CHAPTER 2

Sleep alluded Y/N that night. She locked the door and pushed a chair under the knob. That look on Dean's face as he pushed the hair behind her ear haunted her every time she closed her eyes. She laid curled up in a ball, staring at the wall. Just when she thought she might actually drift off, a loud bang had her bolting upright in her bed. She sat there listening for what seemed like hours. But after just a minute she heard yelling.

"Goddammit Dean? What the hell?" Sam's scream sounded like it was right outside her door. More banging vibrated her door almost knocking over the chair that was propped up under the knob. It was then that she realized that Dean was banging on her bedroom door trying to get in.

"I just wanna talk to her Sammy. Mind your own business", Dean's low growl sounded inhuman. "Open the door Y/N. I just wanna say hi". He snickered the last word. "Come on, Y/N/N! Don't you wanna say hi to Uncle Dean?" She could almost see the sneer plastered across Dean's face. She trembled uncontrollably.

"Go away Dean!", Y/N screamed as she burst into tears. She started to hyperventilate as she scooted up to press her back to the headboard, seeming to try to disappear into the wall.

"Dean! What the fuck's the matter with you?", Sam hissed at his older brother behind the door. Sam tried to grab for Dean's arm and was shoved hard against the wall by his throat. "Dean!", Sam croaked then wheezed. Dean growled in Sam's face as his green eyes melted into pools of inky blackness. Sam's own hazel eyes went wide with fear and realization. Dean was a demon.

"Back the fuck off Sammy, or I will fuckin' gut you!" Dean squeezed a little tighter. Sam tried to pry Dean's hand loose, but his strength was unbelievable! Y/N heard Dean threaten Sam and, without thinking, she jumped from the bed, kicked the chair out of the way, and wrenched the door open.

"No Dean! STOP!! Leave him alone!!!", Y/N wailed. She grabbed Dean's arm that was holding Sam off his feet against the wall across from her door & vainly tried to yank Dean away. Dean slowly turned his head and glared at her with those black orbs. She screamed and slammed herself back against the wall next to her door.

"Now see what you did, Sammy?", Dean hissed low in Sam's ear. "You scared the little Bitch. But don't worry. I'm gonna take real good care of her". Dean chuckled at his own twisted joke. Sam saw Y/N shaking against the far wall over Dean's shoulder. He took a rasping breath before he wheezed out a single word at her.

"Run".

Y/N took off down the hall sobbing in abject terror. She heard muffled banging and grunting behind her, but was too scared to look back to see what was happening. She was too terrified to think straight. She just ran. But as she ran, she came to the realization that she had taken off down the hall in the wrong direction, putting Dean between her and the exit.

She was trapped.

Now as she trembled under Dean's bed, her guilt at leaving Sam alone with the demon ate at her. Was Sam dead? Had Dean left him bleeding and in pain somewhere? Just the image of Sam dangling from the wall under Dean's crushing grip made her cringe. She tried to push it to the back of her mind as she had more urgent matters to attend to at the moment. A demon was stalking her through the bunker and she knew that if he caught her, she was done. As if on cue, she heard that voice that chilled her floating down the hall and into the room where she hid.

"Oh, Sweet Cheeks!" Dean sang out in an overly sugary sweet voice that made Y/N's stomach turn. She saw his boots stop just outside his bedroom door and squeezed her eyes shut. "Come on out, baby! I'm not gonna hurtcha! I promise!" He snickered at that last line. He slowly crept into the room like a lion stalking an injured gazelle. "Are you in my closet?", Dean wondered aloud, yanking the closet door open. "Nope, not in there!" He scratched his head and tapped his chin with the flat of the blade. "Where could she have gone?" He was taunting her. He knew where she was and she knew he knew. He ran the sharp edge of the knife down his tongue before sheathing it back on his hip. In a blur, Dean was on his knees, yanking Y/N out from under the bed by her arm. He held her close to him by her wrists with a bruising grip. He leaned close to her ear with a wicked grin and whispered 3 words that shattered her world.

"Time to play".