Marisa rolled over and reached out for her pillow. Instead her hand hit something hard and cold. Opening her eyes, Marisa found herself looking at her own reflection. Glass. Something heavy laid on her chest, making it hard to sit up. Laying her hands on her chest, she felt links and links of chains.
"What the hell?" she said, lifting her head up slowly.
Running her fingers down the chains, she felt that they went down to her waist. Tied to the front her her body, was a padlock, and more chains. Trying not to panic, Marisa managed to get up to her feet, after a few tries. Once she was up, Marisa started to bang on the glass.
"HEY! Anyone ou there? Hello?" she shouted, as she looked out from her box. The room instelf was dark, but a light was hanging above her box, and on either sides, large tubes were screwed in and led to somewhere in the room.
She kept calling out, until she grew tired and the chains began to weigh her down. Sliding down on the ground, Marisa sighed.
"Why am I always the damsel in distress?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair.
Meanwhile
Dean sped through town, as Sam tried to get him to slow down. Making a sharp turn, Sam put both his hands on the dashboard and cursed out at his brother.
"Dean, if you go any faster, we'll crash," he shouted, gripping onto the door.
Ignoring him, Dean went a little faster, until he stopped in front of the house that he and Sam were at earlier. Getting out of the car, Dean made his way to the back and popped the trunk up. Sam got out and followed, watching as Dean dug through their stash.
"What are we doing here?" he asked, as Dean loaded a gun with bullets.
"I think she's here," Dean said, handing a gun to Sam.
Sam frowned, "How could she be here? It would've taken her hours to get here, and we would've saw her while driving back," he said.
Dean shook his head, "I just have a feeling, Sammy," he said, slamming down the trunk.
Walking back to the front of the car, Dean reached into the backseat and grabbed the flashlights. Sam watched as Dean made sure both worked, and shook his head.
"You like her," he stated.
Dean looked up at him and frowned, "Excuse me?" he asked.
Sam smirked, "Dean, you like her. Marisa," he said.
"Dude, I'm just doing my job," he said, slamming the door shut.
"Dean, I'm not stupid. I see the way you look at her and how you act around her. You like her," he said, as Dean threw the flashlight over to him.
"Shut up, Sammy," he said, walking towards the house.
Sam quickly followed, "It's okay if you like her, I don't care. She's like a sister to me, so it's not like I'm pissed off that you want to get with her," he said.
Dean turned around, "Sammy, I promised that I'd take care of her!" he shouted.
Sam stopped talking and frowned, "You said that to her?" he asked.
Shaking his head, Dean sighed. "No, I kinda said I'd be there for her when she decided to talk about her Mom and everything," he said.
"Dean," Sam started off, but Dean cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it! You and Me? We're all she has left! So until we get her back, you shut your cakehole about this schoolyard crush thing, got it?" he snapped.
Sam nodded and Dean stormed up to the house, with Sam right behind him.