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Pain

Kerry wasn't sure how much time had passed since she'd been captured.

It felt like it had been days; months; or even years. Although the rational side of her knew that it couldn't have been possible and she most likely had only been strapped to the chair for around a day.

It made her whimper, wondering why time seemed to be purposely slowed down while she prayed for death. How much longer was it going to take? If they kept her here for a few days, would it feel like three or four years?

The thought was interrupted by another punch to her gut; she couldn't even make a sound of pain as all the air was forced from her lungs, making it hard to even whimper. Desperately, she tried to get it back, as if it would somehow help ease the pain.

By now, she must have had at least a few bruised – maybe even broken – ribs. Her arm was a bloody mess; Pete'd had fun carving and slicing away at it. The thick red liquid seemed to seep from every hair follicle, making it hard for her to identify which wound was actually bleeding.

Her legs were bruised from kicks and there was a cut on her forehead from a baseball bat they'd decided to hit her with. It had knocked her out, but they hadn't let her stay out for long.

Yep, they. Jacob had decided to join Pete in this little game.

Her lungs wheezed as she tried drawing the air back into her lungs and she found herself coughing.

Her body ached all over, even her back which hadn't been touched by them. Yet, anyway. The chair she was sitting on wasn't exactly the most comfortable and her back was starting to hurt from the hardness of it.

Even her ass was suffering. Although she supposed it could be worse, 'cause her ass no longer ached like it had done a few hours ago. Instead it was numb, something she wished the rest of her body felt like.

"Had enough yet?" Jacob taunted evilly.

She didn't respond.

So Pete decided to stick a knife straight through her leg.

Her mouth and eyes were wide as she screamed and whimpered, the pain in her thigh a white-hot sensation. Tears slipped from her eyes as she screwed them shut and gritted her teeth, whimpering as she tried to hold back.

Don't give into them. Don't give into them. Don't give into them…she chanted again and again in her head.

It'll be over soon, the thought of death was a terrifying relief. Just hang in there, Kerry.

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Deans face was unreadable as Sam told him his theory. It almost looked like Dean wanted to believe that it was possible but found himself reluctant to believe it because he didn't know if it could be possible, or whether he just wanted it to be.

Then he found himself uncaring. It was a small possibility but that was all he needed; it gave him a reason to try and save her.

"Alright," Dean stood up and rubbed his hands together. "I'm in. Where'd we start?"

Sam was quiet for a moment as he thought. "We could try Bobby?" he suggested. There was another thing they could try but he knew Dean would be extremely pissed at him for mentioning it. So he would save it for last.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He agreed.

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"Sorry, boys, I haven't heard squat." Bobby told them, sounding frustrated that he couldn't give them better news but there was also a hint of worry there. "Are you two sure that this is a good idea? I know you want to believe but-"

"But what Bobby?" Dean questioned roughly from his spot where he leaned against the motel wall, arms folded over his chest as he spoke to Bobby who was sat on the motel table on loud-speaker. "But we're graspin' at straws? You think we don't know it?"

"Son-"

"No," Dean interrupted angrily while Sam sat at the table awkwardly as they argued. "If there's a chance – the tiniest – chance that what Sam says is true, you can betcha ass that I'm gonna try and save her."

Bobby exhaled heavily. "You really fell for this girl, huh, boy?"

"No," Dean denied immediately, his expression not giving anything away. "She saved our asses. Saved Sammy's ass. It's time we return the favour."

Sam, of course, knew that there was more to it than that but he didn't say anything. Dean was very closed off when it came to his feelings. It was like trying to draw blood from a stone more times than not.

"Mmm-hmm." Bobby replied unbelievingly, making Dean's nostrils flare in frustration.

"Thanks, Bobby," Sam quickly spoke up before they could start arguing again. "I've got another idea. Give us a call if you hear anything though, yeah?"

"Will do. Take care of yourselves, ya hear? Don't go gettin' your asses killed." His voice broke slightly. "We only jus' got you back, boy. Don't let us lose you again."

Dean's face softened. He knew Bobby wasn't the lovey-dovey type which meant Bobby was seriously worried that something bad was going to happen for him to talk like that. "Don't worry, Bobby," Dean told him softly. "We'll be fine."

Bobby's voice immediately hardened as if nothing had happened and he quickly mumbled a "Whatever." Before hanging up.

The boys were silent for a moment before Dean questioned Sam, "So? What's your plan B?" he frowned slightly when he saw the reluctant look on Sam's face. "Sam…"

Sam spoke up quickly. "Ruby." He said before clearing his throat and glancing around the room. "I say we get Ruby."

Dean inhaled sharply and pushed himself away from the wall where he paced the room, running a hand down his face before turning to Sam. "Ruby?" he repeated almost unbelievingly. "You trust me to be in the same room as her without sendin' that black-eyed bitch back to hell?"

Sam winced. He knew the suggestion wasn't going to go down well. "Yeah," he said more strongly, forcing himself to look Dean in the eye so his point stuck: "'Cause you do that, you lose our only chance of finding Kerry."

Dean's nostrils flared, knowing that Sam was telling the truth and he hated it. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he nodded reluctantly. "Fine," he agreed roughly. "We'll use Ruby. But once Kerry's safe? All bets are off." He warned before heading to the bathroom and slamming the door.

Sam let out a breath. He wouldn't worry about Ruby's safety; Ruby was smart enough to know that once her use had run out, all bets were off.

"Ruby," he spoke into the room. "I need you." The words echoed around the room and he bit the inside of his cheek, hard.

He hoped that she wasn't planning one of her games where she disappeared when he needed her the most. She'd done it before, to prove a point to him, that he needed her. And he got the message loud and clear but now with Dean in the picture and pissed as hell, he wasn't sure where that left him and her.

"Sam." Ruby's voice appeared as a breathless whisper next to his ear, making him jump and her smirk. "What'd you need me for?"

He turned to face her. "I need you to find someone for me."

"Not a girl, I hope," she pouted, leaning down to his level and giving Sam a nice view down her shirt. "I might get jealous." She smirked, letting him know that she was just playing.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, a girl. Dean's girl." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to make sure she knew that. They weren't dating…they were just kind of friends with benefits. "She's in trouble." He paused. "Don't tell Dean I said it's his girl. I mean, it kind of is but he's in denial and-"

She stood up straight, her face unamused as she quirked her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. She cut him off. "And why should I do Dean a favour?" she questioned him seriously. "He wants my head on a plate."

"Do it for me," Sam bargained with her. "I'm asking you to do it. And anyway, it will look good on your part." He thought he would add in.

She thought about it for a moment, staring into his eyes.

"Please?" Sam pushed.

She sighed and dropped her hands to the side. "Your damn puppy-eyes." She muttered under her breath. "Yes, fine, I'll do it."

Sam released a breath and gave her a relieved smile. "Thank you, Ruby." He knew she wasn't like other demons. She was something special.