After Cas had dropped you off at the Bunker, you slipped inside the front door, your mind on the issues you had left behind at the warehouse, and not on the scene in front of you. It wasn't until you were halfway down the stairs that you began to notice that something was wrong.

You were too far down the steps to rush back up them, so you continued down, your footsteps not quiet and careful as you took in the horrible scene in front of you. Various items from throughout the bunker were piled in a heap in the middle of the floor, lamps and glasses lay shattered on the floor. You could hear heavy footsteps and muffled voices down the hall, and you hurried your steps, wanting to be out of the line of sight before whoever was here returned and saw you.

You were almost completely down the stairs when the voices came closer, and you could do nothing but freeze as the man from earlier, Eldon, came striding through the hall, his hands full of Dean's stuff. A teenage boy followed behind him, his stance showing his unease at breaking into the bunker. You stayed still, hoping they wouldn't see you, but of course your luck didn't hold out.

"What do we have here?" Eldon asked, dropping the items that had been in his arms, turning his full attention to you. You didn't even try to answer, you sprinted up the stairs, away from him, throwing the door open, almost tripping over the threshold in your haste to get away. You knew your chance at escaping was slim, but you still had to try. Visions of what he had done to Charlie flashed in your mind, and you stumbled, before rushing on, knowing you didn't want to be captured.

"Little girl, you know you can't run from me. I'm stronger, and I have more endurance in my little pinkie finger than you have in your whole body." He teased, his voice growing closer, and he didn't even sound winded. You ran towards the trees, hoping you could somehow lose him in there. But before you could reach their safety, you felt strong arms wrap around you from the back, pulling you off your feet. His hold was strong and tight, so tight you couldn't breathe, but still you fought, kicking your legs as hard as you could, connecting with his thighs. It was as if you were a fly, because your kicks didn't seem to phase him at all.

"Stop struggling. You won't be able to get away." He told you, but you didn't listen, and you threw your head back, feeling it connect with his nose. "Damn it." He muttered, before raising his fist and slamming it into your jaw, and you knew no more.

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Blinking your eyes, you slowly came to, your jaw pounding with pain. Attempting to move your hand to rub it, you found out you were now tied to a chair. Groaning, you looked around, noticing he had carried you back into the bunker, and you were now tied to one of the library chairs. "She's awake." You heard a higher pitched, young voice say from your left. 

Before you could move, a hand grasped your chin roughly, pressing against the sore bone, and you couldn't hold back the groan. "Yes she is. Now what should we do with her?" Eldon asked the boy standing next to him, making the younger man gulp. 

"Cyrus, you're going to have to man up one day. And today is a good day for that change. Now, I know for sure this is Dean's pretty little piece of Ass, and I think we should have some fun with her. Now, do you want to start carving? Or should I?" Eldon asked Cyrus, while you struggled against the ropes.

"I..." Cyrus stuttered, and Eldon let go of your hand, holding out an evil looking knife. 

"Last chance Cyrus. Either you carve her up, and I tell your Dad how well you did, or I do it, and I get all the glory." Eldon teased, running the knife down your arm, hard enough to leave a thin line of blood in it's wake. You hissed at the pain, which seemed to please Eldon.

"See, it's so easy, and so much fun." He told the teenager, enjoying the way Cyrus' face paled at the sight of blood. "How are you even a Stein? You can't handle the sight of blood! Why don't you sit back, and I will show you how it's done."

"Dean will be back, and he will kill you." You threatened, but it didn't seem to phase him at all.

"Why isn't he here to protect you? Maybe he doesn't care about you after all." He goaded, running the side of the blade down your cheek.

"He's busy killing your family." You spat, knowing you said the wrong thing when his blue eyes darkened like the sky in a thunderstorm.

"I don't think so. The Stein's are a strong family. We always prevail." Eldon argued, before plunging the knife deeply into your thigh, and you couldn't hold back the garbled cry the pain caused. Pulling the knife out, he watched as your blood slowly pooled on top of your jeans, before running down to stain the floor. "Maybe I'm doing this wrong. Maybe I should torch this place down, and then bring you back to HQ. We could use a pretty girl like you for spare parts."

At this point you didn't really care what he did, the pain in your thigh was too excruciating for you to focus on anything else. Black dots filled your vision, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you passed out from blood loss and pain.

"Really Eldon? Trashing the place and torturing the girl? I would have thought better of you." A familiar voice said from beyond the room, and you fought hard to focus. You were able to make out Dean, standing near the staircase, his clothes and face bloody.