(Another long part! Mentions of Supernatural-esque magic and magical torture from the start.)

You had no idea how long you were kept in that one little room, bouncing between physical and emotional pain. "Why are you doing this?" you croaked out. The person you thought was your best friend turned a steely glare to you. "Because it's fun." You shook your head as another wave of pain hit you. You felt yourself beginning to break.

Of all the surprises in the world, this was one you never expected. Your lunch date had turned into days or even weeks of hell. Your "friend" was using magic to cause you physical pain that made you feel like your insides were being ripped out. You would have preferred to have another baby than continue. Then, she made your mind race with the most painful memories in your life. Over and over again until you could feel your resolve to stay alive slipping. The only thing keeping you going was the thought of your son.

"There has to be a reason," you hissed through the torturous sting. If you could get her talking, maybe you'd get a break from the pain for a few moments. Then you could think clearly. She turned on you again. Stepping toward you, she grabbed your chin. "Oh, there is. I'm enjoying this and, in the end, it'll draw out that pompous ass who killed my family." You knew exactly who she was talking about. Arthur.

"You won't get what you want," you gasped as the horrid memories returned. Struggling to keep the tears out of your voice, you continued, "He doesn't care about me. I was nothing but a distraction while he was here. He won't come for me." She looked down at her phone and smirked. "Oh, but he's already here."

Your brows furrowed and she turned her phone to you. You could see Arthur and two other men making their way into the house. You whispered Arthur's name. Y/BFF/N gave you a sickeningly sweet smile. "Now, be a good girl and call him in here." You shook your head adamantly. You refused to put Arthur in danger. You captor sighed, "Oh well. More fun for me." The physical pain was back, along with the memories. The hurt was so intense, you couldn't help but scream.

Arthur froze for a split second when he heard it. A scream that made his blood run cold. He glanced at the Winchesters, who nodded. "We'll follow your lead." Arthur followed the sound of the screams to a room in the back of the mostly abandoned house. He slowly opened the door, gun raised. You were in the middle of the room, strapped to a chair.

Arthur breathed your name and you shook your head frantically. "Go!" Before he could argue, Arthur felt himself being thrown against the wall and the Winchesters followed suit. Pinned by the witch's powers, the men could only watch as you started to scream again. "Hey!" Dean screamed, "Let her go!" The witch shook her head. "No, I don't think I will. I think I'll just keep torturing her until she finally dies while Mr. Brit here watches. That way, he can know what he feels like to watch everyone he loves die, just like I did."

Arthur's jaw clenched. He hated not being able to move. He could only stay there, helpless as the monster drew closer to you, chanting another spell. The screams you were emitting turned in shrieks of agony. Your head was thrown back and tears were rolling down your face and Arthur fought against the witch's hold. He needed to save you.

Everyone was focused on you for different reasons. It wasn't until your head finally rolled forward that the screams stopped. Arthur felt his heart pick up and his body began to shake against his will. He kept his face stoic. He couldn't let that witch know that she'd gotten to him. That you meant that much to him.

She turned to him with that same grin on her face. "What were you trying to do exactly? That woman means nothing to me," Arthur told her. He was proud that his voice hadn't betrayed him. All the training at Kendrick's was paying off in that moment. He had no idea that he was only serving to further anger the woman in front of him. Her hand raises and she began chanting yet another spell. Arthur closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Then, a shot rang out.

Arthur's eyes flew open as he sank back down to the floor. Standing in the doorway, gun in hand, was Y/S/N. His hand was shaking, but his face held an expression of determination. Arthur's gaze flicked over to the witch lying dead on the floor before traveling to you. "I-Is mom..." Y/S/N started to ask. Dean walked over to the boy and carefully took the gun while Arthur made his way over to you.

HIs hands were shaking as he took your face in them. He whispered your name and your eyes flickered open for a brief second. At least you were alive. Arthur quickly unstrapped you and lifted you into his arms. "I'm taking her to the base," he told the Winchesters. Without waiting for an answer, Arthur carried you out to his car. Y/S/N followed behind. "I want to stay with my mom."

Once you and Y/S/N were situated, Arthur turned to the Winchesters. His tongue felt heavy as he opened his mouth to speak. "Thank you." They nodded. "Look, give Y/N our numbers. When she's feeling up to it, let her know she can call us anytime she needs help. Especially after you and your pals leave." Arthur frowned, but nodded anyway. There was no time to argue with them. Instead, he climbed into the driver's seat and drove back to the British Men of Letters base.

"I thought I told you to stay in the car," Arthur finally said to his son. Y/S/N didn't respond. He looked out the window. After several minutes, he finally answered, "I got scared. I heard Mom screaming." Arthur sighed. "I'm sorry, Dad." Arthur wanted to pull the car over, but it was imperative to get you back to the base. "You saved your mother, Y/S/N. And you saved the Winchesters and myself. That is nothing to apologize for."

"You gave my son a gun?" your groggy voice came from the back seat. Arthur eyed you through the rearview mirror. "No, he didn't. He left it in the car. He told me to stay. But Mom! I saw a witch! A real witch! It was so COOL!" You groaned and attempted to sit up. "Lay down, Y/N," Arthur ordered sharply, earning a glare from you. "Please," he added softly. You laid down and were silent until you got to the base, where you reluctantly let Arthur help you inside. Arthur carried you to the infirmary and got Y/S/N settled with Mick.

"Thank you, Arthur," you told him when you were finally alone, "You didn't have to come for me." Arthur almost reached out and took your hand, but thought better of it. "Yes I did. When the Winchesters appeared with Y/S/N, I knew I had no choice. I'm not fit to raise the boy. We both know that."

You laughed softly, bitterly. "Of course." Arthur straightened up in his chair. "Arthur, you don't have to lie to me. I know you better than anyone, remember?" The frown on his face deepened, if that was possible. For a moment, he didn't respond. He couldn't because you were right. You did know him better than anyone. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he spoke again. "It was my fault."

You stared openly at him. It wasn't like Arthur to admit when he was in the wrong. Ever. "Arthur-" you started, but he cut you off. "My son told me as much. As did that monster that took you from him. I left you unprotected." You shook your head. "No you didn't. You taught me what I needed to know. I have Devil's Traps all over the house. I keep holy water, salt, and silver near me. I even have a panic room for Y/S/N. And, as much as I hate the fact that you let him hold a gun, you taught Y/S/N to shoot. You didn't leave us defenseless."

Arthur just sat there, processing what you said. Even after how poorly he'd treated you in the end, you still thought so highly of him. He didn't understand it and that made him uncomfortable. He didn't handle the unknown well. He needed to change the subject and quickly. "Speaking of Y/S/N, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" The look you gave him said that you wanted to slap him across the face.

"I didn't know I was when you left. And when I found out, I made the choice not to try and find you. I was a 'distraction', remember? A passing fancy." Arthur felt the sting of your words as if you really had slapped him. He didn't flinch though. He refused to crumble now. "He's my son, Y/N!" he cried, showing his discomfort and emotion the only way he knew how. With hostility.

"No, he isn't. You may be his father, but he is my son! I gave birth to him. I have raised him by myself for the last eleven years. I changed every diaper, soothed every fever, calmed every nightmare." The tension in the room was rising and both of you were glad Y/S/N wasn't there. "Because I didn't know he existed!"

"Whose fault is that?! I'm not the one who left and broke off all contact, Arthur! That was on you, not me!" You were yelling now, which wasn't doing your broken and battered body any favors. As you yelled at him, Arthur saw the fire that had drawn him to you all those years ago. He had to resist every fiber in his body that was screaming for him to kiss you. He knew that wouldn't end well. You were far too angry.

Suddenly, you stopped yelling and sighed. "I don't want to fight," you told him softly before continuing, "It's not going to solve this and I've been through enough trauma the past few days." You glanced up at him with tears in your eyes. "Despite everything, I still feel something for your Arthur. You are my son's father. Now that you know about him, the choice is yours. You can choose to leave again and let us go back to the way we were. Or you can choose to stay in Y/S/N's life. But I will tell you this; if you choose to stay, you will not hurt him the way you hurt me or you will never see either of us again."

Arthur looked at you in disbelief. You were giving a choice. A choice for a second chance to maybe make things right with you and chance to get to know his son. Or, he could stay with the British Men of Letters and continue to do what he did best. Killing things. "As soon as I can, I'm taking Y/S/N back home. Take some time to think about what you want, Arthur. We'll wait for an answer."

Arthur hadn't said a single word. After so long with the British Men of Letters, it had become the only thing Arthur had ever known until he met you. How on earth was he ever going to choose? What if he made the wrong choice in the long run? He took a moment to gather his thoughts. Then, he opened his mouth to speak. "I-" His words were stopped by another voice. "So it is true." Arthur shuddered at the voice he knew well. His gaze flicked over to the older redhead standing in the doorway of the infirmary. "Good evening, Doctor Hess."