She wasn't moving, why wasn't she moving? Don't get ahead of yourself. She's unconscious, stop thinking the worst.
"Kayla." No response, he yelled. "Kayla!" Still she didn't move.
"Hey!" A man's voice surprised him and he looked around to see their missing person, locked in a cage similar to his.
"You're alive? Are you ok?"
"Do I look like I'm ok?"
"We've been looking for you."
There was a long pause and Sam examined his cage, trying to figure a way to open it. It was pretty rough craftsmanship, but sturdy nonetheless. He kicked up against the door and it didn't even shift.
"Well, no offense but this is a piss poor rescue."
He couldn't argue with that.
Kayla's weak voice came from her cage. "He has a point." She cleared the dirt out of her throat.
"Kayla, are you ok?"
"Yeah." She sat up and looked at her surroundings. "I'm fine. In a cage, but fine." She touched the wall lightly.
"Damn." Sam rested his head against the wall; he needed to concentrate.
"We apologize for the 'piss poor rescue', we weren't planning on being hijacked out of a parking lot."
"Tell me about it." The man answered.
"Have you seen what took you?" Sam asked.
"They come in a couple times a day, to feed me. Damn hillbilly rednecks."
"Wait, people?" Kayla straightened up.
The man looked at her like she was insane, assuming she'd been hit in the head when she was kidnapped. "People, yeah."
"Well, I'm officially pissed off. I'm better than that." She couldn't believe they just got thwarted by some stupid kidnappers.
Sam laughed quietly; out of everything to think about right now, she was mad about the ego blow. "Sorry Kayla."
The man looked her over before leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. "Sorry girly, but I don't think you'd intimidate them."
Before Kayla could get defensive, Sam started moving his hands along the grated walls to look for weaknesses. "Let's just figure this out."
Of course there were no weaknesses. Whoever did this put some time into it. Maybe he could reason with them, they had to want something. Everyone wants something, he couldn't panic.
After what seemed like ages, everyone turned to look at the metallic clink as the door swung open on the man's cage. Kayla was immediately uneasy, there was no reason for the cage to pop open like that, on only one of them. And why did it have to be his damn door? She could take them.
The man immediately crawled out and stood. "Thank God. There must have been a short or something."
Sam shook his head. "I don't think so, I think you should get back in the cage." Off his look, Sam continued. "I think it's a trap, stay in the cage."
"Yeah right. See ya Sam, Kayla. I'll come back with help I swear." He quickly left the room."
"This isn't right."
Sam agreed. "No kidding."
"If it was a short, wouldn't they all open?"
"I guess they could be wired separately, but I don't see why."
"What do you think they're angle is?"
"Maybe they've been possessed, that guy wouldn't know."
She paused. "It's not really the demon M.O; stealing out of parking lots and putting people into cages."
They were both quiet when they heard the scream. The man had been caught, he was dead…or soon to be. Sam saw the panic on Kayla's face.
"Kayla, we're gonna be ok."
She didn't believe him. Everything about this didn't make sense, it was all so random. They were gonna die at the hands of these people.
"What if they're not demons? What if they're just psychopaths who get off on this kind of thing?"
"You sound more worried about that than the demon theory. If they're human then this should be easy."
"I'm more concerned about what they're going to do to me before they kill me." She leaned her head against the bars, feeling defeat sink in. "Of all the things I've gone after and have come after me, an inbred family of hillbillies is gonna eat me."
"No ones going to eat you, or kill you. Dean's coming."
She wasn't hopeful. "It's just kind of ironic don't you think?"
"Yeah I guess."
She was quiet a moment, then her voice came in almost a whisper. "I really like hunting with you guys."
"This isn't our last hunt." He said with conviction. "Understand?"
She nodded in response and bit back the tears that threatened to fall. She wasn't afraid of ghosts, demons, vampires…it was all old hat. This was different. People don't have a rational purpose to hurt you, they just do. They do because they like it.