Authors Note: This fic takes part of a series based on the actual episodes of Supernatural. The characters belong to the creator and writers for the show. This episode is in sequence with Season 4 set to take place after Family Remains. Background on Kayla can be found in previous episodes from the series.
In Spite of all the Damage
A muffled cry that no one would hear.
The day started like any other off day. Sam was glad that Dean finally agreed to take the time to breath, instead of chasing down another job right away. He could only imagine the mental anguish he was going through trying to forget hell but running everyone into exhaustion wasn't the way to handle it.
Dean actually got bored of flipping through channels, which was the first indication that too much time had passed. Kayla was just supposed to be putting things in the car out in the parking lot, and it shouldn't take this long. He turned off the TV.
"Kayla's taking her time isn't she?"
"Maybe she went to get breakfast." It didn't even set off a red flag for Sam and he didn't look up from his book.
"Yeah." Even on his day off that kid was researching. He opened the door and looked across the parking lot. Nestled into a dusty row of cars was the Impala, but it wasn't right. "Kayla?" He went towards the car, the passenger door was hanging open but she wasn't there. "Kayla!" He called louder.
Sam heard the panic in his brother's voice and went to the door. "Dean what's wrong?"
"The door was open." Kayla knows what that car means to him and she'd never leave the door just hanging open for someone to come along and get in it. Not in a million years.
"Well, maybe…" He searched for an explanation as he came across the lot but his instinct followed Dean's. Something was wrong.
Then he saw it in the seat. Something he hadn't expected; something that sent a chill up his spine.
"Dean?"
Dean swiped his hand across the seat and held it up; Sam recognized the sulfur smeared across his palm. A demon had been there.
"No." He argued with himself, more to relieve the sudden panic than anything else. "She couldn't have been taken, I would have felt something. Heard it in my head, even if they gagged her she could have talked to me."
"But she didn't." Which suggested she'd been dealt unconscious and fast. If whoever did this knew anything about them, they would have made sure she couldn't yell for help. They wouldn't let her do anything to send them running. He pulled his phone out and called her but got her machine. "You can't hear anything? Can't you zoom in on her or something?"
"It doesn't really work like that." But right now he wished it did, he wished they would have worked on it more.
Dean slammed the door so hard the window tilted off its track. "Damn it!"
"We'll find her." Sam didn't make it sound like an option.
"What if Alastair has her?" There was a dusty footprint on the back door and he could almost see how it went down. She was caught completely off guard, grabbed from behind. She kicked out in defense but something happened, they did something to keep her quiet, to keep her from struggling. He didn't want to think about it.
"We don't know that."
"But it makes sense." He sat on the ground, his back against the Impala and covered his face. "I need to think."
It made perfect sense actually. Every demon they've come across so far has pegged Sam as his biggest weakness. But Alastair, he'd spent forty years learning what makes him tick. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get whatever reaction he wanted out of him. Now if he could only figure out which reaction he was looking for, he'd know where to move forward from here.
Sam took a breath and looked around the property. He saw what he was looking for; one lonely surveillance camera aimed at the parking lot. Usually in places like these it was just for show but who knows, they may be able to shed some light on what happened.
