"Alright. I don't know who the hell this boss is. But can you please just get out of my room? I've had a long day."
"You like jokes?"
"They're alright, I guess", I replied with a smile.
"You won't be laughing soon."
"Bring it", I said calmly.
That's where it started. I got my ass whooped by three men. Now, I'm on the floor spitting blood and regretting I made a joke of the situation. "Alright. Let's just take her to him. We've had our fun", a man said throwing a bag over my head.
"That's it?", I asked breathlessly.
"Someone shut her up", one said before I passed out.
I woke up with the bag over my head. I ripped it off and saw that I was still in my hotel room. Just on the floor. I stood and realized I was in great pain.
My phone rang and I ignored it. It kept ringing as I searched the room for blood. I always woke up in blood when strange things happened. There's no way I got away from those three. I shouldn't be here still, alive. And that's why it's strange. I stumbled into the bathroom and saw the mess. I shut the door and calmly slid down to the floor.
"What is wrong with me?", I whispered. "Maybe I do deserve to die." I don't know how they died just like I never know how the blood ends up on my hands.
I got tired of the phone ringing and limped to it.
"Yeah?"
"(Y/n). I've been trying to get a hold of you. Run", the voice said.
"Who is this?", I asked.
"The man from the park. I dropped you off last night and everything was normal. But fifteen minutes ago, two men came asking questions about you."
"You told them you didn't know me. Right?", I asked freaking out.
"It wasn't that simple. They saw right through me. They got it out of me. They're coming your way."
I started crying. Tears streamed down my face and I didn't know what to do. In my head I thought this is it. This is how I die. "I don't want to die", I said to him through tears.
"I'm sorry."
I hung up. I heard the Impala. I wasn't prepared. I already got my ass whooped. I definitely can't fight them.
I couldn't stop crying until I heard the knocks on the door. I was too scared to cry as I walked to the door. The knob began to move and I knew they were picking it.
I opened the door before they could. Tears rushed down my face when I saw them. They stood in shock. I accepted my fate. "Um", I said clearing my throat and wiping my tears on my shirt that had my dry blood on it. "Co-come in", I said.
Sam and Dean stepped inside and closed the door after them. Dean locked it.
"Do you think that's necessary?", Sam asked.
"She isn't going anywhere again, Sam. We have to be sure."
I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around my knees.
"I thought you broke your arm?", Sam said.
"Yeah. When the monster disappeared, so did the injuries from it."
"What happened to you?", Sam asked.
"Um. Some people came by. They weren't very happy with me either."
"Dean. Let's just take her. We can get her side of the story. After all, we don't even know what is going on. We don't have to kill her unless we know she's bad."
"Fine. Sam. Let's just take her", Dean said annoyed and walking to me.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the bed. "What? Just kill me now", I said trying to pull away from him.
He threw me over his shoulder as Sam gathered my stuff. I pounded on his back. "Let me go", I screamed. We walked out of the room and Dean threw me face first onto the backseat of the Impala. I kicked at him and he got Sam to hold me still. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and taped my mouth. Sam put my bag in the back.
They both got in the car. "This is going to be fun", Dean said starting the Impala.