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S1 EP15 BENDERS

Hibbings, Minnesota. Not exactly the vacation capital of the world unless you were into outback woods and possibly the sounds of dueling banjos and inbreeds. Bridget sighed in her police giddup. They never got anywhere fun like the beaches in Florida or the crowds of New York. Why was it the supernatural never disturbed the fun states where there was a mall?

She focused back in on the conversation they were having with Mrs. McKay in her living room. "I know you're just doing your job. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story the more he believes it's true." Bridget wanted to roll her eyes at the ignorance of adults when it came to things that made no sense in their fragile little worlds.

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke to the authorities," she said and Sam nudged her for her demeaning tone.

"But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police so," Dean trailed off, not the best of liars.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw," Sam said with a small reassuring smile.

"I was up late, watching TV," the young adolescent said. "When I heard this weird noise."

"What did it sound like?" Sam asked.

"It sounded like…a monster."

Mrs. McKay smiled at her son, "Tell the officers what you were watching on TV."

He sighed, "Godzilla vs. Mothra."

Dean grinned, "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the orginal."

"Totally!" Evan nodded.

"Yeah," Dean pointed at Sam. "He likes the remake."

"Yuck!"

Sam cleared his throat with a glare and Dean stopped. Bridget chuckled despite it.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Sam questioned.

"No, but I saw Mr. Jenkins get pulled underneath his car."

"Then what?"

"It took him away. I heard it leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What was it?" Bridget asked this time beating them to the punch.

"Like this…whining growl."

Bridget exchanged a look with the other two. Definitely time to go and try to figure this out. Not to mention change her clothes out since there was a bar in town and she was betting they had a pool table and her wallet was feeling a little light.

She counted her money as she strolled back over to the table Sam was sitting at. He pushed her unopen beer towards her as she sat down next to him, not looking up from his research. "How much?"

"Four hundred and seventy-five plus a watch and a lighter," she said and tossed the other two items on the table, tucking the money deep into her boot. Guys always lost to a girl who could work a skirt, always undermined her thinking a denim skirt and calf high boots meant no brain cells. Poor bastards were gonna be thirsty now.

"That's my girl," Dean smiled throwing another dart at the target, missing and hitting the black area.

She picked up a dart and stood next to him, throwing it. It hit just inside the red. She smiled at Dean. "I'm not your girl, I'm just better than you."

"I taught you how to do that," he argued trying to get his manhood back.

"No, you didn't. Pool hustling came from Will, throwing knives and darts at targets came from your dad, remember? He always gave you hell because I was better than you," she patted his cheek. "It's why I always got to ride shotgun." She sat back down next to Sam, "You find anything out?"

"Well, local police have ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle."

"They could be right," Dean said. "It could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."

"Yeah, maybe not. Except for this," Sam opened his dad's journal and Bridget leaned in to look as well as Dean. "Dad marked the area, Dean. Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?"

"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too – this country has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in this state."

"That is weird," Bridget agreed.

"Yeah."

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot," Dean said.

"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Springhill Jack, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere anytime. Look, Dean, I don't know if this is out kind of gig either."

"Yeah, I've had no picture dreams of this area," Bridget nodded.

"You're right. We should ask around tomorrow," Dean said.

"Right," Sam grabbed the journal. "I saw a motel about five miles back."

"Whoa, whoa, come on let's have another round."

"We should get an early start tomorrow."

"Yeah," Dean sighed. "You really know how to have fun, don't you?"

Sam smiled, "You can drop me and Bridge off then and come back then."

"All right," Dean nodded. "I'll meet you guys outside. I gotta take a leak."

Dean headed for the bathroom and Bridget followed Sam outside.

She nudged him with her arm a sly smile on her face, "Drop us off, huh? Thought you wanted an early start tomorrow?"

"Doesn't mean we can't have a short night."

"Short night? You going minute man on me?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm going for as long as Dean is out which would be a good hour."

"Uh huh," she smiled, cocking her head sideways. "We'll see if it's a 'good hour'."

A scratching skittering noise caused the two to stop. She looked at Sam who gave her the same cautionary look. He placed the journal on the hood of Dean's car and took a small flashlight out of his jacket pocket. Bridget stepped near him as he bent down to look under the car. She kneeled down and they saw a black cat that hissed.

"Whoa," he said startled and fell back, knocking Bridget over with him.

The cat ran off and she chuckled nervously.

He helped her to her feet. "It's just a cat."

"It's never just a cat, Sa. Don't you watch horror movies," she warned him.

"What do you mean?"

As the words left Sam's mouth a hand shot from under the car, grabbing Sam's ankle and knocking him of his feet. His head slammed into the asphalt knocking him out as the hand dragged him under the car.

"SAM!" Bridget yelled and reached for him, never seeing the truck that had pulled up alongside Dean's car or the man that had stepped out, hitting her over the head. She hit the ground unconscious before ever reaching Sam.

"Bridget…Bridget! Please wake up," she heard someone calling her name and moved her stiff joints but didn't get to move them far as her foot hit something metal. She let out a small groan, her head was pounding.

"That's it," she felt fingers touching her leg and sat up slowly, opening her eyes. The room was dark and dingy and worst of all she was in a cage.

She rubbed the back of her head softly, feeling the knot there, "Where are we?"

"No idea, but we're locked in cages and I got another guy on the other side of me," Sam said and she sat closer to the side of her cage that connected with his.

"Talk about inside information," she mumbled.

He chuckled in relief, "Are you okay?"

"Besides being locked up like the bitch I can be and the headache I have, I'm good. You?"

"Same with the headache. But we're no closer to figuring out what has us or why."

"So much for the good hour you promised me."

He chuckled and leaned his back against the cage next to her, "Do you ever lose your humor and panic?"

"Not really. Not sure though, I've been in worse situations."

"True."

"I'm sure about one thing though."

"What's that?"

"Dean is going to kill whatever son of a bitch has us to get us back."

Sam nodded, "That I do believe…but there's gotta be a way out of here."

Bridget rattled the door of the cage. "It's pretty sturdy…and I didn't tuck a knife in my boot for once."

"There's gotta be a way to loosen the door…get it to open…" he kicked at the door, but it wouldn't budge. After the fourth kick the guy on his left woke up. Bridget leaned over to the farthest side of her cage while Same moved to talk to him through the bars of his cage.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked the man.

"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?" he grumbled.

"Can you tell us where we are?" Bridget asked from a cage over.

He shrugged. "I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country."

"You're Alvin Jenkins aren't you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

Sam sighed, "We were looking for you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," Bridget nodded.

"Well, no offense, but this is a piss poor rescue," he snorted.

"Well, my brother's out there right now, too. He's looking for us. So -,"

"So, he's not gonna find us," Jenkins interrupted. "We're in the middle of nowhere," he gestured at the door leading into the building. "Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us."

"Who are they?" Bridget asked. "Have you seen them?"

"What are you talking about, girl?"

"Whoever has us what do the look like?" Sam clarified.

"See for yourself," Jenkins said as he heard the door rattle. Two men in black coats and hats walked in. One kicked Jenkins cage. The other went to a panel of buttons attached to a pole on the other side of the room. The man near Jenkins entered a key into the panel and twisted it. The door opened and he shoved a plate of food inside. The man twists the key in the panel again and removes it causing the cages to lock. Jenkins started to devour his food.

Bridget looked at Sam, "Something isn't right about this."

He nodded, "I was thinking the same thing…least we know they're just people."

"What were you expecting?" Jenkins asked, finishing his plate.

Sam glanced at the plate, "How often do they feed us?"

"Once a day, and they use that thing over there to open the cage," he pointed at the panel.

"And that's the only time you see them?" Bridget asked with a frown.

"So far. But I'm waitin'."

"Waiting for what?" Sam asked.

"Ned Beatty time, man."

"I think that's the least of your worries right now," Sam sighed and leaned his back against the cage.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you two think they want, then?"

"Depends on who they are," Sam reached through the top of his cage and Bridget watched him curiously as he grabbed a long metal wire stretching from the top pole to the ground and pulled on it.

"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places except with that pretty little thing to your right."

Bridget glared. "It'll be a cold day in hell when I let them touch me."

"Might not have a choice."

"I'll die first," she said. "And I'll take one of them with me."

Sam continued to pull on the wire that started to detach itself from the pole. "They won't touch her."

"You gonna stop 'em if they try?"

Sam nodded, "Yes."

Jenkins snorted, "Knight in Shining armor…"

Bridget leaned back against the cage ignoring the snide comments from Jenkins and watched Sam try to pull the wire down. She hoped Dean would be here soon. She drew her knees closer to her and wrapped her arms around her legs. Her hand touched the knife hidden in her boot, if they did try anything she'd at least be ready.

An hour had passed though it felt like longer from where Bridget sat. Her legs were cramping and her lower back hurt, no position she could move into was comfortable. But at least the Deliverance boys hadn't been back. Next to her Sam was still working on the coil spring.

"What's your name again, boy?" Jenkins asked.

"It's Sam," he grunted.

"Why don't you give it up, Sammy, there's no way out."

"Don't…call…me…Sammy!" he gritted through his teeth, pulling harder at the wire and finally tearing it down. A small piece of metal fell to the floor, Bridget grinned. It was a start at least.

"What is it?" Jenkins asked.

"It's a bracket."

Jenkins snorted and rolled his eyes, "Well, thank God, a bracket. Now we've got 'em, huh?"

Bridget was about to say something when suddenly Jenkins cage opened. She looked at the bracket Sam had and the wires above the cage. Nothing he pulled down would have caused it to open, something definitely wasn't right but Jenkins took no notice, "Must've been a short," he said and climbed out. "Maybe you knocked somethin' loose."

Sam felt the wrongness in it as well. "I think you should get back in your cage, Jenkins."

"What?" he exclaimed.

"This isn't right," Bridget shook her head.

"Don't you wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "But that was way too easy."

"Look," he said and held up a hand heading for the backdoor. "I'm gonna get out of here and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry."

"No, I'm serious. Jenkins – this might be a trap," Bridget warned him, grabbing the bars.

"Bye, Sammy and pretty girl," he pushed the door open and disappeared into the night.

"Shit!" she exclaimed kicking at the door as she leaned back towards Sam. "Dumbass…"

"We tried," Sam sighed. Jenkins cage door slammed shut.

"He's gonna get himself killed," Bridget said.

A piercing scream filled the air and she closed her eyes as her suspicion was confirmed. Sam's hand touched her arm through the bars. "I think he did get himself killed."

She moved her arm from under his touch to hold it in her own hand, needing the comfort of someone's touch because, for once, she didn't know how they would get out of this.

Not even an hour later the two men brought another person into the cage room, locking the dark haired woman in a cage across from them. They left without so much a word, slamming the door behind them.

"Well…we got new company," Bridget sighed jerking her chin towards the unconscious woman.

"More for them to collect," Sam said.

"I wonder where Dean's at," she said.

"He'll be coming for us, I'm sure of it," Sam said.

"I hope you're right."

The woman across the way let out a groan and they both turned their attention to her as she sat up rubbing her head.

"You all right?" Sam asked.

She looked up at them, acknowledgment crossing her soft features. "Are you Sam Winchester and Bridget Torletto?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded exchanging a look with Bridget.

"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you, Sam."

Bridget let out a sigh of relief, leaning her head against the bars. "Thank God."

"Yeah, he was worried about you too, Bridget, since you're his fiancé and all."

Her grip tightened and the bars and she looked at Sam who chuckled. "Where is he?" Sam asked.

"I, uh – I cuffed him to my car," she said sheepishly.

The door opened and Bridget prepared herself for the two rednecks but Dean entered with a look of disgust on his face, taking in the barn scene. "Sam? Bridget? Are you guys hurt?"

"No," Sam shook his head, happy to see him. Even Bridget had to admit it was a relief.

"It's good to see you, guys," he said.

"How did you get the cuffs off?" Kathleen asked from across the way.

"Oh, I know a trick or two," Dean grinned and pointed at Bridge. "She's a feisty one."

She glared at him, "I'm gonna be real feisty later, doll."

Dean cleared his throat and looked at the locks on the cages. "Alright…oh these locks look like a bitch."

"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there," Sam pointed at the control panel on the pole.

"Have you seen 'em?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," nodded Bridget. "They're just people."

"And they jumped you guys?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Must be gettin' a little rusty," he moved to the control panel and started trying different buttons. "What do they want?"

"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Well, that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy."

"Did you see anything else out there?" asked Bridget.

"Uhh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car too."

"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?" Kathleen asked, gripping the bars, eyes wide.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Actually I did."

Her face fell and she leaned it against the bars.

"Your brothers?" he asked and she nodded. "I'm sorry…let's get you guys out of here then we'll take care of those bastards…damn this thing takes a key," he looked at Sam and Bridget. "Key?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"All right," he sighed. "I better go find it."

"Dean," Sam called out and his brother turned around. "Be careful.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly and left.

"Do you think he'll find it?" Kathleen asked.

"I hope so," Sam let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry about your brother…"

She nodded, "They'll pay for it…they all will. Soon as I get out of here."

"Dean's resourceful, he'll find it."

Bridget touched her necklace suddenly feeling it warm slightly just as it had when Sam had been in trouble months back. "Dean!"

Sam jerked his head to her, taking in her hand gripping her necklace and the scared look on her face. He reached through the bars and touched her hand, "Bridget? What is it? What did you see?"

"No, not see. Felt it," she said with a deep breath and bit her lower lip. "They have Dean."

Sam's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I only feel it when you guys are in trouble," she nodded. "And Dean is in trouble."

"Then so are we," Kathleen said across the way.

The door opened and a guy came in, the one named Lee. He inserted a key into the control panel and Sam's door opened. Bridget's eyes widened as he walked towards Sam, gun in hand.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked him, his hand grabbing the bracket off the floor. Lee aimed his gun at Sam.

"Hey!" Bridget shouted and pulled with her mind. Her emotions weren't strong enough but she did manage to pull him off balance giving Sam the opportunity to lunge at him and causing the gun to go off in the wrong direction. Sam grabbed the gun from Lee's hand and slammed him in the face three times, knocking him out. He tried to fire the gun but it wouldn't work. "Dammit."

He moved to the control panel and opened the rest of the cages. Bridget climbed out, her back cracking in three different spots and preceded to pop her neck, feeling more human.

"Help me move him," Sam said and she grabbed Lee's feet, shoving him into the cage and locking it.

"Now what?" Kathleen asked.

"We hide," Sam said, grabbing Bridget's hand and moving her towards the cabinet. "Kathleen will hide inside, you climb on top."

"Where are you hiding?" she asked him. He pointed to the other side where there were bales of hay.

"I'll be over there," he said.

"I'll go with you."

"No, you stay here."

"But-."

He cut her off, "She'll need your help, I won't."

Bridget nodded, knowing he was right. "Kathleen, get in the cabinet, top side shelf."

Without an argument she climbed in and Bridget maneuvered on top, lying flat on the large piece of furniture, ignoring the dust, soot, and other things that were getting on her clothes and bare legs. Moments later Jared and Pa entered looking for Lee. The light switch wouldn't work and she imagined Sam must have cut the wire. Jared came towards her area of the room and Kathleen must have moved inside the cabinet because Bridget saw Jared's head twitch towards them and held her breath as he walked towards the cabinet, standing right in front of it. Jared lifted the gun and fired at it several times and Bridget jumped once, closing her eyes a moment in hope that Kathleen wasn't hurt. Jared pulled the door open and Bridget's eyes widened until he backed away having seen nothing inside it. She turned her head to the side with a frown and saw Kathleen, body posed to pounce, a determined look in her eye.

She ran, jumping onto his back and Bridget cursed getting up off the cabinet and kneeling at the edge of it. He knocked her off him, sending her in a daze to the floor, barely conscious, and pointed the gun at her. Bridget leaped off the top and struck him in the back. He spun around and she hit him in the face. He recovered quickly and lashed at her but she ducked it and hit him in the face again. She went to kick him but he grabbed her leg and used her momentum to swing her into the wall. She slid down and reached into her boot, pulling out her knife. She stood up just as he charged her and held the knife out, he ran right into her impaling himself on the metal as he pinned her to the wall. He made a grunting noise and she pulled it out, shoving him away from her and letting him fall to the floor. She stepped over to Kathleen, wiping the blade on Jared's shirt before tucking it back in her boot and helping her stand up.

"Come on," she said, pulling her up by her arm.

Sam came hurrying over to them and gestured at Jared. "Is he dead?"

"I don't think so," Bridget shook her head.

"What happened?"

She shrugged. "He ran into my knife."

He didn't question her any further on it, just nodded. "Let's get him in a cage."

Bridget and Kathleen helped maneuver him into the cage next to Lee and Pa lie on the floor still bleeding from where Sam had shot him. Kathleen had found her gun amongst the piles of boxes in the barn. She gestured at Pa. "I'll watch this one. You guys go ahead."

Bridget watched her, saw that look in her eyes, and understood it. "You sure?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay," she patted Sam's back and motioned for them to go find Dean.

Once outside the door Sam looked at her, "Are you sure we should leave her with him?"

"Very much so…she needs to understand and finish some things," Bridget said and they walked towards the house to find Dean.

Sam ran his hand through his hair, "Some night…this is a new one though. Kidnapped by humans."

"Who'd have thought they were crazier than demons?"

"I'm beginning to like them better. They don't kidnap me and lock me in a cage outside a bar."

"Which reminds me," Bridget grabbed Sam's hand suddenly and planted her lips on his, arms going around his neck and after the initial shock wore off his hands went to her hips. She pulled away but kept her body close. "You still owe me a good hour and after tonight my body could use a good hour…and a really good bath."

She let him go and gestured to the house, "Let's go rescue your brother."

"Don't we usually."

"Well so far only from Wendigo's and shape shifters."

"And Scarecrows and faith killers."

"Are you guys talkin' 'bout me?" Dean asked as he came down the steps of the porch the door shutting behind him.

"Usually the topic of our conversation," nodded Bridget, she noticed the bruise on his face beginning to take color and the cut that had scabbed over on his head. "You okay?"

"I've had worse. This is nothin'," he slung his arm over her shoulder. "But you can kiss it and make it all better."

"I'll pass…honey," she added as they approached the barn and Kathleen was standing outside.

"Where's the little girl?" Kathleen asked.

"Locked her in the closet. What about the dad?"

Kathleen paused a moment. "Shot. Trying to escape."

They all exchanged a look and Bridget wasn't sure if the others saw how much lighter she looked, less burdened with the truth and justice. She hoped to someday feel that way though her killers were a little more difficult to find, much less kill than hers. And she still had no idea where to look for the blonde dark eyed demon that haunted the corners of her mind, but she'd find her. When she did, the bitch would have hell to pay.

Dean swore under his breath next to her. "I think the car's at the police station."

Kathleen had retrieved her walkie talkie and listened to the back up call on the way. "So, state police and FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest you three are long gone by then."

"Thanks," Dean said. "Hey, listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?"

"Start walking," she said and pointed down the road. "And duck if you see a squad car."

"Sounds great to me. Thanks," Sam said.

"Listen," Dean paused a moment. "I'm…sorry about your brother."

"Thank you," her eyes began to get teary. "It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth – bit it isn't really."

"It never gets easy…even when you know…but it does eventually fade away, and maybe now," she gestured towards the barn, "it will…this coming from someone who's been there…and still trying to get to justice part of it."

She nodded her head, "You guys should go."

They turned and started walking down the highway. Dean nudged Sam's arm. "Never do that again," he nudged Bridget after a minute. "You either."

"Do what?" they both charmed at the same time.

"Go missin' like that."

"You were worried about us?" Sam chuckled.

"All I'm sayin' is, you vanish like that again, either of you, I'm not lookin' for ya."

"Sure, you won't," Bridget smiled and elbowed him lightly.

"I'm not," he shook his head.

Sam laughed. "So, you got sidelined by a thirteen year old girl, huh?"

"Shut up," he shook his head.

"Looks like you're getting rusty there, Deano," Bridget teased.

Dean chuckled, "Will you both shut up?"

"You're losing your touch? We're gonna have to start fighting younger kids," Sam added.

Dean sighed, running a hand down his face. He was used to long drives, but long walks were worse, they led to long car rides and the way they were going, it was going to be a very long night.