Though she could not scream, Miriam's mind yelled out for help. "Gabriel! GABRIEL! Help me! Please!"
Her heart raced ane her breathing sped up as she panicked. She began to count the steps of the person carrying her. One... two... three... four... five...
She was put on the floor, chained to a cold, unforgiving stone wall and the blindfold and gag were removed.
"What do you want?!" she asked, straining against the chains.
"Nothing, right now. This is just a bit of fun. What I want will show up. Eventually." the demon said, smirking.
Miriam's eyes widened. "W-what do you mean? Who are you?" she asked.
"Clarissa." was the only response as the demon walked out of the room and flicked off the lights, plunging the windowless room into darkness.
At the same time, Sam and Dean were just coming to.
"Sammy, you alright?" Dean asked, groaning as he sat up.
"Yeah. You? And Miriam?" Sam responded.
"I'm fine." he said, looking around. "Miriam? Miriam!"
They searched the church, but couldn't find her.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed.
"The demon took her. She said we'd have a message. I guess this is it." Sam said, very reasonably.
Dean nodded. "Let's go." He walked rapidly to the car, ignoring the hangover-like throbbing in his head and the spots in his vision. "You coming, Sammy."
"Yeah." Sam grunted, struggling to his feet due to a slight concussion.
Dean, in his rush to tell Bobby what happened to Miriam , managed to turn a twelve hour drive into nine. His foot never left the gas and AC/DC's "Back in Black" was currently blasting through the Impala's speakers, much to the annoyance of Sam, who was nursing a killer headache.
"Would you please turn that down?!" Sam finally asked, exasperated.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Because I have a headache!" Sam responded.
"Fine." Dean said, turning the music down slightly. "Bitch"
"Jerk" was Sam's immediate response.
Their banter continued until the Impala pulled onto the long drive up to Singer Salvage, both boys falling silent as they glanced into the rearveiw mirror, the severity of what happened- what could be happening- to Miriam settling in now they had to tell Bobby and Castiel.
Bobby was in the kitchen when they walked in, Dean with his head up, but eyes downcast and Sam with his whole body slumped, head bowed with shame.
"Hey guys. How'd it go?" Bobby asked as they walked into the room.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, unsure of how to answer the question.
"Where's Miriam?" Bobby asked before they could figure out how to answer.
"Bobby, she, wh..." Sam started.
"You see, there..." Dean began, trailing off as well.
"Spit it out, ya idjits." Bobby said, exasperated.
"Wedon'tknowwheresheis" Sam said in a rush.
Bobby looked at him. "Didn't catch that."
"Bobby... we don't know where she is." Dean said, taking over for his panic-stricken brother.
"What happened?" Bobby asked quickly, launching the boys into the tale of the hunt and Miriam's kidnapping.
"A demon, huh?" Bobby said. "What has she gotten herself into now?"
"No idea. But we need to tell Cas. He could probably help find her." Dean responded.
"We'll tell him tomorrow. Get some sleep, boys. You look like you need it." Bobby said, herding the boys to the guest rooms before they collapsed on the floor. "And you take it easy, Sam. You got a concussion."
Sam nodded before all but collapsing on the bed, out before he hit the pillow.
