Dean's POV
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This place smells... Alittle familliar. I might have been on a hunt here. Or it may be just my imagination.
Someones dragging me. I can't remember much, so I don't really know who except...
I don't dare open my eyes. If I do and its him... He will start torture. I remember now. I was at the motel and he knocked me out. Next time I've gotta remember to turn my phone off.
Ok. I know I've been here. It smells way to familliar. Its a mix of... Smoke, although I think that's just the bastard. Anyway a mix of smoke, and... I don't know. I haven't smelled it since I was a kid.
"Home sweet home." He mutters. It hits me so hard I thought I would be sick. He brought me back home. In Kansas. Where the best mom in the world died. They must have rebuilt the house. I swore I would never come back here, but being forced to doesn't count... Right?
Yup. I'm gonna be sick. He drags me up the stairs, and it hurts. He brings me in the bathroom where he ties me up against the sink. "Good morning Dean-o." He says.
"Open your eyes. Now." I open them slowly. He grins somewhat evily. "Good to see you again, Dean. I was begining to think I knocked you into a coma, you know, because you might have a concussion." He chuckles. I groan.
"Hey, Dean?" I look away from him. He grabs my face strongly and forces me to look at him. "Did you... Really think I wouldn't find you?" No. I knew he would find me eventually. I bet Sammy did too. Shit, Sam. He better be in good shape or the fucker I used to call dad is going to get it.
"Answer me, Dean." I shake my head. He nods. "Good to know you aren't as stupid as I thought you were." He chuckles again and walks out the door. I look around. They rebiult the house exactly the way it was when mom died. Tears threaten to well up in my eyes. I'm gonna die in the same house my mom died in.
He walks back in, holding a freshly sharpened knife. "Dean, you know... Daddy is half fighting in here. He's also half not." I'm confused. What the hell's he talking about? "What are you talking about?" I ask. My voice is scratchy and it sorta hurts.
"I'm talking about your dad. He's not fighting very hard for you. Infact... He let me in here. I told him that it was either gonna be little Sammy, or you I torture. Wanna know why he chose you?" Not really but he's gonna tell me anyways. I don't like where this is going. "He chose you because you lack everthing! I mean you guys have been after me for what... 20 years? YOUR NOT GETTING ANYWHERE! Then Sammy left, and you were lacking even more. Tell me, why? Why didn't you ever get your thumb out of your ass and save people properly? Why did you let that family of your slip out of your hands? Why shouldn't you go to Hell?"
I don't fucking believe it. His eyes change to a gross color of yellow as I figure out that that's not my dad. That's the demon we have been after for 20 years. He presses the knife up to my throat. "I would kill you with my powers but... I figured out over the course of 2 years, torturing is more fun."
Right after he says that, two demons walk in. One is a girl and she has short blonde hair, and is wearing a pink leather jacket and skinny jeans. The other is another girl but she has mid-length black curly hair, wears a black dress that goes down to the middle of her thigh. She has a tatoo. It looks like a red diamond. She's kinda hot... Dammit! Snap out of it Dean! She's a demon!
"Hey Dean-o." The blonde one says. "I'm Meg." I look at her questioningly. I manage to say "I don't give a fuck." That earned me a slap in the face. I'm gonna get a bruise later... If I live that long.
The other chuckles at my misery while Meg says "Thats not a very nice word Dean." She takes out her own knife. Just holds it against my right wrist. The other smiles lustfully and says "I'm Chris. Its... So good to finally meet you Dean, I've heard... So much about you."
She leans down and kisses my jaw. "Enough sweetie." I hear the demon say. "Dean. These are my daughters. Their gonna help me torture you to death."
Chris slowly starts to reach out for her own knife. "Now, before we get down to buisness, you should know that we have the house surrounded by demons. So if your brother somehow happens to find out where we are... He will die shortly after he gets here." That makes my stomach drop. Its not that I don't believe in Sam... But he's been gone for two years. I'm not sure if he would remember exorcisms or not.
They take this time to gag me around the mouth with a rope. "This is so no one can hear your screams... Actually, it doesn't matter. My children have taken over the bodies of anyone who could possivly hear you." Well there goes my last bit of hope and luck.
"Alright girls... Let the fun begin."
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Don't you hate cliffhangers? I was watching a horror movie when I came up with this chapter. And yes. Chris is one of my OFC's. so yeah... See you next time :)