Waiting is probably the hardest thing to do, when you have no idea what was happening beyond that door, if Sam was okay, or if Dean was on his way to you right that second. You curled in as tight as you could, your arms tight around your legs, your chin tucked into your knees, your entire body tense and trembling from fear. It was as if someone had heard you muttering that being attacked was the last straw, and decided it would be fun to push you even more, until you completely cracked.

You weren't sure what would happen if Dean came through that door, if you would be able to fight him, or your fear and exhaustion would have you passing out in front of him, leaving you to his mercy. You kept your fingers crossed that Sam would be able to trick his brother, and capture him without too much of a struggle.

"Sammy!" You heard outside of your door, and you hugged the wall as tight as you could, Dean's loud voice sending shivers down your spine. Holding your hand to your mouth, you pressed hard enough that you could feel your teeth digging into the skin, as you tried to keep as quiet as possible. Footsteps pounded the tile outside your door, before stopping, and you held your breath, waiting to see what would happen.

"Come on Sammy, don't you want to spend some time with your brother?" Dean yelled, his voice sinister and teasing, and you felt bad for Sam, trying to keep the both of you safe while at the same time trying to cure his brother. It was an almost impossible task, and you were afraid someone would die before Dean was cured, if that ever happened.

The footsteps started up again, heading away from your room, and you let out a breath, relieved that you were saved for the moment. Then you cursed yourself, ashamed that you were so broken that you weren't even able to help your best friend, and he might die because of that. 

You were so busy berating yourself that at first you didn't even notice that the power went out, but when the alarm sounded, you jumped. Sam must have locked down the bunker, making sure Dean wouldn't escape, but that meant you and Sam were officially locked in here with a man who wanted nothing more than to see the life slowly leave your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself to move, to uncurl yourself, and act like the brave hunter you used to be, instead of the shell you currently were. As you finally talked yourself into opening the door, footsteps pounded down the hallway, and you hid back in your spot, any sort of confidence gone.

"Y/N!" Dean yelled, his voice echoing right in front of your door, and you couldn't help but whimper. "I know you're here somewhere, but Sam wouldn't tell me where. Come on out, I just want to have some fun with you. I promise I won't bite this time, unless you ask me too!"

You looked around your room frantically, trying to find a better place to hide, because the only way you could escape was out the door that Dean was currently blocking. But you were stuck, the closet was too full of old boxes, your bed too small to hide under, your bathroom too open. So you stayed stuck against the wall, as tight and as small as you could make yourself, hoping that he would miss you in the dark.

Dean started pounding on your door, and you bit your lip trying to stay quiet, biting it hard enough that you drew blood. "Y/N, I know you're in there, I can smell your fear. Things will go a lot easier for you if you just open this door." He threatened, but even if you wanted to, you couldn't move, your entire body locked up, frozen from fear.

The pounding stopped, and you hoped that he had given up, that he was bored with you, and was trying to find something else to keep him occupied. "Fine, if you won't come out, I guess I will come in." He told you, and before you knew what was happening, a thud hit the door, followed by another, then another. Soon wood chips were flying in your room, the end of a hammer sticking through the thick wooden door.

"You better be ready." Dean threatened, before sending another blow against the door. You knew you only had moments before he would break completely through, but you weren't sure what you could do. Coming up with a plan, you stood up and raced to the dresser, grabbing your boxes and unloading the contents onto your bed, looking for anything that might help you protect yourself against an angry and powerful Demon Dean.

The first box was useless, full of clothes, towels and books. The second box wasn't much better, and you felt yourself hiccuping, tears pouring down your cheeks, your fear consuming you. The thudding hadn't stopped, Dean was still hammering away at the door, and quite a few chunks were already missing. You happened to glance over as you grabbed the third and final box, and you could see Dean's head through the opening, his eyes flashing black as he sent a sinister smirk your way.

"There you are Y/N, why have you been hiding from me?" He teased, before holding the hammer up. "Give me just a second, and I will join you." He promised, before bringing the hammer back down against the door, wood flying towards you, a piece scraping against your cheek, drawing blood. You were so terrified you didn't even register the pain, as you upended the third and final box, breathing a sigh of relief as some of your forgotten hunting items fell into a pile on your bed. Throwing the silver out of your way, you grasped the next thing you saw to your chest, as Dean stepped through the large hole he had made in your door.

"Here's Johnny." He said before chuckling at himself, holding his arms out wide. Taking the only opportunity you might have, you unscrewed the cap and tossed the entire contents of the flask in his face, watching as the holy water burned him, steam rising from his face.

As Dean growled in pain, you raced past him, out through the broken door, down the hallway, not sure where you were heading, as long as it was away from Dean. 

Rounding the corner, you ran into a solid mass, and in your terrified state, you started hitting it, afraid that Dean had somehow gotten out of your room, and gotten ahead of you.

"Woah, Y/N, calm down!" Sam's voice carried over you, and you went limp, relief flooding your body as you realized he was safe, and you were too, for now.