*This was inspired by Skillet's Hero*

I woke up with a pounding head. I looked around me, and I was in what looked like a warehouse. The last thing I remember was walking home from work, and seeing something. A shadow of a person, maybe? I couldn't make out what it was before I passed out.
"Well, look who's finally awake!" A voice called out from somewhere in the shadows of the warehouse.
I squinted my eyes to see if I could see someone, but I didn't see anyone.
"Who's there?" I called out.
"That's for me to know and you to find out. But I am very curious about the information you have in that pretty little head of yours." I was getting major creeper vibes from this dude.
"Well, in turn, that is for me to know and you to find out. So, if you want to know who I am, I need to know who you are. Ya know, stranger danger and all." What the hell was I saying?
"You're saying a load of crap to stall time. I already know all about you. Julianna Laing, daughter of Patrick and Skylar Laing. Age 21, working at Edith's Diner on the corner of 4th and 3rd Street. Always working night shifts so you don't have to feel lonely about having nowhere else to go each night, and deal with every nightmare you get each time you close your eyes," the... thing said. How did he know so much about me? "Ive been watching you for weeks. That's how I know so much about you." My eyes grew wide, he was a full on stalker. But, his voice... it sounds so familiar...
"Stalker? That's a name for me. But you're right. My voice should sound familiar. After all, you've known me since the 7th grade." The voice finally sounded familiar.
"Brad Cunner. The biggest dick in high school, but great guy in middle school."
"That's me! Sort of, I took over his body. Poor Brad. He really likes you, you know. But, sadly, I've taken over him for so long, that if I leave now, well. He won't survive for very long. He'll survive long enough for him to see you." The dickwad inside of Brad said.
I had so many questions going through my head. What did he want with me? Why me? Who was the thing inside of Brad? Of all people, why did he choose Brad to torture for three years? Three years!
"I am a demon from hell, sweetheart," he said as he finally stepped into the light. It looked just like Brad, everything was the same except his eyes were fully black. " I want you because you have a connection to people that I need to... see."
"And who might that be, exactly?" I was very annoyed now.
"Sam and Dean Winchester." Who?
"You know damn well who I'm talking about! Now, are you going to tell me where they are or not?" He said turning to me. "I won't hesitate to hurt you. Just tell me where those boys are, and you're free to go back home. Deal?"
"Uhh, no deal. Again, I have no idea who you're looking for. Can't help you buddy, now let me go please. Someone else may be able to help you answer your problem." I snapped.
There was a rush of wind, and I could feel something cold and sharp pressing against my cheek. I stopped breathing when I realized what was happening. He had a fricking KNIFE pressed against my cheek.
"So, we're afraid of knives. Aren't we?" The sick demon said as he slowly dragged it down. Red hot pain replaced the coolness of the knife. I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream.
"AND, we have a tolerance for pain, don't we? Well, how about this?" He punched me in the gut, the chains connecting me to the ceiling prevented me from doubling over. "Or, this?" He slapped me.
"Stop! Please stop!" I screamed. He started to chuckle as he did. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to look into his black beady eyes.
"I bet you wish your Winchester boys were here to save you now."
I did. I don't even know who they are, and I wish they would come save me from this thing.
"I'm going to leave now. Maybe some quiet time will do you some good on your decision of telling me where they are." He dropped my head and walked away. As soon as he was gone, I sobbed. I was in so much pain, and I just wanted to go home. I prayed that someone would come, but who? No one knew where I was, and it's not like I could call anybody for help. I was truly trapped.
"Winchester brothers, whoever you are, I need a hero to save me now, to save my life." I said aloud before blacking out.

When I woke up, I realized that I was now in a chair. I noticed that my arms and legs were tied to the chair, that way I couldn't escape, but I'd take the chair over the ceiling chains any day.
"Did you make up your mind yet?" The demon asked.
"My answer is still 'I DONT KNOW.'" I yelled, which resulted in a punch to the eye.
"You know, I was generous by letting you off the ceiling chains. I thought 'If I take her off the chains, maybe she'll be nice.'" AND THE THANKS I GET IS YOU SCREAMING AT ME?!" He screamed at me.
"If you don't tell me where those bastards are, right now, I will leave Brad and you here. Alone. Need I remind you that my leaving will kill our dear friend, and you stranded in this place?" He spat at me, while grabbing my jaw. Alright. If he was going to keep playing nasty, then its about time I play nasty.
"You can kill him, you can leave me for dead, but that won't change the fact that I don't know who the hell you are talking about. Therefore, leaving you hopelessly lost in your search for these 'bastards.'" I thought, hoping that he chose that moment to read my mind. From the anger that came on his face, and the vicious punch to the stomach, I can only guess that he did.
"It also won't change the fact that you will be stuck here. With no hope of getting out." He hissed.
"If you're so sure that I know them, why don't you just call them and come here? Surely, they would enjoy saving an... old friend." I said.
He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the oncoming of a loud engine roar. Yikes. It sounded really old, talk about putting something out of its misery.
"Finally." The demon thing said, and looked at me with an evil look and glint in his eyes. He drew his arm back, punched me repeatedly in the face before moving down to my stomach. Somewhere in the middle of this, I started to scream at the top of my lungs. There was so much pain coursing through my body. Everywhere hurt.
Eventually, he stopped punching me and tied a scarf around my mouth.
"We're getting company. Wouldn't want to scare off the company, now would we?" The demon chuckled. I just sat frozen still.
"Good girl. If this goes according to plan, you'll be free to go. No other questions asked. Ta ta, sweetheart."
"Go. To. Hell." I shot towards him. I know he heard that.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. How, may I be of service to you tonight?"
I looked around me, there had to be something here that I could use to get their attention. There wasn't anything close to me, but I noticed that the chair wasn't connected to the floor.
"If I can tip myself over, maybe the sound of the chair hitting the ground will be enough to get their attention. I'm gonna risk some injury, I know that, but I just want out of here." I was able to move my feet to the insides of the legs that they were tied to, not enjoying the brush burn that is now on both of my ankles, I pushed onto the balls of my feet to get the front two legs off the ground. With one final push, I was able to knock the chair backwards onto the floor with a bang. That was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness.

I woke up again on something very comfortable, wrapped in something warm.
"I'm dead. That demon thing killed me for making the noise." I said before sitting up and looking around to find that I was in a horribly decorated motel like room, nobody was in the room with me, and I was wearing an extremely baggy shirt, and someone's jacket.
"How in the world did I get here?" I whispered.
I pulled the covers off my legs, got up, and walked...well, more like limp shuffled, over to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My eye wasn't extremely swollen, but it was a very dark blue and purple bruise. There was a gash on my cheek from the knife that the thing cut me with, swollen lip, and an odd shaped nose. If that was what my face looked like, I knew I was definitely going to need a doctor when I got back home.
As I was walking out of the bathroom, I heard a knock on the door. Walking over slowly, but carefully, I looked through the peep hole on the door to see who it was. On the other side were two men, the taller of the two holding what looked like breakfast.
"Who are you?" I asked through the door.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. We... met... you last night." The one holding breakfast said. I somehow knew what they meant, so I let them in.
"Hey, I'm Sam. This is my older brother, Dean." Sam said, as he set down the breakfast.
"Hello, I'm Julianna Laing. Are you the two brothers who that thing kept talking about?" I asked.
"A demon, and yes. We were driving by the old building you and the demon were in when we heard you scream. We came in to see what was going on, and saved you."
"You see, this thing we do, it's a job. Do you remember the stories about all the things that go bump in the night?" Dean asked.
"Like, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, those kind of things?"
"Yes. They're not just stories. They're real. Our job is to hunt them. Including demons, which you unfortunately encountered last night." Sam continued on explaining for Dean.                                                  
"When you say, 'hunt them,' do you mean... kill them?" I asked. I feel like I already knew the answer to this.
"Unfortunately? Yes. We don't want to kill them because at one point they were a normal human. We have to do that, so we can help keep the rest of the town or city safe."
"So, that means-"
"We're really sorry, Julianna, but we killed your friend. We didn't realize how long the demon had been in your friend, so we tried to exorcise him. We did successfully send the demon back to Hell, but the moment your friend hit the ground, he had passed.
I just nodded my head. I never got to say goodbye to him.
"How are you, Julianna?" Sam asked to break the silence that had fallen on us.
"I'm super great. The kid I liked is now dead, and I never got to tell him. I've been missing for who knows how long, my parents are probably worried sick, I don't know where I am, I'm sitting with two strangers who saved me from supposedly a demon, while they tell me that more like it are out in the world, and not to mention that they're forced to kill people in order to save them." Somewhere in my rant, I stood up. I looked at Sam and Dean. It seemed like they had this reaction before.
I sat down, and put my head in my hands. "Where am I?" I asked.
"Diana's Motel in Lawrence, Kansas." Dean replied.
"Okay, good. I live in this area. Not far actually. I live a few blocks down." I said, a little bit of relief flooding through me. "How long ago was..." I stopped short. I didn't know what to call what happened.
"You were out for a week. You had a major injury to the back of your head, so we had a friend of ours come heal it."
I nodded my head, and reached behind me to feel the back of my head. It was as if I never willingly threw the chair backwards to let them know that I was there.
"There's one thing still bothering me." I said.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"The demon said that I know you, but I didn't. Why would he assume that?" I asked, and the brothers shared a look.
"You said you lived a couple of blocks down from here?" Dean asked, while starting to grab the car keys.
"Yes." I said, my hope about getting that question answered flying out the window.
"Go get ready, we'll take you home when you're ready. Sam, can I have a word with you outside?" Dean said, as he started to walk outside. I took the time to take a quick shower, and to look at the bruises and injuries on my stomach area. My stomach was completely bruised, and there was a strong chance that something was broken. I shook my head, and got in the shower. The warm water ran down my back, and helped ease some of the pain from the bruises.
I got out of the shower, put the clothes back on, and walked out just in time to see Sam and Dean walk back in.
"You ready?" Dean asked.
I nodded my head, and headed for the car. I gave them directions to my house, and made the short drive. Once Dean pulled up to the house, he and Sam turned around to look at me.
"We think we know why the demon thought you knew us. This used to be the street we lived on when we were very young. He must have thought that since you lived around the place we used to, we knew each other." Dean began to explain. "We moved away after the house caught on fire, and that's about the time that Sam and I began to do this line of work."
"Thank you guys for everything. I don't think I would be alive right now if it wasn't for you two driving by when you did." I said, following the boys out of the car and going to my front door.
"We're going to stick around town for a few more days to make sure that there isn't anything else strange going on. So, if you see something or need anything, give us a call." Sam said, and gave me two business cards; one for his number and one for Dean.
I smiled, and put them in the pocket of the jacket, before I knocked on the door. It wasn't long before the door opened to reveal my mom.
"Julie..." she said before she engulfed me in hug.
"Hi mom..." I said and began to cry, she let me go from the hug and held my face in her hands.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Where were you? You've been missing for a week!" She started to ramble.
"I'm okay, mom, just a few bruises. I was kidnapped on my way home from work, and these two saved me. Mom, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They used to live in the area." I said, introducing the brothers to my mom. She wrapped them both in a hug too.
"Thank you boys so much. Please come in. Let me get you something as a way to thank you for saving my daughter."
"You don't have to do that, ma'am. We wouldn't want to intrude on your reunion." Dean said, politely declining the offer.
"Oh, you're not intruding. Besides, I bake when I'm stressed so I have about 5 pies sitting on the counter. I don't want them to go to waste.
"Did you say, pie?" Dean asked, while Sam rolled his eyes and smiled.
"I did! Apple, blackberry, cherry, peach, and strawberry pie." My mom said.
"Well, you can't refuse the offer of pie." Dean said and walked in, the rest of us laughed and followed him. It was like he had the nose of a bloodhound. He followed the scent of pie all the way to the kitchen.
We sat and ate the pie, and after Dean had finished the apple pie completely by himself, they headed back to the motel. They told my mom as well that they would be staying in town for a few days, so if we needed anything to give them a call, and gave her their cards as well.
I stood outside and watch the black impala leave.

That was the last time I ever saw the car or the heroes that saved my life just in time.