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"You're on a dangerous road, Jay."
The room was dimly lit and hordes of people were cheering and jeering. The room was hot and sweaty from the packed crowds and lack of ventilation. In the centre of the large space there was a cage, and the mob of people gathered around it, watching the action inside.
"You're on a dangerous road."
Two people, a man and a woman were engaged in a gritty cage match inside of the solid, thick, iron bars. The woman was clearly winning. She looked angry and exhausted, but was a ferocious fighter. She was wearing loose army-style pants and a tight black tank top that didn't effectively hide her fabulous body. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a haphazard bun sitting loosely above the nape of her neck. The man was bald and heavy-set, wearing long shorts and a white tank top.
"You're on a dangerous road, Jay."
The simple memory of the words and the man who had said them brought a flash of uncontrollable anger to the woman's next kick. The man, her opponent, was down and bloody a long time ago, and her old self would have walked away and directed her fury towards the cage instead of continuing to beat the man. He was hardly conscious. But things had changed; she wasn't so nice anymore.
"You're on a dangerous road." That she was. Images of the last three months flashed trough her already occupied mind. Lying in a crowded nightclub, hardly conscious due to some bad drugs. Washing up her own blood from the sink in her motel room. Lying next to a complete stranger who was intent on kissing her neck. The memories inspired another bout of fury and her hardly-conscious opponent took the punishment.
The man passed out and the woman stopped, breathless and panting. The crowds roared their approval, but the woman was too tired to really notice. In the back of her mind she heard the announcer say that this would be her eighth straight cage match win. The crowd cheered again. A few men wolf-whistled.
"Dangerous road." This time the sentence wasn't a memory. The same voice that had made the original statement was speaking again. The woman's unbelieving eyes darted up to find the familiar man. He was striding through the now-open cage door, a look of concern and praise on his face. For a moment, his eyes flashed a pale yellow.
"You've really crashed since Dean Winchester took his trip downstairs, Jaclyn Beckett."
Jackie realized her previous opponent had been carried out. All trace of fatigue forgotten, she lunged at the man in despair and anger but he took her by her shoulders and threw her roughly into the cage bars with inhuman strength. She hit her head hard and her mind began to cloud up. The man bent low beside her and heard her whisper, "Ezariel…" before she lost consciousness.