You were frozen to the spot, the sound of Deans voice making your heart skip a beat. Gulping, you willed yourself to move, towards the kitchen, away from the temptation to face Dean again. You knew the time would come sooner or later, and with him tied up and not going anywhere right now, it might be the best time.

"Y/N, you know I can't hurt you right now, I'm tied up at the moment. Come see me, let's talk." He said again, and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself opening the door.

"That's right baby, a little closer." His deep, voice said from behind the storage racks in front of you. You moved forward, opening them, ignoring the feeling in the pit of your stomach that this wasn't a good idea. Earlier in your bedroom you were ready to run before you saw Dean again, and now here you were, seconds away from standing in front of him.

Shaking your head at your own stupidity, you kept on moving, opening the hidden door, until you could walk past it. You stepped into the considerably cooler room, and the first thing you saw was Dean. He was placed exactly in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a devils trap around him. He was sitting there with his head cooked to the side, a smirk on his face.

Knowing he couldn't break through the Devils trap gave you more courage, and you walked up to the edge of it, stopping when your big toe was only an inch away.

"I'm surprised." Dean said. "I wasn't sure you would come in here. I must not have broken you enough then."

Between dealing with Dean and that club, you were broken, not even close to the woman you used to be a year ago. You were always afraid, always checking over your shoulder, terrified that Dean, or one of your old customers would be behind you, ready to torment you once again. It was horrible living this way, and you weren't sure you would ever be able to hunt again.

"You tried, you and the club to break me, and it worked. I'm not the same woman you first met, even the same woman from a year ago. I'm terrified, of everything and I'm not sure I will ever get past that. But I still have enough spark left in me to fight and to come see for myself that you are really in here, unable to get free." You said, your tone not conveying the tremors you were hiding on the inside.

"I can see now that I needed to do a better job." Dean told you. "But don't you worry, we will have plenty of time. Because I will get out of here, and when I do, you will be who I come after. At first I thought I should go after Sam first, after all he is the one who captured me. But then, I decided you would be more fun, after all, I had a blast with you in that hotel room. Do you remember?" He asked, teasing you. He knew you remembered, how could you forget? He just wanted to make sure it was at the front of your mind, playing over and over, the horrific memories still so real you could feel the pain.

"I don't think you will be going anywhere, at least not as a Demon. Sam will cure you." You replied, hoping it was true, that he could save his brother and not end up killing him in the end.

"And if I'm cured, what then? It will still be this face, these hands that put you through so much torment, that carved designs into your skin, that used you for his own pleasure. Even if the real me comes back, you both are still going to have these memories. What then?" He tormented you.

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, as what he said hit too close to home. Even if he was saved, you weren't sure what would happen next. As you stared at Den through blurred vision, a hand clasped on your shoulder, scaring you. Blankly you panicked, trying to get away from the newest threat, unaware of where you moved, just knowing you needed to get away.

"Y/N, stop!" Sam's voice sounded through your panicked haze, at the same time you felt something hit the back of your legs and you fell down, your descent stopped suddenly. Your heart beating out of your chest, you glanced behind you, your worst fears confirmed. During your panicked rush, you had run straight into the Devils trap, and landed right into Dean's lap. He was laughing hysterically, finding your terror extremely funny.

"Y/N, get up now." Sam said urgently from the edge of the trap.

"Now Y/N, why would you get up? The fun is just starting." Dean whispered into your ear, his head tilting down until his breath brushed your neck and you felt goosebumps start to raise.

You wanted to move, to follow Sam's orders, but you couldn't get your limbs moving, you were too scared.

"Y/N, I didn't mean to scare you, please come on. He's strapped to the chair, he can't hurt you. Just stand up. Please." Sam said, holding his hand out.

"Well if I can't hurt her, why aren't you moving into the trap Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Because she needs to do this herself." Sam told him, his sober hazel eyes never leaving yours.

You had calmed down a little bit, enough that you felt like you could move. Placing one foot in front of you, you placed your hand on the armrest, getting ready to push off and run. Before you could move, a hand clasped around your wrist, and you shrieked. Looking down, you saw Dean had just enough leeway to turn his hand in the restraint and grab your wrist tightly.

"Dean let her go!" Sam yelled.

Dean just laughed. "You told her I couldn't hurt her. I just wanted to show her how wrong you were." Dean said before biting down on your neck, earning a painful scream from you.