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Distractions

"We need to do something, Dean," Sam argued as he watched his older brother worked on the Impala, only his feet visible from his position underneath the car. "We can't keep pretending like she didn't murder those people. Her own father."

Dean angrily slid out from underneath the Impala and stood up. "I'm not ready yet, Sam." He told him, an excuse he'd been using the past week since Kerry gave them her answer. "So just back off, ok?"

Sam sighed heavily. "I'm not saying we need to give her over. That's the last thing I'm saying right now. Just hear me out, ok?"

Dean paused his moments before leaning back against the drivers side door of the car and rubbing his hands with an oily rag. "Go on."

"She wouldn't tell us why she did it, right?" Sam reminded him, and when Dean nodded, he continued, "I think there's more to it than that. I don't believe that she j-just…just lost her temper and killed them all because of PMS, or whatever."

Dean frowned, tempted to make a joke about exactly how dangerous women are when they're PMS'ing but deciding against it. "What'd you mean exactly?"

"I think we need to get her to tell us why. I think we need to get her to make us understand."

Dean rolled his eyes. "We've been trying that for a week now, Sam. She ain't budging."

"Boys!" Bobby hollered from inside the house. "Get'cha ass in here! Got a case for ya!"

Dean frowned and squinted against the sun as he threw the oily rag to the side. "Let's go and see what he wants."

"That's four hunters now. Good one's, too." Bobby rattled on as they sat opposite him at his desk. "Over the years, people've been disappearing but no remains have ever found." Bobby handed over some news articles which were held together by a clip.

Sam grabbed the work and looked over it with a confused frown. "Vampires, maybe?" he guessed, trying to think of a creature which would kidnap their victims. Although with vampires, the victims were usually found with drained blood… "Djinn?" he guessed again.

Bobby shrugged. "Got to be somethin' big if those hunters haven't come back yet." He replied with a frown. "I knew one of 'em. Real good guy. Names John…he's a helluva hunter."

"Don't worry, Bobby, we'll do what we can." Dean reassured him, standing up. "C'mon, Sammy, quicker we leave, the quicker we can kill this douche-bag."

Sam stood up, papers in hand and a questioning look on his face as he glanced between Dean's retreating back and Bobby. "What about Kerry?"

"She can stay here." Bobby grumbled reluctantly. He didn't like the idea of having a hunter killer in his house but he knew Sam and Dean didn't need the distraction.

Dean shook his head. "No. She's my responsibility. She comes with us." He told them, leaving no room for argument as he left the room.

Sam and Bobby shared a look.

They didn't tell Kerry anything about the case until they reached their new home for the duration of the hunt; a typical run-down motel room which charged by the hour and smelt like cigarettes, sex, and overly sprayed perfume.

Kerry flopped onto the bed, her hands still cuffed together as she watched Sam and Dean get to work; Dean unpacked the stuff they'd need for the hunt while Sam opened his laptop and made himself comfortable at the table.

"So, what you guys hunting?" she questioned conversationally. She was honestly confused as to why they brought her. Hell, she was confused as to why she was still with them. She really had thought that Dean was gonna call Jacob and Pete.

"People are going missing," Dean told her absently as he sat down on the edge of her bed and laid out the weapons. "It's been happening for the last ten years. No pattern whatsoever."

Off the top of her head she could think of something: "Wendingo?"

"No." Sam answered her, typing away at his laptop. "They're not getting taken near woodland. It's happening all over town. Just last week, some guy was taken from outside a stripclub." He turned the laptop, showing them the news article.

Dean stood up and walked over to him. When he was close enough, he read the article out loud:

"A Farther of four has been missing since last week. His last known location was 'Dreamy girls' strip club. His wife, thirty-nine year old Susan Chasey, said that this behavior is completely out of the ordinary for him.

'He loves his family', she said confidently. 'He has no reason to just disappear.'

The police say this isn't linked to the rapidly increasing number of missing persons this town has seen over the years. Are they telling the truth? Or is there more going on here than we realize?"

"Cue the conspiracy theories. Blah-blah-blah," Dean finished with a sigh, heading back over to his weapons. "I haven't the foggiest. Sam?"

Sam shrugged. "Me either but there is seriously something big going on here."

"How big?" Kerry questioned with a frown.

"Like…most missing persons in the whole of America, big."

"Whoa." Dean commented.

"And whatever it is, it's taken four hunters, too," Sam added, realizing she hadn't been around when Bobby told them that. She might not be trust worthy at this moment but that didn't mean she might not have information that could help them.

Kerry took in the information, and she couldn't help but be happy that they were all acting civil. "Guess it's time for you to interview the vics families, huh?"

Of course Kerry ended up staying behind while they went and did their bit. Dean cuffed her left hand to the headboard of the bed, which was a very awkward way to sit by the way, and they'd left the TV on for her so she didn't get too bored.

It wasn't ideal but it was a hell of a lot better than being turned over to Jacob and Pete.

She half wanted to attempt to escape but she knew her options, and for now, she wanted to see if she could get back on the Winchester's good side. At least that way, she'd still have a couple of friends.

The Winchesters stayed out later than she expected them to. She was actually starting to get worried when the sun went down and the room was filled with darkness other than the light from the TV screen.

A few more hours passed and her body was aching from being in the same position for so long. The room was darker now, and she could see the moon outside through the window.

"Where the hell are you?" she questioned quietly, worried about their absence. They wouldn't just leave her here, would they?

She glanced around and spotted their bag, full of weapons, on the bed and realized that no, they wouldn't just leave her here, especially with all of their stuff.

A dark feeling of dread filled her stomach as she realized that something might have happened to them. Sam had mentioned that this thing had taken four hunters already.

Could Sam and Dean have been taken too?

Biting her lip, she tugged and pulled at the handcuffs, only succeeding in scratching her skin with the metal. "God-damn it." She huffed, realizing that this was going to get painful.

She couldn't reach the weapons bag that Dean had left. He'd purposely put it as far away from her as he could. Like, other side of the room away from her. So that was out of the question.

An idea popped into her head and she awkwardly manoeuvred her body around so her feet was facing the headboard. The headboard was made out of wood, and little squares lined the top of it, most likely for decoration…and maybe even for kinky couples since it was quite easy to cuff someone to them.

Taking a deep breath, she shoved her foot – thanking god that she was still wearing her boots – against the wood. It didn't do anything at first so she did it again, and again, and again…harder and harder each time until the wood started to splinter and snap under the pressure.

"Come. On." She groaned, feeling herself sweat from the amount of effort this was taking. But she was determined and didn't give in until the hand cuffs came free and the wood broke completely. "Yes!" she cheered happily, giving herself a moment to lay down and catch her breath.

As she relaxed, she realized that she was free.

She could run and never look back. She was no longer captured by them, no longer having to worry about her possible death sentence that they could send her to.

It was great! It's what she'd been waiting for, after all.

Except she knew she'd never be able to walk away, knowing that their lives were in danger. Sure, she could call Bobby, let him know and get him to send more hunters but by the time they arrived, it could be too late for Sam and Dean.

"For fuck sake." She breathed as she rolled herself off the bed and stood up before heading over to the weapons bag. "They better thank me for this." She mumbled, sorting through what she would need.