When you awoke (which surprised you), you found yourself in a large living room in what seemed to be a rather large house. You attempted to sit up only to have Sam rush over and gently push you back down.
"Take it easy. Pretty sure you have a concussion." He told you softly.
"Gave us quite the scare, running off like that." Dean came in, he looked furious. "You could have gotten yourself killed. Hell if we hadn't have found you when we did you would have been!"
"Well at least I wouldn't be getting grilled right now. Oh wait maybe I would." You replied sarcastically.
Both Sam and Dean smiled a little at that before going back to being serious again.
"Are those ours?" Sam pointed at the top and jacket you were wearing.
"Erm maybe." You blushed a little.
"Don't ever scare us like that again. Do you have any idea what we went through trying to find you?" Dean now stood in front of you.
"I didn't think you cared." You looked down. "That much." You practically whispered.
"Of course we care. You're our baby sister." Sam rubbed your leg reassuringly.
"I'm not a baby." You scolded.
"Could have fooled me, that old lady knocked you out pretty easily." Dean laughed.
You rolled your eyes. "Lecture over?"
"No. No more going off on your own. Don't make me handcuff you to one of us." Dean threatened.
"Fine. I won't go anywhere without my overprotective bodyguards." You raised your hands in submission.
Dean sighed, shook his head and left the room.
"We were very worried you know." Sam gave you his puppy look.
"I don't want either of you getting hurt because of me." You replied reluctantly.
"We get hurt a lot. It's part of the job. We don't want you to get hurt either which is why we need to stick together to watch one anothers backs."
You nod your head in agreement and look around. "Where are we?"
"An old hunting buddy of ours is out of the country for a while and he offered the place to us for as long as we need it."
"I thought we couldn't stay in one place for long or the demons would find us."
"This place is warded against demons and ghosts plus there's an arsenal down in the cellar at our disposal so we're safe. At least for a while."
"It also means we have warm and comfy beds to sleep in, hot showers and decent food to cook." Dean commented as he walked back into the room carrying three plates of food.
He handed one to Sam then handed one to you after you sat yourself up before sitting down on the other sofa to eat his. You were hungry and cleaned your plate in record time leaving both guys looking at you a little surprised.
"Hey, where's Cas?" You asked curiously.
"He had angel stuff to do." Dean replied while giving Sam a knowing look.
You thought nothing more of it and carefully got up to take your empty plate into the kitchen. Sam made to help you but you waved him off and strode into the kitchen. You could feel the pair of them watching you like hawks.
The kitchen was quite big and looked like something put of a showroom. This buddy of your brothers knew how to live. You washed your plate and cutlery in the sink before looking for a glass to get a drink of water with.
S + D POV
"Do you think she'll run again?" Sam asked barely above a whisper.
"If she's anything like you, yeah." Dean retorted sarcastically.
Sam gave him his best bitch face.
"We'll just have to keep an eye on her and if need be cuff her to one of us." Dean was serious.
"I guess I'll take first watch then. Why don't you see if Cas has found out anymore info." Sam stood up and took Deans empty plate and his own into the kitchen.
Your POV
You had just drank a glass of water when Sams sudden appearance in the kitchen made you jump.
"Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump. You ok?"
"Yeah, just didn't hear you is all." You replied nervously.
"Wanna watch a film?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" You replied.
"Well there's a big collection of DVDs in the living room so pick one you want to watch. Just not a chick flick."
"Haha ok. I think I'll go for a shower first though. If that's ok with you?" You hadn't meant to sound mean but Sam seemed to have brushed it off regardless.
"Yeah I'll show you where the showers are."
He led you upstairs, along a hallway and stopped outside a dark door.
"Everything you need is in there. Towels, soap, shampoo and some clean clothes. I hope they fit you ok. I'll be here if you need me."
"What on earth could happen to me in a shower?" You asked a little irritated.
Sam was lost for words and his cheeks went pink.
"You think I'm going to run again?"
Sam didn't answer but he didn't need to. You knew that's what he was thinking and it instantly wound you up. You stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you in frustration.
You spent a good half hour in the bathroom, mostly standing beneath the warm shower. You were hurt they didn't trust you but at the same time knew they had every right not to. You had given them the slip and almost got yourself killed. Then you had snapped at Sam when he was only trying to help. You dried yourself off, put on the clean clothes that had been left for you and headed back downstairs where Sam was sat reading a magazine.
"What took you so long?" Sam asked slightly bewildered.
"Oh I met an old friend and had a catch up." You joked.
Sam suppressed a laugh and offered to make you a hot chocolate. After a few minutes he came back into the living room and handed you a delicious smelling hot chocolate with little marshmallows on top. Just the way you liked it.
You chose a DVD to watch and placed it in the player before settling down on the sofa. Sam sat on the other one.
About half way through the film Sam had fallen asleep. You quietly placed your cup on the coffee table when your phone started to buzz. You answered it quietly hoping you wouldn't wake up your sleeping brother. It was your best friend calling to see if you would go round for a bit. You looked over at Sam and decided it wouldn't hurt to nip out for a bit. You could probably get back before he woke up. You quietly put on your jacket and shoes, grabbed a set of car keys and slipped out the house.
You pulled up just outside your friends house. You had 'borrowed' one of the cars that were left on the drive belonging to your brothers buddy and drove just over 20 minutes to see your friend.
"Y/N!" Your friend squealed when she opened her front door to you.
"Hey. You called." You laughed.
"Come in, take a seat. It's so good to see you again."
You went inside and made yourself comfy as you always used to. Your friend closed the front door and sat opposite you.
"I heard about what happened to your family. I'm so sorry. Everyone thought at first you had died too until the police reported only two bodies." Your friend explained sadly.
You both began chatting way like the good old days. You hadn't once mentioned your brothers or that you even had brothers. You hadn't even noticed the time until there was a knock at the door. Your friend got up quickly and answered the door.
You were about to ask her who it was when she suddenly fell backwards into the room, bleeding profusely from where her throat had been cut.
"No!" You screamed and shot to her side.
"Got you now!" The demon from the hotel barged through the door, bloody knife in hand and charged straight towards you.
You darted across the room and grabbed the knife from your bag that you had taken from your brothers. The demon sneered and lunged at you again his knife slashing at thin air. He slashed at you again, you dodging carefully before landing a well aimed blow at his leg. He yelled out in pain and backhanded you across the room.
You lay on your back trying to focus, black spots dancing in front of you. You forced yourself to get up despite hurting all over and dove for your knife which lay a few feet away. The demon flipped you onto your back just as you were about to grab it. He stood over you, eyes black. You stretched out your right arm, fumbling for your knife. The demon laughed and plunged his knife into your left side with one swift movement, then mercilessly pulled it out again.
Pain flashed through you and you gasped for air. Never had you felt pain like it before.
You fumbled carelessly for your knife once more and just as the demon leaned over you again, grabbed hold of it tightly and stabbed him in the chest. An orange light flashed inside him before he dropped to the floor beside you.
You placed your right hand over your wound and pressed in an attempt to slow the bleeding but it caused another intense wave of pain to wash over you. You wanted to get up and leave in case anymore demons arrived, but each little movement you made only increased the little black dots in your vision and more waves of pain. As you lay in a pool of your own blood you suddenly realised leaving Sam and coming alone was a very bad idea and wished you could apologise.
"Cas. Help." You murmured before submitting to complete darkness.