11
Mae hums gently to herself, happy with the world after delivering food to the homeless shelter and cupcakes to the orphanage. Anyone else would be a white knuckled mess riding with Lilly; but not Mae. Whether she was just used to the higher speeds and quicker turns, or simply because of the trust she had in her friend, Mae always found the whole experience fun.
"Stop that." Lilly says as she pulls their van into the garage, next to her motorcycle. "Humming is so obnoxious. You weren't even humming to the right song. You need ta learn ta appreciate Metallica"
"I like some of their songs." Mae says as she unbuckles and steps out of the van.
"I know you like some, but you need to learn to appreciate all of it Mae. You can't just pick and choose." Lilly scolds her friend as she walks over to the garage door, stopping to look at their van. "It's been like six months since we got this thing. We really need to do something, it looks like a pedo-van…" Lilly mumbles as she blows hair out of her face and glares at the van appraisingly.
"Why not? You pick and choose what you like to eat. You don't like every vegetable. And I ordered the decal, but I forgot to check the post office, again."
"No Mae, food is different than music." Lilly sighs as she fishes out the key to the door from her pocket, unlocks and opens the door. "And good. I'm glad, someone's going to suspect someth-" Lilly begins as she walks into their kitchen stopping as she lets out a girlish, surprised yelp. She quickly backs up attempting to slam the door on the darkened figures in their home, only to have a hand stop it.
"Lilly, wha-" Mae starts confused only to be cut off.
"Run!" Lilly yells as she hits the garage door opener, before dropping into a defensive stance ready to fight whoever was in their house. What she wasn't expecting was a hit to the head with some sort of metal pipe. Not hard enough to knock her out but enough to daze her. Glaring at the intruder's shadow she growls out. "What the fuck is this? Clue?" She punches the closet shadowed figure in the solar plexus, glad for all her past experiences and gained fortitude from years of abuse.
When that figure doubles in surprise the other slams his hand on the opener, and runs past her.
"Oh fuck you..." Lilly turns on her heels intending to disable him as well.
As both she and the Clue murderer yell out "Oh no you don't" one a bit hoarser than the other, as she gets pulled into a fight.
The fight lasts longer than either expected, but ends with Lilly in a Half Horatio Nelson. Puffing in exertion, the man slaps something on her wrists.
"You better not touch a hair on Mae's head or so help me God- I will end you." She grounds out. Growling under her breath as the man strong arms her into the kitchen, almost breaking hers in the process. Come on Mae make it out. Make it out. Be safe. Fucking assholes.
She feels the shove as she falls into a chair and kicks out as the man tries to secure her in place. "Hey, watch it, witch!" The shadowed figure grounds out.
"Fuck! You!" Lilly seethes as she gets head-butted, dazing her enough for the man to finish securing her to the seat. By the time she regains her wits the man has turned on the light and is standing in front of her.
Who she sees just pisses her off more and though she knows she shouldn't she can't help but to utter "Kinky. Plant, was it? Not really into the whole BDSM scene myself, but hey, for some psycho fed I'll make an exception." She spits out the blood that had pooled in her mouth from the hit, hoping to cover the uncomfortable twist in her gut.
Great. Just fucking great. Don't get your ass beat like this for a few years and suddenly it's a turn on… you are so pathetic. Awkward. But seriously... No. Lilly seethes as she glares at the "Agent" in front of her
"So who are you? What are you doing here? Just take what you want, but you better leave Mae out of it."
Great so now you can talk to him without making an ass out of yourself. When he has you tied to a chair. Wonderful, just fucking fantastic. Being held hostage? That's what it takes Lilly? Really?
Dean paces back and forth in the kitchen, eyes never leaving the groupie-witch. Damn witch, how dare she even bring up that sweet girl's name. Evil soul-selling bitch. God, just being in the same room as her is pissing me off. God dammit. Sammy hurry the fuck up! I don't want to deal with this bitch and the quicker you get back the quicker we end this. The veins pop in Dean's neck and he white knuckles the girls' kitchen counter.
Lilly watches Dean wearily, very much aware of the acute signs of stress he was displaying. Why do people hate me so much? I just can't even… She thinks even as she mentally prepares for what is about to happen. The slow rumbling chorus of White Snake's "Here I Go Again On My Own" reverberating through her mind... Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known, Like a drifter I was born to walk alone…. Why do I do this? Why is this always the reaction… Oh God, he looks so pissed right now…. What did I do now?
Without realizing it, she had sung some of the lyrics, catching her captor's attention to the slightly ironic song.
Awesome, bitch is even trying to use White Snake against me. Why are you identifying with this song right now? No, fuck her… Maybe this is like some new age witch spell… Nope don't care. Fuck her. Fuck witches. Jeez, I need to calm down. Dean walks over to the refrigerator. Focus on the facts of the case man… Ethan's death… Dad wouldn't have sent us out here for nothing. Son of a Bitch, was it a code? Did we miss a sign that he needed help? Does she have him somewhere? I should be questioning her, but she makes me sooo angry! Cold beer, I just need to relax. He goes to retrieve a beer accidently breaking the fridge's door handle off as he looks from her to the pictures in front of him. Dad's life, maybe even Bobby's, could be on the line if we mess this up. He throws the handle into the corner nearest Lilly.
Lilly flinches, letting out a deep sigh as she watches the 'Agent ' wandering around her kitchen breaking her friend's things. He's paying for that. Did he just steal one of my beers? Rude… Oh Shit. That's a gun. That's a gun. Oh shit. He has a gun. They've never had a gun before… I'm going to die… Fan-fucking-tastic. "Look. Seriously dude, I don't know what this is about… but I can see you're obviously upset about something… Maybe we can try this whole roleplay thing tomorrow?" There that sounded Mae-ish right? I mean close enough right? That always seems to keep her out of shit…. Huh, I'm shocked that missed. So angry. Didn't think those pictures were that bad…
Dean just gulps another chug of beer clenching the neck as he counts back from 30. 30-29-28-fuck witches-27-God, she's annoying-26-Sammy-25-24-Oh thank god you're back. Dean thinks as the door opens, Sam is carrying a limp Mae, bridal style.
"WHAT THE FUCK! Hairs on her Head, I said! More than the Hairs on her head have been disrupted. I will fucking end you BOTH!"
12
Years of drilled self-preservation drives Mae's instincts to kick in at the word "Run". She turns and dive-rolls under the closing garage door. She stands up on the other side, waiting for Lilly to pop up somewhere next to her. She takes a few more strides away, watching as the door nearly shuts.
There's a clunking, and then the door begins to open revealing pants on the other side that clearly didn't belong to Lilly.
Oh no. No, no. No!… Lilly!? Mae hesitates for a moment longer, listening to a struggle on the other side. Oh God, I need to call for help…
Sam grunts in frustration as he knee-rolls under the garage door, knowing that he was losing precious time and she could get away. Not that it would be terrible if she got away. But, she would never understand and we need answers. He stands up, startled as a bag is thrown in his face. By the time he recovers, he can't tell which direction she ran.
Mae curses under her breath as she takes a sharp turn behind one of her older apple trees, exhaling deeply as she slips her phone out of her pocket unsure of who to call. Bobby? Jodi? Who would do this? They had never had any problems before in their sanctuary and she was worried what this would do to Lilly. Biting her lip she looks around the trees and listened for any unfamiliar rustling. Oh Lilly you idiot, why did you tell me to run? Stupid! Stubborn! Martyr!
A sudden sound startles Mae into running again. Pass the apple trees she curves and heads for the back of the property. She jumps the few bushes in her way and prays that the guy wasn't an ace tracker or something weird like that. She pauses when she reaches the cherry trees, leaning on one for support as she again attempts to catch her breath.
Shoot, running out of orchard. Should I try to climb? I just need to get a call out. She opens her phone and discovers that she has no signal. Of course. Stupid technology never works when you need it to. Mae thinks darkly even as she writes a quick text: Bobby S.O.S. She immediately sends it before dialing 911, hoping that it has enough bars to go through.
As the phone begins to dial, a man rushes her from behind, crashing into her and sending her and her phone to the ground.
Mae shrieks in fright as she struggles to free herself from the heavy man on top of her.
"Hey, hey its okay. We just need to talk, okay?" a familiar voice says, as he struggles to control her and reach for the phone. I'm sorry, you'll never know how sorry I am.
Sam hears her strained plea "Get off me, get away. Leave me alone." Her voice is tinged with more than just fright, but Sam can't identify what it is he hears.
Sam grabs the ringing phone, pulls the battery out and tosses it to the side. "Hey, it's Agent Paige, we met earlier at your shop. We just need to talk to you." He struggles to turn her face up, hoping to identify himself and calm her down. And while I'm wishing, maybe Dean could learn to love classical music...
"You're lying. Get off, get off. The FBI doesn't break into people's houses. Just take what you want and go." Mae screams at the top of her lungs.
"Look, stop it. I don't want to hurt you. Please…. fine." He clamps a hand over her mouth, earning an immediate scream, albeit a muffled one. She struggles against him, making the already difficult situation all the more stressful, and uncomfortable. Please. Stop. Squirming. He looks into her eyes, hoping to reach her with a look. "Mae. Stop." Sam says tightly in a warning tone, causing Mae to pause her actions before feeling something hard pressing into her stomach.
Both blush as Mae's body becomes a flurry of motion. She manages to unbalance the still shocked Sam. He keeps a hold of her wrists as he falls to the side, pulling her on top of him, keeping her safe from any stray objects. Please stop. Please stop. "Mae." He pleads with sharp alarm. "Stop."
Mae, oblivious to his emotion infused voice, increases her struggle. Please let help be on the way, please… Oh God, I just need to make it back to Lilly. She pulls her legs up on either side of him, just enough to gain purchase, while leaning a hairsbreadth away from his lips.
Her actions cause him to pause all movement. Please don't move. Oh God, what is she doing? Dirt. Worms. Boogers. Dean eating. Jesus. Don't move. So awkward. Dean's never going to
let me hear the end of this… Assuming I live long enough… This is killing me. Sam's eyes move to her shirt's neckline, cleavage millimeters away from his face, before swiftly returning to her eyes as he shifts uncomfortably.
Suddenly she pushes against his chest, breaking his hold on her wrists and kicks her legs up making her fall backwards with a surprising amount of force.
Thank god. I need a cold shower. Is this why Dean looks at so many magazines? To keep this from happening? Sam wonders as he exhales sharply, attempting to gather his wits about him. He stands up to continue the chase. It's then he notices Mae's limp body a yard away from him and rushes to her aide. He checks her head and sighs with relief when he is sure it is nothing fatal and gathers her in his arms, bridal style.
"I'm sorry Mae, but we really need your help. We just want to talk, I promise." Sam says softly into the unconscious girl's hair, willing her to hear it, as he takes off towards the house.
13
Still glaring at the one holding Mae, Lilly yells. "Put her Down! Down! Carefully. Down. Now. What did you do you damn ox?! Untie me this instant. Is she fine? Is she breathing? She better be fucking breathing. Fucking psychos." Lilly snarls viciously, even as she tries to look her friend over for injuries. Her face pales as she watches blood trickle down Mae's forehead.
Oh my Gods she's actually bleeding. They hurt Mae, someone actually hurt Mae. Physically. They might be serial killers. Wait, what if they're cultists looking for a virgin sacrifice? I mean I get she screams the part, but come on, the girl's a fuckin' nympho… Why is that where my mind wandered too...Oh Gods, no more paranormal books. Okay. Calm Lilly, calm. WWMD? Lilly thinks rapidly as the men in her kitchen have a silent conversation. "Put her down. Now. Please." Lilly grounds out, her whole body shakes with panic and rage.
The two 'Agents' look at each other, before the taller one says. "Look Lilly, Mae knocked herself out. I can't just put her down. She has a concussion. I'm going to take care of her, but I can't do that with you yelling. So you stop and I'll take care of her."
Lilly just blinks at the man in disbelief. "What?! Fuck. You. Do you know what level of fucked you are when I get out of this?" I'm so letting Bobby know about this. And John. They would wipe the floor with these fucking brats. "Look can you just let Mae go? I'm sure that whatever this is, she has nothing to do with it. Just fix her! Or let me do it. If you just let me check her I promise I will behave." Lilly pleads with frustration clear in her tone.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right; I doubt this has much to do with her. However, we can't start talking to you until we get her fixed up. So, just sit there, shut up, and stop moving. Let us do our job. Just remember, we have her, so don't try anything." Dean bluffs, hoping to use the bond the witch had with Mae to buy a few moments of quiet. God, we need to keep duct tape in our bags...
Lilly bites her lip and swallows hard, concern swimming in her golden orbs as she shuts her mouth and just watches the two men with silent resentment. Her eyes narrow in concentration when she notices the way things started to blur when she wasn't focussing. Oh Mae…. this isn't looking too great….Please be okay. I'm not a voice of reason… She sighed, even her inner voice was nearing hysterics.
After a few moments of Lilly being silent, Sam looks over to his brother "D- Plant. Grab a thing of ice for me. I need to put her somewhere comfortable." he says, shifting Mae's head to lean on his shoulder, getting a better look at the small gash in her hairline.
Dean looks around the kitchen, gathering ice, kitchen towels and a roll of paper towels. "Do you have a first aid kit?" He asks, looking at Lilly.
"Just let me do it!" Lilly pleads again. "I actually know what I'm doing and can use our balms better than you. This is my friend! Don't you think I'd be better tasked with this? I promise I won't do anything. Please?"
"Right, no first aid kit…" Dean shakes his head. "Paige, go ahead and…"
"No! No! Wait! There's one under the sink. The kitchen sink! Please don't kill her!" Lilly apologizes as she literally jumps up and down in her chair with frustration and fear.
I was going to say 'go ahead and put her down' interrupting witch, but I'll take your interpretation. "Thank you. Go ahead and put her down. I'll grab the rest. Just, don't go too far…" Dean crouches down and begins shifting through the many items under the sink.
Sam carries Mae into a little sitting area just in eyesight of the chair Dean had the other girl tied to. He gently places her on the couch, using a small crocheted pillow to support her head.
Dean carries the supplies in and covers the coffee table with them. He opens the rather large case marked 'first aid', and gawks in confusion. What the hell...?
"Yellow, Blue, and Green in that order." Lilly calls out, concern coating her voice. "Our kit isn't… Just, Yellow, Blue, Green. Simple. Easy to remember...and the right order. It's not conventional, but it's mine and it works." Everyone knows 'modern medicine' blows.
"Sam…" Dean whispers, leaning closer to him, "I ain't touching that stuff…" Dean's face pulls in disgust.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Just go get a bottle of Vodka or something. Hot water and soap; use what we have… The longer this takes, the more this is going to bleed." Luckily, it didn't look deep. Head wounds always bleed more than normal. He brushes a few strands of Mae's hair back from her face, noticing she seemed paler.
"Yellow, Blue, Green, You MONSTERS! This isn't the Dark Age's. Jesus! Are you going to use a rusty bone-saw and belt next…" Oh Gods, I'm giving them ideas "...Just Yellow, Blue Green. You uncivilized fucktards. In that order. Simple and color-coded; supposedly idiot proof. Lies apparently."
Dean walks past her on his way to the freezer. He grabs one of the little bottles of plain vodka and puts it on the counter. "I said shut it." He glares at Lilly then turns for more towels and a bowl, he fills it with hot tap water. "So keep it shut."
Lilly is quiet for a moment as she jerks the chair up and down in frustration again, as she worries her lip with her teeth, concern for their situation mounting. "Okay. But can you please just Yellow, Blue, and then Green her? It will be more effective, and less painful than the Vodka." WWMD? WWMD? I'm a bad Mae…. Lilly huffs a defeated sigh, blowing her bangs out of her face. "Hey douche-nozzles. Listen. Yellow is for cleaning. Blue is antiseptic. Green is smelling salts. They are home-made balms, you Freaks. 'Color-code it' she said. 'It would be easier' she said. Lies." Lilly says as politely as she can but can't keep the bitterness from lacing her words.
Yelling is making me dizzy. Dizzy and nauseous. I know that means something… Oh Mae… Please wake up. Men are so, so… gah… Her thoughts paused as she felt her own blood slowly dripping down her face. Oh fuck. I forgot about you. She groans and her eyes cross as the sight of blood brings a fresh flood of pain to her temple. The room spins and Lilly has no choice but to shift focus from Mae and the scene in front of her to the floor at her feet.
