Don't Go Eating My Heart

Torture Time

IMPORTANT: This is an AU and not part of the storyline you have been reading

This was something I wrote awhile ago and it just never got in to the story so now you guys get it as a random, end of the year update. Enjoy!

The Winchester's and Marley had finally seemed to come to terms with the other's existence, and with the exception of a few texts from Sam to Marley, there was no interaction or communication between them. They knew the basics about each other, and for the most part felt confident that if the other was summoned, that said party would show up and help. It was a strictly business relationship and to be quite honest it was a little boring. Especially for Marley's taste. So she decided it was time to spice stuff up and have some fun. Which clearly meant it was time for a little torture.

Currently the brothers were at one of the many Biggerson restaurants, this one was in Iowa, waiting on their food. Unbeknownst to them, their favorite wolf person was evilly plotting their demise as she pretended to be a chef in the back.

Ignoring the small detail of how she found them, because let's be honest it's really not beneath her to have planted a bug on Sam's phone, we are skipping to her current position of waiting for them to pick their food.

She knew the boys well enough to know their order was going to be one dish of something healthy and one that would surely cause heart failure in any normal human being. So when she saw the slip come back for a Chef Supreme Salad and a Bacon Cheeseburger (extra bacon obviously), she knew it was theirs. She watched as the order was made, planning her movements so that she was ready to pounce on the dishes before the waitress could.

Yes she was posing as a chef; no she was not going to make their food. She needed it to look normal and she wasn't exactly beating Bobby Flay in anything.

Once the dishes were set on the metal shelf where the servers got them, Marley snatched them back down and placed them on the prep table. Although it appeared that she was just finishing the order, she was actually drugging their food with diphenhydramine, a liquid sleeping aid. She put the drug on Sam's salad, allowing it to blend in with the caesar dressing, and on Dean's burger, where it blended in with the mustard. The drug would start kicking in in about an hour, allowing the brothers time to get back to the motel they were currently staying at.

Once she had placed the food back onto the metal shelf, Marley snuck out of the restaurant, without anyone noticing. As she waited for the boys to finish, she couldn't help but smirk to herself.

This was going to be fun.

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A little over an hour later, Marley picked a lock and waltzed into room 6 of the Sleezebag motel... okay maybe that wasn't the actual name, but it should've been.

She couldn't help but smirk at the sight in front of her. Sam was passed out on the table with a little bit of drool pooling on the book that his head was resting on, and Dean was laying on the bed in a very sprawled out position. Naturally she had been plotting ways to torture the two of them since the day they met, as was custom when meeting all new people.

Now, she could torture them together, after all they were each other's greatest weakness, no argument here, but she knew they also drew a certain strength from each other. So instead she decided to torture them separately in order to have a higher chance of acquiring the desired information, plus she wouldn't have to deal with the pesky threats Dean was sure to dream up for touching his little brother.

Marley wasn't gonna bother moving Sam since one, he was ginormous, and two he was already where she wanted him. Instead she walked over to Dean and looped her arms under his armpits before she dragged him off the bed with a thud. She gave a cursory glance out the door to make sure there were no witnesses to her "not really a crime but more so scandalous activity, that was probably, somehow, still not exactly legal" activity.