You had been waiting for six hours for Dean and Sam to return from a hunting trip. You had never gotten into hunting, you thought it was too dangerous. Even with just Dean hunting, you were uncomfortable.

You were sitting in front of the TV, watching one of your favorite shows. It was called F.R.I.E.N.D.S. The characters were in a 'crisis' to you, it was nothing.

The noise from the TV didn't let you hear the front door open. A man entered and walked toward you. You saw the reflection in the television, but remained calm. Freaking out wouldn't help.

Slowly, the man approached. He had a knife, which made you even more nervous. He put the knife to your throat and whispered, "come quiet and I won't kill you. Yet."

You nod, careful of the knife, and stand up. The man led you out of the house and to a car. He roughly shoes you in and slammed the door, but not before you saw his eyes. They were pitch black.

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Dean returned home to an empty house. The TV was still on as well as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. This worried him. You were a clean freak and had to have things turned of and organized. Another reason you didn't like hunting.

Dean turned the TV off when he saw them. Footprints and he smelt sulfur. Demons he thought frustrated. How could demons take my girlfriend?!

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You had been forced into a warehouse and chained up. The chains rubbed at your skin, making it raw. Slowly an carefully, the demons tortured you. Screaming in pain, you yelled for help and for Dean. He wouldn't come, he couldn't here you.

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Dean searched all around town to find you. He called Sam to help him look. Although they were split up, Dean had one phone always connected with Sam and the other waiting for your possible call. He was driving the Impala as as as he could.

The demon had continued to hurt you. You cried and screamed, feeling hopeless. Suddenly, a new figure burst through the door.

"Hey!" The figure yelled. Your heart rose in your chest when you realized it was Dean.

"Dean!" You yell, that actually came out as a hoarse cry. "Dean," you whisper hanging your head.

"Y/N!" He screamed as he shot and slashed knives at the demon. He splashed holy water to slow it down, then he exercised the demon. After killing it, Dean ran over to you.

"Y/N," he muttered, untying you.

"Dean," you mutter back, exhausted. After he untied you, you collapsed into his arms.

"You'll be okay. You'll be okay." He muttered, holding you. He took out his phone and called Sam.

In the car that Sam rented, you and Dean sat in the back. Dean refused to let you go. You weren't complaining.

At the house, Dean carried you inside. He set you down on your bed and walked into the bathroom. Sam had left the two of you alone. Dean returned with a first aid kit and a wet towel. He cleaned your cuts, wincing every time you winced. He hated seeing you in such pain.

After you were cleaned up, you crawled under the covers to sleep. Dean laid next to you and put his arms around you. You snuggled close, your head on his chest and fell asleep.

Dean stayed awake most of the night, making sure you were safe. You were one of the few people he loved and he would never let you go.