She slowly opened her eyes with a soft groan; the dull pounding in her head felt like a hangover. If only that was the case. Had they used chloroform? What kind of a jerk kidnapped her with chloroform? She hadn't even been thinking about keeping her guard up, not just to run out to the car with Dean and Sam right there. Hadn't they seen anything?
"Shit, who the hell do you think you are?" She muttered into the darkness. Though whoever it was had apparently pulled this off so she didn't have much room to talk. They'd accomplished what they were going for.
A quiet laugh was heard fairly close to her, though it was hard to tell exactly where it coming from. There was an old lamp standing next to her leg, giving her only enough light to barely see past the chair she was bound to. Her instinct told her to assess her surroundings but there was nothing she could look at. The smell was only vaguely useful; a kind of wet smell that you might expect in a basement, or at least underground. Great, that only narrowed it down to everywhere on the friggen planet.
"Who's there?" The situation was definitely more than a little nerve-wracking; this wasn't an amateur operator. "Quit hiding in the dark! What are you afraid of?" She wasn't one to antagonize in the particular position she was in, but she figured it would get a response out of them.
"So tough Kayla." The man's voice chuckled. "You weren't always so tough."
The voice was familiar but she couldn't place it. "Who are you?"
"I was wondering if you'd recognize my voice." He chuckled, it was coming from a different direction now. He was circling her. "Come on, you don't want to take a guess?"
"I don't think you brought me here to play games."
"Well you're right about that."
Kayla's eyes widened when he stepped into the light, not in fear, but in genuine surprise. She couldn't believe who she was looking at.
