Once Victoria pulled out of her drive way I walked rite over to the unconscious witch who was tied down to the chair in the dining room and slapped her. I slapped her hard rite across her face. Except moving from my slap she did not stir. I raised my hand and hit her again. Nothing. I went to slap her again but someone stopped me. I looked up to see that Sam was holding my wrists.
"Maybe we should just wait for her to wake up." Sam said.
"We don't have time for that. Once The Source realizes she failed and we are holding her hostage he will kill her." I told both of them.
"If you haven't noticed he's not here." Dean told me.
"He does not need to be here to kill her. He can kill whoever he wants from where ever he wants!" I yelled at him.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I don't know how it works but whenever we try to interrogate someone they just burnt into flames." I told him.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Really. I'm waking her up know. I told him.
I walked over to her I stopped once I stood in front of her. I let a blue fire ball form in my hand and I reached out for her arm. I grabbed hold of it and did not let go until she woke up screaming in pain.
Once she stopped screaming she looked down to her burnt and blistered arm.
"You bitch!" She yelled at me.
I raised my hand up to her face. Close enough so the heat would hurt her but not close enough to burn her.
"You will not speak unless you're spoken to. Do you understand?" I asked her.
She shook her head yes. Staring at me with a look that told me if she got loose she would rip off my face.
"She's kind of a bad ass." I herd Dean say under his breath to Sam. He obviously did not know I could hear him.
"Were is he?" I asked her.
"Were is who?" She answered.
I was not in the mood for this.
I grabbed hold of the dagger that was still sticking out of her shoulder and gave it a slight twist.
She gowned in pain. I could see her biting her list trying not to scream.
"Do you know who I'm talking about know?" I asked her.
She looked up at me. If looks could kill I would be dead rite now.
"I don't know who you're talking about." She answered.
I quickly pulled out of her shoulder and reached over her and stabbed it into her leg.
This time she could not hold back her scream it rang out through the entire house.
"How about now?" I asked.
"I don't know how to find him. He contacts me!" She yelled out.
"You're lying!" I yelled at her. Before I punched her in the face.
"Were is he?"
"I don't know." She said.
I was about to hit her again when I was stopped. This time by Dean.
"If you kill her she won't be able to talk." He told me in a calm voice.
"You don't understand." I said to him in a frenzy.
"I don't but you have been walling on her for over an hour. She's not going anywhere. If you keep it up like this you're going to kill her." He told me.
An hour has it really been that long?
"Why aren't you dead?" I asked her. Up close to her face.
She was drifting off but I did not have time for this. I grabbed hold of her face and forced her to look at me.
"Why aren't you dead?" I asked her again.
"Sam I think she's loosing it." Dean said.
"Destiny. We have not killed her yet." Sam told me.
I looked back at him.
"I should not have the chance to kill her. She should have been dead by know." I told him.
I looked back to her. "Why are you still alive?" I asked her one more time. Not so harshly this time.
She just looked up at me and smiled.
"He has not killed you yet because he wants me to?" I asked her even though I knew the answer.
She just sat there smiling at me. I wanted to knock that smile off of her face so bad but I could not move.
"I don't get it. Why would he want you to kill her?" Sam asked.
"This has all been about me. This whole time. Killing my friend. Chasing you around. It was to work me up make me crazy with anger so I would catch and kill you. Isn't it? He sent you to be killed?" I asked her completely ignoring the fact that Sam and Dean were in the room.
"It's completely different to kill someone out of self-defense and to kill out of pure rage and anger." She told me with a smug look on her face.
I just fell onto the floor. I would not allow this bitch to see me cry but I needed to catch my breath. I can't believe I almost feel for his trap.
"Why?" Dean asked. Obviously still confused.
"He just wants her to join his side. Think of all the fun we could have. Let me go. We can kill the Winchesters together. I'm shore that would make him very happy. Then we could just have fun like we used to when we were kids."
"I don't know you?" I told her.
"No you just don't remember me. Your mother saw to that. Erased your memories. Ask her she knows who I am." She told me.
"Shut up you lie!" I yelled at her as I knocked her out.
"What the hell was she talking about?" Dean yelled at me.
"I don't know." I told him. "I don't remember her."
"What did she mean when she said he wants you. Why would he want you on his side?" He asked again.
"I don't know!" I yelled back at him.
"You're lying." He said taking a step towered me.
"Drop it." I told him.
He was about to say something else but I stepped up to him. I had to look up to him because he towered over me but it did not matter he understood exactly what would happen to him if he pushed me right now. He slowly backed down. Taking a step back. Sam reached out and grabbed my wrist. I wanted to pull away from him but I did not. I let his hand rest on my wrist.
"What do we do about her?" Sam asked.
"If you want to make shore she is not reborn you're going to have to kill her with fire." I told them as I started to walk out the front door.
"What does that mean?" Dean called out after me.
"Exactly what I said. If you don't want her to be reincarnated, like all witches are when they die. You are going to have to burn the witch. Burn her alive." I told them and then disappeared outside.
I just started walking. I did not know where I was going I just knew I did not want to be around for what was about to happen next.