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Then:“Well there is no point in getting worked up about it right now. It’s late and you boys need sleep. Go up stairs... I’ll watch her to see if she wakes up.” Both boys were about to argue before Bobby butted in again.
“Don’t bother arguing with me you idjits. Now go.”

Chapter Eleven:

Now:

Your eyes peeled open as you quietly stretched your stiff muscles.
“I had the worst nightmare, Kay-“ You eyes got a little larger as you looked around an unknown room. You were lying on a bed next to a window, which had sunlight pouring in through the curtains. Your head whipped to face a doorway as a tall man with short light brown hair, and beautiful green eyes came walking in the room. He was easy on the eyes but if he was a kidnapper then you were willing to mess up that handsome face.
“Oh, hey, your awake… How are you feeling?” he asked as he gulped down some beer. Your eyes narrowed as they darted around the room. You saw a knife on the desk. You didn’t however keep you eyes on it, that way it didn’t look suspicious. In a split second you leapt off the bed and managed to reach the knife before the man could take a step. You raised it defensively and he quickly held up his hands in surrender.
“Whoa, take it easy princess. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You scoffed as you started to make your way to the other opening, never taking your eyes off the man.
“Where am I? Who are you?” He took a step closer to you so you quickly raised the knife in a more threatening manner.
“Look princess, my name is Dean, and we are trying to protect you, now put the knife down.” You weren’t buying it.
“I don’t believe you. Protecting me from what?” You were two too three steps away from passing through the archway.
“I’ll explain everything if you just sit do-“ Just as your turned around to make a run for it, your face collided with a solid wall of muscle. You squeaked in surprise as the man grabbed your hand that held the knife and quickly removed it.

Panic washed over you as you punched his chest.
“Let me go!”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down, we aren’t trying to hurt you! Just calm down.” You stopped struggling as you looked up at him. He was TALL. You only came up to about mid chest. He had medium length brown hair, and very deep brown eyes, not like a dark brown, more like, he was a very thoughtful person, kind of deep. He still held your hand tightly as he bent his head to look into your (E/C) eyes.
“Please. We are going to explain everything. You just have to let us. “ He gave these super adorable puppy eyes that practically made your heart melt! Slowly you looked away and bit your lip, nodding.

He gently led you back to the day bed where you woke up. As you sat down you looked at the two men.
“Well? Explain.” The amount of sass in just those three words was amazing, especially coming from you. Dean kind of snorted in amusement as Sam went to join him.
“What do you remember from yesterday?” The tall one asked.
“Nothing, just a nightma-“
“Hate to break it to you princess, but that wasn’t a nightmare… Look, you were tortured by demons.-“ Your mouth became agape as you looked between the both of them.
“Wait, so that wasn’t a… He wasn’t a nightmare? Then you’re both actually Sammy and Dean? I remember in my drea- or uh… Memory?.......But then… Why am I not all cut up? You said it was yesterday, right?” You looked between both of them again completely baffled.
“Well we were hoping you would remember everything thing that way we could skip right to this… What are you?” your brows knit together in more confusion.

None of this is making sense! So I was actually tortured yesterday by demons… That’s what they said… Yellow eyes… He was… He was the one who tortured me! I remember now!

“I remember now, everything! I-I remember them possessing my friend and using her to get me out to a warehouse where they ambushed me. Th-then I woke up chained in a room somewhere… My friend… Well the demon possessing her started to talk to me about archangels and stuff… When I couldn’t answer what she wanted to know, she had some other demons drag me to a room... He- He did it. He was the one who tortured me…” Tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you remembered the pain of it.

Sam moved over to you and knelt down in front of you, gently resting his hand on your arm.
“Who? Who was the one who tortured you?” As you dragged your eyes from the floor where they were previously staring, up to his eyes, you shakily breathed in.
“I don’t know his name, but he has yellow eyes. Much like how the demons had black eyes, except he had yellow.” Sam’s eyes widened as he whipped his head to look at Dean, who also had wide eyes.
“You mean, Azazel?!” Dean quickly moved closer to you, which made your heart rate increase.
“How do you know, him?!” Dean asked slight anger seeping in his voice.
“Well beside him torturing me? He killed my parents when I was young. He told me that my father was taking my mother and I to help a friend of his… I think his name was… Uh… Winchester? John Winchester? My dad was a “hunter” or something like that?.. He also said that if my father wasn’t helping this Winchester man, than he and my mother would still be alive.” You bit your lip gently as you kept the tears for this memory at bay. Now wasn’t the time to look weak about old memories.

“Your father knew our father?” Dean questioned.
“So you’re father was a hunter?.... What’s your name?”
“(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N).” Sam’s eyebrows shot up
“(L/N)?” He questioned. As you nodded he turned to Dean.
“I remember seeing her last name in dad’s journal. He did talk about how they were supposed to come over, but the next day he had heard about there car crash.”
“So what? He forgot they had a small child?” Dean asks as he looked at you. Sam shrugs.
“No offense, but dad can’t exactly go bring a small child home, especially since he was never home to begin with. Besides would you want her to have grown up like us?” Sam looked at you and sadly smiled.
“You’re right. Well what do we do with her?”
“I- I have to return to college. My roommate is probably worried sick. I didn’t tell her I was leaving… a-and I’m not the type to up and disappear.”

They seemed to mull it over as the moved into the archway and began to quietly whisper. It wasn’t long before they turned to you both had furrowed brows… Again. It was Dean who spoke.
“What exactly did they want you to answer?” It took a moment to think about it.
“Well… They wanted to know who my “mate” was… They-They said that I was a mate to an angel.” Both boys’ eyes widened as they looked at each other.
“Angels don’t exist though. Goblins, Vampires, Werewolves, they exist! Angels however don’t!” Dean seemed shocked and angry that you would even say such a thing.
“That’s what I thought. I didn’t know demons actually existed. I thought they were just metaphorical and then perhaps those murderous people who you can’t forgive, but not actually exist!”
“Dean, if they think that angels exist and she knows something about them, then she will not be safe… We can’t let her go.” Sam spoke as he stood there with his arm crossed as one was raised under his chin.
“Wait, so I can’t go back to school?” You asked, slightly crushed that you wouldn’t be able to finish your studies.
“I wouldn’t suggest it, princess. Unless you want to possibly be kidnapped again.” A solemn headshake was your only reply. Who would want to be kidnapped again?
“So what do you suggest I do in the meantime?” It’s not like you had any family you could go with.
“She could stay ‘ere.” You looked over to see a man in his mid 50’s standing there. He had a beard and a baseball cap accompanied by jeans, shirt, hunting vest and dirty work boots.
“Are you sure, Bobby?” Sam asked.
“Kids, got no where to go, yeah? I mean I ain’t no charity house, but can’t really turn her away right now.” A thoughtful smile graced your lips at this man’s kindness.

Everyone was mulling it over as you sat there thinking. However you still didn’t understand what it was they did and you were contemplating asking them… Just as you worked up the nerve to ask them, Dean spoke up.
“Well, I’m getting hungry! So what do you have here, Bobby?” Bobby looked over at him from the desk he was now sitting on, with an annoyed look.
“A freaking buffet. What do you think I have?” A tiny smile crept onto your lips at this guys sass.
“Okay, sorry. Geez… Well, come on Sammy, let’s go get some burgers.” Dean was slipping on a brown leather jacket as Sam shook his head.
“I need to read up on something. Go by yourself.” An idea popped in your head as you stood up.
“May I come? I- I need some fresh air… Please?” Everyone looked at you as a blush crept over your ears all the way to your cheeks. Dean was a little surprised but shrugged.
“Uh… Sure.” You nodded and walked out the door behind him.

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Then:“Well there is no point in getting worked up about it right now. It’s late and you boys need sleep. Go up stairs... I’ll watch her to see if she wakes up.” Both boys were about to argue before Bobby butted in again.
“Don’t bother arguing with me you idjits. Now go.”

Chapter Eleven:

Now:

Your eyes peeled open as you quietly stretched your stiff muscles.
“I had the worst nightmare, Kay-“ You eyes got a little larger as you looked around an unknown room. You were lying on a bed next to a window, which had sunlight pouring in through the curtains. Your head whipped to face a doorway as a tall man with short light brown hair, and beautiful green eyes came walking in the room. He was easy on the eyes but if he was a kidnapper then you were willing to mess up that handsome face.
“Oh, hey, your awake… How are you feeling?” he asked as he gulped down some beer. Your eyes narrowed as they darted around the room. You saw a knife on the desk. You didn’t however keep you eyes on it, that way it didn’t look suspicious. In a split second you leapt off the bed and managed to reach the knife before the man could take a step. You raised it defensively and he quickly held up his hands in surrender.
“Whoa, take it easy princess. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You scoffed as you started to make your way to the other opening, never taking your eyes off the man.
“Where am I? Who are you?” He took a step closer to you so you quickly raised the knife in a more threatening manner.
“Look princess, my name is Dean, and we are trying to protect you, now put the knife down.” You weren’t buying it.
“I don’t believe you. Protecting me from what?” You were two too three steps away from passing through the archway.
“I’ll explain everything if you just sit do-“ Just as your turned around to make a run for it, your face collided with a solid wall of muscle. You squeaked in surprise as the man grabbed your hand that held the knife and quickly removed it.

Panic washed over you as you punched his chest.
“Let me go!”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down, we aren’t trying to hurt you! Just calm down.” You stopped struggling as you looked up at him. He was TALL. You only came up to about mid chest. He had medium length brown hair, and very deep brown eyes, not like a dark brown, more like, he was a very thoughtful person, kind of deep. He still held your hand tightly as he bent his head to look into your (E/C) eyes.
“Please. We are going to explain everything. You just have to let us. “ He gave these super adorable puppy eyes that practically made your heart melt! Slowly you looked away and bit your lip, nodding.

He gently led you back to the day bed where you woke up. As you sat down you looked at the two men.
“Well? Explain.” The amount of sass in just those three words was amazing, especially coming from you. Dean kind of snorted in amusement as Sam went to join him.
“What do you remember from yesterday?” The tall one asked.
“Nothing, just a nightma-“
“Hate to break it to you princess, but that wasn’t a nightmare… Look, you were tortured by demons.-“ Your mouth became agape as you looked between the both of them.
“Wait, so that wasn’t a… He wasn’t a nightmare? Then you’re both actually Sammy and Dean? I remember in my drea- or uh… Memory?.......But then… Why am I not all cut up? You said it was yesterday, right?” You looked between both of them again completely baffled.
“Well we were hoping you would remember everything thing that way we could skip right to this… What are you?” your brows knit together in more confusion.

None of this is making sense! So I was actually tortured yesterday by demons… That’s what they said… Yellow eyes… He was… He was the one who tortured me! I remember now!

“I remember now, everything! I-I remember them possessing my friend and using her to get me out to a warehouse where they ambushed me. Th-then I woke up chained in a room somewhere… My friend… Well the demon possessing her started to talk to me about archangels and stuff… When I couldn’t answer what she wanted to know, she had some other demons drag me to a room... He- He did it. He was the one who tortured me…” Tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you remembered the pain of it.

Sam moved over to you and knelt down in front of you, gently resting his hand on your arm.
“Who? Who was the one who tortured you?” As you dragged your eyes from the floor where they were previously staring, up to his eyes, you shakily breathed in.
“I don’t know his name, but he has yellow eyes. Much like how the demons had black eyes, except he had yellow.” Sam’s eyes widened as he whipped his head to look at Dean, who also had wide eyes.
“You mean, Azazel?!” Dean quickly moved closer to you, which made your heart rate increase.
“How do you know, him?!” Dean asked slight anger seeping in his voice.
“Well beside him torturing me? He killed my parents when I was young. He told me that my father was taking my mother and I to help a friend of his… I think his name was… Uh… Winchester? John Winchester? My dad was a “hunter” or something like that?.. He also said that if my father wasn’t helping this Winchester man, than he and my mother would still be alive.” You bit your lip gently as you kept the tears for this memory at bay. Now wasn’t the time to look weak about old memories.

“Your father knew our father?” Dean questioned.
“So you’re father was a hunter?.... What’s your name?”
“(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N).” Sam’s eyebrows shot up
“(L/N)?” He questioned. As you nodded he turned to Dean.
“I remember seeing her last name in dad’s journal. He did talk about how they were supposed to come over, but the next day he had heard about there car crash.”
“So what? He forgot they had a small child?” Dean asks as he looked at you. Sam shrugs.
“No offense, but dad can’t exactly go bring a small child home, especially since he was never home to begin with. Besides would you want her to have grown up like us?” Sam looked at you and sadly smiled.
“You’re right. Well what do we do with her?”
“I- I have to return to college. My roommate is probably worried sick. I didn’t tell her I was leaving… a-and I’m not the type to up and disappear.”

They seemed to mull it over as the moved into the archway and began to quietly whisper. It wasn’t long before they turned to you both had furrowed brows… Again. It was Dean who spoke.
“What exactly did they want you to answer?” It took a moment to think about it.
“Well… They wanted to know who my “mate” was… They-They said that I was a mate to an angel.” Both boys’ eyes widened as they looked at each other.
“Angels don’t exist though. Goblins, Vampires, Werewolves, they exist! Angels however don’t!” Dean seemed shocked and angry that you would even say such a thing.
“That’s what I thought. I didn’t know demons actually existed. I thought they were just metaphorical and then perhaps those murderous people who you can’t forgive, but not actually exist!”
“Dean, if they think that angels exist and she knows something about them, then she will not be safe… We can’t let her go.” Sam spoke as he stood there with his arm crossed as one was raised under his chin.
“Wait, so I can’t go back to school?” You asked, slightly crushed that you wouldn’t be able to finish your studies.
“I wouldn’t suggest it, princess. Unless you want to possibly be kidnapped again.” A solemn headshake was your only reply. Who would want to be kidnapped again?
“So what do you suggest I do in the meantime?” It’s not like you had any family you could go with.
“She could stay ‘ere.” You looked over to see a man in his mid 50’s standing there. He had a beard and a baseball cap accompanied by jeans, shirt, hunting vest and dirty work boots.
“Are you sure, Bobby?” Sam asked.
“Kids, got no where to go, yeah? I mean I ain’t no charity house, but can’t really turn her away right now.” A thoughtful smile graced your lips at this man’s kindness.

Everyone was mulling it over as you sat there thinking. However you still didn’t understand what it was they did and you were contemplating asking them… Just as you worked up the nerve to ask them, Dean spoke up.
“Well, I’m getting hungry! So what do you have here, Bobby?” Bobby looked over at him from the desk he was now sitting on, with an annoyed look.
“A freaking buffet. What do you think I have?” A tiny smile crept onto your lips at this guys sass.
“Okay, sorry. Geez… Well, come on Sammy, let’s go get some burgers.” Dean was slipping on a brown leather jacket as Sam shook his head.
“I need to read up on something. Go by yourself.” An idea popped in your head as you stood up.
“May I come? I- I need some fresh air… Please?” Everyone looked at you as a blush crept over your ears all the way to your cheeks. Dean was a little surprised but shrugged.
“Uh… Sure.” You nodded and walked out the door behind him.