Bite to Remember

Warnings: Mentions of blood, threat of rape, violence, swearing, fighting

Hana's POV

I coughed and rubbed my arms against the cold. My combat boots scraped the chilly pavement. Shivering, I pulled Dean's flannel tighter around me. I could worry about the blood stains later. Once I'm safe. Away from that place.
And just like that, he ran through my mind. Dean. He must be worried sick.
Where's my damn phone?
I searched my pockets, but they must've taken it, because it wasn't there. A string of colorful words flowed out of my mouth freely.
Trembling more violently, I scanned the horizon. But all I saw was the puffs of smoke passing from my lips and… What the hell?
I squinted, just making out an old-looking box about 30 feet away. Cautiously, I crept forward. As I approached the box, I turned my nerves on to high alert. My fingers slowly curled around my mini flashlight from my belt and clicked it on.
I was utterly shocked.
It looked like an old-fashioned pay phone. Two sides of it were cracked and filthy, and the third was completely shattered. I hesitated.
Does this thing even work anymore?
Finally, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to try. Reaching down, I pulled my change from the coin purse in my left combat boot. My hands had a hard time gripping them. The tips of my fingers were turning blue.
Rubbing the sleeve of the flannel under my nose (and realizing that it was completely frozen), I slipped the quarters into the slot. Sending a silent prayer to whatever divine being was up there, I shakily put in the number and held the phone up to my frigid ear.
There was a moment of static over the phone until the first monotonous beep came through the phone. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. As I waited for Dean to pick up the phone, I eyed up the cobwebs and broken glass that coated the floor. A chill ran the length of my spine, and I couldn't tell if it was the temperature or the creepy phone booth.
"Hello?"
I jumped at the word. My brain frantically told me to run and hide, but I planted my feet on the ground.
And then I realized. It wasn't from outside. It was from the phone.
Tears of relief slipped down my cheeks, freezing there.
The voice came through the phone again, a bit less patient. "Hello? Who is this?"
Swallowing thickly, I choked out a single word. A word that sounded like heaven, nirvana. "Dean."
The response was immediate. "Hana? Hana, are you okay? Where are you?"
I sobbed into the phone, relief coursing through me. "I d-don't know. I got out. I'm on this c-creepy road using a p-pay phone."
The faint sound of Dean's keys jingling and him telling Sam to track the call came through. "Hang tight, princess. We're coming. Are you hurt?"
Finally getting my breathing under control, I stuttered out the answer. "Not t-too bad. Please h-hurry. It's too f-fucking c-c-cold."
A rumble came through the phone, and it took me a second to place where I'd heard it before. The Impala. "Alright, baby girl, we're coming. We'll be there as soon as you can. How are you hurt? Who took you? Where-"
I laughed slightly, then winced as it caused my teeth to clink together. "O-one question at a t-t-t-time. It-it's just some bruises and-d shallow c-cuts. They didn't try to f-feed on m-me. Th-they had a l-lot of p-people. It was t-t-terrible." I'd started crying again as the images flashed back into my head.
Dean must've heard me, because the tone of his voice changed. "Okay, angel. It's okay. It'll be over soon. We'll be there in about 10 minutes. You'll be fine, then we can go and save the others. Okay?"
I made a sound of acknowledgement, but I was sobbing too hard to form proper words. A snapping twig made me whirl and draw in a breath.
"Hana? Hana, what was that? What's wrong?"
My blood ran cold. "Th-that wasn't you?"
"Hana, go hide right-"
A force slammed into me from the side of the shattered glass. The wind was knocked out of my body as we smashed through the barely-intact window on the other side.
I grit my teeth to keep from crying out as a weight settled on my chest. Horror struck me as I took in the figure's face. It was one of the vampires. The one that had brought me in.
My head snapped to the side as he hit me across the face. I groaned in pain as the side of my face smacked against the ground.
"You bitch. You worthless slut!" he spit, hitting me over and over again. Blood was pooling in my mouth and pain blossoming all over my upper body. "I was going to spare you. Give you a sweeter deal. Now?" He smirked, and his teeth gleamed in the moonlight. "I can't wait to suck you dry."
Panic flooded through me. My hand grappled with a shard of glass that was tangled in the grass. Getting a grip on it just as he lunged forward, I swung my arm as fast and as hard as I could in my frozen state.
The sharp edge lodged in the back of his neck. An angry roar tore out of his mouth as he tumbled onto the ground beside me, yanking the shard out of his skin.
I scrambled to get up, but he grabbed my wrist and tugged me downward. I swore as the palm of my hand sliced on a lying piece of glass.
Damn karma.
I was slammed into the ground and teeth tore at my neck. A scream sounded from my parted lips.
"Shut up," the vamp growled, clamped his hand firmly over my mouth. I could feel the blood seeping out of me, along with all of my strength. I drifted in and out of consciousness a few times.
To my shock, he pulled away, wiping his mouth. "I'm full," he grumbled, like he'd wanted to see the light die in my eyes. Then he smirked. "You sure are sexy for a human."
His hands were creeping up my thighs. My eyes shot open.
No way in hell was I getting raped.
Gathering all of my remaining energy, I kneed him in the side. He grunted and buckled, falling forward onto me. "You bitch!" he snarled again, snatching a handful of my hair and yanking me down so he could bite into my neck again.
I weakly tried to fight him off, but it was no use. My energy was drained.
The screech of tires on the pavement gave me the energy to open my eyes. The vamp's eyes widened in panic, but it was too late. An infuriated Dean beheaded him in one graceful swoop.
The head dropped beside me and the decapitated body fell on me. Sam quickly moved forward to haul the body off me. Dean dropped to his knees and gathered me in his arms. "Hey, princess," he soothed softly, stroking my hair and looking me over.
As Dean maneuvered me into the front seat of the Impala, Sam was examining the body. I couldn't look without the bile rising in my throat.
Only when the Impala roared down the highway, away from that damned phone booth, did I feel safe. Dean reached over and pressed a rag to my neck.
"I've got you, baby. I've got you."
I cuddled into his side and sighed at the warmth.
Finally.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, princess?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down my back. I put my head on his shoulder, barely conscious enough to feel him kiss the crown of my head before slipping into darkness.