Three's A Crowd
Summary: Emily Summers is not having a good night. Not only is her car going to be the death of her; she's stranded in an area rumored to be haunted. Luckily she runs into a pair of brothers that might be able to help… if she doesn't annoy them to death, first. Slightly OFC-Centric. :Drama/Humor:
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Chapter Two
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The horrible throbbing in my head is what first alerted me to the fact that I was waking up.
Ugh. Is it too much to ask that I stay unconscious? I thought for a moment, before slowly lifting my eyelids. They felt heavy and sluggish, and the sudden silver moonlight creeping in through the cracks in the roof wasn't any help at all.
At all.
Wait. Roof?
For a moment I could not remember anything- where I was, how I got here, or what I was doing. All I could fanthom was that I was some place very cold; if my breath fogging the air and my chilled fingers were any indication. I eyed the cracked ceiling, and let my eyes roam along it and down the wooden walls of my current predicament.
And then it all came back to me- getting stuck on the side of the road, finding myself way out here in some forest in the middle of nowhere, being attacked by some voodoo guy with a machete and meeting a pair of brothers...
I shook my head and returned my attention to the present.
I appeared to be in some kind of old shack; the floor was nothing but dirt and unkempt weeds. It was going to cost me a fortune to get my clothes washed cleaned.
Crap.
"Ah, the woman of the hour has finally decided to wake up," A gravelly voice sneered to my far left, tearing me away from my thoughts.
Why must my inner musings always be interrupted? I thought grumpily, turning my aching head in the direction of the voice.
"Ugh..." I groaned, feeling my stomach clench and churn as if I was about to spew my donuts from earlier. I pushed myself until I was on my side, and then lifted until I could brace myself on my elbow, ignoring the sting from the cuts on my forearm. My headband must have disappeared from during my time I was knocked out, because my hair now spilled down past my shoulder and folded heavily onto the ground.
Times like this I should have went with the decision to cut my hair.
I held back a grimace; my whole body felt dirty and covered in grime so I shouldn't feel any more frustrated than I already was.
I took my mind off of that and instead looked over at the speaker.
He was a tall, burly man with broad shoulders and a clean, chiseled face. His hair was raven black; so dark it seemed to shine a faint blue under the coat of moonlight. He leaned back against the wall, right next to the door that, I assumed, lead to my freedom.
Just as soon as I figured out a way to get out of here, first.
"Um..." I tried, but coughed. My throat was strangely dry and burning, and as I coughed I felt like I would never get enough air into my lungs.
The man cocked his head sideways and regarded me with ice blue eyes.
For some strange reason the words not human popped into my head and I regarded him warily. I've had enough dealing with weird stuff these fast few hours to last me a lifetime.
I tried to speak again.
"W-who are you?" I asked, finally getting enough momentum and strength to pull myself to my feet. Vertigo overwhelmed me momentarily, and it was all I could do to keep my balance steady as the room spun like I'd drank twelve straight shots of tequila; no lime.
Not... that it's happened to me before, or anything.
His lips turned in a half-grin, and in the back of my mind something tickled my senses. He seemed so familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.
"Ah, come now. I know you had a little knock on the head when my friend brought you to me- I apologize for that, but you know how it is; desperate times, desperate measures. But surely you can't have forgotten so soon?"
I stared, waiting for him to elaborate. He quirked an eyebrow.
"Seriously, Sabrael? I come all this way to see you, and you don't even have enough common courtesy to show me kindness? And to think; you- out of all of your kind -being rude and inconsiderate? My, my; how far you've fallen." He chuckled, and regarded me with a look that I felt bordered on... affectionate.
I blinked. My kind?
He was as white I am- so I don't think he meant that racially.
Was this guy on drugs?
"I don't think I could have forgotten you; I never knew you to begin with." I pointed out after a moment. Then I frowned. "And, I don't think you know me either; my name isn't Sabrael. Sorry to disappoint you."
The man gave me an indulgent smile, and I fought the urge to look over my shoulder to see if he was smiling at someone else. Who was this guy?
"Of course your name is Sabrael- I've been sent for you; after all my boss and you apparently go way back. Well, more than that, actually." The man's smile turned just a bit darker, and a shiver crawled up my spine. "But, I think it would help if we got a little more comfortable with each other, first, don't you?"
I licked my lips and cleared my throat a little awkwardly.
"If you were going for comfortable, you could have called me on the phone," I said. "You know; instead of bringing me out here and all? Kidnapping doesn't really make people become friends."
"Now, now, Sab-" He started, but I huffed indignantly.
"My name isn't Sabrael!" I said, placing my hands on my hips. Seriously- was this man insisting on being a kidnapper and hard of hearing? He blinked, and then shook his head as if I was merely being an inconvenience.
"Is that so? Then what is it?" He sounded like he was fondly amused at my appeal, and I clenched my hands into fists.
What a jerk.
I scoffed.
"I'm not going to tell you my name; you're a stranger!" I told him, matter-of-fact. If he thought he could trick me into telling him, he was dumber than a box of rocks.
He paused, regarding me carefully.
"That... makes sense, I guess." He agreed with a one-armed shrug. He straightened from the wall, and slipped his hands into his pockets. He took a step closer to me, his movements as graceful as a panther's, and my breath caught painfully in my chest when I saw his eyes flare florescent orange.
"Wh-what are you?" I tried to demand, but it came out as a high squeak.
"Poor, poor girl. Your parents never told you?" He purred, and even as my body tensed and I tried to back away from his steady approach, his voice brushed over my skin like a dirty caress.
"Told me what?" I mumbled, turning my eyes to the door that was now behind the man and further away from me as I kept backing away. I wasn't willing to bet that I could make it around him fast enough before he caught me.
After all- I hated running and I had no knack for it.
"About the deal that your grandmother made, and how it has to be paid in full. Unfortunately, that means you're collateral- a back-up payment plan as it were. Time was on loan with your parents, but now the due date is coming closer." The man paused, and then his smile turned downright evil. My heart skipped a beat. "Actually, the due date is on your next birthday, to be exact."
I tried to keep the fear off my face, even if I was confused at all of the non-sense he was speaking of. Sure my parents had been in debt; what up-standing, truly patriotic American wasn't? But my parents were gone now, and was partially the reason why I have officially become a hermit, refusing to settle down in any place for too long.
It's so much easier live my life when I can move as I please, with no one or nothing to keep me grounded to one place. Freedom and all that jazz.
Now this guy was trying to catch me up on something I had no hand in?
Yeah, right.
"How does a debt my grandmother had make me responsible for paying it off? I don't even have insurance as it is for myself and you expect me to pay hers, too?"
For just a moment, the man started, looking confused at my words. Then the confusion disappeared, and he swooped in close to me, so fast that when I blinked, he was suddenly in front of me.
With a gasp, I tried to move away but he reached out and gripped my wrist in his large, unnaturally cold hand. A powerful stinging sensation raced up my arm, and I let out a whimper as the sensation quickly became a searing burn.
"Enough with your games, Sabrael!" he snarled, and a literal growl emitted from his throat. A low, gutteral sound that was more animal than human, and my knees trembled.
"Oww! Let me go! Please!" I begged, pulling as hard as I could in an effort to get him to let me go. My head began to be filled with strange buzzing, and as my eyes squeezed close, strange flashes and scenes burned behind my eyes.
Fire... screams... a baby with gold light seeping through the pores of her skin; a man shrouded in shadow pulling the girl to his chest, the sky lighting up with lightning, and rain falling so heavily it blurs everything but the man, the glowing child, and a large black thing moving towards them...
The screams grew louder and louder in my head, and it took me a bit before I realized that the burning in my throat was due to the fact that the screams were coming from me.
My captor abruptly let me go, and I fell to my knees. I bent over, wrapping my hands around my midriff and feeling thin tears sliding down my cheeks. I didn't even realize I had started crying.
Above me, I heard a shuffling, and when I finally manged to lift my head I saw the man was backing away from me quickly. His face was contorted in anger and uncertainty. I saw his eyes flicker to my chest, and the intensity of his stare made me wonder if he was somehow staring into me, beneath my skin.
The thought was as creepy as it was unbelievable.
"No- how? They told me you'd Fallen and that I could... This isn't right- you gave away your Grace, so why-" He muttered under his breath, his eyes darting away from me for a moment.
What the hell is he on about now? I thought angrily, trying to ignore the lingering burn of his touch rushing through my veins and singing my skin from the inside out. Even with the weird images that had flashed through my mind, all I could confirm was that I was even more confused than before.
If that was possible.
"Please, just let me go- I swear you won't hear from me again! I won't cause any trouble!" I insisted, my voice getting loud and shrill. I got shakily to my feet, and when I took a step forward, the man hissed and pulled further back away from me.
I must have imagined the fear that I saw flash in his eyes, because how in the world could he ever be frightened of me?
"What are you-" I started, but was cut off when the door blasted open without warning.
When the dust settled, I had only a moment to catch the sight of Sam and Dean's faces, before the man turned and hurled himself at them.
Author's Note: SOO sorry for my momentary hiatus! Life got in the way, as well as an extra job and college! :P Hope you all enjoyed this, and there are probably two chapters or so left before I wrap this up.
(Told you it was going to be short- something to tide me over and feed my fancy.)
Also- thank you SO much for your kind reviews! You all make my day so much brighter. :)