Woo! The new book is here!

This takes place around two years after the last fic, and will be around 8 chapters long. I have the majority of it written, I just need to proof read it which as you know, I'm very lazy at *cheesy grin*.

Warnings for gore and torture(slightly in this chapter but mostly for upcoming chapters).

Enjoy!

Nowhere to run

Three months ago

Kerry felt like she was dreaming as she approached the makeshift cross which stood out of place in the middle of a woodland area. There was no noise; not even the sound of trees swaying in the wind. Or maybe there was but she couldn't hear it because all of her attention was on that single cross.

A wonderful, strong, unforgettable man laid underneath the dirt; A man who died simply because he couldn't live without his younger brother. That man was a hero even though most people didn't know of him. That man was Dean Winchester.

Her legs felt like jelly as her toes touched the edge of the overturned dirt, the outline to the makeshift grave. The rest of the ground was covered in grass, untouched. A single tear dropped down her cheek as she knelt down and placed a bottle of whiskey next to the grave, along with Dean's favorite cheese burger, from the same place where they'd all eaten from on their first hunt together.

He'd loved those cheese burgers. Had eaten them for every damn meal.

A smile touched her lips as she remembered how he used to scoff them down. She didn't know if it was his favorite meal but it was the only one she knew of, and if he was alive, she knew that he'd appreciate the thought.

Her mouth opened as she steadied herself on her knees, eyes on the cross. There was so much she wanted to say but now she was here, nothing was coming to her. Her throat started to ache as she held back a sob, the grief quickly becoming overwhelming.

"Dean." She managed to croak out eventually with a loud sniffle. She tried to continue but found herself unable to speak around the tightness in her throat.

She took a moment to cry, to let out her feelings, to let herself feel. Her sobs were loud, and felt like glass every time they ripped through her throat. It took a while for her to finally calm down but with a few deep breaths, she finally managed it.

"I-" her words caught in her throat and she took another deep breath before continuing. "Sam's not answering his damn phone. Bobby won't answer his door, but I know he's in there." He's probably too overcome with grief to move, she thought to herself sadly. "Only found out 'cause I heard two hunters talking." Luckily, they didn't know who she was and she managed to sleep out unnoticed by not before she caught what they were talking about. "Said that Dean Winchester had died. I didn't believe it at first."

She stared off into the distance absently. "You're such a BAMF that it didn't seem possible," she chuckled at her wording and wiped the moisture off her cheek. She smiled sadly, looking back at the cross. "Guess no one is invincible though."

She bit at her lip for a moment. "I'll try and find Sammy. Look out for him for you," placing three fingers onto her lips, she kissed them before placing her hand on his cross. "I'm gonna miss you, Dean Winchester." She whispered, lip wobbling as more tears fell. She pulled herself up and let her eyes wash over his grave one last time before walking away.

She never did manage to find Sam.

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One week ago

Kerry glanced out of the motel window and sighed when the phone once again went to voicemail. "Hey, Sammy," she finally decided to leave a message, realizing that calling and hoping he'd answer was getting her nowhere. "I, uh, I'm not really sure why I'm calling," she admitted, stepping away from the window and heading over to the motel bed where she sat down heavily.

She licked her lips. "The hunters, the ones that are after me…they're close." Her voice broke slightly. She was terrified. She'd never had so many close encounters with them before and she wasn't sure whether it was because she was getting sloppy, or because they were getting better. It was only a matter of time now before they found her. "I-I'm not asking for help," she frowned, hoping that it wasn't coming across that way. "I don't want to involve you in this," Dean would probably kill me if I did, she mentally added.

She bit her lip for a moment before continuing. "I guess, what I'm calling for…is to say…" she hesitated, not really knowing what exactly she was trying to say. "If they find me, and I don't see you again…I'm sorry." Tears tickled her nose and she tried her hardest to push them away but she was so damn exhausted.

Physically, emotionally…

She took a deep breath, her voice a painful croak. "I cared about you and your brother so damn much and I know I hurt you but please believe me when I-" her throat ached and she tried to swallow to get rid of it but it didn't work. "Believe me when I tell you that it wasn't an act. I was your friend, and I had a major crush on your brother," she added with a small smile which soon disappeared. "I gotta go. I just…yeah, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." She cleared her throat and swallowed thickly. "Goodbye, Sammy." She hung up and threw her phone on the bed.

A shadow sweeping past the underneath of her room door made her look up, and she froze, realizing that once again, it was time to run. "For fuck sake."

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Present time

Her breath was coming out in harsh pants as she rushed through the dark street. She didn't have time to make it to her car, and she had to leave her weapons in the motel room.

This was the first time she'd found herself completely defenceless and it scared the shit out of her. So she did the only thing she could do; she ran, and ran, almost tripping up curbs and trying to lose them by heading into alleyways.

It wasn't working as good as she hoped because she could still hear their footsteps behind her and their taunting shouts. They were close.

And when she came to the end of the alley she was in, she knew she was screwed.

A wire fence stood in front of her. She knew if she had a few minutes, she would be able to struggle over it but she only had a few seconds.

Her hands and feet barely touched the metal before a hand was yanking at the back of her jacket and forcefully pulling her back.

She tried to hold on and climb up but the yanking was forcing the wire into her skin and she found herself slowly slipping until she felt weightless and then her back hit the hard ground with a thud.

She coughed, trying to get the air back into her lungs as the men laughed and cheered around her, there words barely registering as she attempted to get herself together over the sound of blood pounding in her ears.

She was so screwed.

Attempting to roll onto her front and get onto her knees was getting her nowhere because the men just chuckled harder and kicked her onto her back once more.

The mixture of pain and the sensation of trying to breathe was increasing frustrated, especially as it crumbled her attempts of escape. It didn't stop her from trying though and her frustration only got worse as they stopped every attempt.

In the end, one of the men grabbed her hair and forced her up onto her knees. Jacob knelt down in front of her with a cruel smile on his face, and she briefly realized that it meant Pete was the one holding her hair.

"You've given us a helluva run, girly," Jacob told her, almost sounding impressed. "But it's over now. Might as well as give up and accept your fate."

"No!" she spat out through gritted teeth. Pain shot through her scalp as her hair was held even tighter. "Fuck off."

Jacob tutted and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the back of his pants. He dangled them in front of her face tauntingly before lowering his hands and gripping one of her wrists.

She fought – fuck, did she fought – but it was no use; they were two strong men and she was just a little woman, and an exhausted one at that. In the end Pete pushed her onto her front and they both forced her hands behind her back while she face-planted the pavement.

"Help!" she tried screaming out, struggling against them as a clink filled the air. The cuffs were on. "Someone, please!-" her cry was cut off as she was pulled back up and a piece of cloth was forced into her mouth, muffling her words. She winced as it was tied around her head tightly.

"We need to move. Someone would have heard that," Pete mumbled, pulling Kerry up so she was standing. He flipped a knife out of the back of his pants and held it to her back. "I'll take her to the park. You bring the car 'round." He ordered as they started to move.

All Kerry had to do was let out a small whimper and the knife was pressing into her skin, a warning not to make any sound and draw attention to them. She got the message loud and clear.

Kerry let her shoulders drop in defeat as Jacob broke away from them, heading for the car while Pete guided her to the park. The only chance she had at being saved was if Sammy checked his voicemail. And even if he did, he would have no idea where she was.

She was all alone on this one.