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: Mention of torture, swearing
A/N: part 1 part 2 This is probably going to be the last part, but that depends on whether or not I et more inspiration. So sorry this took so long, I was on vacation :( Hopefully updates will be more regular again soon. Please send in requests, I have none in my inbox right now
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You woke with a start, throwing yourself out of the surprisingly comfortable bed you had been laying in. You immediately winced, falling backwards onto the bed, pain shooting through your chest.
You waited a few minutes, until the pain subsided, before trying to stand again, more slowly this time. You managed to stand at last, shuffling slowly to the door, apprehension constricting your chest.
You grabbed the nearest item to you that could function as a weapon, a pen, and you couldn't help but wonder where they had placed you. You held the pen in front of you defensively as you slowly pushed the door open. You knew that it wouldn't be able to stop anyone, but it still felt reassuring to be in control of something.
You stepped out into a brightly lit hallway that seemed vaguely familiar, though that may have just been your imagination. You turned left, staying close to the wall as you inched down the hall, your face scrunched in concentration as you struggled to keep from crying out.
You made it about five hundred feet before you came to another intersection, going left once again. You saw no one, and with every minute that the hall remained empty your heart rate sped up.
You tugged nervously on the bandage on your wrist as you turned into yet another empty corridor. You clicked the pen, rendering it more effective as a weapon, holding it at the ready for an attack. As you walked the halls, your mind wandered back to the events of what had occurred before you had blacked out.
You remembered being with Dean, the Leviathans torturing you for information about Cas, and, lastly, the feeling of blood seeping through your shirt, hopelessness filling you. You were wrenched from your memories by footsteps down the hall from you.
You pushed yourself against the wall, pen held firmly in your grasp, as the footsteps approached you. You tensed as feet came into view, throwing yourself towards the person, shrieking.
You were restrained by a pair of strong arms as your screaming intensified.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh, it's okay, Y/N," a deep voice reassured you. You stiffened, realization flooding you as you recognized the tanned arms encircling you.
"Dean?" You breathed, barely allowing yourself to hope as you turned in his arms, your breath leaving you in a sigh when you recognized the green eyes staring into your own. "What happened?" You questioned him wearily.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered, his emerald eyes sparkling with tears, "There was so much blood, and you weren't waking up, but then Cas showed up, and he got us out of there. But Sammy managed to patch you up, thank god." He managed to get out, speaking a mile-a-minute.
"Slow down," you said, a small smile gracing your face, "how long was I out?"
"About a week, I was so worried about you."
"I'm fine, are you okay?" You questioned him, your brow furrowing with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm not the one who was tortured by Dick and his buddies," Dean intoned, his face filling with anger at the thought of you being harmed.
"i'm fine" You reassured him again, placing a hand on his arm. He pulled you in for another hug, burying his face in your Y/H/C hair. You smiled, finally feeling safe in his arms, free from the Hell you had endured.