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Chapter 4

Elle woke up a bit disoriented and with a pounding headache. She couldn't see anything and quickly realized there was a bag over her head and her hands were tied in front of her.

"Sam? Sam!?" she called out trying to get her hands unbound, desperately jerking and pulling against the restraints.

Instead of the voice she wanted to hear she heard the voice of the man that had knocked her and Sam out. "Now, now honey, Sam's all right and you will be too if Dean comes through."

'Dean?' she thought, 'what the Hell did he want with Dean? Was he a monster looking for revenge?' The man jerked her up out of the car and walked her forward. After a few yards the guy shoved her down into a chair and pulled the bag off her head. It was still night and she could make out, even without her glasses, that they were in a barn.

"Sam," she breathed out as the man tied her to the chair. Sam was seated about a foot away from her, tied up as well.

"Are you all right Elle?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," she breathed, trying to calm her racing heart.

Sam noticed the blood on her forehead and looked to the man. "You touch her again and you'll be sorry."

The man just laughed. "You're in no position to tell me what to do. I gave her a chance to cooperate but she didn't listen, came at me with a knife even," he pointed to his face, "thanks for that honey." He pulled Elle's glasses out of a pocket and shoved them on her face. "That better darlin'?" he chuckled.

Both Sam and Elle just glared at him.

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"First time I broke my arm, my older brother, Davey, had me riding on the handles of his three-speed. Decided to pop us a wheelie. Look real fancy for all the little pretties outside the DQ. Well, we were looking mighty good for a little bit. And then, 'whoop!' Ass end over the teakettle, boy. Hurt like a son of a bitch. You're Sam Winchester. I think we both can agree on that. But you," he pointed at Elle. "I'm not quite sure who you are but if you're associated with Sam here then you must know his brother." He turned back to Sam, "You don't have a sister so…girlfriend? She's a bit young for you isn't she," he joked. "Anyway, your older brother Dean, well…he and I, we go way back."

"You're a hunter?" Sam asked.

"Sure. Yeah, we can go with that. Huntin' your brother counts, right?"

Sam scoffed. "I wouldn't do that."

The man just grinned. "Yeah."

"Trust me," Sam said.

"Yeah," Elle cut in. "That wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, not that you seem like the brightest star in the sky so far."

The smile fell from the guy's face and Sam spoke up. "Look, buddy, I-I don't know who you are, all right? I don't know what you want or what my brother did, but if you got any sense, I suggest you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster."

"Well, he was. Yeah, he was…" he looked up, "many, many moons ago. But now he's prey." He got in Sam's face. "And I'm the monster now. I've got your cell phone so let's say we call ole Dean huh? See what he has to say?"

Sam and Elle watched as he called Dean, both of them wondering if he'd even pick up. It seemed he did when the guy spoke, "Well, Hell, I just may take you up on that."

They couldn't hear what Dean was saying on the other end and sat listening intently to what they could hear on their side.

"Me? Well, I'm karma brother…On your brother's phone…No, not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother and his little girlfriend will be just fine."

On the other end Dean cocked his head. "Well, well looks like my brother's been doin' more than just lookin' for me."

"You don't know her?"

"Last I checked Sam wasn't all that interested. And how do I even know either of them are alive?"

The man turned around to face Sam and Elle and held the phone out to Sam, "Speak."

When Sam didn't say anything he put the phone in front of Elle. "He says he doesn't know you but I don't know if I believe him, speak."

When Elle refused to say anything the guy went back over to Sam and punched him in the face. Elle yelped and cringed as Sam's head jerked back. The guy walked back over to Elle, "your turn."

"Elle."

"What?"

"You said you don't know who I am. My name is Elle. Elle Hinton."

"Now was that so hard?" he asked before putting the phone back up to his ear. "Proof of life."

"Dean!" Sam called out.

"Got a pen?...Well, that'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother and friend…well, I'll be sure to pass that on as I'm slittin' their throats."

The guy ended the call and turned back to them.

~O.o~

Elle could see that the sun was starting to come out as Sam was trying to convince the guy that monsters were real and she could see that the guy who had just said his name was Cole didn't believe him.

"He's telling the truth. Monsters are real and we're not psychos!" Elle tried.

Cole started to put on some gloves. "I guess…we are just gonna' have to do this the other way."

Elle watched, her heart racing again, as Cole picked up a hammer and grinned.

Cole smacked Sam across the face. "Where's Dean, Sam? Where is he?" He landed another blow and then another before yelling, "Where is he?!"

When Sam still didn't answer he swung again.

Tears were streaming down Elle's face and each time Cole took a swing at Sam she closed her eyes, unable to look. When Cole put one hand on Sam's neck and put pressure on Sam's hurt arm she yelled out, "Stop! Stop, please! What do you think we were doing out there on the road? We were looking for Dean too!"

"Shut up!" Cole yelled at her, focusing on Sam. He started to scream in Sam's face and apply more pressure to Sam's arm.

"Shove it up your ass," Sam said through gritted teeth.

"Okay. Okay. Okay, okay. I guess it's time to crank up the volume, then. Huh?" He let go of Sammy and grabbed the hammer he'd had earlier, placing it over Sam's left knee cap.

Elle couldn't stand it as she struggled against her restraints. While Cole had been focusing on Sam she'd been working on the ties on her hands. She didn't know what she would do if she got them off but she had to do something.

"Right there," Cole said, but Elle cut him off, "What you're doing makes you no better than the guy you're hunting," she spat.

Before anyone could say anything a ringtone started and Cole put down the hammer and took off his gloves. "Hey, darlin'. No, I'm good," he said, walking away. "No, everything's fine. Everything's just fine…Go ahead. Put him on."

Just as Sam noticed the keys with the knife on them that fell out of Cole's pocket when he got out his phone Elle leaned forward and snatched them up with her now free hands. Sam's eyes widened as she flicked open the blade and cut the rest of her restraints.

"I literally just got my hands free when he walked away," she explained now jumping up and using the blade to free Sam.

"You've got good prospects for a hunter after all," Sam said as he stood up and Elle handed him the keys and knife. "Okay let's go, quickly," Sam said and they made their way out of the back of the barn and took off running.

When they made it to a road they slowed down so Sam could call Cas and after that they paid a guy a few hundred bucks for the truck on his lawn.

~O.o~

Sam and Elle tracked Dean down to a strip club where the bouncer, with his own arm in a sling, identified Dean from a photo. He confirmed that Dean had been there and the cops were called on him as well, but he skipped out before they showed up.

Sam and Elle were now leaving the motel they'd spent the night at, grabbing a few hours' sleep.

"Hello, Bullwinkle."

Elle turned around with Sam and her eyes widened as she was face to face with Crowley. "Son of a bitch," she breathed out.

"And you are?" Crowley inquired, smiling as Sam pulled Elle behind him.

"Um, Elle."

"Elle?" His eyes narrowed. "What's a young thing like you doing with a Winchester, hmmm?"

"It's…complicated," she answered, unable to keep from peering around Sam to look, wide-eyed, at the king of Hell.

Crowley nodded and looked to Sam. "She's a bit young for you mate. You miss me?"

Sam pulled a knife out. "So much."

"You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you."

Elle's brow furrowed.

"What?" Sam asked, holding the knife out in front of him.

"The little prat's bad for business. He's…uncontrollable. Must be the mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now—again, forever."

"Then where is he?"

"First there's the small matter of my finder's fee."

Elle: #Crowrey!

Sam: #Crowrey?

Elle: Has fit of giggles.

#AlwaysKeepFighting