A/N sorry I haven't updated in so long guys, I actually didn't realize I hadn't posted this chapter. Silly me. Anyway, thanks for reviews, favorites and alerts, greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

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CHAP 4

Again I dressed in black and pulled a balaclava over my head. Grabbing my lock picks I silently walked to the room next door and unlocked it. Slowly I opened the door and crept in, shutting it quietly. I'd find what I need here and if I needed more I'd grab the car keys and check out the Impala.

I began to look through the first bag I came across, in the lounge. Nothing helpful, just clothes and a fake ID. I moved to the bag beside it, again nothing. Quickly I searched around for the Impala keys, praying they weren't in the bedroom. Turns out, they probably were, because I couldn't find them anywhere else.

As quiet as possible I opened the bedroom door and looked to see if the keys were in sight. They sat in a small cabinet between the wall and Sam's bed. Slowly I crept around. Just as I reached for the keys a hand shot out and grabbed mine. Sam had time for a quick shout to his brother before my fist connected with his head again knocking him out.

Dean scrambled out of bed as I made for the door, knowing he was probably a better fighter than his younger brother and I most likely wouldn't be able to beat him. I had almost reached the door to outside when a hand caught my shoulder, spinning me to the ground. I swung a leg up between Dean's legs before kicking him away from me. He fell to the ground, his face twisted in pain. I scrambled for the door again when his hand grabbed my ankle.

"No one hurts my little brother," he growled.

I almost hit myself, remembering what Matt said about the brothers. Punch his brothers lights out and you'll never escape Dean, pretty much.

Dean recovered quickly before I tried to smash him in the face with my free foot. He moved just in time but let go of my foot. We both jumped to our feet. I considered trying for the door again but knew I wouldn't reach it in time. I settled into a fighting stance, noticing as he did the same.

"You're lucky I didn't shoot you, whoever you are, but this is much better payback for what you just did to Sammy."

I resisted the urge to retort, knowing he would recognize my voice. I still hoped to get out of this without him knowing who I was.

I ducked under his punch and aimed for his stomach only to have my fist pushed away. I jumped back, laughter in my eyes. He lunged at me. I nimbly danced out of the way before having my nose introduced to his elbow. Stumbling back my hands flew to my now broken nose. Warm blood seeped into the fabric of my balaclava. I growled and threw myself at him, punch after punch, thoroughly pissed off now.

A fist caught me in the back. Sam had woken up; he wasn't out for long. I stumbled towards his brother as I made the mistake of trying to turn and kick Sam. My foot went out, putting me completely off balance. Dean swept my feet out from under me and I landed heavily on my front. Grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back Dean knelt down and dug his knee into my spine.

Sam crouched down and pulled the balaclava off. I shook the hair out of my face as I struggled around to look at Dean.

"Son of a bitch!!" he shouted, looking ready to kill me.

"CIA, asshole." I smirked.

"And you've been with us this whole time?" Sam didn't seem to believe it.

I nodded as well as I could, "You know, I really thought you would've figured something out by now. I must admit though, you're very good, never staying in one place for long. Someone must've been smiling down on me when I first met you. It was pure luck we were in Dakota at the same time. I was heading to Baltimore where you somehow managed to escape the authorities again. And faking your own death in Missouri, I was impressed. I guess your Daddy taught you all of his marine tricks." I teased, throwing in the bit about Missouri, hoping he might give something away.

"Shut the hell up," he growled banging my head on the floor.

"Yow! That's not nice!" I growled.

"You think I care?" he sneered, "Sammy, bring that chair over and grab some rope will ya?"

"Dean."

"Do it, Sam."

Sam left through the door and I began to talk again, "You're a real jerk, Dean, you know that?"

"And you're CIA, evens out don't you think."

"Gosh, your Daddy never taught you how to treat a lady did he?"

He replied only by bashing my head against the floor again. I felt a small cut open and start trickling blood down my forehead.

Finally I found my opportunity, "Is this what happened in Missouri as well, Dean? They piss you off too? Lost control of your temper? Wanted to make them suffer for annoying you? I'm surprised you didn't kill more with a temper like yours."

"You don't know anything," he growled, his voice dangerously low, "I didn't kill anyone."

"You keep telling yourself that Dean. We all know you did it."

He didn't reply as Sam came back and brought the chair over. Dean lifted me up almost by my hair and threw me into the chair. Taking the rope he wrapped it tightly around me and used duct tape to bind my wrists and ankles.

"Are you going to kill me now Dean? Or are you going to torture me first?"

"I didn't kill anyone and no matter how much I want to kill you, I'm not going to. Sammy, start packing."

"There's nowhere you can run where we won't find you." I laughed

"We can't just leave her here, Dean." Sam objected.

"Someone will find her. Eventually."

I kept my mouth shut as they packed up their things. Something wasn't right here. Just like with the evidence, it wasn't right. Or maybe I just thought that because Sam seemed like a good kid and would probably be at Law School if it wasn't for his brother. Dean had no right to take that away from him. Maybe that's what wasn't right here. Dean and Sam checked the motel room over again as I thought about my last card to play.

They were just about to leave when I spoke, my voice quiet, "Dean, if you didn't kill anyone in Missouri, what happened? Because something like it is happening here. The evidence says it was Keiran but I know it wasn't. Please, Dean, Sam, he's going to go down for something he didn't do. His baby is going to grow up with a dead mother and a father that is either in prison or dead for something he didn't do. Please, I don't care what you think of me but don't let Keiran go down for this. I know you know what's going on."

Dean turned around in the doorway, "Maybe you should've thought about that before, breaking in and attacking us. You could've just called."

Opps, I had forgotten about his number, though that wouldn't have helped with the case.

"Don't you dare touch my brother!" I growled, remembering my vision.

"Why would I hurt your brother?"

"Just don't. He didn't know about this."

He looked slightly confused as he turned and left.

"Bastard." I murmured under my breath as my eyes began to cloud up.

Silently I apologized to Keiran for not being able to get him out yet. I wasn't sure what else I could do. Right now I couldn't do, being tied to a chair and all. It didn't help that no one except the brothers could find me because no one else knew where I was. I never told Matt what motel I was checking in to. Slowly, somehow, I managed to drift off to sleep.

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My cell phone's ring tone shook me out of my sleep. I groaned and tried to grab it from my pocket only to realize I was still taped to a chair.

"Oh for goodness sake!" I cried, dropping my head backwards. May as well make some noise, couldn't hurt.

I began to shout and tried to stomp even though my ankles were taped to the chair. It seemed like forever before a face poked in the window. The blond tried the door but it was locked. They disappeared but thankfully, soon returned and unlocked the door.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked as he began taking the tape off.

"Oh I'm just peachy," I growled before apologizing, "It's been a long night."

"You've been like this all night?" he seemed surprised and slowed down taking the tape off when he got to the tape on my skin.

"Yeah or something around there. Just rip it off."

He looked up at me, "You sure?"

"If it means I'll be able to move earlier then yeah, I am sure."

He shrugged, "Alright," and ripped it off.

I clenched my teeth and resisted the urge to yell, the tape was off one hand now which was good. The man moved on to my ankles as I took the tape off my other wrist and began untying the rope. Soon I was able to move. Slowly I eased myself off the chair and stretched a little before jumping up and down, happy I could move again.

"I'll go ring the police," the blond volunteered.

"Oh there's no need for that. Trust me," I said, grinning evilly.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," I replied, walking out the Camaro.

The first thing I noticed was the tires. All four were slouching, drooping onto the pavement.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed, running over to my car and looking closer, turning to the blond I asked, "You don't happen to have air do you?"

He shook his head, "I can call the garage if you want?"

I smiled gratefully, "If that's alright."

He nodded and ran off to do it. Growling I went into my own room and grabbed out a towel before going into the bathroom to clean my face as I pulled out my phone.

"I'll kill him. I swear I'll kill him." I murmured as I began to dial Matt's number only to realize it was his old one, "Shit. Why can't anything go right?"

Sighing I scrolled through my contacts and rung Kyle.

"Hello?"

"Kyle. Thank god. I didn't have Matt's number so I couldn't contact him."

"Ally! We've been ringing you for ages but you haven't picked up. We were about to start ringing around the Motel's."

"Sorry, I was a little tied up before. I'll be on my way to yours soon okay. Is Matt there?"

"Yeah. I'll just put him on."

"Cheers." I said.

Turning my attention back to the image in front of me, I grimaced. I had a black eye forming, the cut on my forehead looked like it might need stitches and my nose was horribly crooked. Most of the blood had gone, leaving my face still slightly red. I cleaned the towel with cold water before wringing it dry and putting it on my bag. I was debating whether or not to straighten my nose when my cell phone came to life again.

"Ally! You almost gave me a fricken heart attack!"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was a little tied up. The air's been let out of the Camaro tires so I'm waiting for a tow truck which will take me to the garage to put the air back in them. Hopefully the rims are okay or someone will be dead by tonight."

"You didn't hurt Sam did you?"

"How'd you know what I did?"

"Dean let the air out of your tires." It was more a statement than a question.

"Among other things." I said, changing my bloody clothes before carrying my gear out to the car and throwing it in the back seat.

"What'd he do? If he hurt you I swear I break his neck!"

"Like you said before you wouldn't kill someone to protect your little sister. There'd probably be nothing left to kill."

"But I still get the satisfaction of getting him back."

"Matt, I can take care of myself."

"Never said you couldn't, baby girl."

"Yadda, yadda. I'll be over soon okay? The tow trucks here."

"Okay. See ya soon, baby girl."