Chapter 11 - 'See You On The Other Side'
Katie smiled slyly at Sam, who stared defiantly back.
'Your really in for it now you know,' she told him, yanking the knife out of his shoulder. He gasped slightly. 'You nearly had me there…lucky I have a sense of good and evil.'
'Don't you dare hurt my brother,' Sam muttered.
'As if I'd listen to you,' she scoffed at him. 'MATT! Get in here.'
Another of the men entered.
'Watch him.'
She stormed out the door, and headed up to her bedroom.
Sam groaned internally. He hadn't been worried; like Dean had promised him, he had a handcuff key on him…but having a guard? Sure, he could take him on, but it was so risky. He decided to sit it out for a while.
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Up at the bedroom, Katie stormed in to find Dean Winchester on her bed, hands cuffed over his head to the headboard.
'You know baby,' said Dean. 'Normally I'd look at this as fun…but the whole "I'm a demon" thing is a turn off.'
'Oh you'll get over it,' she replied.
She sat on top of him, smiling in delight as she leant down for the kill. Dean knew what was coming, and tried in vain to move his head away, to prevent her lips touching his, but failed. His eyes went black underneath the contacts, and Katie made sure, by gently removing them and checking his eyes underneath.
'Don't worry Dean,' she soothed. 'I've made you better.'
She released his hands.
'He has a key,' said Dean. 'He has a handcuff key in his pocket.'
'Really?' said Katie. 'Well then…we've got some work to do. Go get it off him.'
'With pleasure.'
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Sam sighed with boredom. He'd only been sitting there for five minutes, but being tied to a chair was growing old. And where was Dean?
He looked up as Dean barged into the room, and knocked the guard out. He dragged him outside the door and shut it quickly.
'Dean! Where the hell have you been?'
'Gees Sammy, give me a break. I had to get away from bitch woman first,' complained Dean, walking over to his brother.
'Why are you still wearing those contacts?' asked Sam, annoyed. 'You know they freak me out.'
'Oh Sammy…' said Dean, reaching into Sam's pocket and extracting the key. 'I'm not wearing contacts.'
His eyes flashed menacingly.
Sam paused, before it finally sunk in.
'KATIE YOU BITCH!' he screamed. 'I SWEAR YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET-'
'Shh…' said Dean, clamping his hand onto Sam's mouth. 'That's my girl your talking about. I wouldn't say anything bad if I were you.'
He removed his hand, and backhanded Sam across the face, drawing blood from his nose.
'I never really liked you,' said Dean angrily. 'Always the good little schoolboy, trying to get a career. Didn't care about me; about dad. You made my life hell! And I want you to pay!'
Without hesitation he lunged for Sam's neck, gripping it as tightly, and as hard as he possibly could. Sam began choking as his air supply was cut off.
Dean's eyes gleamed.
'See you on the other side.'