Request: Can you so a os where y/n is hunting demons with the guys and is dating dean? The demon's catch them and beat Y/N (not to death, but really badly) and they make Dean watch (he gets really pissed off).

Warnings: Torture, swearing

A/N: Sorry it took so long :/ I was out of commission for a week. Anyway, Part 1 here This is really short, I'm sorry. I will probably do a part 3 this week, do not fear, this is not the end :)

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You bit back a scream as the you felt the cool metal of a blade against your arm, struggling against your bonds in vain.

"Don't you touch her you son of a bitch," Dean spat out next to you. You craned your head to the side, trying to meet his gaze. "I don't know where the hell he is."

"What a shame I don't believe you then," Dick crooned, seconds before the knife sliced your skin. You gasped at the jolt of pain, tears welling in your eyes. You distantly heard Dean growl, and you tried to hide your pain so as not to scare him.

"Now, let's try this again," the Leviathan said, moving the blade to your other arm. "Where is Castiel?"

"You know better than I do," Dean managed to choke through gritted teeth.

"Shame," Dick said, making an identical incision on your other arm. "And I'm losing my patience, too. Pretty soon I won't be as amicable with your little plaything as I have been.

"Now, I'm going to give you one last chance, because I'm such a kind spirit. Where," he paused, readjusting the knife to place it inches from your stomach, "Is the angel?"

"He disappeared," Dean shouted, desperation evident in his voice, "He hasn't made any contact!"

"Uh oh!" Dick laughed, "Wrong answer." With a manic grin he plunged the blade into your torso, its silvery incandescence covered by the ruby of your blood. You gasped, but more out of shock than pain, as you felt nothing but astonishment and detached fear looking at the blade jutting out of your body.

Your head collapsed back onto the chair, lolling to the side where Dean was watching, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks. You dimly registered Dick walking out of the room, muttering something about a new target as a new Leviathan entered through the same door.

You didn't move as your bonds were released and you were thrown to the floor as the creature wheeled the chair out of the room.

You were now at eye level with Dean, and you were take aback by the raw agony in his emerald eyes. He pulled you towards him, speechless. He carefully pulled your head onto his lap, your Y/H/C hair strewn across the ground.

You smiled up at him, unable to help yourself facing his bottomless compassion. You opened your mouth to comfort him, to try to fix this broken angel, but instead blood came bubbling out o your mouth, and you knew what would happen next.

You resolved to let it happen as you grasped Dean's much larger hand in your own, your grip considerably weaker than it would normally have been.

You closed your eyes, accepting the inevitable, knowing that it would all end soon. A single tear slipped down your face at the thought of the life you could have had with Dean, a now forgotten dream of walking down the aisle in a white dress, so different from your usual attire, and seeing him at the end of it, a smile lighting his usually somber features. And, someday, of tall Y/H/C haired children with candy apple green eyes looking back at you. You now knew that none of this was possible, just a long-forgotten fantasy of a deluded hunter.

TO BE CONTINUED