the makers of Supernatural. Danica is the intellectual property of me.*
I shot straight up in bed, soaked in sweat. My heart was racing at a mile a minute and I was struggling for every breath. Glancing around I saw that I was still safe, I was not in hell. I took a deep breath and climbed out of bed. I dug through my clothes, yanking out a thin sweater and sweatpants. I scribbled a quick note and left it on the table in the main room. Stepping into the cold morning air, I realized that I had only gotten two, maybe three hours of sleep. I placed the earphones in my ears and took off at a steady jog. I ran an hour, maybe two, away from the hideout and decided I should probably turn back. On the jog back, I noticed a deer and her fawn crossing the road. I came to a standstill to watch and was awe struck. The beauty that I saw in those two animals was astounding. As soon as they were gone I returned to the hideout.
Upon entering I saw that both Sam and Dean were awake. The way they both stood when I entered told me that they had been waiting for me to return. I looked at Sam and saw that his jaw was clenched and he was obviously upset about something. I turned my music off and turned my attention to my father and uncle.
"Danny, Dean um, he told me about what he saw last night." I watched as my father's jaw muscles spasm as he tried to not let his anger show. I kept silent, not wanting to have to lie to his face.
"Danny,, tell us what happened." Dean made a gesture for me to sit down as he pulled out his chair and sat.
"No." I turned to leave the room but felt a hand on my arm.
"Danny, stop. Tell us, now." The anger in Sam's voice sent a shiver down my spine. I swung around to face him and glared back with equal anger.
"Sam it is nothing that you need to concern yourself with. It's the past and that's where it should stay. Leave it be." I shook his hand off my arm and tried to leave again. He grabbed me around the waist and swung me into the air. Throwing me over his shoulder he gestured at Dean to follow. I knew that I had no chance of escaping, but I refused to make this easy for him. Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I landed blow after blow on his back and chest. His grip did not waver. I saw Dean open a door and slide something aside exposing the most intricate demon trap that I had ever seen. I began to kick harder and scream. I felt something connect with the back of my head and the darkness closed in.
My skin is on fire and it sounds like someone is calling my name. A sharp pain was beginning to become noticeable in the back of my head and it was only getting stronger.
"Hey!" Dean yells as the burning starts again and my eyes shoot open. Dean is standing in front of me, holding bottles that I assume are filled with holy water. I went to wipe the water from my face but my hands were stuck. I look down and see that my arms and legs are tied down with chains that are covered in archaic symbols. My anger begins to boil and when I finally turn my face, my eyes are glowing red.
"What the hell, you fucking son of a bitch!" I glare daggers at him and get doused in holy water. I don't even blink as it hits my body; just hold eye contact with my Uncle.
"We knew you wouldn't give answers normally, so we decided to go about it this way." Dean grabs another bottle while nodding towards the closed door. Sam must have left, probably unable to stand that a demon was his offspring.
"This was your brilliant idea wasn't it? You know what it's like to be pure evil and you thought, 'Hey why not torture the truth out of her?' Well it isn't going to work fucker. " I leer at Dean, picking at the deepest sore spot I know of.
"Danica, you will tell me, even if I have to torture it out of you." He steps forward and I start laughing. Beginning as a giggle and then turning into full body spasms. He freezes, wondering what is so funny.
"Seriously? You are not the brightest bulb in the box, that's for damn sure. The scars are from torture you dipshit. I needed to be able to endure every kind of pain up here as well as in hell. Not one thing you can do could ever break me." I sneer as I sit back, forcing my eyes to return to normal.
"You mean Crowley caused all those?" Dean made a gesture towards all my scars, coloring fading from his face.
"Him and his cronies, ya. A couple are from hunters but mainly demons. Training and all that shit. Will you let me go now?" I attempted to calm down enough to do puppy eyes but Dean just laughed.
"No." He turned to the table beside him and began digging through a bag.
"Where's Sam? Does he even know what you are doing?!" I screamed in frustration and fought at the chains binding me to the chair.
"I sent him on some errands. So, no. Last he knew you were soundly sleeping in your room after I knocked you out." He didn't even turn around as he began to leave the room.
"Come on you can't leave me here!" My anger was beginning to boil, I was slowly losing control. Dean began to walk out of the room and I swiped my fingers through the air causing the exit to slam shut. He immediately drew a weapon and began looking around. I closed my eyes and concentrated, willing the chains that bound me to break. I heard a clank and opened my eyes. I stood and quickly walked out of the devils trap. Dean had thrown open the doors, leaving me alone in the room and had gone off in search for whoever it was that had shut them in.
I walked quietly towards the door and glanced down the hallway in both directions. There was no sign of him and I could barely hear him in the distance. I decided to head towards the exit as I realized that I had made a mistake in reaching out to them. They were breed and born hunters, of course they would want to kill me rather than help me. As I snuck up each hallway, I was continually pausing to make sure that he was still far away from me. I kept my breathing shallow but even and stayed near the walls. In a little under five minutes I was out and headed towards my car.
I reached under the wheel well and grabbed the spare key. I glanced behind me glad to see that Dean still hadn't discovered I was gone. Slipping behind the wheel, I started the car and took off. I didn't pay attention to where I was headed, I just continued driving until the sun began to set. Pulling into a diner parking, I parked. My heart still felt like it was trying to leap out of my chest. Crowley's voice was ringing in my ears.
I am your only family. Your father abandoned you and your mother died because of you.
I shook my head and reached into the dash. I was glad I had taken some of their credit cards and cash off of them. Grabbing my wallet and spare cell phone I head for the diner.
It was quaint and looked probably like most other diners across the US. There was a couple to my right quietly talking. An old man sat at the bar and the waitress was out back talking to the cook. I quickly slide into a seat where I could keep an eye out and an exit was close by. The waitress noticed me and began to waltz over with a huge smile and a menu.
"Hello Hun. What would'ya like to drink?" She smiled as she slides the menu towards me. I smile, quickly dropping my gaze.
"Water's fine. Thanks." I opened the menu and hoped she would just walk away. Luckily she took the hint.
Scanning the menu I quickly decide what I want. I slide my spare cell phone out of my pocket and turn it on. A new message pops up. I quickly open it and see that it's from Sam.
'Headed into town. Want anything?'
He must have sent it before he left hoping I would wake up and want to go with him. I put the phone down face first and try to decide which way to head.
"Here's your water darling. What else can I get for ya?" She smiles and taps her foot to some beat only she can hear.
"I'll take a hamburger with the works. Lots of onion and fries please." I smile as I hand her the menu and grab my phone. I act as if I am reading the most interesting thing of all time. She nods her head and dances over to the counter.
I shake my head and a smile begins to creep over my face. I only have my cell phone on me so I start to go through the numbers, curious to see who Sam programed into my phone. I hear the bell over the door jingle but don't bother to look up.
"Danica?!"