"Where is he?" Sam asked you, gripping your arms tightly, his urgency for finding his brother making his grip harder than normal.

You pointed down the hallway. "My room. He shattered my door." You said between your teeth chattering. Sam nodded, looking between you and the hallway, his eyes indecisive. You knew he wanted to leave you standing there, and try to trap his brother, but his heroic side of him wanted him to stay and keep you out of harms way.

"Go." You said quietly, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let you go. Instead he looked down at you, chewing on the bottom of his lip as he thought.

"Come with me." He told you, shocking you. "This way I know where you are, and that you're safe."

You nodded, not wanting to be alone, but at the same time not wanting to head into the battle that you knew would happen. Sam didn't give you much choice, he pulled you behind him, his hand holding the Demon killing knife out in front of him as he slowly and quietly walked down the hallway. You mutely followed along, your body shivering in fear, so hard that you feared someone could hear your bones rattling.

"Cas is coming, we just need to hold off until we have his help." Sam whispered, trying to calm you down, and it worked a little bit. But you knew that Cas was missing his grace, so he would be powerless against Dean.

Sam stopped at a corner, his back against the wall, and you followed suit. He slowly leaned around the corner, checking to see if it was empty. It was, and he gestured for you to follow him. The two of you stayed that way, checking each new hallway for Dean, as you headed straight for your room. The silence was deafening, Dean shouldn't be this quiet. Something was wrong.

Sam had you stand close against the wall, as he peeked through the ruined door, his shoulders slumping in defeat when he noticed the room was empty. As he turned to face you, you watched his face go from confused to concerned, and what you thought was scared, an emotion you didn't often see on Sam's face.

Before you could ask him what was wrong, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against a warm, unyielding body. A knife was pressed against your throat, and for a moment all you could think about was the fact that Dean had switched his hammer out for one of the knives in your room.

"Dean, let her go." Sam said, his voice extremely calm for the situation. "She has nothing to do with this. Let her go and deal with me."

Dean's grip tightened on you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you go. You stood as still as a statue, afraid that the slightest move on your part would have that knife sliding into your skin.

"But I don't want to let her go. I've changed my plan. I think I will kill her first, in front of you, then after your nice and emotionally worked up, I will come after you. Because there is just enough Demon left in me, that makes killing my own brother and girlfriend easy."

You let out a whimper, as Dean slid the knife away from your neck, down your collarbone, before twisting it and pressing the tip against your chest, right above your heart.

"What do you think Sam? Should I kill her nice and quick, plunging the blade into her plump chest? Or should I take me time, drawing all over her body, leaving enough gashes that she will slowly bleed out." He said, his voice low and deep as the knife followed his words, slicing the skin above your shirt. You held in the tears, afraid any sort of movement or sound would bring the knife farther into your skin.

"Damn it Dean, don't do it. She's already been through enough. If you're going to torture anyone, torture me!" He yelled.

You felt, rather than heard Dean's deep chuckle from behind you. "Sammy don't you see? I'm torturing both of you at the same time. It's perfect really." He said, the knife still digging into your skin.

You heard Sam groan, no doubt in frustration that he was helpless, that he could only stand there and watch as Dean made you bleed. "We will cure you, and when your free, you are going to regret this so much. Please stop before you make it worse." Sam begged.

You felt Dean stiffen, before you heard a new voice in the mixture behind you. "Dean, let her go, drop the knife. I've got you."

Dean growled, an inhuman growl that scared you almost more than the knife still pressed against you, however this time lower, closer to your stomach.

"Alright Cas, I will let her go." Dean promised, his voice strangely happy. Before you could contemplate too much, you felt the steel of the knife slide in, past your shirt, through your skin, burning deep inside you.

Dimly you heard Sam yell at Dean, but you were too immersed in the burning pain in your abdomen. You felt Dean's arm release you, and with nothing holding you up, you felt yourself fall the ground, your knees jarring as they hit the hard tiled floor.

"Y/N!" Sam yelled, as you glanced down where the knife was still protruding, your shirt turning dark around it. Pressing your hand next to the knife, you stared in shock as your white hand came back red.

"Cas, get him to the dungeon, quick!" Sam ordered, before dropping to his knees beside you. You tilted your head to look at him. "God Y/N, I'm so sorry" he kept whispering, while he pulled the knife out of your skin, and you moaned.

He took off his over shirt, and placed it against your wound. Picking you up, he carried you down the hall, past your broken doorway, kicking open another door, and in your pain induced haze, you noticed you were now in Sam's room. He placed you on the bed, before rushing around his room, gathering up his first aid kit.

As he sat next to you, you placed a hand on his arm. "Dean." You said weakly.

"He can't hurt you again. Cas has his grace back, he has him controlled." Sam said, his words dripping with guilt. You could tell he blamed himself for what happened to you.

You sat back, letting Sam rip your shirt open, only tensing when he started cleaning the wound. However, the loss of blood, and lack of sleep slowly became too much to handle, and no matter how hard you fought it, you couldn't stop yourself from drifting off.