Based loosely off this imagine. So this is a continuation of "Here I Am, Oh Sh*t!", I thought you guys would like it if I continued it for like one or two more "One-Shots". THAT, and I really like hurting your guys' feels . By the end of this, you're all probably gonna be like and . I will hurt each and everyone of you so deeply, your pets will feel the feels! (Maybe not, but whatevra). Enjoy!
It's hard to believe that not too long ago, I was stumbling on this very road. But here I am again, stumbling on the same road I was found half dead on. I was running away from my past last time, this time was no different. They found out, even after I changed my name, my look, my job, my whole life...they found out. My past caught up to me and if I try to start somewhere else, it's probably going to follow me there too. No where was safe for me, no one was understanding of me, my life was practically over. Several times I contemplated suicide, just giving up. I was never brave enough to go through with it. So I went back to old habits and I ran, back to where it first started. I looked down the shoulder of the road, I could throw myself off, slow and painful, but at least I won't burden anyone. I looked towards the road, Maybe a kind driver will be willing to run me over. The thoughts overflowed my mind, I didn't even notice the hot tears running down my face. My head fell, I caught site of a large stain in the pavement. It was here, this is where I fell, this is where I lost faith in humanity, this is where I wanted to end it all. But they found me, they brought me back from the edge and pushed me to keep going, to keep moving forward. They gave me something I never had: hope. They gave me hope, their hope is what got me this far, but there wasn't any left now. And yet, I kept walking.
The thought of finding the bunker made it all seem easy, it wasn't. I spent days looking, trying to remember every detail of the place. Eventually I gave up, I was in a parking lot in the middle of no where. All I had to eat was a half eaten candy bar I was given by some guy in a neat suit. I pulled it out of my pocket and took a bite, my stomach groaned from the lack of food. The candy bar fell from my hands and I clutched my stomach. A bird plucked it from the ground and flew off. I jumped up and chased it around the empty lot, but exhaustion threw me to the ground. I rolled over and looked up at the sky, covered in clouds, not a sliver of sun shone through. My life had collapsed around me and the world keeps turning, I'm nothing but a speck on this rock not worth stopping for. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't tell the difference. I pulled myself up and barely made it to the edge of the fence where I collapsed. I was in a deserted parking lot and sleep was comforting. My heavy eyes fell.
I was being chased. A mob of people yelling and cursing me to leave. A bullet sliced through my arm, sending a flash of pain shooting up and down my arm. I grabbed my arm and kept running. My legs grew heavier with each step and I felt like I was being pushed underwater. Unable to move, breath, speak. I shut my eyes and when I opened them, I found myself standing in front of the bunker. My hand hovering over the handle. I couldn't move to open it. The door flew open.
"What are you doing here (y/n)?!" It looked like Sam, it sounded like Sam, but it didn't feel like him.
I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Did you think I would save you again? Is that it?" His words were sweet, but in his mouth, they were bitter.
Again, I couldn't grasp my own voice. I couldn't tell him I needed his help, his and Dean's.
"Don't think I'll help you again. I know what you did (y/n). You're a monster! A monster worse than any of the ones we've hunted down." His words cut me, they were sharper and cut deeper than any knife.
I shook my head, Listen to me Sam! The words I wanted to say never formed. I felt helpless in his presence.
"Why couldn't you just kill yourself! Do you need help, I'd be happy to help with THAT." A sour smile filled his face. He pulled a knife from his pocket and pressed it against my throat.
I could practically feel the blade on my neck. Cold, sharp, unmoving. I could see Sam's face, enjoying my pain, ready to slit my throat with a single flick of his wrist.
My eyes flew open. A heavy weight had rested itself on my body. I could still feel the knife on my throat. My eyes were adjusting to the dark, I tried to move, but my hand was forced down by another. I could hear heavy breathing and the sound of a zipper. My clothes were torn off, cold air rushed over my bare legs and chest. I should have realized what was happening, but my body froze, I was flooded with fear and adrenaline. I wanted to run, I wanted to push him off of me and just run. I jerked and started to get up and run, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to the ground. My head hit the ground and I could hear a crack. He laughed.
"Don't try pulling that shit again bitch! Next time I'll slit your throat." He whispered into my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine.
I laid on the ground and looked up into, what I believed to be, his eyes, "Why don't you just kill me now? Can't get it up with a corpse? News flash dick, I'm already dead!"
He laughed again, "You will be when I'm done with you."
I lurched my head up, the knife cutting into my neck, "You're...too...late." I could feel hot tears fill my eyes and blood drip down my neck.
I couldn't move, I didn't move. He raped me and left me there to die, but I did nothing. What was there left for me to do? I had nothing to fight for. Hope? That died long ago. But, for some reason, I got up...and I walked away. I walked to the end of the lot and tripped down the hill. Rocks scrapping against my bare skin, I was barely able to feel the cuts anymore. I hit the bottom with a thud and rolled to a stop. The trees towered over me, their shadows outstretched in the light of the waning moon. I took a second to admire the familiar scene that lay before me. I was close, the bunker wasn't too far away. My legs were lead bricks, but I kept moving. Eventually, after a significant amount of blood loss, I stumbled towards the door. It was hard and it was painful, I banged on the door. No answer. I knocked one more time before the door opened. Sam and Dean's faces were the most comforting thing to see, I smiled and before they could say a single word, my legs gave out and I fell to the ground once more.
Bright white light, it was practically blinding. I could see dark figures all around. The light faded and I could slowly see the feature of these figures. They weren't human, they were dark and malicious. I couldn't face them, I turned to run but was stopped in my tracks. It was him, the demon who possessed me and ruined my life. His face was slashed and torn, his clothes sopping with blood, he reeked of rotting flesh. I gagged at the smell, it was horrid. His mouth, what was still attached to his face, twisted and turn into a curdled smile.
"How's life been for you (y/n)? You been doing good since I last saw you?" He spoke to me as if we were lifelong friends.
"No, NO!!! Stay the hell away from me you bastard!" I put out my arm and backed away slowly.
"Is that anyway to speak to a friend?" His tone mocked offense. "After all, we're gonna be spending a lot of time together now that you came home." He smiled.
"Where is home?" I was scared, terrified.
"Well hell, I thought you figured it out by now. You made it to Hell my friend!" He grabbed me and pulled me into him. "Welcome home, (y/n). You're gonna like it here." He shrieked with laughter.
I bolted upright, screaming at the top of my lungs. My face was soaked in blood, sweat, and tears. Dean ran into the room and pulled me into his arms, doing his best to comfort me. Sam ran into the room in a panic. His face was white as a sheet and he was out of breath. I couldn't remember anything other than Hell, I had no idea where I was, what had happened...just...Hell.
"You're okay (y/n), everything is okay now. Don't worry." Dean's voice was heavy with worry, pain, regret.
"Where am I? What happened?" My voice was raspy and I couldn't speak louder than a whisper.
Sam spoke up, "(y/n), don't you remember?"
I shook my head, "All I remember is..." My voice trailed off and tears began streaming down my face.
"Sam, not yet. Let's get her patched up first." Dean laid me back down. "I'll be right back."
I looked up at him through the tears, "Promise?"
"Cross my heart." Dean left me with a weary smile on his face.
He and Sam exchanged hushed words as he left. Sam came and sat in a chair next to the bed. For a moment, we sat in complete silence. I wanted to say something, but everything I thought of sounded stupid.
Sam finally spoke, "It's been a while. Fill me in, how's it been since last time?"
His question threw me off a bit, "I started from scratch. I made a new life for myself, then watched it all turn to shit."
His face fell, "What happened?"
I shifted my head to look at him, "My past, it caught with me."
"It happens to the best of us." He sympathized with me.
"I take it you've been dragged through some pretty nasty shit too?" I let out a small laugh leaving me coughing and winded.
"Yeah, pretty much. Here." He helped me drink some water.
"Man, I've never felt so helpless." I grinned at him and he returned a small smile.
Dean came in with a large bag labeled "First-Aid" and set it next to the bed. He left and came back in with a bowl of water. Sam got up from the chair and Dean took the seat. He pulled gauze, rubbing alcohol, stitching thread and a needle, and a load of other medical items.
"I didn't peg you for the doctor type." He smiled.
"Years of hunting, you learn as you go." He started to clean my gashes and cuts.
Sam sat in the corner of the room trying not to worry. "(y/n), do you think you can tell us what happened?"
I gathered my thoughts and told them everything. Every thought, every action, every detail, they should know. I kept a frail smile on my face so as not to worry them. They were silent as I spoke, every so often Dean would stop and choke back his anger. I told them about my hidden past...and they understood. When I was finished, Sam got up from his chair and walked towards the bed. He picked up my hand and held it in his.
"You are the bravest person I know, (y/n). Braver than me and Dean combined." He said as he left.
I looked at Dean, "This is the last stitch (y/n)." His voice was raspy, like he was choking back tears.
"It's okay Dean, it's okay!" I said with a smile, waving my hands as if it would rid me of my fears.
"He's right you know, you really are braver than both of us." He finished stitching me up.
"I get it from you guys. You're the ones that gave me hope, gave me courage to move on." I held his hand.
He brushed the tears from my face, "I'm glad you made it back."
He got up to leave, I tightened my grip on his hand. "Please don't leave, I can't stand being alone right now."
He nodded and sat back down, comforting me until I fell asleep. Knowing I was okay, I drifted to sleep, but fear still tugged at the very back of my mind. This isn't over yet, this is just the beginning of a war, and I'm going to fight with every ounce of strength I have and kill the son of a bitch that ruined me and my life. I won't let what happened to me happen to anyone else. Never again, not on my watch!