the cold water jerked you awake almost immediately. your head snapped up, noting the devils trap painted beneath you as you do, eyes squinting at the torchlight being shined directly in your eyes. you tugged on the rope tying your hands and feet to the chair beneath you, head pounding. the last thing you remember is being smacked in the back of the head during a solo hunt and now you wake up in this inconspicuous warehouse. you squint further against the torchlight trying to make out the two figures behind it, this can't be good.

"why don't you shine another and burn both of my retinas." you grumble and flash a cocky, tight-lipped smile. to which the torch-holder scoffs and lowers the torch slightly, enough so you can finally identify the kidnappers. your jaw falls open as you see your hunting partners before you and confusion clouds your judgment.

"what the hell do you think you guys are doing? your incredulous tone echoed through the room.

"so it's familiar with her mouthy attitude already." dean remarks to sam and the latter steps closer to you.

"i'll give you a chance to get the hell out of her before i use force. im feeling nice." sam threatens as he crouches down, now eye level with you.

understanding washes over you in a split second and you cant help the laugh that escapes you. "i'm not possessed, you idiots."

"we know better than to take a demons word, sweetheart." dean chimes in, cocking his head.