SAM AND MIKA
Starting the drive back, he was grateful he knew how to drive Natâs car as it was a different feel to driving Baby. He let Anna lean into him none the less as he drove, noting how Natalia especially was being rather silent in the back whilst Mika kept a close eye on her, albeit discreetly. Yet in the pit of his stomach, he just knew it would be any moment when Nat would kick off and after this day and evening he wasnât sure he was particularly ready for it, or how it was all going to go down once Dean caught up to them. âIâm worried about it too honestly, Iâm just waiting for someone to kick off and I donât know if Iâm mentally prepared for itâ he replied to Anna quietly for almost fear of upsetting Natalia even more. Something told him there was so much more to this whole situation, he just didnât know what and it frustrated him that his sister never let him in and just closed them all out. He knew just as well as Dean and Mika did that she favoured himself out of himself and Dean so it hurt him greatly that she shut him out particularly. It seemed however that he wasnât quiet enough as he heard the familiar scoff from Natalia behind him, but no other words were exchanged....
The drive was absolute hell for him, and he had no doubts that it was uncomfortable for the others as well. Pulling up to the motel and pulling into the car park, he parked outside Nataliaâs room as the space was still empty, he found Nat didnât even wait for him to fully turn the ignition off before she dived out of the car and headed to her room, opening the door and walking in. Sam found himself sighing and running his hands through his hair after he pulled the keys out and put them in his pocket. âSheâs gotta open up...she canât keep doing this, itâll get her killedâ Mika said sadly, genuinely concerned for the young womanâs mental state. âI know, but you know what sheâs like, sheâll shut us out quicker than Dean can say âpieâ.â Sam countered.
âWell this time we donât let her shut us out. Because tonight was the last straw. She said she wouldnât get drunk, she promised Dean she wouldnât drink, but she still did. She let her guard drop which in turn made mine and Annaâs guard drop because we were too concerned about her.â She told him bluntly. âwhat do you mean?â he asked, turning to face her in the car seat, âshe got drunk and got close to Cason.....he kissed herâ she said, not wanting to snitch on Natalia but she saw no other way. It had to come out at some point and she knew Sam would nag until she told him the truth anyway. âwhat?!â he exclaimed, trying to stop his blood from boiling. With that he said no more and got out the car, and stormed into Nataliaâs room, leaving the door open for the girls.
NATALIA
âYou let Cason kiss you?!â Sam questioned Natalia angrily and a bit too loud. Natalia span round as her back was facing him initially as he came bounding into the room. âare you serious right now?! Thatâs what you wanna lecture me on?! And for the record Sam I didnât let him do anything okay?! I shoved him off when he made the move! You really think Iâd let some bloody demon get that close to me?! After everything Iâve gone through at the hands of his kind?! Iâm sorry but you donât get judge me!â She yelled back at him as she removed her hooded jacket, throwing it on her bed and not even paying attention to the signs that Cason had been in her room. âIâm not judging you Nat! Iâm worried about you! We all are! But you put everyone in that crypt at risk because youâre drunk and focused on Cason, who shall I remind you is already on bad terms with Dean!â Sam replied with a greatly raised voice. Mika had walked in behind him with Anna and placed her hand on Samâs shoulder, an action that Nat took as Mika picking sides. âoh what a damn surprise! You take the brotherâs side on this!â Nat practically spat. âIâm not taking sides Nat, Iâm trying to get you both to lower your voicesâ Mika replied quietly.
âLet me guess it was you who snitched on me! You need to keep your god damn nose out of my life! You may be dating my brother but that donât give you a damn right to police my life!â Natalia spat with drunken malice. Mika wanted to say something back but Natâs words just left her speechless. Nat at this point was on the brink of tears and like hell was she going to let the three of them see her cry. âdonât talk to her like that! Just open to us, please!â Sam scolded and begged of his baby sister. âIâll talk to her however I damn please!â she yelled at him before storming off into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, locking it. âNat come on!!â Sam called out, walking over to the bathroom and knocking on the door.
Nat just slid down the door after noting the dirt in the sink and knew Cason had been there. She held her head in her hands as everything overwhelmed her in her head, the alcohol making her head spin on top of it all. The tears then ran down her face, feeling lost, confused. She listened as Sam kept begging her to open the door but she just couldnât bring herself to. She even found herself wishing Cason was there to diffuse the situation, but then she hated herself for wishing that as she still had her negative feelings towards him because of what he was. Sam was trying for what felt like forever until he turned his head and saw Dean opening the door. âsheâs locked herself in the bathroom and refuses to come outâ he explained to his brother. âTell Dean to sod off!!â Natalia shouted through the door, not in the mood for Deanâs scolding either. âyou know he ainât gonna do that Nat! Neither are the rest of us!â he countered truthfully.
She knew he was right, they were being even more stubborn than normal and deep down she knew it was pointless in trying to avoid the big conversation for much longer. Yet she held off for as long as possible before she couldnât anymore. She slowly climbed back onto her feet from the floor and walked over to the sink, turning the tap on and splashing her face to try and sober up. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a few moments before slowly walking to the door and unlocking it which caused Sam to step back. Natalia then slowly opened the door and stepped outside, sitting at the table that previously had Casonâs jacket on. Sam was about to speak but Natalia stopped him before he could actually speak. âfirstly...Iâm sorry for making you Mika and Anna drop your guard because of me. I let Cason convince me to drink even though I promised I wouldnât. I guess...I guess I thought it would make having to work with him all the more easier to accept...â she began, refusing to look at any of them. She just stared at her feet the entire time so she could actually get her words out without stumbling too much.
âI know every hunter has their.....issues with demons but mine runs deeper than any of yours. It was demons who ran that institute, took it over and ran it as some torture chamber. Sending me there was thought to be the right decision....we all know anyone outside of this world would think of us insane, so I donât blame my adopted family for making that decision...but once there it went from bad to worse every day..â she began explaining, trying so hard not to cry and muffle her words all over again. âit started off as mind games, pretending theyâre human, theyâre friends so to speak....saying theyâre there to help me. I just had to talk...but I didnât know them, I didnât trust them with my story. Then they got impatient. Drugs started getting pumped into me....relaxants to make me loose tongued, drugs to make me sleep so they could chain me to the sorry excuse of a bed in my room at night, so I wouldnât try and escape...all kinds of shit. Then it got worse than that, they started locking, literally, me into ice baths for an hour at a time to begin with, only unlocking me and taking me out when I was close to hyperthermia. One time my heart stopped, was considered dead for a whole minute and they had to revive me just to do it all over again the next day.â She said, struggling to get the words out of her mouth.
âIce baths then turned into electroshock therapy. Chained to a chair, electrodes all over me, shocking me in the head and chest, only comfort I got was the bite gag in my mouth to stop me from swallowing my tongue. They were convinced I knew about the whole Winchester family the moment someone found out my real father was John. But I didnât and no matter how many times I begged them to stop because I didnât know any Winchester other than dad, they amped up the wattage. Nothing I said or did was right to them...â by this point she was crying all over again.
âif it wasnât ice baths or electroshock therapy, they were tying me to chairs, slicing through any part of me they wanted to try and make me talk. Healed me up then started all over again. One time they even whipped me for kicks, whipped me so hard the scars youâve seen today are my reminder of it. Then there this was one guy, who pretended to be on my side the whole time. That was almost worse than the physical torture. He falsely planted in my head the chances of hope of freedom. Said it would be over soon, that if I said quite literally anything it would set me free...but it didnât work. I lied to and try an earn my freedom, but they researched my words, found out I lied and as punishment starved me until I could barely hold my head up or walk then burned me at the nape of my neck with a live wire. Yet I kept hoping dad would come for me, come save me from that hell but he never came. The only thing that ever came back for me was the torture, the pumping my bloodstream of drugs making me so docile I couldnât fight back. If it wasnât for you Dean, Sam...Iâd have never gotten out...Iââ but she couldnât go on.
The crying overtook her and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. As she finally opened up what she endured, it all flashed through her mind like she was watching it on a TV screen. She hoped now it was all out in the open, they would finally understand why she was so flippant with Cason, why she was so adamant on not telling Dean and Sam what they had truly saved her from all that time ago. She still couldnât look any of them in the eye so she couldnât see the pure look of horror and sadness on their faces.