Dean x Reader Part 2

You batted your steering wheel to the beat of Queen in the backround. You passed the 100 mile mark to California. You were suddenly interuppted by your stomach growling. You pulled up into a old diner and you immediately sat down at a booth eagerly waiting for the waitress. When the waitress finally got your order a strange man sat across from you.  He had brown curly hair and a black leather jacket over a green shirt. He smirked at you. The waitress sat your meal across from you and you didnt take your eyes off the man.

"Who the hell are you?"

He just smiled and took a french fry from your plate.

"Im just a guy looking for a girl, thats all."

"Yeah well fuck off."

You started to dig into your hashbrowns, when you felt a little dizzy. The guy in front of you chuckled and you turned to see everyone in the diner staring at you with beady black eyes.

"Fuck"

Was the last thing you uttered before you passed out.

You groaned and heard footsteps coming down the hallway. You and your cellmate huddled into the corner of your cell and a guy opened the thick metal door, making you both squint from the light. The large muscular figure came towards you and grabbed Tenessa, your 8th cell mate this year. She screamed as she was dragged away, and all you could do was sit and stare at her with big beady eyes. You had been beaten every day by these demons that had captured travelers, that would stop at their diner trap. Just like you.

You could hear Tenessa screaming in the backround, when it was abruptly stopped with a loud thud. You knew what happened, it was only a matter of time before you were beheaded and fed to the hellhounds... usually people only lasted a month or two here, so why did they keep you for over a year?

You heard a buntch of clashes and clanging. You knew what was going on, last time it happened you were brought to a large room, where you had the angel warding sign burned onto your stomach. The scars on your stomach had nearly almost healed, and now you were going to have to go through the pain once again.

This time the noises lasted longer than usual, and you thought something was up. Thats when you heard the demons voice, and he was screaming in pain. Someone had come to save you, no it couldnt be possible. This place was full of demons, no one could get through it, not even the Winchesters. It had been so long since you had seen them, since you had seen Dean. His handsome face and his emerald green eyes. You had feelings for him, a lot of feelings, but he was just a guy who didnt care about anything. He didnt even care about you, if he did wouldnt he have saved you by now?

You shivered as tears rolled down your cheeks. You could hear people pounding on their doors asking for out. One by one you heard a creak and a loud cheer from the prisoners. You gripped the locket you had around your neck. It was another trap, it had to be. No one could have really saved you, could they? No, they couldnt have. You winced as the door to your cell opened.

When I finally reached the last cell, she was there. The cell had scratch marks covering all the walls, floor, and even the ceiling, counting days. Y/n was huddled in the corner, shivering like she was just dunked in the artic ocean. She had a cuff around her ankle that connected to a chain leading to the middle of the room. The cuff was way to small for her, and her foot was nearly soaked in blood and blisters from her trying to get the cuff off. Her shirt and pants and sever cuts in them, and there were so many cuts and bruises covering her body, she looked like a purple martian.

I ran over to her and slowly cradleded her. She winced at my touch and started to yell out.

"Y/n, its me, its Dean!"

"Please! Dont hurt me! Just dont hurt me!"

She kept repeating this as tears constantly ran down her face. I was heartbroken. What these demons had done to her was unacceptable. I lifted her up and she started to sob loudly and hit me as hard as she could, which was a slight pat to me. I ran out to the the Impala where Sam was waiting. I laid her in the back of the Impala and she started whimpering and eventually fell asleep. I stepped on the gas and we headed to the bunker. We could get Cas to heal her physical wounds, but her mental wounds were to damaging to be fixed.