The challenge word this week is Trash and I was feeling a bit cruel so Dean is suffering so it runs to 200 words!
"You...Clear out this trash!"
She snarls, the pointed toe of her boot drawing back to kick brutally at Dean's bloodied ribs where he lays virtually unconsciousness on the stained concrete.
He moans weakly, his eyes fluttering briefly as the two demons take him roughly by the arms and drag him back towards the doorway.
"Damn you, Winchesters!"
She rips the tape from Sam's mouth as he tears at the bindings fixing him onto the chair.
"Leave him alone, Bitch!"
"Then answer me. Where the fuck is it?"
Her usually pale face is colored with her frustration as she stands over the restrained man.
"I don't know..."
Her hand slaps hard at his filthy cheek, silencing him, knocking his head to the side. His eyes move back to hers slowly, fury warming the fiery amber as he spits fresh blood onto the floor.
"You will tell me."
"I can't tell you if I don't fucking know!"
Sam snarls as she turns her back and stalks to the cluttered table.
"Very well, Samuel..."
She turns again to face the younger brother. She has an exquisitely fine, wickedly sharp blade casually held in her slim fingers.
"Then I'll ask your brother again..."
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.