Knocked Out

The velvet black sky is dotted with painted white stars as the inky clouds make a slow roll across the horizon. (y/n) leans back against the red leather booth, finding herself anxiously watching the dark world beyond the smudged glass windows, warm yellow light pouring out across the large parking lot and illuminating the masses of truck-drivers congregating on the sidewalk. Sam wasn't here yet. The thought alone made her blood run cold. Yanking out the small cellular device from her back pocket, her (e/c) eyes almost frantically search the glowing screen. No messages either. Opening up the contacts list, she gently presses onto his name before holding the phone up to her ear. Straight to voicemail

"Sam-" She begins shakily, worry filled eyes scanning the semi-trucks parked near the back of the lot, "-it was fun winning, but now i'm getting a little scared that you aren't going to hold up your end of the deal. Call me back. Please"

Just as she's ending the message, a blonde waitress sets down a small mug of coffee onto the pale yellow table, talon like nails dancing along the glass. (y/n), noticing the movement, turns to watch as she gently slides the ceramic cup over to her

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry-" (y/n) smiles politely, nose picking up a faint, but familiar, smell, "-I didn't order any coffee..."

"It's on the house, sweetheart" A slightly seductive smile pulls at the woman's red painted lips, hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of (h/c) hair behind the girl's ear. (y/n) stares in wide-eyed shock as the woman walks away without another word. Something about her eyes reminded her of something.

"Huh..." Taking the cup into her palms, body instinctively seeping the warmth from the drink through her soft palms, she downs the dark liquid. Goosebumps almost immediately erupt onto her (s/c) skin. (e/c) eyes moving to glance down at the nearly empty mug, she finds a small pile of foamy grey powder. Her stomach turns

"No..." Just as the word passes her lips through a trembling breath, her vision suddenly blurry. The pale lights overhead cast blinding beams across her eyes as she frantically claws at her own throat, lungs no longer able to do their job. One thought passes her clouded mind as she struggles against the booth, the nearly empty diner offering no assistance as she let's out rasped cries for help.

She was drugged

Ketamine and Cherry meth

And just like a candle blown out by a passing breeze, the Phoenix falls into a deep sleep

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"(y/n)?"

A voice calls out through the darkness, the Phoenix's light flickering awake

"(y/n)!"

Worry-filled and familiar, the voice pleads gently with her, the girl groggily shifting in her chair. (e/c) eyes reveal themselves behind the fluttering of her eyelids, slumped body slowly able to lean back against the splintered wooden chair it was tied to. Mouth dry and head pounding, (y/n) let's her blurred gaze fall upon two shadowy figures beside her.

"(y/n), are you alright?" One of the muddled forms speaks, the girl able to pin the voice to a name through the cluttered expanses of her mind.

"I'm okay, Sammy" Her voice is barely a whisper, reassurance called out through a trembling chuckle. Vision finally clearing up, (y/n) meets the concerned gaze of the bloodied hunter, hands and legs bound to a chair similar to hers. Beside him was a scruffy looking man, face gaunt and pale as coagulated blood ran down the side of his neck. Seated in a semicircle on the cracked concrete of the abandoned looking factory, the three of them seem to be the only ones alive. Scattered across the floor were heaps of bodies, blood and flesh strewn across every empty surface.

"Got any idea what we're dealing with?" She finally asks, meeting Sam's worried gaze. The man beside him, looking as if he were about to pass out from blood loss, clears his throat lightly

"Vetalas, two of 'em" He sighs, eyelids barely able to stay open. (y/n), upon hearing the creatures name, finds herself letting out a huff of frustration

"Dammit, I knew she smelled familiar..."

"(y/n), what are you-?" Before Sam is able to finish his sentence, the three are suddenly snapping their heads to watch as a black-haired woman takes confident strides through the abandoned building, her pumps echoing across the concrete walls. (y/n) tiredly rests her head against the back of her chair, anger boiling in her veins

"It's just my lucky day today, isn't it? Hunter buffet-" She announces happily, painted lips pulling up to reveal a set of abnormally large fangs before she's turning her gaze onto the Phoenix bound in iron near the corner, "-and a reunion! I should try gambling-"

"Are you always this annoying?" Sam asks through gritted teeth, wrists twisting in the rope wrapped around them. The woman smiles bitterly

"Ask your pet-" She states casually, motioning to the girl slowly lifting her head up to meet her hatred filled gaze, "-she should know all about me, right?"

"Fuck-" (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes glow a deep cherry red, lips pulling back into a snarl as she leans forward, "-you"

"Is that any way to treat an old friend, (y/n)?"

"You're funny, you know that, Sally?" (y/n) chuckles darkly, glowing eyes trained intensely on the creature before her, "Of course, not as entertaining as...the pathetic cries of your sisters-"

"Shut up!"

"-when I ripped the skin and flesh-"

"Stop it!"

"-from their bones-"

Sam and the dying man beside him watch in horror as the woman leaps onto the bound Phoenix, screaming out in agony over the mention of her fallen family. Her fangs sink deep into the flesh of her neck, talon like fingernails digging themselves into the girl's eye, effectively tearing open the organ. Stepping away like an artist from her painting, the Vetala watches through misted eyes at the broken Phoenix before her. Blood pours out in rivers from the gaping holes in her face and neck.

"Keep talking about my sisters-" Sally warns through gritted teeth, wiping at the blood splattered across her face, "-and I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day again"

"It's cute how you think you can torture me again. You're a one trick pony, bitch, and you know it"

"Then how about we spice things up a little" Another voice cuts through the night air, the group all turning to watch as the blonde waitress from before strides out from the shadows. Moving towards Sam, struggling in his bindings, she smiles sweetly

"Marlene-" (y/n) stares at the woman through one narrowed eye, body tensing as she watches her move closer to him, "-I was wondering when you would crawl out"

"Careful, sweetheart-" She leans down to breath in Sam's ear, fangs glistening beneath the pale lights above, "-or else your friend here receives the punishment for your actions."

"Lay a single finger on him and I'll make sure you end up exactly like your sisters"

Almost like a child defying their parent, Marlene sinks her teeth into Sam's neck. He cries out in agony as she laps up the thick blood pouring from the torn flesh. Something seems to snap. Screaming out in a fit of rage, (y/n) uses all of her strength to pull at the iron cuffs around her wrists and ankles. The metal seemingly melts through her (s/c) skin, burning her flesh until she's able to finally rip the restraints off. The iron shatters. Like a lion set on hunting its prey, (y/n) crouches low to the ground, facing off with each woman as they circle her. Her hands and eyes glow a deep orange as she stares them down through her one narrowed eyes

"(y/n)! Sam!" Dean's voice is suddenly calling out to the group, the hunter storming into the room with a silver blade in his hand. Distracted by the hunter, body instinctively relaxing upon seeing him, (y/n) is roughly tackled to the concrete floor by Marlene. Her claws dig themselves into the Phoenix's scalp, cat-like eyes staring deep into hers. (y/n) can hear the boys struggling against Sally in the background

"For years, I dreamt of doing this, (y/n). Any last words?" Marlene whispers into (y/n)'s ear, nails tearing through the skin of her head until they reach bone.

"I hope those boys back there give you a one-way ticket to see your sisters" She whispers back through a bloodied smile. In one swift movement, the Vetala snaps the Phoenix's neck. A sickening crack fills the air. (y/n)'s vision slowly fades in and out as she lays limply against the concrete. The last thing she hears is the helpless cry of Sam before she's dead to the world for the 2nd time that day

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As if electrocuted by some invisible force, (y/n) bolts up from the hard mattress beneath her, chest heaving as she takes in shaking breaths of air her lungs were being deprived of while she was 'dead'. (e/c) eyes flying open to frantically search her surroundings, she finds herself in a dimly lit hotel room wearing clean clothes she remembers Sam wearing a few weeks before.

"(y/n)?" Dean's voice calls out to her quietly, the girl turning to meet his anxious gaze as he walks out of the small bathroom beside her. She finds her body relaxing in his presence

"Dean, hey...how long have I been out?"

"About a day or so."

"Jeez, I must be getting a bit rusty" (y/n) tries to joke, but she's caught off guard by the seriousness in the hunters face

"Tweety...you died"

"Yeah, I do that sometimes-"

"No, this isn't something to be casual about, (y/n)-" Dean's voice grows in intensity, a strange fragility hidden behind the frustration as he makes his way over to her bed, "-I told you that you needed to be more careful!"

"I-I'm sorry, Dean, I didn't know it would make you so upset..."

He roughly pulls her close to his body, hand in her (h/c) locks as he rests his chin on top of her head. He breathes in her soothing scent, closing his eyes as he sighs lightly

"I'm not upset" He reassures quietly, tenderly stroking her hair, "You're my sister, Tweets. Losing you to those Vetalas...Let's just say I'm pretty close to jumping into Sam's boat right about now"

(e/c) eyes snapping open, she pushes away from the hunter suddenly, soft lips parted slightly as she mulls over his words for a moment. Dean seems to understand her confusion, green eyed gaze casted down towards the floor

"What do you mean 'Sam's boat'?"

"Sam's been checked into a mental hospital..." Dean explains through a tired sigh, "...and it's not looking good"