TW: GORE AND TRAUMA

ten years. That’s how long you’ve been missing. And that’s how long you’ve been tortured by an unknown angel. They wanted information on Sam and Dean Winchester, but you were best friends. So why would you? You kept your mouth shut. Needles, knives, whips, hot steel, crowbars… it was a miracle you were breathing. Having to feed off your own flesh to stay alive to being burnt alive, or even blood extracted by needles for experiments. Now here you are, in a white room and chained to the wall with nothing but blood around you. You were stripped naked, your ripped clothes lying on the floor. Burnt skin, flesh ripped, bite marks and scarred skin that were still open and gushing. And multiple broken bones. The chains were the only thing keeping you up. It was a disgusting sight.

Sam and Dean had looked the whole time. But there wasn’t a trace. When they thought all hope was up, Castiel and Crowley offered their help. That was about 5 years ago. Fast forward to the present, they had a trace. One. Using this to their advantage… they found you. Dean kicked down the door with force, his blood boiling with unshed anger. But he froze in an instant when he saw your state. It made his heart drop. Sam, Crowley and Castiel soon ran in after Dean. Sam felt like crying, which was unusual for the usual serious man.