Chapter 2: Where Is She?
Ow my head hurts...Where am I? I don't remember what happened. Wait, I do remember. I was on Sam's laptop...in the motel room and then...someone knocked me out with chloroform. DEAN DIDN'T MAKE IT IN TIME! Someone made it there before he did! I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out.
I opened my eyes and looked around. It was a dark room, and I couldn't see anything not even my arms above me. But I could tell I was hanging from the ceiling. I could barely reach the ground and it hurt to try. There's something else. I couldn't make a sound...I'm gagged. I saw a dark shape in the back of the room, a tall, bulky figure. He walked closer to me and took my face in his hand. Alistair. This demon was not one I wanted to meet in a dark alley. He was in hell with Dean, and had one hell of a grudge against him. My eyes widened and all the blood drained from my eyes. I was his leverage to get to Dean. At least he couldn't kill me, he needs me alive to get to Dean. He must know how much I mean to Dean, why else kidnap me? I heard a ringing after that and realized that it was my cellphone. Dean's ringtone. Alistair answered.
"Hello?" he said in an innocent friendly voice. "Patty can't come to the phone right now. May I take a message?" he asked in the same calm voice.
"Oh Dean is that you? Long time no see." he said like an old friend. I screamed but my gag was thick enough to where I couldn't make any noise. Alistair walked over to me and told me to shush, "I'm on the phone. I'll get back to you in a minute." he said, putting his hand over the receiver part. He was close enough I could hear Dean on the other end.
"...where is she?" Dean asked. I wished I could scream to him but all I could do was watch Alistair listen with a cold grin that made chills run down my spine.
"Listen here, Dean, here's the deal. You have twenty-four hours to find your pretty girlfriend before she says bye bye forever. Tick tock, Dean, tick tock. By this time tomorrow night, she'll be dead. I suggest you start playing my game Dean, before it's too late." he said with the same cold grin. He hung the phone with Dean still on the other end. He threw the phone and it smashed into the wall, exploding into a million little pieces. Alistair walked over to me and grabbed my chin in one of his ice cold hands. I jerked my face out of it and looked at him with disgust. I wasn't afraid of him. I was afraid of what he'll do to Dean when he gets here. If only I could talk to Dean, tell him to stay away, to forget about me. He wouldn't listen though. Dean always told me that he'd protect me and that he'd always come for me. I just had to have faith in him. I'll just stall Alistair and Dean will get here and we'll go home. All I had to do was keep him occupied. I could hear Dean in my head, promising that he'll rescue me, that he'll come for me. Alistair stuck an iron ore in the fire place letting it heat up. He came over to me and looked me in the eye.
"So you and Dean, huh?" he asked rolling his eyes. He took off the gag.
"You son of a bitch! You won't get away with this! Dean will come for me and when he does, you'll be sorry!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. I struggled, even though I knew it was no good. I wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't fight him off, he was strong. He sniffed my hair like a vampire getting his prey's scent. He threw my head forward and circled me.
"You're such a pretty little thing. Too bad Dean's gonna lose you. Although I'd love to stay and watch him suffer, I have other plans. He ran his hand along my jawline. I was once again helpless to fight him off. The last thing I wanted was to make him angry. He could take that game back and kill me now. But at least Dean would be safe. Or would he? Whose to say Alistair wouldn't go after him once he was done with me? All these thoughts crossed my mind as I considered my options. I looked up, my hands were tied up with iron chain, bolted to the ceiling. The bolt looked unbreakable. If only I could find something to use. I might be able to use my hands, depending on what I'm using. The angle it was at was perfect. The iron ore he sunk into the fire pit earlier would do nicely. I just had to figure out a way, once I got it away from him, to keep him away long enough for me to use it to set myself free. Then I could fight him off. The more I thought about it, the better I felt, and the more I knew I'd be alright. Dean taught me how to fight, so there was a good chance I could keep him off me til Dean got here. I couldn't help but grin at my plan. He caught me grinning and grew suspicious.
"What are you grinning at?" he asked.
"Just thinking about what Dean's going to do to you when he gets here. That's all." I said. He gave me an icy cold stare. He slapped me across the face. The slap made me dizzy for a second, but when I looked forward, I was grinning. "Careful Ali, you wouldn't want Dean would you? Now, if you kill me, he wins. How do you know he cares? I could've been his hostage and you "freed" me from him and took me as your own." I told him. His eyes grew wide.
"You're lying." he said, grinning coldly.
"Am I? Dean doesn't do girlfriends. He's too much of a womanizer to care about any one girl. He couldn't care less what happens to me. He's only coming here to fight you for kidnapping his prey. You don't want him to win, do you?" I asked him.
"Shut up!" he said, slapping me again. I was once again dizzy, but it didn't last as long this time. I was getting under his skin. He picked up the ore out of the fire and twirled it around in his hand. My breathing grew heavy and I braced myself. I closed my eyes. I could feel the heat off the ore seep into my skin. There was this white hot seering pain that followed. Then I heard a piercing scream and realized it was coming from me. I hope Dean gets here soon, I can only hold him off for so long.