"Brigid!" You exclaimed, more than glad to see your Goddess had found you. She was standing in the doorway, a beautiful smile on her face as she stared at Dean.

"Yes Y/N, I've come to save you. But it seems like you led me to an interesting specimen of a man." She whispered, reaching forward to run her hand along Dean's chest, but he pulled back, holding the gun up high.

"Don't you be getting any ideas." He warned, as you stepped forward, making your way to Brigid, her pull even stronger now that you were back at her side.

"I don't need ideas. I have legends and rituals." She purred, taking another step towards him, his gun doing nothing to deter her.

"Y/N, I knew you would bring me to the right man. He is strong, and smart, and empathetic as well. He will do nicely." She praised you before turning her icy cold gaze back to Dean. He was glancing between the two of you, his gun wavering slightly as he fought an unseen force. Soon, it became too much, and the gun flew from his hand, cracking against the wall, the shot going wild.

"Damn it Y/N. You're strong. Fight her control on you and get us out of this mess!" Dean yelled, unable to move.

Brigid walked over to you, rubbing her hand soothingly against your cheek. "But Y/N doesn't want to fight my control. She enjoys it. Not having to feel, or worry about other people. It's a welcome relief, isn't it Y/N?"

"Yes Brigid." You answered, watching as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Now, I know there was another man with you. The one you so unselfishly saved earlier. Where is he?" She asked, moving back towards Dean, her hand running down his chest even though he tried to fight against it.

"He went to research how to kill you. Should be back soon." You informed her.

With a crook of her finger, Dean had no choice but to follow her. Out of the hotel room, past his shiny black car he followed her, fighting every step of the way. After making sure the door was shut and locked, you stayed behind them, watching as Brigid made her way to the edge of the street. As soon as she stopped, a gleaming black limousine pulled up, the back door opening.

"I'm thinking we should leave this town behind." She said as she made Dean climb inside. Stepping into the limousine, you watched as she made Dean sit down towards the front, as far away from the exits as possible.

"What are you going to do with him?" You asked, watching as he continued to struggle against her hold on him. You didn't really care, but a part of you still seemed concerned about his welfare.

"I am going to test him. Make sure he's what I'm looking for. Then, I will bring him back to my castle where we will live happy, with lots of little gods and goddesses running around." She explained in that icy smooth voice of hers.

"Hell no crazy lady." Dean spat. "There's no way I'm going anywhere with you."

"You already are." She answered simply. "As for you." She started, turning her attention to you. "We will see how loyal you are, and maybe you can join us."

Settling in for the car ride, you glimpsed out the window, just in time to see Sam running down the street, his hair messed up as he looked both ways, trying to figure out where the two of you had gone. Noticing the limo, he ran that way, just as you rolled down the window, waving at him. Not sure why you had done it, maybe as a tease, or to give him a clue as to where you were going. Maybe a part of you still wanted to be away from Brigid, away from her hold on you, and her plan for Dean.

Once upon a time, before Brigid had taken her control over you, you would have fought to keep Dean safe. Would have gladly given up your own life to see his saved. And maybe, just maybe that was still hiding there deep inside you. Because as you sat there, watching her inch closer to Dean, her long, pale nails running up his thigh, across his chest to his plump lips, you still wanted to pull her away from him, growling mine.

"Y/N, you're scowling. Is there anything wrong?" Brigid asked, glancing at you curiously, sending calming thoughts your way. Minimizing the fact that you wanted to strangle her and save Dean. "Why is the window down?"

"Everything is fine. I just needed some air." You lied to her smoothly, relieved when she didn't question your loyalty.

"Soon, we will be gone from this blasted city, and we can start the trials." She purred, almost sitting on top of Dean she was sitting so close.

"What trials?" Dean asked, his mouth tilted down in a frown as she kept her hand on his arm.

"To make sure you're an appropriate mate for me, of course!" She exclaimed as if it was something you all should have known. "But don't worry. Most of the trials are harmless. A couple are a lot of fun, and there are some at the end that are a tad bit dangerous, but I'm sure you'll pass through them with flying colors." She assured Dean.

"Who says I'll be there for the trials? Y/N and I are going to bust out of this place the first chance we get." Dean muttered, earning a frosty glare from her.

"Y/N is my pet. Willing to do anything I want, whenever I want. She will no longer listen to you. She doesn't care about you anymore."

"Y/N is stronger than you give her credit for." Dean insisted, staring your way as you sat by the door of the Limo, watching the conversation with interest.

"Watch and learn." She purred, turning her icy blue gaze your way. Suddenly, you could feel the hold on her returning tenfold. Unable to resist, you reached over, opening the door against the resistance of the wind.

"Y/N, stop!" Dean yelled, but you couldn't stop, no matter how much you wanted to. Unbuckling your seat belt, you leaned to the side, slowly siding yourself out of the seat. Before you knew it, the moving pavement was in your sight, and yet you couldn't stop.

"Please! Make her stop! I'll do anything you want, just keep her safe!" Dean pleaded, as half of your body was out of the car. One bump, or turn, and you would be falling to the ground, no doubt getting run over by the tires. There weren't even tears in your eyes, unable to feel scared, or sad, or anything.

"Fine. Y/N, stop." Brigid spoke, and you were finally able to pull yourself up. Slamming the door shut, you took deep gulping breaths, your eyes automatically searching out Dean's. His eyes were wide, full of fear for you, and it pulled at you, breaking the hold that Brigid had on you. Just a little bit, but it was a start.

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