Barely Escaping

The moon and stars, pulsating with light as if they were each beating hearts, shine above the passing clouds of ink. Glowing forms resting against a sky made of midnight velvet as the wind sings a sorrowful song through a cool breeze. (y/n), a gentle warmth embracing her body as she lays on the rough gravel beneath her, finds her (e/c) eyes stinging from the tears threatening to escape her lash line. Just a few hours ago, the girl was sitting in the back of a car with Dean's head in her lap as he slept off the effects of the turducken sandwich, laughing with Sam and Bobby as they told her stories about themselves to pass the time as they spied on Biggerson's. A bitter smile pulls at her lips, blood smearing across her teeth. How did she get here? Mangled body strewn across the rocks, intestines in a pathetic pile next to her, (y/n) lays in a pool of her own crimson colored blood. She couldn't move. The bones in her legs were shattered, skin stretched abnormally as the shards tried to escape her own flesh, and her hands had been torn off and thrown into the bushes a while ago. She was useless. She should have listened to them. She should have stayed put in the car with them instead of following that meat truck. She should have ran the second she smelled those horrible creatures. She should have done a lot of things, and yet here she was, facing the consequences of the Phoenix too obstinate to walk away.

"You're a stubborn little bird, aren't you?" Edgar's voice is chilling as it breaks through the cool night air, his boots crunching the gravel beneath his feet as he leisurely walks over to her battered body. Goosebumps rise across (y/n)'s bloodied skin, her misty eyes snapping to watch as the man stands above her.

"What can I say?" Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse as the words pass her chapped lips, "I'm loyal to my family...just as you are loyal to yours"

"Playing hero isn't going to get you anywhere-" Edgar kneels down beside her, voice dangerously low as he continues, "-tell me where the rats are hiding and I'll consider giving you a merciful death."

"...Screw...you..." Spitting out the blood she collected underneath her tongue, she watches with a smug smile as the scarlet colored liquid splatters across the man's stubbled face. He laughs. A haunting chuckle that fills the tense air around them as he uses the back of his hand to wipe away the blood in his eyes

"I gave you a fair trade, (y/n), I really did-" a terrifyingly large smile spreads across his lips as he suddenly grabs a painful hold onto the mangled flesh where her hand used to be, "-but I guess you've chosen to be our bait"

"Bait? They'll never fall for that, douchewad" She hisses, holding back the scream threatening to crawl out of her throat as he digs his fingers into the meat of her open wound.

"Those boys accepted you as their own-" He explains whilst still grasping firmly onto her limb, standing from his kneeling position, "-Even the angel seemed to take a liking to you. Whether you like it or not, your cries for help will bring them to us."

Before she's able to respond, he's suddenly placing his boot against the girls neck, watching with a smile as she chokes for air. Slowly applying more pressure to her windpipe, Edgar laughs at the tears now streaming down her cheeks, blood pouring from her parted lips as she struggles against his foot. In one swift movement, the monster yanks roughly onto the girl's arm, pulling her body towards him while her head is still pinned to the ground. With a sickening crack that fills the air, her neck snaps. Edgar smiles

"Sleep tight, little bird"

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The warm glow of the afternoon's sun as it rises above the trees seeps in through the sheer curtains of the window, comforting light bathing (y/n)'s bloodstained form as her (e/c) eyes flutter open. Every inch of her body aches with every trembling breath she takes in, (h/c) hair falling into her face as she hunches over helplessly in a pathetic effort to alleviate the pain. Leaning towards her knees, a burning sensation suddenly makes its way up her forearms. Her, now healed, hands were bound together. Iron cuffs and chains wrapping around her battered body, tethering her to the black marble floors beneath her feet. She was trapped. Chained up to a white leather chair in an unfamiliar office space and helpless. (y/n) couldn't help but tear up slightly, knowing this may be where she spends the rest of her life. Knowing she never got to say goodbye. Suddenly, the doors to the room swing open to reveal a professionally dressed man, a spine-chilling smile pulling at his thin lips as he takes confident strides into the office.

"You really don't die, do you little bird?" His voice is calm, the kind that demands the silence of a room without even trying. (y/n) finds herself shaking under his gaze, trying her hardest to seem unaffected, but failing miserably

"Sorry to disappoint" Her voice is painful to even hear, rasped and barely able to make it's way up her aching throat as she speaks. His face darkens upon hearing her words, calculating gaze never leaving her form as he stares unblinkingly into her misty (e/c) eyes

"Oh, It's not disappointing-" He reassures, reaching a hand towards her head, fingers barely grazing her skin as he pushes back a lock of bloodied hair from her face, "-it's amusing. A creature like you, able to feel pain, but never die? It excites the mind."

"So, I'm here for your creepy entertainment?"

"Entertainment is a perk, my little bird-" He sits back onto the smooth wooden surface of the desk behind him, leaning forward to place his thumb on her chin, index finger gently lifting her head to meet his tar black gaze, "-you're here to lead those Winchester boys into the palm of my hand."

"It won't work-" She puts as much confidence in her voice as she can muster, speaking through clenched teeth, "-I'm just another monster on their shit-list. They don't care about me"

"I beg to differ, (y/n)-" He chuckles, finally releasing his grasp on her chin, "-charming little desert like you? Even I'm having a hard time imagining having to let you go. Trust me, those boys will be here to try and get their pet back in no time!"

Just as the words pass his lips, the doors to his office suddenly swing open. There, struggling against a woman's arms, was Bobby. (y/n) almost can't believe it, (e/c) eyes tearing up as she watches him thrash and curse at the woman dragging him into the room

"Bobby!" She calls out to him, voice almost desperate as tears stream down her cheeks. His light eyes snap over to her broken form, eyebrows jumping up upon seeing the blood covering her body

"(y/n)..."

"And Bing-o was his name-o!" The man claps his hands together happily, singing the song as he takes a seat at his own desk. Bobby, face growing red as the anger inside him boils over, suddenly tries to lunge towards the man

"What did you do to her?!" He screams out in a fit of rage, his body easily held back by the small woman behind him. The man motions for him to sit in the chair across from him, smug smile pulling at his lips

"What had to be done to get you here. Sit." When the older hunter hesitates, (y/n) calls out to him again

"It's okay, Bobby-" She reassures shakily, almost begging with him to comply, "-I'm okay, I promise, just please...sit down."

With a pained sigh, the man finally takes a seat, body sinking into the leather as he glares daggers into the brown haired man before him. He smiles, folding his hands together

"Smart boy"

"So...you got Dick Roman" Bobby suddenly states, his light eyes scanning the man's suit clad form for a moment before meeting his coal black gaze again

"We can have whoever we want." Dick replies, voice filled with unwavering confidence as he speaks, "We could have you, for example. If you were the effort, of course"

"Oh, you're hurting my feelings"

"Well, it's a hard world, Bob-" Dick opens up a briefcase on his desk, (y/n) peeking through her bloodied locks of hair to find a silver gun pressed into a navy blue foam, "-it's an us-eat-dog world"

"What do you got there?" Bobby asks, carefully watching the man through narrowed eyes as he flips the small case over to show off his prize

"Winning bid at auction...beautiful, isn't it?" Dick pulls out the weapon, casually filling the cylinder with it's golden bullets, "Known for their peerless sighting. I imagine you appreciate guns, yes?"

"I'd appreciate one right about now" Bobby grumbles in response, earning an amused smile from Dick as he dangerously fiddles with the trigger

"Love that fire, Bob, I really do, but I mean the machine. The idea. Just one of your species' most inspired inventions. I mean it, I really think you guys have spunk. You're like a planet of just the cutest little engines that could, but, like the late, great, actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he'd kick out of the presidential suite...cute don't quite hack it, sugar."

Dick makes his way to the front of his desk, kneeling down beside Bobby's chair. (y/n) watches helplessly as he suddenly cocks the gun, body trembling at the horrifying thought of having to lose the hunter without her being able to do anything about it. Bobby, however, seems unfazed, light eyes still challenging as they stare down Dick

"Let's just cut to the chase-" He replies snarkily, body somehow calm as he stares down the barrel of the gun, "-I clearly ain't worth the extra time I'm getting here."

"I'm gonna eat you, Bob-" Dick explains darkly, a chilling smile spreading across his face, "-but I like my meals prepared. Besides, holding on to you could pay big dividends!"

"What are you jabbering about?"

"Those boys will have to come here to rescue their damsels, Bob. They'll fall right into my hands."

"Nah-" Bobby argues, trying to keep his confidence, "-they're too smart. They wouldn't risk their lives getting us back"

"Strange...I was hearing those exact words-" He turns towards the girl still chained helplessly to her chair, chuckling, "-just moments before you were dragged in, Bob"

Suddenly, the air is filled with the faint sounds of pain filled screams, all of their heads turning to stare at the wooden doors to his office. Dick laughs, placing his gun back into his case before taking confident strides towards the front of his office

"And the day just keeps getting better!" He announces happily before abruptly turning on his heels to address Bobby in a low voice, "I'd stay in that chair, old-timer"

Without waiting for a response, the man is out of the door, closing them with a chilling finality as his footsteps echo against the hallways outside. As soon as he can't hear him anymore, Bobby is leaping up from his chair and rushing to (y/n)'s side

"Bobby, please-" she begs him through hushed whispers, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she helplessly watches him tug at her bindings, "-just go! They could come back any minute-"

"You think I'm just gonna leave you behind, (y/n)?" Bobby argues, hands working fast to try and slip the chains from her bloodied form, "It'll be a cold day in hell before I let them hurt you again."

"I'm fine, Bobby, I'll be fine-"

"We saw your guts strewn across that parking lot, (y/n)! We're not letting you stay here another second, I'm not letting you stay here-"

"I can handle them, dammit! You can't!" She cries out, desperate to get him to leave before Dick Roman comes back and eats him, "For fucks sake, please! You're wasting too much time! Run away, help the boys before he kills you all!"

"This isn't up for discussion!" Bobby suddenly barks back, light eyes meeting her for the first time before he softens his voice, "I don't want to lose you, (y/n), not yet"

Reaching up his hand, he gently caresses her face in his palm, calloused thumb feather-light against her skin as he wipes away the steady stream of tears escaping her (e/c) eyes as they flutter shut. It was a moment that was going to be engraved in both of their souls for the rest of their lives. A moment between a monster too scared to lose a man she grew to love as a father, and a man too stubborn to let go of a monster he grew to love as a daughter. Bobby smiles lightly, removing his hand from her face and focusing his attention back onto the thick chains around her body

"Now stop your sniffling and help me get this chain off of ya"

Chuckling lightly, (y/n) is quick to obey him, using what little strength she had to worm her way out of the tight bindings. With Bobby's help, she's finally free. Without speaking, the hunter leaves the girl to tend to her wounds, body rushing over to the desk to messily snoop through the manila folders strewn across it's wooden surface.

"Bobby, if we're gonna go-" (y/n) glances nervously towards the doors, ears straining to listen to any movement from outside, "-we have to go now"

Just as the words leave her lips, the doors crash open with a thundering crack, the small woman from before striding into the small office with a smile that could kill. (y/n) watches as she begins to run towards Bobby, impossibly fast in her pumps

"Bobby!" crying out his name, (y/n) lunges forward, successfully able to tackle the woman to the ground before she's able to get to the hunter. Jumping into action, the man grab a hold of the gun Dick so kindly loaded earlier

"Roll off!" He demanded abruptly, the girl quickly responding. Pushing her body away from the woman still somewhat dazed from her fall, (y/n) rolls to the side just as Bobby fires a few rounds into her head. The woman, although still alive, is out for the count for a minute or so. The minute they need to escape.

"We have to go-" He yanks the girl from the ground, body moving towards the open doors, "-come on!"

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"Sam, that is not how we communicate from a place of yes..." Dick Roman, cornering the younger hunter between two towering walls of boxes, wipes away the borax solution that momentarily corroded his face, "That was bracing! Where'd you kids find this stuff?"

"Hey, asshole!" (y/n)'s voice suddenly fills the air, the pair turning to watch as the girl emerges from behind one of the shelves, Bobby at her side with his borrowed gun raised directly at Dick.

"Why you little-"

His words are cut off by the ear splitting bangs of the revolver, the golden bullets making their new home in the man's chest. This only seems to agitate him, dark smile pulling at his lips as he stares down the pair

"You two morons really thought that was going to work?"

"No-" (y/n) smiles, (e/c) eyes challenging the man before them as she continues, "-we just needed to distract you"

Before he can respond, a wall of strong smelling borax solution suddenly comes crashing down onto the man, animal-like wails leaving his lips as his flesh melts beneath the touch of the cleaning product. Dean, tossing the now empty bucket aside, grabs a hold of Sam and rushes towards the pair still standing a few feet away from the writhing monster

"Go, go, go!" Dean barks out, (y/n) and Bobby finally snapping out of their frozen state and rushing to follow after the pair. Sam and Dean push through the thick metal door blocking their exit, bodies quick to jump into the van. (y/n), on their heels, suddenly stops. Turning around she finds that Bobby is no longer behind her, (e/c) eyes frantically searching for any sign of the hunter

"Bobby!" She screams out his name, not caring that she could be heard, "Bobby!"

"(y/n)!" His voice echoes throughout the large warehouse, the girl spotting his form as he slides out from behind one of the semi-trucks parked between the shelves. Body instinctively responding to his desperate voice, she begins to sprint towards the man. Legs carrying her the entire distance before she's grasping onto his vest to drag him towards the door. Just as she's tugging him forward though, the deafening bang of a gun suddenly cuts through the air. The world seems to slow down. Turning around, the girl's eyes widen in horrified shock upon seeing the man's body slowly collapse into itself, eyes rolling back into his head as he falls

"Bobby?" Her voice is barely a whisper, hands reaching out to embrace the hunter before he's able to hit the ground, "Bobby, we have to go, what are you doing?"

Her fingers dig themselves into the soft material of his vest, her chest shaking as she hugs the man close to her own body. The world went silent around her. A chilling silence that seemed to freeze the fire beneath her skin.

"This isn't funny, Bobby-" She whispers into his graying hair, lips trembling as tears run down her face, "-I'm serious, I don't like this stupid joke, stop it right now or I swear..."

"(y/n)? What the hell are you doing-?" Dean's voice breaks the still air around the girl, her watering eyes slowly meeting his shocked gaze. Sam is quick to join his brother's side, the younger hunter staring down at the scene before him. There was Bobby, blood pouring out of a bullet hole through his head, lying lifelessly in the girl's arms.

"Bobby...?"

"Stop them!" Dick Romans form suddenly emerges from behind one of the towering shelves ahead, the army of Leviathan behind him as he raises his gun towards the group. It's as if in that exact moment, seeing the monster that shot down the man she called family, (y/n) snapped. Standing from her spot on the ground, gingerly handing the lifeless man in her arms over to the Winchester brothers, she lowers her voice

"Get him to a hospital"

"But, (y/n)-"

"Go!"

Not waiting for an answer, the girl turns back towards the growing crowd of monsters on the other end of the warehouse, her eyes glowing a dangerous white as her body begins to slowly rise into the air. The Leviathans watch as the girl's body begins to burn from the inside out, skin charring and splitting apart to reveal rivers of lava running through her flesh. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, (y/n)'s true form breaks free of it's human shell, hands and fingers turning into wings and talons as plumes of black smoke escape her mouth. She was as magnificent as she was horrifying, not quite strong enough to fully transform, but powerful enough to fight back. Pulling her lips back into a snarl she let's forth a blinding white inferno, wrathful flames building a thick wall between the Phoenix and the monsters before it. The blaze grew to impossible heights, ribbons of the metal-melting heat reaching up to touch the ceilings as she peered through the dancing flames. She knew she couldn't kill the Leviathans, but she had to keep them away from the boys as they made their escape. Her plan wasn't revenge, she knew she wasn't powerful enough for that and the fact was practically killing her. Suddenly, her eyes meet Dick Romans. His face is illuminated by the bright glow of the fire raging between them, a menacing smile pulling at his lips as they watch each other

"Go on, little bird-" He calls out to her, eyes never leaving hers as the flames cast haunting shadows across his form "-better race to the hospital to say your goodbyes...

...I have impeccable aim"