MzHyde
'Flamebird'
LAKE WASHINGTON ASYLUM
Natalia Drake, a young 24 year old with dark hair and dark eyes with the jawline of her father- John Winchester. A girl who was as sane as most people in the world, most hunters in the world but low and behold found herself spending her second year in Lake Washington Asylum, a victim of her father's job, a job she didn't fully know existed...until she began seeing things in her dreams and recently, in the asylum. Things she couldn't deny that were indeed real , no matter how many drugs she got pumped into her against her will, or the torture they put her through. She knew things were normal in this place and she needed out but she wasn't sure how she was going to get out. She could barely lift her limbs off her uncomfortable bed, she was bleary eyed and numb, barely able to move and protest when two demons disguised as doctors came in and hoisted her into a wheelchair. A single tear slipped from her eyes as she knew what was to come now she was being moved, "You think tonight will be the night we actually information from this one?" the one walking to her side asked, an average heighted man with short scruffy dark hair and wearing scrubs. "I bloody hope so, I'm sick of tending to this bloody bitch, she's a pain in my ass when she's not heavily medicated" the shorter but stockier one pushing her replied in distain in his voice.
As always, the route she was being pushed took her down the corridor from her room, round to the left to the elevators and down to a sublevel where she was taken to a room, yanked roughly out of the wheelchair and strapped down onto another chair, a mouth guard roughly shoved into her mouth so she wouldn't bite down onto her tongue. Two probe handles were attached to either side of her temples and within moments, with no time for her to mentally prepare for the torture that was coming to her began- electricity shot through her mind and brain, muffled screams coming from her as her body violently shook from the currents running through her, the chair shaking in the process. The demons hoped for more information about how she's linked to John Winchester and if his sons knew of her, convinced she was keeping information from them, but truth was, she didn't know she had half brothers, she didn't know they were also hunters and that John had himself only recently died, albeit to save Dean Winchester. She just wished they would take what she had to say as her final answer, instead of pressing for info that wasn't even in her memory bank. If she knew she had brothers, she would pray to someone, something, anything to make them come save her.....little did she realise they were in fact on their way, just unknowingly saving their half sister........
Sam was in the passenger seat of Baby, Dean's precious impala '67 that he inherited from their father. They were nearing the point of their journey, the asylum that had been reportedly over taken by demons or so says the reports of paranormal enthuasts online. Only strange contradiction was that the asylum was meant to be abandoned and closed down since the year 1991, which was why the brothers knew it was worth checking out even if the reports did seem far fetched to the average person not in the hunting business. "If the map is right Dean, then it should just be up ahead here." Sam pointed out before folding up the map and putting it in the glovebox where it always sat. The drive was long and for quite a lot of it, quiet. Sure, they had music on in the background for a while but it still felt eerily silent, even for them. For some unknown reason to Sam, it felt different this time round, he never particularly liked the build up of adrenaline and nerves with each hunt, though he kept that underwraps in front of his brother, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to be drastically different with this hunt, even though it was merely demons yet again they were going in to face.
