3 No Escape

(e/c) eyes flutter open slowly, squinting at the pale yellow light embedded into the popcorn ceiling above. Her body basks in the warmth, lips parted slightly as her lungs intake shallow breaths of air. Stretching out her fingers against the soft comforter beneath them, she checks in with each of her body parts. Everything seems to have healed. Took longer than usually, but at least she was okay. Suddenly, the faint click of a lock echoes throughout the small room. (y/n) quickly shuts her eyes and forces her body to lay lifelessly on top of the spring mattress just as the door creaks open. Her ears strain to hear the hushed conversation as a pair of bodies enter the room

"Dean, we can't just keep her here-" The concerned filled voice moves from one side of the room to the other ,"-she needs medical attention!"

"You don't think I know that, Sam?" The one called Dean grumbles out in frustration, (y/n) can hear the sound of him opening the mini fridge ahead of her ,"Those police were on our asses, we have to lay low for a bit. We'll get her help tomorrow morning"

"What if she doesn't make it through the night?"

"Then she doesn't, Sam!" There's an uncomfortable silence that falls upon the room, she can feel their eyes trained on her body. A sigh fills the silence, the crack of a beer can opening following right after

"I want to help her as much as you do-" (y/n) can hear Dean slump down into a chair a few feet away ,"-but we have to worry about ourselves too, Sam. We can't risk getting thrown in the slammer right now."

"I know..." Sam's voice is gentle as his hazel eyes glance down towards her peaceful expression, guilt evident on his face ,"I just wish we could have gotten there sooner, you know? Maybe we could have saved her before she was like...this"

"We didn't know, Sammy, you can't blame yourself for that." There's a pause in the conversation before Dean speaks up again, standing up with a groan ,"You hungry?"

"I guess I could eat"

"I'll go get us some food-" The jingle of his car keys echoes faintly in the air as he opens the door ,"-go take a shower while I'm gone, you're covered in blood. We'll call Bobby when I get back."

"Fine, just be careful, Dean"

"Careful is my middle name"

With a light chuckle, he shuts the door strongly behind him. The low roar of an engine outside fades until the room is silent once more. Straining her ears to listen to the strangely quiet man a couple feet away from her, she breathes out a sigh of relief when she hears the faint click of the door to the bathroom. As soon as she can make out the faint rhythmic pitter of water from behind the door, she throws herself out of the bed.

"Sam and Dean-" She whispers the names out and furrows her eyebrows, (e/c) eyes scanning her surroundings. (y/n)'s breath gets caught in her throat ,"-Winchester"

On the table in the corner of the room, laid a duffel bag full of weapons she knew full well shouldn't be in their possession unless they really were the hunters she's heard too many stories about. She needed to get out of there and she needed to do it now. Striding over to the hotel's front door, she throws it open, body getting wrapped in a cool breeze as it passes through. With her body still caked in the now dirt colored blood from her healed wounds and her clothes barely hanging onto her form, she prays to whatever higher power out there that she'll make it through the night without being stopped. Without any hesitation, she makes a break for it through the parking lot, almost disappearing through the darkness as she continues her mad dash through the streets.

"Bitterroot Street..." Voicing the words written upon the green colored sign, her mind races with directions back to her apartment, a sense of relief washing over her at the way she knew Sioux Falls like the back of her hand. Continuing her sprint through the night, eyes adjusting to the darkness, she finally makes it back to her place.

"Key, key, key" Chanting the words, her hands frantically search her torn pants pocket, fingers grazing past nothing as her panicked eyes peer down each end of the dimly lit hallway.

"Screw it" With a huff, she grabs a hold of the door knob and pushes roughly against the wooden surface. With a loud crack, the door swings open easily from the force. Not wasting anymore time, she rushes inside and slams the wood behind her, legs carrying her to her bedroom with hurried steps.

"Clothes, money, id's" Making a list of the things she grabs as she throws them messily inside of a black duffel bag, (y/n) zips the pack up and tosses the sack onto her bed. Striding forward to her bathroom mirror, she examines her blood stained appearance through narrowed eyes. Grabbing a hold of a rag and soaking it underneath the steady stream of water from the faucet, she rubs roughly at the grime on her (s/c) skin. Rinsing the washcloth beneath the stream, she watches as the water tints red when it spirals down the drain. Throwing open her dresser drawers, she peels off the clothes clinging onto her skin and tosses them into the garbage can behind her door. Yanking on a baggy pair of black sweatpants and hoodie, she places a beanie on top of her messy (h/c) locks. If she wanted a clean getaway, she needed to be unnoticeable. Putting on a pair of matte leather gloves, she takes one final look around her home.

"Bye Sioux Falls, see you in 30 years" Snatching the duffel bag from her bed, she makes her way back outside with confident strides, never looking a second time to the apartment she grew to really like. The life she made here was one she enjoyed, but it was time to move on. Forcefully or not, she knew staying any longer would only put her in more danger.

"No attachments" whispering the mantra to herself, she lets her legs carry her to the bus station nearby, eyes constantly peering through every alleyway and face she passes. A part of her heart ached at the feeling of having to start over again, but the rest of her was determined to hop onto the dimly lit bus stationed ahead of her.

"Excuse me, sweetheart-" a rough hand lays itself firmly upon her shoulders, the man's friendly sounding voice masking a more sinister tone ,"My brother and I lost a friend of ours about an hour ago...Do you think you could help us find her?"

His fingers tighten their grip around her shoulder, tugging her towards the darkness of an alley a few feet away. Closing her eyes, she tries to control the frustration slowly building up inside of her. Lead into the more enclosed space, brick walls towering above her on either side, she sighs.

"Please, just let me go" She begs quietly, glancing towards the man beside her and meeting his green apple colored eyes, His lips pulling up into a cocky smirk. She remembers his name was Dean.

"Not until we figure out what you are, darling-"

Grabbing a firm hold of his arm, she runs her body up the wall with a speed he wasn't able to register right away. Pushing off with her legs, she shoves Dean forward with her sneakers. He hits the wall hard, a pained groan passing his lips as he slides down the rough brick. Landing back onto her feet, she makes a break for the other end of the alley, seeing a fire escape crawling it's way up the side of a building. Just as she's about to leap for the metal staircase, her body crashes into something hard.

"You're not going anywhere" her eyes widen in panic when she looks up, the sharp features of the man she remembered to be Sam illuminated beneath the streetlamp. Before she can react, a sharp sting erupts from the side of her neck. Needle. (y/n) watches helplessly as the man empties the contents of the needle into her veins, body growing limp as she begins to fall towards the asphalt. Just before she lands, she can feel the faint sensation of someone grabbing a hold of her arms. (e/c) eyes roll back into her head, body completely paralyzed as she fades out of consciousness.

"Sleep tight, Princess"

The world goes dark