I awoke to the insistent pounding of my skull. Groaning I attempted to reach out, stretch my limbs but something was wrong. I was bound. Wrists and ankles shackled to the metal chair beneath me. Then I remembered two men hoisting me into a crammed trunk… god when I see those two fuc-

Speak of the devil. Just as I stirred the thick metal walls in front of me opened up to a small storage room, chamber like dungeon thing. And in enters Groot and Rocket laughing over some previous conversation.

"Morning sunshine!" Dean snarls down to me.

"Go to hell." I spit towards him.

"Been there, done that baby." Squinting my eyes in disgust, I struggled in attempt to feel any what taller in my seated position.

With a sigh Sam stepped up, looming over me. Frick.

"Where's Amara?" He questioned impatient.

"Sadly I'm not only unwilling to give you incite to my mother's whereabouts but also unaware."

"Your mother?" Dean chided in, worry spreading across his features.

"Yes, I have a family just like you… well until you barged into my home guns flaring, stupidity blazing." I growled up at the murderers. It was silent for a moment as the boys exchanged looks, probably wondering which one of them was more of a dimwit then the other. Clearing my throat in annoyance I took in my appearance. I was still dressed in my cotton shorts and my doctor who t-shirt now crusty with blood. I also realized then that the foul stench in the air was most likely my own odor. I cringed at that thought a bit… no one likes to smell bad.

Those thoughts were trashed to the back of my brain as I felt my scalp burn from the firm yank of a hand. Dean was now above me fisted buried painfully in my hair.

"You're going to help us find your mother." He spat.

I could only stare in shock as the warm feeling returned, the buzzing sensation that invaded my system when my mother's destined companion was near. A shaky breath escaped my lips.

"Dean-" Sam attempted somewhere in the back of my metal prison.

Fire erupted from my palm shocking everyone in the room.

"Bitch!" Dean squirmed away from the heat now emanating through both palms.

"How?..." The brothers starred at readying themselves for a fight.

There was no actual fire just a burn as I looked down at myself I realized the shackles around my wrists had melted and as I wiggled one foot it also followed example. That's new. I thought to myself still seated even though there was nothing holding me now.

Confidence filling my veins I stood tall before the men. Smirking at their worried expressions.

"Now let's talk ab-" I was about to take a step forward when my stomach rumbled loudly. Brows furrowed the hunters and I just starred at each other. I tried to take another step towards them but my vision blurred and my limbs gained about 100lbs each. Well that can't be good. Swearing my body crumpled into a heap of epic embarrassment onto the cold, solid floor. The world spun a bit before I was again was returned to darkness.