a demon had taken host of your body for an entire year. the things you'd done. they were unspeakable. you couldn't move your own body, watching as you committed horrendous acts and terrorised people. you'd killed so many people you'd lost count. but now, these winchester boys that you'd been after had.. saved you. your body was in shambles but it was saveable.

as the demon ripped its way out of your body, you went limp, blood spilling from your nose. the harsh voices of the boys had suddenly gone soft, and the hateful looks in their eyes had subsided, pitiful ones taking their place. they began to quickly untie the knots of the chair you were tied too.

"hey hey," sam gently spoke "its okay, you're okay."

"we've got you," dean chimed, in the same soft tone.

they lifted you onto the floor, instructing bobby to call 911 and grab some blankets.

"a year." you heard yourself croak out, not having used your own voice in so long, as the boys crowded around you; sam supporting your head and dean gently rubbing his thumb in idle circles on your leg.