[b]NATALIA[/b]

Hearing that Cason said they needed to have a talk, just her and him made Nat wonder what on earth they could possibly need to talk about that was so important. She didn't remember Cason from the asylum despite having that weird sense of familiarity around him and what he did to defend her in front of her brothers. A dangerous move in her mind, but one he took nonetheless. ".....okay" she mumbled just about audibly enough for him to hear. She was just about aware of him coming closer to the bed, but she was just too exhausted and emotionally vulnerable to really care or move or even to possibly tell him not to go anywhere near her. Her mind was fully of contradictions in this moment, one part of her wanted him nowhere near her, wanted to swap him out for Sam, like she was used to, but a bigger part of her wanted him to stay, hold her, act like a human even though he wasn't. 

She felt his weight make the mattress dip as his knee was the first to go onto the bed, then felt the weight shift as he crawled up and sat upright on the bed beside her. Whilst she still remained un-moving from her position, she listened to him spiel words that she never thought would come out of his mouth. They sounded like something Sam would say to her, not Cason. She was trying so hard to compute that he was, infact, in his own way actually being caring. It surprised her so much that she didn't even flinch when he brushed strands of her hair away from her tear stained face with the back of his hand. It yet again felt familiar to her and she wished she could figure out it felt so familiar. 

Then when he was finished, she actually grimaced at how corny it was before actually breaking out the tiniest of smiles as he told her not to tell a soul he actually said what he said. "That was disgustingly corny Cas---" she sleepily began to tell him but she couldn't finish her sentence as exhaustion hit her and she fell asleep before his name finished falling from her lips. It didn't take her long to fall into a deep sleep, enough so that her hands had dropped from their tight grip from her cardigan and round her body, and fell lightly beside Cason. 

[i]"the girl put up a fight today" was heard in a foggy state of Natalia's well being as she got wheeled back to her room, hands tied to her wheelchair. "I'm surprised she has any fight left in her at this stage. I truly thought we had finally broken her" another foggy echo was heard in reply. She tried to make her mind more focused on what was happening, but her head hurt like a bitch. She felt like she could still feel the electrodes on the sides of her head, throbbing each and every vein and muscle and nerve in her head. It wasn't long before she found herself back strapped to her bed in her solo room. "water...." she gasped sluggish from the torture of the day. "You ain't getting a damn thing until you say where the damn Winchesters are" a voice spat back. 

Then she could have sworn someone else stepped in but it honestly felt like a dream until she felt water being gently poured into her mouth, fingers brushing her hair out of her face, off her temples as what she could only imagine, was an inspection of the severe dark bruising that was now evident on them. Seconds later she had passed out.[/i]

It wasn't the worst memory she had when sleeping, but then it went from sad to downright terrifying. Her body starting to shake and her voice beginning to whimper. "No...p-p-p-please...I...I don't know a...an...anything" she whimpered out in her sleep as the night terror took full control. 

[i]A slap across her face was felt, her skin stinging as it instantly turned red from the sharp contact. "You think we don't know how you hunters and Winchesters will lie through your teeth to save your own skin!?" a black eyed demon practically barked at her. Eyes as dark as the blackest night, dirty blonde hair being the only light she could see in the man standing before her. Blood splattered all over his scrubs from another victim of his. The victim that laid dead on the floor in a puddle of their own blood as it ran down the nearby drain. "I'm not a hunter! I...I don't know what you mean by hunter!" she cried, her only knowledge of a hunter being someone who hunted and killed animals. "liar!" the blonde demon yelled again, waving his hand to another demon in the now not so sterile room, causing them to walk over and with a sharp knife, carve into her stomach, making her yell in pain, tears streaming down her face. 

"You can make this stop by just telling us where John is!" the blonde told her, but Natalia couldn't speak anymore, the pain over taking her very being. "carve again!" he ordered to the other demon, to which they took great delight in doing so as the knife carved into her skin, following the natural curve of her hipbone and waist. The pain was so excruciating that Nat passed out, only to be woken moments later, healed up and for the torture to start all over again.[/i]

[b]MIKA AND SAM[/b]

Mika knew Dean wouldn't like the plan, hells, deep down she didn't like the idea. She was used to Natalia going to Sam for comfort and her refusing to let Cason leave was a change that surprised her, but she still was standing by what she said. She too was going to say something but when she saw Dean silence Anna so he could continue talking, she decided it wasn't even worth trying to speak up in this very moment. 

When the discussions were done between Anna and Dean, Mika simply nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "oh believe me, I don't trust him, but I trust in Nat and if he tried anything, even in this PTSD dip she's having, she will kick his ass out the room if he tried anything. I trust her to come to us when she's ready to and like we've all seen, he does seem strangely gentle around her. I can't help but feel like he knows something we all don't." she admitted, her eyes glancing back toward Nat's room, wondering if she was onto something or if it was her mind just playing tricks on her. 

"I also agree with Anna, this isn't the end of it but all we can do now is rest up and hope Nat becomes more open in the morning" she agreed, noticing how out all of them, Sam had been the most silent on the subject. She could only imagine that it was because he was purely worried for Natalia and he didn't know what to do with himself now he wasn't the one she was turning to. "Sam? any opinions on this?" she asked, snapping out of his thoughts. "uh, no. I agree with you all as I see all the points valid. I just don't like she's not coming to me like she usually does" he admitted. 

It was at that point, Duke had made his presence known and asked where Natalia was. Like Dean, he looked over Duke's appearance, wondering what on earth was going on for Duke to be in a towel, boots and his stetson. Also like Dean, he wasn't going to ask about the appearance and instead focus on giving the answers to Duke's questions. "There is tension. We were...kinda blew the lid off of Nat's PTSD mental wall due to Dean lecturing her about drinking on the job tonight." he started saying, running his hand through his hair with a sigh, letting his words sink before he began talking again before Duke could interrupt him. 

"Long story short, it turns out when we saved Nat from that asylum? The demons there had been torturing her for months...if not more. Electroshock therapy, out and out torture until she was close to death, starvation, ice bath shock therapy, if you can think of anything illegal and disgusting, it was done to her. All to get information on dad. I guess she had been struggling more than we all thought deep down and now she's in her room alone with Cason because she refuses to have anyone but him in there. We don't know why" he explained as best he could without choking up as he listed just some of the things that she went through. It made him sick to his stomach to say those words out loud about his baby sister. 

"So we've been discussing if it's a good idea to leave well and alone for the night and convince Dean not to go in there and just kill Cason out of principle" Mika added. "Which we have done, but none of this is sitting well with any of us" Sam said, getting the final word in. He knew Duke had a soft spot for Natalia in a brotherly manner and that usually meant, he was unpredictable as Dean could be when it came to keeping her safe. Sam knew even he could be reckless when it came to keeping her safe, but now they knew all of this and a demon was involved in keeping her safe and feeling safe over night? He couldn't say which way this news would go with Duke.