Chapter 9: Gallows Pole

Savannah slammed the door closed and took off across the parking lot with one last angry glare towards the motel room. Spite was boiling through her and it was all she could do not to slash the tires on Dean's goddamn Impala. She had 45 minutes to wait until her dinner and she hoped that it was worth it. She slipped quietly into a coffee shop and emerged a few minutes later with a coffee that was more to keep her hands busy than anything else. She was seething at Dean's words. "Get the hell away from me. You leave this room, and you don't turn around." They rattled around in her brain ceaselessly and all she could think about was the night that Sam left for Stanford. That fight had been a vicious battle in the war between John and Sam and Savannah had just watched from the hallway as Sam stormed into the night. It had broken Dean, more than he would let on. Her rage amplified at the sheer thought of that stubborn prick. She kicked a rock angrily as her cellphone rang to life. It was Bobby. She let it ring for a couple seconds before she picked up. She definitely wasn't in the mood for lecturing.

"What do you want, Bobby?" She said impatiently and she didn't have to be there to know that his anger was brimming.

"Where the hell are you?! You left?" He hissed and she was starting to regret answering already.

"I didn't leave. He's just like his goddamn father." She grumbled into the phone, feeling like a runaway teenager. She felt the tension lessen as Bobby understood what she meant. He sighed and no doubt took a shot to ease his nerves. She was surprised he hadn't jumped in the car just to kick all their asses.

"Buncha idjits. You're bickering like you're goddamn 15. The both of ya need to grow up." He spat and she bit her lip to keep from losing it on Bobby too. He was just trying to talk some sense into both of them and she knew it.

"I'm a big girl, Bobby. I just want everyone to stop thinking that I can't hold my own." She admitted with anger dripping from her words. Bobby gave an amused chuckle.

"Is that what you think this is about? We know you can hold your own. The issue is that if some guy has bad intentions, there's no telling what he'll do. They're just trying to look after you." He explained, some sympathy mixing in with his anger. She sighed, not wanting to let go of the rage that was still making her heart pump at a million miles an hour.

"Well, I'm not their problem, alright? I'm just going to dinner for Christ's sakes. What's he gonna do, kidnap me?" She half-joked.

"Wouldn't be the first time. Look, all I'm trying to say is keep your guard up. If you get a weird vibe then get the hell outta there." He warned her. She agreed before they ended their conversation. She wandered around aimlessly for the better part of half an hour before making her way to the address Derrick had sent her. The neighborhood was shabby and she had sighed, wondering if they had been right. She paused just outside the building where she was supposedly meeting him. It was dilapidated and she her instincts were telling her to get the hell out of dodge. She had just turned around to head back to the motel when she ran smack into Derrick. She flashed him a smile, not wanting to clue him in that she knew something was up.

"I was hoping you'd show." He said as a menacing smile curled on his lips and his eyes flicked to that soulless, empty black before a blow to the back of the head sent her sprawling. She heard shuffling and tires before the darkness encased her.

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It was the dull throb in the back of her head that woke her. She stirred for a second before realizing that she was suspended, her hands tied by bounds she couldn't quite see yet.

"Shit." She mumbled, her voice echoing in the vastness of the empty room. She opened her eyes, squinting for a second as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was some sort of warehouse, she figured and she cursed herself quietly for not listening to the boys.

"Good, I see you're awake." The man she thought was Derrick smiled cruelly as he emerged from the darkness. She smirked, hiding the panic that was settling into the pit of her stomach.

"If I knew you were into the whole bondage thing, I would have brought the whipped cream." She said smugly as he cuffed her across the face. The taste of blood poured into her mouth and she looked at him defiantly.

"So you like it rough, huh?" She persisted as he chuckled coldly.

"You have no idea. A few hundred years in the pit will do that to a demon." He said casually as his eyes flicked back to black.

"Yeah, well, you better start packing. You'll be back in hell soon enough." She spat bitterly. He chuckled again and produced a knife, his eyes were cold and Savannah knew what his intentions were. He saw the fear that flashed through her eyes at the sight of it.

"Now, don't tell me that the great Savannah Miller is scared of a widdle knifey?" He mocked and she was quiet. She looked around, trying to form some sort of plan.

"You're as pathetic as your father." Derrick continued and she fought against her binds at the mention of her Daddy.

"Don't you say a word about my father, you sonofabitch." She hissed wrathfully at him and he smiled at her reaction.

"Now now, my dear girl. Let's not get into the name calling. I was hoping to keep this civilized after all." He said casually, pacing in front of her.

"Go to hell." She whispered as he stepped closer to her. He waved the blade in front of her face, watching with delight as her eyes widened.

"That's not very nice to say to the demon with a knife." He murmured, slicing it into her chest. She gasped at the pain as it soared through her, and she had to fight the tears that were forming.

"What the hell do you want?" She asked, her voice loud and demanding. She could feel the blood as it trickled down her tank top.

"Sam Winchester. Azazel thinks it's time to collect his..creations..if you will." Derrick said and Savannah felt her face wrinkle in confusion.

"Well, you tell that son of a bitch that Sam declines." She said harshly as a million thoughts fluttered through her minds. She was bait. She kicked herself for not seeing it now. They would use her, knowing that the boys would come running if she was in trouble.

"He thought you'd say that. And he wants you to know that you're expendable." Derrick said with a blow to her gut. She struggled to breathe as the pain was sailing through her.

"They won't come. They'll know it's a trap." She bluffed, knowing fully well that they'd come rushing in anyways. She was family after all and it was the Winchester way to never leave anyone behind.

"Then we'll just have to up the stakes, now won't we?" He said as the knife pierced her stomach. The white hot pain seared through her and she cried out. Derrick's eyes were full of malevolent joy at her suffering as he pulled the blade from her.

"I can't wait to watch them send you back to Hell. I'm getting myself a front row seat." She said between pained breaths. Derrick just smirked at her as he picked up her phone. She struggled hard to force her vision straight as a thick spot of blood formed just under her shirt. This wasn't going to get any better.

"No, No. Hello Dean. Savannah's…tied up at the moment." Derrick said into the phone and the panic was gripping her now.

"IT'S A TRAP! THEY WANT SAMMY!" She screamed loudly, causing the birds in the rafters to scramble away. Derrick sent another blow across her face and she felt the blood as it poured from her nose.

"Well, then I guess we're at a stalemate. I want your brother, and you want your little girlfriend. Fine then, have it your way. Savannah and I were just getting started anyways." He said haughtily, flipping her phone off before smashing it onto the ground. Savannah braced herself as Derrick came striding up to her, his intent set clearly on his face as the knife stuck the light just before it came crashing down into her once again.