The room you were in seemed normal at first but there you were, tightly tied to a chair with a Devil's Trap painted under you but that was the thing, you weren't you, not really at least. You had been possessed just earlier that day and now was being used as a vessel by some monster, your head was pounding but you could tell there was another figure in the room, it was a man, though any attempt at calling out for him didn't seem to work and you could only hope that he was here to save you.

"You sons of bitches just always have to find ways to piss me and my brother off, huh?" Came Dean's voice but then there was another sound, another set of footsteps as yet another figure, presumably the man's brother, moved to another part of the room with something in his hand.

The demon inside only mocked further before Dean's hand reached for a small vial of what appeared to be just water but upon hitting your body, the demon didn't take so kindly to it, Dean had shown the creeature that he was not going to tolerate its attitude, the vial still in hand. "Know what this is? It's holy water but I guess you already know that by now." He smirked.

If this was going to be the only way you could be saved then so be it though you could only quietly hope you would come out of this alive even if it meant being mentally scarred, it was better than being dead but your head only pounded with more pain as the demon tried to stay in control. Dean let out an annoyed scoff before turning to his brother.

"Sam?" He asked as the other man in the room, now named Sam, handed him a book followed by something only heard by Dean.

"See this? This puppy is gonna send your ass right back to Hell where it belongs but first, Sammy here and I just wanna know why this person, I know you guys don't care but c'mon, enlighten us for a change. You guys love showing off after all and trying to prove you've got some kind of master plan so why not tell us? You're not exactly going anywhere so you might as well make yoursef comfortable."

He looked at you with that cocky confident grin of his. "And don't even try freeing yourself...besides, even if you did somehow untie yourself, your ass is stuck in that Devil's Trap," He mocked slightly gesturing his head to the large red sigil on the stone floor that did indeed keep the demon trapped both in it and in you. Surprisingly, it did give a reason as to why it chose you as its host but everything seemed so fuzzy, it was like only static was being forced into your ears and you just wanted it to stop, though perhaps you would ask either Dean or Sam when this was over what exactly the reason was if you remembered to.

"So, who you loyal to? Crowley? Lucifer? Some other dick we haven't heard of yet?" Dean gruffly asked. "We could do this all night you know but unlike you, my job isn't to torture some innocent person who got caught up in all of this." His green eyes then traversed down to the book Sam had given him and he began reading from it but the words he spoke were not of the English language instead he was speaking Latin and that seemed to be having some kind of effect because you could feel your body contort with pain as the demon yelled out in pain.

Your skin began to pale, the clammy feeling washing over your entire body, maybe this was it, maybe you were about to die, maybe the possession doubled with the exorcism was too much for you yet as Dean's determination to save you only continued, you realised you weren't dying it was just that it was your body becoming yours again, sweat formed on your forehead as you were now able to fend for yourself. Though the more you tried to regain what was rightfully yours, the demon still attempted to cling to what it believed should be its, a low guttural growl escaped your lips as the chair moved from side to side, As you fought back, you could see Sam and Dean more clearly now and they were it go down with Dean saying yet another phrase to make this all the more easier for you.

The entire thing hurt like Hell but you were not going to let this demon have its own way.