Dean and Sam had made their way in front of you, large bodies blocking you from any harm that could come from the front. They were like an intimating wall, scary, tall, and solid. You felt safe as they walked up to the door, knocked on it, and waited. You weren't visible to the woman who answered, or if you were all they could possibly see were your small legs from behind them.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice clinging on to a southern accent.
"Yes. Hi. This is my partner Agent Hamill, I'm Agent Ford." Both brothers fished out badges and flashed them for the woman to see. "We don't mean to alarm you. But recently there has been a string of robberies on your block. Do you mind if we come in and make sure your house is safe?" Dean lied expertly.
It almost made you a little nervous to talk to him. The words left him so smoothly, so perfectly that you were starting to wonder what else he lied about.
"I uh- sure." She was nervous and you could tell. She led the boys into her home, you still trailing close behind. "Our system is right here, and its usually always on."
"Thank you ma'am" Sam said, giving her a curt nod. You hugged the wall, walking down a hallway in search of the other members of the house quietly. You made quick work of the area you could, the bottom floor seemed to be clear, you couldn't find any traces of any large groups of people.
You sighed, making your way back to the boys. You turned, keeping your steps light on the ground so you couldn't be heard. You could hear Sam and Dean politely talking to the woman about her system, asking her questions as if they knew what they were talking about. You had a lot to learn, and your first step was going to be to lie as easily as Dean had.
A hand covered your mouth, pulling you to a chest. You attempted to scream, only to be met with another hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you in close to the man behind you. You couldn't see who, but it was apparent it was a man by the rather large build he had.
"Do you mind if I use your restroom?" You heard Sam ask, and grew ever more thankful that he was coming to find you.
"Yeah, first door on the right." The woman said, staying close to Dean.
You were being pulled up the stairs, feet kicking under you until another set of hands gripped your ankles tightly. You looked, eyes wide as you realized Stef was the one helping your unknown man hide you up stairs. You grew sad, no longer flailing about as they led you into a room.
The man never let go of you, but now that they weren't transporting you Stef let your feet fall to the ground. She never acknowledged you, never said anything, or even bothered to look you in the eyes. "Stef?" You tried to say, but your voice was muffled by the hand still wrapped around it.
"I know. You're shocked to see me. But I know you know what I am. You wouldn't be snooping around if you didn't." She laughed, "I can't believe you brought a hunter into my home!" She was pacing now, anger seeping out of her and thickening the room. "After all these years and I have to pretend nice with the two of you. I mean it was hard enough to get you to come. But then you practically parade around that you found hunters. And of course not just any hunters. The fucking Winchesters!"
"Babe calm down. We got her." Josh's voice vibrated through his chest as he spoke. You could feel it shake against your head. Tears were threatening to fall, but you kept them down. Your childhood best friend and her boyfriend were witches? Witches that wanted you dead?
"Yeah, but the fucking Winchesters are still downstairs blabbing on about shit to Coral." Stef chewed at her fingers nervously. She continued to pace in the small empty room, only able to take a few steps before she had to flip around and start over.
"I know. But we got her. So lets get it started." Josh's voice was calm and collected. He knew what he had to do, and apparently even Sam and Dean weren't going to stop him from doing it. It was Stef who was the nervous wreck. But she nodded at his words.
"You know, if you would have just died that night, in your parents bed room like you were supposed to. None of this would be happening. You'd be dead and the world would be right." She pointed a stern finger in your face, hovering just a few inches from you. Her voice was like cold acid lacing its way down your throat. The utter hatred in her eyes hurt, hurt more than any of the other attacks you had suffered recently.
"Stef go. I'll keep her quiet." Josh said, his voice slightly more firm this time. Stef spit in your face before leaving the room. "Its nothing personal really. Mainly business."
You felt numb and weak. You hadn't expected this curve-ball of events happening. Stef wasn't supposed to be the bad guy. The person you were supposed to put a bullet into.
A light bulb clicked above your head. You were armed, and no one seemed to notice. You could feel the no longer cold gun against your calf and knew it was still there, all you needed to do was get it. You let your hands rest at your sides. No longer were your fingers trying to pull at Josh's. Your mind raced at the things you could do to break free. You only had a few more moments before Stef was bound to return to the room, and who know what she would return with, or who.
You kicked, swiftly your foot hitting the front of Josh's shin. He grunted, but his grip on you only tightened. You kicked again, trying to aim higher, You forced your hand into a fist and elbowed him in the stomach. Again he grunted, but again he didn't lose his grip on you. You elbowed him again, and again, and again until he threw you on the floor and held your wrists with one of his hands. His knee pressing firmly into you back.
"Fucking bitch." He muttered. "This could have been so easy. So simple. Not anymore." He dug his knee into you until you whimpered under him.
But the loud thud of you being thrown onto the floor couldn't have gone unnoticed. It was just a matter of time before you would hear Sam running to your aid, hear them both firing off shots. But you didn't. Josh pressed your face harder into the carpet until the door opened and Stef entered the room again.
"Damnit Josh, could you be any louder?" Stef asked. You couldn't see, but you could hear her setting a few things on the floor to your left.
"The bitch started hitting me." Josh announced, and you once again started to try and break free. But He was stronger than you, much stronger. And it only hurt more every time you moved. You screamed now that he wasn't covering your mouth. A loud shriek that filled the room. Josh flipped you over, straddling you and pinning your arms above your head. He covered your mouth again, a fire in his eyes.
"If I could, I'd snap your neck right now." He added, pressing his hand harder against your mouth. He was covering your nose now, making it harder to breathe.
The door was kicked open, Sam had his gun pointed high until he saw that everyone was on the floor. "Let her go." His voice was deep, something you hadn't heard before, something that made you scared. His eyes were dark, you could see that from here. His jaw was tight, clenching in anger as he saw Josh on top of you.
You could hear the pop of Dean's gun from far away, Sam apparently was the signal to get things started. Stef jumped up, punching Sam in the jaw. She had caught him by surprise, he hadn't seen her behind him because she was sitting on the floor.
Josh laughed as Sam stumbled, holding his newly hurting face. She latched onto him, legs wrapped around his waist as she wailed more hits to his face. Sam dropped his gun, and Josh made sure to kick it to the other side of the room.
You could hear more fighting happening in the hall, could hear the grunts of Dean as he made contact with whoever was out there. You felt helpless. Laying on the floor with Josh on top of you. You tried to kick him, tried to raise your knee to the sweet spot between his legs, but you couldn't. You couldn't move. Every limb in your body felt like it was being weighed down with cement.
Sam was no longer fighting with Stef, his body pressed flatly to the wall. He struggled to break free, but like you he was stuck. His eyes met with yours, brief and full of want to help you. But both of you had your attention brought to the door.
Josh jumped off of you, standing a few feet away and slightly bowing. Dean was thrown into the room, only to be flung against his own wall. Blood was dripping from various cuts on his face, his knuckles bloodied.
"Finally. All mine again." A voice sounded from the door way, and suddenly you were swimming in a tub of ice as you heard the voice. If you weren't already immobilized, this would have done the trick. Your chest tightened, and everything seemed to go fuzzy around you as you held your breath.
Sam and Dean didn't know, they couldn't have. Other than his name they knew nothing about the man who entered the room now. He was tall, good looking, and wore a smirk that even Dean had used a few times. He looked perfect, just how you had remembered him before his violent outbursts.
"Peter?" You asked, craning your neck to try and see him better. You missed the angry look in both Sam and Dean's eyes, you missed the anger flaring up inside them as you spoke his name. You were too busy marveling at the man who hovered above you now. "But I-"
"Left me to rot in a jail cell. Yes, you did. But I couldn't stay in that god awful place. And I couldn't wait to see you again." He trailed a finger across your cheek. "I see you made some new friends though."
"No Peter, don't." You pleaded, watching as he turned to both Sam and Dean. "You want me take me. Leave them out of this." You tried to break free of your invisible force, unable to understand just what was holding you down. But nothing worked. No amount of straining your arms or kicking helped.
"Oh but what fun is that?" His eyes were on you again, shooting daggers through you. "Stef, is everything prepared?"
"What you going to preform one of your sick rituals on us. We'll pass." Dean spoke up finally, as if he had lost his voice until now.
"Not on you two. I have other plans for you." Peter bent down, again his hand reached out and touched your cheek gently. "But her? She deserves this."
"Peter please." You begged, whispering only to him.
"Ah, the last words you said to me." He closed his eyes as if remembering the time. A smile on his lips. "Y/N do you remember why you said those words to me?"
You gulped, of course you did. How could you forget. It was only a little while ago, only a few weeks into the past that it happened. And it still seemed as if it happened yesterday. You didn't answer though. You bit back the bile rising in you mouth as he trailed his hands down your arms.
"Well the good news is this time you wont interrupt me. I'll finally get to finish the spell." He licked his lips, ready to proceed. Stef cleared her throat and brought Peters attention back to the spell. He stepped over you, large boot hitting just next to your arm.
That's when the chanting begun. You didn't feel any different, just nervous as they grew louder. Dean and Sam both tried frantically to get free but you didn't, you just lay there breathing deep shallow breaths. "Y/N!" Sam yelled, he motioned to your leg, knowing you were still the only armed person in here. No one paid much mind to his yells, continuing on with their little ritual.
Dean saw Sam's gun at his feet and tried to kick it to himself. You struggled, and eventually felt the weights holding you down lifting. You moved so quickly your head went fuzzy. You raised the gun and pointed it to Peter's back, and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. You dropped the gun afterwards, the vibrations shooting through your fingers seemed like too much. The sound was piercing and your heart was racing.
Peter screamed out in pain, but he had broken the bonds holding the boys and Dean quickly picked up Sam's gun and fired a few shots, effectively killing Stef and Josh. You crawled to the corner, pressing your back against the wall behind you.
Peter lunged for you, clearing the gap in a few steps. He fell to his knees, hovering just above you. You watched as he dug two fingers into the bullet wound you had created. He raised his bloodied fingers to your temple and drew on your face. Blood dripped its way down your face as he uttered a few words, words you didn't understand. And then he laughed, evil, low, and his eyes never left yours.
Bang
You watched as Peter took his last breath. Watched as blood rose in his mouth and fell around his lips. He dropped in a heap between your legs, blood pooling around him. Sam stood, the gun still pointed directly at you.
You breathed in deep, feeling relieved at what had just happened before you. You blinked, and everything seemed to be slowing. Claire entered the room now, but you didn't have enough time to scream to warn Sam. Dean fell to his knees in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. He ignored his brother completely for a moment, but you couldn't hear the words leaving his moving mouth.
You tried to raise your hand, to show Dean where his attention was needed but he kept yelling at you. Nothing. Sam fell to the floor, Claire no longer being the only one fighting him. Dean jumped to his feet and helped Sam, but Sam wasn't even fighting. He lay on the ground, eyes fixed on you as Claire repeatedly punched him.
He was yelling now, but like Dean you couldn't hear what he was saying. Sam pushed Claire off of himself and crawled to you. His hands pressed against your stomach and you felt shooting white hot pain rise inside you. And like he had pushed the fast forward button things sped up.
Suddenly you were filled with sounds, Dean yelling at Sam to help, Sam yelling your name over and over again. The sounds of the women fighting Dean chanting. Dean shooting them. It all was too much. You brought your own hands to your stomach and saw the blood staining your fingers. "Wha-?"
"Sam I need your help here!" Dean yelled, but again Sam ignored him.
Sam was crying, "I'm so sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry."
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, fighting off a man this time. "Damnit get to you fucking feet and help me!" But he didn't Sam stayed at your side, repeating how sorry he was for shooting you.
"Son of a bitch." Dean said, running towards you. "Pick her up. There is too many." Sam did as he was told, carrying you in his arms and out the door as Dean fired round after round until he had to switch guns.
You were outside of the house, Sam running to the car with Dean following behind. Sam joined you in the back seat, applying pressure to your wound as Dean drove away quickly. "Really Sam? I had a coven of witches attacking me and nothing?"
"I shot her." Sam's words were quiet, laced with self hatred and sadness. He still held you tightly, blood coating his sleeves.
"I KNOW!" Dean slammed a hand against the steering wheel. "But you help your brother kill them all before we all get killed." Dean's voice was loud, you could feel it shaking you to your core.
"Dean, I shot her." Sam was crying again, tears streaming down his face and on to you.
"Sam. Relax. We're going to get her help." Dean's voice was softer now, he looked around, drinking in you and the blood pouring from you.