What Are You?

Eyelids flying open, (e/c) eyes search her surroundings in a panic, lips parted as (y/n) takes in frantic breaths of air. Glancing down, she hisses in frustration at the sight of her legs and arms bound to a chair, iron cuffs around her wrists and ankles. A burning sensation makes its way up her arm, the faint sizzle of her skin filling the cool air. Letting her eyes wander around the room, she notes the massive devils trap painted onto the concrete beneath her and the cage of weapons to her side. Sniffing the air, she takes in the strong metallic scent around her, nose scrunching up in discomfort. Iron walls. Suddenly, the loud screech of metal against metal fills her ears. The large door to her right glides open to reveal 2 familiar forms standing out in the darkened hallway. Her blood runs cold

"Finally awake, sweetheart?" Dean's stubbled face is illuminated beneath the fluorescent lights overhead when he slips into of the room, Sam following after.

"We have a few questions to ask you" Sam's voice is much gentler than Deans, but holds the same guarded tone. His hazel eyes look over her form, tall body leaning against a desk in the corner. (y/n) stays silent, head turning to avoid their intense gazes.

"What are you?" Dean's question comes out as more of a demand, his body turned away from her as he messes around with a few objects on a table in front of him. (y/n) continues to keep her mouth shut, gloved hands twisting around in the iron cuffs upon the realization that she could break free if she sacrificed the skin on her wrists and ankles.

"The silent treatment, huh?" Dean chuckles darkly, striding forward with a flask in one hand and bottle of salt in the other ,"Guess we'll just have to get out answers through experimentation"

Finally turning to face the man in front of her, she gasps slightly at the freezing water suddenly splashing across her face. She shivers at the feeling of the cold stream of liquid making its way down her hoodie. Meeting the pair of eyes staring at her in confusion, she spits out the water that made its way into her mouth. Dean, frustration evident on his features, yanks open the bottle of salt and grabs a hold of her jaw. Parting her lips from the force of his hold, he messily pours the salt into her mouth. Standing back, Sam and Dean watch with furrowed brows as she coughs the powder out. She chokes on the powerful taste, but is ultimately unaffected

"It's not a demon..." Sam sighs the revelation out tiredly, running a hand through his brown locks as he continues to study the girl.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock" Dean scoffs, turning to face his brother.

"Then...What is it?"

"Get Bobby down here, maybe he'll be able to figure it out"

Sam nods in agreement before leaving the room, his boots echoing down the halls as he makes his way up the stairs (y/n) can barely see through the open door. Turning to face Dean, still spitting out the ungodly amount of salt in her mouth, she meets his intense green eyes. She watches as he scans her form, gaze landing upon the faint smoke erupting from her exposed wrists.

"Iron hurts you" He states the fact, glancing back up to her (e/c) eyes to see she's no longer looking at him. Her lack of eye contact only confirms his statement.

"Dean!" Sam calls for his brother from outside of the room. He follows after the voice and (y/n) watches carefully as his form joins the other two standing outside of the doorway. They begin talking in hushed voices. This was her chance. Waiting a couple seconds until she's sure their attention is no longer on her, she begins to tug at the cuffs around her wrists. (y/n) bites her lip to muffle the pained cry threatening to escape her throat. Staring down at her bindings, she watches as the iron creaks beneath her strength, the exposed skin of her wrists peeling off of her flesh as she continues her tug of war. Unable to contain it any longer, an animal like scream tears at her throat as she rips the iron cuffs off of her hands. They fall to the concrete ground with a loud clang.

"What the hell-!" The 3 men standing outside of the room all snap their heads in the girls direction, eyes widening at the sight of her breaking free from her bindings. Watching with panicked eyes as they rush forward, she rips off one of her leather gloves with her teeth and reaches out her hand. A white hot flame erupts from her palm, shooting out towards the men. They all stop dead in their tracks, watching helplessly as a wall of boiling hot fire separates them from the girl.

"What monster can do that?" Dean turns to Bobby and Sam, all of them mirroring the same confusion in his own eyes. With their faces illuminated by the red glow of the flames before them, they watch as she finally breaks free from all of her bindings. Sam stares at her scared form, eyebrows furrowing as he begins to connect the dots.

"I know what it is..." He finally says, catching the attention of both Dean and Bobby who study the sharp features of his profile, hazel eyes never taking themselves off of the girl cowering before them

"You're a phoenix, aren't you?" He calls out to her, eyes widening when he sees her nod her head slowly. Dean and Bobby share a shocked look before returning their gaze upon the girl studying them through panicked (e/c) eyes.

"What's your name?" Sam softens his voice, hands in front of his body as he steps closer to the wall of flames. Dean watches his brother carefully, ready to grab a hold of him if he needs to.

"...(y/n)" her voice is gentle, but guarded. A kind smile tugs at Sam's lips upon seeing her body relax slightly.

"Okay, (y/n)-" Sam clears his throat nervously, eyeing the two men by his side before looking back to her ,"-we just want to talk"

"You don't want to talk to me-" She replies bitterly, muscles clenching beneath the skin where her jaw is ,"-you're hunters. I'm a monster. You just want to kill me like everybody else"

"Look, (y/n)-" Dean steps forward, his voice is not as gentle and Sam's, but she can tell he's trying ,"-you'd be able to gank us in the blink of an eye. We just want to know what happened, alright?"

"I promise, we won't try to hurt you again-" Sam reassures the girl, his tone comforting ,"-we thought you might've been a demon. It was a mistake, we know that now. Please, let's just talk."

Observing the faces of each of the men, (e/c) orbs staring deep into each of their eyes, she confirms that they're being truthful. With slight hesitation, she waves her hand tiredly towards the hot flames separating the two groups. They die down until all that's left is a black scorch mark across the length of the room. Bobby sighs in frustration at the sight. Sam and Dean share a relieved look

"I'll talk. What do you want to know?"