Episode: Season 7 - Slash Fiction Pt. 2 

Today was not a good day. But maybe that went without saying. It all started with these stupid Leviathan doppelgangers of us walking around, basically ruining our lives. Then it just got progressively worse when we got arrested for what "we'd" done. I rolled my dark eyes in annoyance, the metal cuffs around my wrists digging into the delicate skin there as I walked in between the boys.

"I'll get us out of this, don't worry," Dean whispered into my ear, his warm breath making goosebumps pop up on my skin.

I pushed him away roughly, rolling my eyes again.

"Sure, sure. That's what you said last time we got arrested." I grumbled as him and Sam were hauled away as was I.

I landed in an interrogation room, much like the one I could hear Sam being thrown into the next room over. About half an hour passed with me just being stuck in that room by myself. I was about to start beating on the walls for someone to either interrogate me or let me out when suddenly, Dean burst in. A brilliant smile lit up my face, feeling relief wash over me.

"Dean," I breathed out, rattling my cuffed hands against the table.

Dean didn't smile in return though or even make a move to free me. Instead, he just stayed with that same blank expression as he sidled up to the table.

"I'm not your boyfriend. But I am Dean adjacent," he suddenly grinned maliciously and I felt the air leave my lungs.

"I just wanna let you know how much I've really grown to hate you and those brothers since we've been wearing you. I just don't get it," he went on, shaking his head as he paced the room, "You could be anything. You're strong, you're uninhibited. You're smart enough, believe it or not. But you're so caught up in being good and being with Dean,"

"What do you care?" I scoffed, glaring at the Dean imposter.

"Because it's making me mad! You're wasting a perfectly good opportunity to subjugate the weak," he shouted, making me flinch only slightly before he walked around my chair, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You think we don't know what you are? That we don't know what kind of evil juice runs in your veins?"

The smirk that had found its way onto my face throughout his little tempter tantrum melted away now, leaving me feeling cold and vulnerable as he continued to taunt me.

"You're part demon, Parker. Daughter of the King of Hell. I guess that kind of makes you a princess, now, doesn't it?" he sneered before stepping away to pace around the table, "Yet you still insist upon dating that lowlife piece of trash hunter of yours?"

I lunged in my seat at his hateful words in that moment, the chains rattling on my wrists and feet, clanking on the metal table. But "Dean" only laughed in response to my entrapment.

"Here's the deal. Dean thinks you're evil. Thinks you're off your game because of all the little witchy-woo you've been practicing," he said, sitting down on the table briefly, close to the chair I was chained to.

"You gonna kill me or is this some sort of play-with-your-food bull?" I spat at him.

He arched his eyebrows briefly, still smiling before he got up, rounding the table to where he was facing behind me now, his breath on my neck.

"All right. All right," he conceded finally, "I'll just eat you then. You're messed up anyway, kid and...I've always liked my meat a little bitter."

But before he had the chance to even take a hunk out of my flesh, the door to the interrogation room was beaten down and in came Sam, Dean, and a sheriff. I grinned when I saw the brothers' faces - they were okay. Instantly, Sam doused the Leviathan in...laundry detergent? Surprisingly, it worked though - the creature began to smoke and burn up right before Sam swung the ax he'd held in his other hand, slicing the thing's head clean off with a splatter of black goo that stuck to the walls. Immediately afterward, Sam rushed over with the key to my manacles and began to unchain me.

"You alright?" he asked, concern in his hazel eyes as he placed a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, fine." I nodded and he returned it before releasing his hand.

I rubbed at the pink lines that had formed on my wrists as I got up, my eyes finally meeting Dean's emerald green orbs. I opened my mouth to speak - to tell him I'd been worried about him. But the look in his eyes as he stared back at me wasn't one I had seen...at least...not one ever directed towards me before: hurt.