The hit was hard enough that it knocked you off your feet, losing precious seconds as she took control of you, wrapping her arm around your throat, pressing a blade to your skin. "I could poison you, but that would be too easy. I want you to suffer, then have your lover boy kill you."

"You do know that we're not really together, right?" You wheezed, your head pounding from the hit it had taken. 

"That doesn't matter. I can see what's in your hearts, and the feelings he has for you. Wow, it's a shame he has them so deeply buried." She answered as she pulled you through the door. You glanced around, hoping there was someone to help you, but the walkway was empty as she pulled you to her car.

"Really? A car? I figured you would have had powers to transport us or something." You sassed, regretting it the moment she slammed your head into the door frame, knocking you unconscious.

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It was only a short time later you found yourself coming to, your head pounding immensely. The siren was parking her car in front of a small nondescript house. Nothing about this Siren seemed like what you would expect, and you could understand why she had survived so long. "Good, you're awake." She said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into her house. Pushing you past a nicely decorated living room, she shoved you into a chair in her kitchen, before grabbing a pair of handcuffs and locking your hands to the chair. "There, that should hold you. At least, until Dean get's here and finishes his job."

You could have easily stood up from the chair, making a run for the door while she was busy typing on her phone. But running from her now wouldn't solve the problem of Dean wanting to kill you. And from what you remembered, you needed the blood of the person spelled to kill the siren.

"There, he should be on his way." She said gleefully, rubbing her hands together. "Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun while we wait for him.

Pulling a knife from a drawer, she walked over to you, and that's when you struggled against the handcuffs, knocking the chair over, smacking your shoulder into the hard tile. "See, wasn't that a stupid move?" She scolded, easily picking up the chair and sitting you back up. Widening her legs, she plopped down on your lap, holding your bottom half still while she studied you.

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should have picked you instead of Dean." She murmured, running the knife along your cheek, not hard enough to draw blood. It was almost like it was foreplay for her. Her tongue between her teeth, she ran the blade over your mouth, before leaning forward, her lips inches away from yours. "I just might have to stop Dean from killing you. Keeping you as a pet sounds like much more fun." She whispered, before pressing her lips to yours, passing her poison into your system. Knowing you had only minutes before it started working, you struggled against her hold on you. 

Pulling back, you could see the lust in her eyes, as she brought the knife back to your cheek, making a clean slice. "I thought you wanted me as a pet?" You asked, wondering why she had cut you.

"A pet I can torture." She purred, making a cut on your other cheek as well, the knife soon covered in your blood. As she pulled it back, intent on kissing you again, you reared your head back, slamming it into hers with all of your might, knocking her off of your lap, where she landed in a heap on the floor. Watching her fall to the floor, you could feel the effects of her poison start to take control, an unresistable urge to do anything she asked. 

Knowing you probably had done nothing more than piss her off, you were surprised to see her staggering to her feet, the knife sticking out of her chest. Looking up at you, her eyes blown wide with shock, she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she fell to the floor. Dead.

As you stared down at her, you heard the front door rattling, before a breathless Sam came rushing into the room. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, looking between you and the Siren. "What the hell happened? I got the message she sent Dean, and came straight away."

As quickly as the poison had entered your system it faded away, leaving you with nothing more than a pounding headache from being knocked around a couple of times. "She was at my hotel when I woke up. Brought me back here, decided I would make a nice pet and poisoned me. But then she fell on her knife, a knife that had my blood on it, killing her. Probably the easiest hunt I've ever been on."

Pulling the key from her pocket, Sam quickly undid the handcuffs, helping you to your feet. Leaving her there, laying in a puddle of her own blood, Sam guided you out to the Impala. "Where's Dean?"

After Sam had helped you inside, he answered. "Tied up in the bathroom. Hopefully he should be back to normal by now."

"Can we stop at my room first? All my stuff is there." You asked as Sam drove. Nodding, he pulled into the hotel you had stayed at last night.

Soon, your stuff was back in your possession, and Sam was making his way back towards the hotel. "Y/N, I know he tried to kill you, but please. Don't be too hard on him. It truly wasn't him." Sam said, trying to protect his brother.

"I know Sam. It's just, I'm not sure me being with the two of you is such a good idea anymore." You admitted. "Not because of this, I know it wasn't his fault. But it's always something, and Dean's never going to truly admit his feelings for me. Or if he does, he's never going to act on them. It's hard, being around a man you love, knowing that nothing will ever happen."

Sam turned his pained expression towards you as he turned off the engine. "Y/N, I will support whatever decision you decide is the best. Even though I won't like it. But please. Just give him a little more time, see if the stubborn idiot will finally realize what he's missing."

Nodding, you took a deep breath, wondering what you were going to find when you walked inside. If Dean would pretend nothing happened, or if this would push the two of you even farther apart. Sadly, you had a feeling Dean would be leaning towards the second option.