It's Not Suppose To Go Like This

Chapter 4

Whereabouts

One Month Earlier

Hazel awoke lying on her side. The room was dark and as soon as she moved her leg she felt the heavy weight of a chain around her right ankle. Her head was still fuzzy and she found it hard to concentrate muchless remember how the heck she got to, well to where ever it was she was at.

The sound of jingling drew her attention to the door directly in front of her. It opened and a ray of light from outside fell onto her eyes. She immediately closed them, wincing at the pain the bright light caused.

"Nice to see you're finally awake Ms. Tolman." A male voice said as he sat at the foot of the bed. She could smell the food he must have brought in but her stomach felt queasy. She turned her head and the man thought she was being rude.

"Now don't be like that Hazel." He said smoothing her hair. "No one's going to hurt you."

She turned to look at the man. Her eyes slowly focused on a tall African-American. His smile looked kind enough but his eyes betrayed him. "Then let me go," she told him.

He sighed heavily, "If it were up to me I would." The tray was starting to get to Hazel's stomach. "You should try and eat something. You've been out for a few hours."

Hazel vomited over the side of the bed. The smell of the food having finally gotten to her, "Sorry," she mumbled as the man jumped back.

"For some reason I don't think you are."

She pointed to the tray, "Could you get that out of here. It's making me sick." She covered her nose and mouth. She felt too sick right now to be scared. Granted it was all slowly coming back. The walk across the quarry to her dorm, cloth over her mouth and a hand wrapped around her waist, the strong smell of something sweet and then nothing.

The man picked up the tray, not bothering to clean up the mess. "You'll be hungry later. I'll just save it for you tell your stomach calms down. I'll bring in some towels and a bucket as well."

He left the room and it became dark again. Hazel rolled onto her back and placed her hands on her stomach. She fought to keep herself from puking again. "This is just what I need. A prison room that smells of throw-up." She sighed then sat up, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. She rested her back against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest.

The room was small and had only the bed she was sitting on. "What if I have to use the bathroom?" she yelled at the door. She jumped when a voice next to her ear answered.

"Do you?"

It took her a second to realize that it was an intercom, "No, I was just wondering what I was supposed to do if I did."

"Well now you know."

A small click let her know they had shut it off. "Yea now I know," she muttered to herself. She spent the next thirty minutes between sitting on the bed doing nothing and pacing back and forth doing nothing. Whoever had brought her here had taken her shoes, watch, the bracelet Max had given her and the necklace her dad had given her. Her stomach started to growled but she was worried that if she put anything in it, it would come right back up.

The familiar jingling was back at the door, so Hazel sat back on the bed letting her legs dangle. The door opened and she squinted at the light coming in. The same guy was back, carrying another tray with a few towels and a bucket hanging from his arm. He set them down at the foot of the bed, and then stood to face her

"If you're hungry I'll bring in something to eat." He looked at the mess beside her bed, "I'm not a maid so you can lean up your own mess."

She peered over the bed, and then looked back at him, "Technically it's your fault. If you hadn't brought that food in here I wouldn't have thrown up." He cocked his head and looked at her. "Hey I didn't say I wasn't cleaning it up, just making sure you know it's more your fault them mine."

She reached for the towels but the guy grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, "I'm not in the mood for cheek today. So I'll tell you this once, don't piss me off little girl." She met his gaze. Her father had taught her all about this kind of guy, all bark and no bite.

"I'll tell you this once as well. You kidnapped me. That means I don't have to make your job easier." She pulled her wrist out of his grasp. "Do you plan on telling me why I'm here?"

Hazel could tell he would have loved to slap her right then and there, but he didn't. He simply turned and walked out the door leaving her in the darkness. "You smell funny too!" she yelled at the door.

PRESENT

Kalika rubbed her eyes. They had been talking with all three Winchesters and Max for three hours now and were no closer to having a plan on their next move. Max and Sam wanted to head to Hazel's dorm to see if they could find any kind of clues. Dean and Railean wanted to stay there and research into why anyone would take Hazel to begin with. Kalika and Reid were trying to moderate the whole argument but were getting nowhere.

"Since the dorms were the last place Hazel was maybe someone saw something," Max was saying for the fifth time.

"No way," Railean told him. "If the cops there haven't found anything by now it might not be there to find."

"I agree with Max Rai," Sam told her. "The cops could have missed something. Why don't you try scrying again?"

Kalika saw Railean roll her eyes yet again, "Sam, she could be anywhere in the continental US, without a better idea on the area it wouldn't work. Like the last three times you had me try," she muttered under her breath.

"Hey! If you have a better idea Railean," Sam yelled at her, "I'm listening!"

"Ease up there Sammy," Dean told him in a-would-be calm way. "She's trying to help. We all are."

Sam stood up, "Stop calling me Sammy!"

Kalika got up and walked out of the room as the yelling increased. "Fine then Sam!" Dean yelled while standing up. "But don't' yell at her for telling you the truth. She's tried scrying three times and has gotten nothing."

"Maybe she's not doing it right," Max, stated.

"I know how to scry for someone, thank you very much!" Railean yelled over to him. She tossed the crystal and map she had been using hours before at him. "You think you can do better? Go ahead and try!"

Kalika came back in with one of Dean's shotguns. She cocked it but the yelling was so intense by now no one noticed it. She aimed it at the window and pulled the trigger. The window exploded and everyone jumped.

"Now that I have your attention," she told them while pumping the gun again. "Everyone will sit down and shut the hell up." Everyone took a seat. "Good." She slung the gun over her shoulders. "Max and Sam are right. We do need to go to the dorms and look around," she gave then both a hard glare. "However we also need to know why she was taken. So here is how it's going to work. Reid will take Sam and Max up to the collage. Railean, Dean and I will stay here and dig into why Hazel was taken to begin with. We'll keep in contact via cells. If we find anything we'll meet you there. Got it?"

All parties looked at one another then nodded. "Good." She leaned the shotgun against the couch as Max slowly raised his hand. "What Max?" Kalika asked.

"Umm don't shoot me for this," he told her meekly. "But who's going to fix the window?"

Kalika looked from the window back to Max. "Not sure. I didn't think I was acctually going to have to shoot that to get your attention."

Railean slowly raised her hand, "Umm I can fix it."

They spent the rest of the day finalizing the plan. Max, Sam and Reid would head out to the collage at first light and re-interview Hazel's roommate and anyone else they bumped into. Dean, Railean and Kalika would stay at the house and look into any cults and such, something to explain why Hazel would have been a target. They all headed off to bed once the details were in order.

Max and Sam slept in Max's room, Sam on the floor. Kalika and Reid sleep in the master bedroom, Reid on the floor. Railean and Dean took the spare room, Railean in the recliner.

The next morning Sam, Max and Reid took off for the collage campus. Railean hugged Sam tight. She hated it when they had to separate. Things never went well when they weren't together and Railean hoped this time would be different.

"Sorry I yelled at you Sam," she told him while burying her head in his neck.

He returned the fierce hug and nodded, "Me too Rai. See you and Dean later all right." She nodded and watched Reid's car pull away with them. She headed back into the house. Dean was at the computer and Kalika was going through old photo albums.

Railean sat beside Dean, "Anything interesting?" she asked.

"Nothing new," Dean told her without looking over. "I don't get it, I mean why Hazel? Is it because she knows Sam? Or just a random thing?"

Kalika looked up from her table, "What were you and Sam doing out here anyway?"

"We were looking into some pretty violent deaths. Turned out it was a Wampus Cat being controlled by Hazel's friend Jamie. Almost killed Hazel for it too, Jamie not the Cat."

"What do you mean Jamie and not the Cat?" Railean asked. "You just said Jamie was controlling the Cat?"

Dean looked up from the screen, "Well yea. But for some reason the Wampus Cat wouldn't do it."

Kalika came over, "What do you mean wouldn't do it?" This could be the clue they were looking for.

Dean looked from Railean to Kalika, "I mean that Jamie was shouting for that Cat to kill her but it wouldn't. In fact it jumped in front of Hazel when Jamie tried to shoot her in the back. The Cat turned human again."

Kalika was dialing her cell, "Hey Reid. What do you know about breaking the Wampus Cat curse? Okay thanks." She hung up, "He doesn't know anything about how to get ride of a cures like that, but I know someone who does."