Supernatural One shots

Sibling fight

"You are such a god damn dick!" You yelled at Dean as he took a swig of his beer.
"I'm a dick? God y/n you are such a dumb bitch! Do you ever stop to think we risk our life's for each other and everyone else? You are so damn selfish," he yelled back as he stood in front of you.
Sam stood beside him and was agreeing with him the whole time. You turned around to walk away when you heard Dean call you a bitch. You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel. You walked up to Dean and slapped him as hard as you could in his face. Your brothers were just pushing you to your max. You turned back around and walked out of the door. You heard Sam and Dean coming after you, so you took off running and hid from their sights.
When you turned a corner into an ally way, you leaned against the brick wall that was behind you.
"Goddamn dicks," you muttered yourself and walked down the alleyway, going towards the bar that was on the other side.
A sudden figure stood in the alleyway in front if you. You felt where your demon knife would be, but it wasn't there. You kept walking and went past the figure. You kept sure of your surrounding and listened out for the man.
A sudden hand had wrapped around your neck and the other hand was cover your mouth. 'Shit' you thought to yourself. You looked back and saw the black eyes on the man. Demon. The man had hit you in the head, so hard that you passed out.
When you woke up, you were strapped to a chair, with handcuffs on both hands, and rope around your ankles. You looked up to see a man standing in front of you. You instantly recognized him.
"Crowley."
"Hello darling," he said with his British accent. "One of my buddies just found you out of in an alleyway and brought you to me. Well, since I said I want you, I'm glad you are here."
"What do you want from me?"
Crowley moved over to the tabled that was behind you. You couldn't see what he was doing, until a sudden sharp pain pierced along your back.
You screamed out and threw your head back. He took the knife that was in his hand and did a quick, long cut along your back. Crowley moved in front of you and did and cut along your chest.
Crowley smiled, as he put down the knife as he slipped on a thick leather glove. You looked at him as he moved to the fireplace. You saw him pick up a hot iron and walk towards you.
"This is already getting fun," he said as he pressed the hot iron along your arm. You screamed out in pain and closed your eyes. He then ran it along your other arm, as you screamed more.
Crowley had put the hot iron down and grabbed the knife again. He then Made a deep gash along your thigh.
After an hour of torture, you had finally passed out. Your body had blood dripping from everywhere, but you had became numb, when you stayed still.
With in four hours, you woke up to two hands on each side your face. "Y/n! Wake up!" You heard from a familiar voice. You looked into the face in front of you and saw it belonged to Sam.
"Sammy," you whispered lightly.
"Y/n you are going to be fine! Just stay still. We are gonna get you out of here," you heard him say, but you fell back asleep.
When you woke back up, you were laying in a hotel room. The same room you were in before. You tried to sit up, but had extreme pain in every part of your body.
"Don't try to move. Sammy fixed you up. I don't want you tearing your stitches," you heard Dean said as he sat beside you.
"Dean I'm so sorry," you whispered with a tear running down your cheek.
"No I am, I shouldn't have yelled and made you ran off. Just look what happened," Dean said as you saw guilt in his eyes.
You put your hand on his and looked at your brother, "don't blame yourself. I'm fine."
"You aren't fine! Look at you! I'm supposed to be protecting you and Sammy an this is what happened? It's my fault," Dean said as he closed his eyes.
You rubbed his arm and looked up to him, "you can't protect us forever."