Your first instinct was to pull away, to run, but you knew that would hurt worse than what was going on right now. That it might cause more damage in the long run. So you stayed still, cringing as Dean's teeth were sharp on your neck, tearing your skin, your scream turning to whimpers as you felt the blood running down your neck.

"Dean!" You heard Sam yell again, sounding much closer this time, but your eyes were squeezed shut so you couldn't see him. What you did feel, was liquid being splashed over you and Dean, before Dean growled and pulled away from you. As soon as his teeth were out of your skin, a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you out of Dean's lap. Your legs crumpled underneath you, and a pair of strong arms picked you up, carrying you out of the room. Cuddling into the Sam's strong, warm chest, you let the tears fall, slowly soaking his light plaid shirt.

"Shh." He whispered in your ear as he carried you down the hall, far away from the dungeon. You stayed silent, still in shock over what had just happened, and the pain radiating from your neck. Sam finally made it to your room, pushing the door open with his foot, before gently depositing you on your bed. He left you for just a moment, coming back with a first aid kit.

Sitting on the bed, you stayed silent, letting Sam get to work. He wiped off the excess blood, before pouring alcohol on a cotton pad. "This is going to hurt." He warned, before placing it on your neck. Sucking in a breath, you didn't make a sound, the tears falling the only notification that you were hurting.

"Why were you in there?" Sam asked, as he took the pad away, and placed some fresh gauze over the wound before taping it in place. You didn't answer him, still in your own mind.

"I know that you're upset, and you have every right to be. Please don't go back in there, or anywhere near him. I will work on curing him, and I can't do that while I'm worrying about you too. Please?" He begged, his hazel eyes red with exhaustion.

You nodded, still not wanting to talk, before laying down, and turning on your side, effectively cutting off any more conversation with Sam. He stayed for a moment, before moved to the door. "I know you're hurting, and that you have gone through more than anyone should ever have to, but don't shut me out. We are in this together. It will all work out. You will see." He said before closing the door.

You felt bad for turning your back on Sam, for not answering him, but you were too exhausted, too hurt to do anything more than curl in on yourself. After everything you had been through, this had been the last straw. You weren't sure you would be able to handle anything else, and all you wanted to do was fall into oblivion, and ignore all the bad things surrounding you.

Throwing the blanket over you, you curled into a tiny ball, your tears soaking the pillow, but you didn't notice. You were too far drawn into your own mind, and it was quite some time before your body and mind relaxed enough that you could slowly fall asleep.

The next time you awoke, it was to the sound of your door slowly opening, creaking in protest. Not knowing exactly what to expect, you slid to the far side of the bed, trapped against the wall, your entire body shivering.

All of a sudden you were bathed in light, as Sam turned the light on. Noticing you cowering in the corner, he placed the tray he was carrying on your nightstand, a guilty look on his face. "Shit Y/N, I didn't even think. Sorry if I woke you, I just thought you might be hungry."

Slowly calming down, you slid across the bed, your stomach growling at the thought of the sandwich in front of you. Sam handed you the plate, before stepping back, giving you room. As you ate, he stood there awkwardly, the silence deafening.

"So, I um, started the cure today." He started, and you glanced up at him, your sandwich forgotten. "I've only done two syringes so far, but I'm not sure it's working. They seem to hurt him, and I don't know." He said, running his hand through his hair in his frustration. You stayed silent, still not wanting to talk.

He smiled sadly at you, noticing your lack of words. "I hope it's not killing him." He said quietly, before grabbing the empty tray and turning to leave. "I'm going back in. Stay here, I will give you updates later." 

You nodded, even though you hadn't planned on going anywhere. Your plan was to sleep as much as possible, using sleep as an escape. You weren't exactly ready to face reality again.

After Sam had gone, you finished your sandwich, before laying back down on the bed, too tired to even turn the light off. This time sleep came easily.

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You weren't sure what woke you this time. Your light was still on, your door still shut. But something seemed off, and you couldn't quite place your finger on it. Carefully climbing out of bed, you went to move to the door, planning on going against Sam's wishes because something did not seem right. However, as soon as you reached for the handle, it slammed open, and a heaving Sam raced into your room, before shutting it behind him.

"Y/N.!" He gasped, trying to catch his breath. "He's free."

You automatically knew what he meant, that somehow Dean had freed himself from the dungeon. Your heart in your throat, you stared at Sam with big eyes, scared to death.

"I'm going to try to draw him out, try to trap him somehow. I want you to stay here, with the light off, not making any sounds. He has no idea you're in this room. Can you do that?" Sam asked, already moving back to the door, missing your nod.

"I know you're not talking right now, and I understand why. But if he comes after you, I need you to scream. It's the only way I will know. Please?" He begged, and you nodded again. He breathed deeply, before opening the door and glancing around. "No matter what you hear, stay here."

He shut the door behind him, and you locked it, before shutting the lights off. Not knowing what to do, you moved to the corner of your room, before sliding down the wall and tucking your chin in to your knees, waiting.