"What the hell are you doing!"

"Bringing you home to daddy, he'll be so proud."

The metal of the handcuffs burned my skin as she dragged me along like a rag doll she was taking to a tea party.

Dean was off being Dean, getting drunk while I was being taken hostage by a blond little girl with a crown on her head.

"Your one of us, one of us that has been playing hide and seek with daddy. He doesn't like that, Sammy-boy."

Smile big and flashy, she doesn't look me in the eyes just watches the dirty ground as she walks.

There was something about her, something hidden that makes me feel sorry for the girl in front of me, something I didn't even know myself.

Blond hair swished in my face and she giggled playing with me like I was a new ken doll.

"I don't know what-"

"Visions, big and sparkly visions. You didn't think you were the only one with a power, now did you?"

She tugged on my hair, giving me a little shock.

"Daddy's going to be so proud, I just know it. Toy number-"

Suddenly she let me go, her hands slipping away from the handcuffs, eyes big and wide, mouth open.

A grin, bigger then the one she shone at me filled her lips, and her arms reached out for someone to pick her up and swing her back and forth like a see-saw.

She wiggled like a small child who was happy and sugar-high and their father or mother was finally home after days and days.

With quick movement her lips fell on mine, short and sweet and then it was over, a little too quick if I say so myself.

"Goodbye, Sammy-boy, it's your lucky day. My knight in a black suit is here to save me, maybe someday I'll get you, but not today."

She left her fingers with his as they walked two crazy people in black suits.

Why do I feel so cheated and who's going to get these handcuffs off?