AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Friday, all! I will give you Content Warnings for this chapter: swearing, violence, blood, talk of torture, and angst. Thanks to Edge_of_Clairvoyance for the beta.

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I awoke slowly-I wasn't in the back seat of the Impala, I couldn't hear the soft growl of the engine or feel the leather seat underneath me-I shifted, noticing I was sitting on something hard. I tried to move my arm, but it was held in place by something-I opened my eyes and looked down. I was sitting in a large wooden chair, my arms tied to the arm rests and my legs tied to the legs. I panicked, pulling against the ropes and trying to throw my torso forward. The chair was so heavy I couldn't move it at all. I remembered my dad teaching my brothers about different types of knots, they had had to practice tying and untying them, and Dad had told them what to do if they ever got tied up. Something about tensing your muscles, but was that while you were being tied up, or after? I didn't recall, so I tried tensing and relaxing my arms and legs, but it didn't seem to loosen any of the ropes.

I started to cry as the memories of what had happened at the Gas-n-Sip started coming back to me. Where was Dean? Where were the men? Oh God, they must have taken me! I fought against the ropes binding me, trying to yank my arms out. It didn't work, and I was left panting and sobbing. I had to calm down! I took a deep breath and tried to stop crying. I looked around- I was in a small room with a low ceiling, facing away from the door. There was newspaper taped over the window, and a long table against the wall under the window. There was a desk lamp on the end, the shade turned to face the floor, casting a low light in the room. It looked like there were newspaper articles and maps taped to the wall, like how Dad put things up when he had a hunt. There were stacks of books, bottles and jars holding what looked like dried herbs and liquids, and some different sized wooden boxes stacked up at the end of the table. It reminded me of times we had visited other hunters, seeing the layouts of their rooms, a lot of them pinned things up on the wall and had collections of bottles and boxes. Was I in a hunter's house? But then, who were the men in the Gas-n-Sip? Were they hunters who had somehow become possessed? I turned my head from side to side but I couldn't see much, there was a messy bookshelf and a small chest of drawers on one side of the room and the other side had cardboard boxes stacked up against the wall and a small table with a couple of straight backed chairs.

Should I call out to my brothers and see if they were maybe in the next room? I sat still and listened, but I couldn't hear anything-no sounds from inside the house or outside, either. There was no light coming from the window, but it didn't mean it was dark outside- the newspaper could have been thick enough to block out the outside light, I had no way to know.

I thought about the last thing I had seen, Sam's panicked face looking in- where was he? Was Dean okay? Everything had happened so fast, I hadn't had time to think about it. Worry flooded me as I remembered hearing Dean's choked voice telling me to run. He always looked out for me, no matter what. Tears came to my eyes, and I called out to him in my mind. "Dean, if you can hear me, I hope you're okay. Sam, if you can hear me, I hope you're okay. Dad, please come and find us! Help me!"

That made tears come to my eyes again, and I fought against them. Dad had always taught my brothers "Remain calm, look around and assess everything, don't give in to panic". I had to try and do the same thing. I had to look at everything and remember the details.

I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps, and turned my head as people entered the room. I heard a click and the room was flooded with light from overhead that made me blink.

"Well, well, well, she's awake." It was the men from the Gas-n-Sip. The taller man had removed his jacket and was wearing a dark button down shirt. His dark hair was mussed just so and looked like it had gel in it. The shorter, blonde man was still wearing his jean jacket, and he was holding a bucket of fried chicken from the popular chain called "Chicken King". We rarely ate there because the food was more expensive, as far as fast food restaurants went, it was considered upscale. The smell of the meat made my stomach growl, and I wondered how long I had been here.

"Who are you? Where are my brothers? What do you want from me?" I asked.

The dark haired man held his hands up, palms out. "Whoa, one at a time, missy." He chuckled. "Spunky little thing, aren'tcha?"

The blonde man bit into a chicken leg. "I didn't even know there was a Winchester girl." He chewed noisily.

The dark haired man huffed. "I know you haven't been up here long, but try to keep up, willya?"

People were usually kidnapped for money, weren't they? Did demons want money as well? "My family will pay whatever you want." I told them.

They both laughed at that, the dark-haired man leaning over and slapping his thigh. "Oh, that's rich. We don't want your money, kid. What we want is-revenge." He straightened up, and his eyes were all black again. He stepped closer to me, leaning down into my face. "See, your family, they took one of my friends, and they roughed him up pretty bad."

Fear made my stomach twist up. "I-I'm sorry th-that they hurt your friend."

"Got him sent back downstairs, so I'm pretty pissed." He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back.

"Ow! I'm s-sorry! I didn't know!" I cried.

"Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. There's no way that John Winchester's daughter has no idea what her family does." He blinked and his eyes changed back to normal. He looked at me, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine, and it felt like he was looking into my soul. "Wait...for real? You really don't know?" He let me go and stood up, walking away from me shaking his head. He turned back to me. "Talk about daddy issues, this one's got subscriptions!"

The blonde man dropped the chicken bone on the floor and pulled out another piece, crunching into it with gusto. He laughed. "Subscriptions, that's a good one!"

The taller man glared at him. "Do you have to eat that now, dipshit?"

"What, I'm hungry!"

"How can you be hungry, that's your second bucket of that crap?"

The blonde man said, "Last time I was topside, there was a famine, and nobody had any meat, or anything. I had to resort to catching the rats in the stables and eating them on the sly!"

The taller man shook his head, making a face. "I heard about how disgusting you are!"

"You're just mad because I didn't offer you any." The blonde man held the bucket out. "Go ahead, take the last leg."

"I don't want your fucking chicken! We're here to do a job, you know!" The taller man shoved the shorter man.

The shorter man set the bucket on the table behind him. "You're right." He wiped his greasy hands on his jeans and came over to me. "Me 'n' Jervis, we're here to fuck you up." He swung at me, and his fist just grazed the tip of my nose. I moved my head and cried out in shock. He laughed.

The taller man-whose name I now knew was Jervis- grabbed the blonde man and swung him around, punching him in the face. "WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" He shouted. "You just told her my name, you fucking idiot!"

The shorter man rubbed his face. "Geez, Jerv, I'm sor-"

Jervis punched him again. "SHUT! UP!" He shoved the blonde man against the table. "Shut your filthy mouth and just let me do all the talking, dipwad."

"You don't have to keep making fun of my name," The blonde man said in an injured tone.

"Well, Dipper is such a stupid name, it's perfect for you, you blithering idiot." Jervis snapped. He slapped his forehead. "Now you've got me doing it!" He shoved Dipper again. "Just eat your chicken and keep quiet." He turned to me and came over. "So, you're the one they always leave behind, huh? The one who doesn't know anything about hunting?" He rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"My family will come and find me!" I said hotly. "They know how to track and they're the best hunters out there!"

"Yes, but do they really care enough to look for you? They're probably happy that you're gone, that they don't have to find someone to babysit you while they prepare to kill the next Big Bad."

I knew that what he was saying probably wasn't true, but it was a long-held fear of mine. "Shut up!" I snapped.

He laughed. "Oh, hit a nerve, did I?"

Dipper tossed another chicken bone to the side. "Can we stop all the talking and just get to the violence? I really wanna fuck her up for what they did to Rosco." He came over, holding his fists up in a boxing stance.

Jervis looked at him. "This is part of the fun, taunting her. But you're not smart enough to keep up."

"Man, would you stop ragging on me, you scabby cur?" Dipper swung at Jervis.

"Fuck off, prick!" Jervis snarled, and he attacked Dipper.

The men fought with each other, grappling and landing punches, and I couldn't do anything but watch. Dipper lifted his leg and slammed his foot into Jervis's knee, and they both fell into me, knocking against the chair and moving it slightly.

"OW! You ASSHOLE!" Jervis howled, shoving Dipper away and standing up. "We're supposed to be working together, Dipshit!" He limped away.

"FUCK YOU, WHORESON!" Dipper shouted, stomping over to the table to grab his bucket of chicken. He stomped out of the room, slamming the door so hard that the window rattled.

Jervis was panting as he bent over and felt his knee. "That son of a bitch." He muttered. He straightened up, glaring at me. "The fuck you looking at?" He stormed over to me and slapped me across the face, so hard my head rocked to the side. I cried out from the pain, and he left the room, turning off the overhead light and slamming the door.

I burst into tears. My cheek was throbbing. How was I going to get out of this? They wanted to hurt me-hurt me badly, it sounded like. What could I do? I thought back to all the movies I had watched with Dean, where the hero got kidnapped by bad guys. The hero would usually have some snappy repartee with the baddies, until his partner or the police would burst through the door to rescue him. But I didn't know how to talk to people like this, I couldn't think up sassy remarks on the fly. Dean was the best at that, he knew how to speak to people, say things to make a waitress blush, or another hunter shut his mouth.

"Please, guys, please, if you're out there, please come and find me," I said in my head. I pictured my brothers in my mind, Dean behind the wheel of the Impala, Sam next to him in the passenger seat, both of them turning back to look at me. I imagined Dad opening his arms for a hug-but would he hug me? After he had punished me, he had held me, but he hadn't said much. Usually he reassured me that everything was okay, that it was clean slate, but he hadn't said that this time. What if he was still mad at me? I had just started to rebuild his trust, and then the whole thing with the Ouija board had screwed that up again. I had brought the attention of demons to me, to our family. He had said as much, that I had put myself and our family in danger. So this was my fault. Maybe the demons had just been lying in wait, and it was all because of me. Dad was probably never going to forgive me. I lowered my head and wept harder.

Dean glared at me, his brows lowered and his jaw set. "You've been a thorn in my side since the day you were born. It was always, "watch out for your sister" but I hated every second of it. I couldn't wait to get away from you." He slapped me across the face.

"D-dean!" Tears came to my eyes- I couldn't believe he was saying that to me!

Sam leaned down into my face, his eyes hard. "You're the dumbest kid I've ever known. No one wanted to take care of you, Dean and I argued all the time over who had to watch the whiny little annoyance. We were glad when Dad took us on hunts, so glad to drop you off at someone else's house so you'd be their problem." He slammed me into the wall.

"Sam, I'm sorry!" I gasped, tears starting to slide down my cheeks.

Dad stepped in front of me."You're a failure in every sense of the word." He spat. "We hadn't planned for you and it's safe to say you were a mistake, and I regret having you. You don't live up to the Winchester name and no matter how hard you try you're always going to fail." He backhanded me so hard I fell down."You're worthless, and you're not my daughter. If I could get rid of you, I would."

I looked up at them, tears streaming from my eyes. "Please- please don't-"

They all came to stand around me. Their faces looked different, stretched out, evil somehow. And then their eyes turned black. All three of them drew their legs back to kick me-

I awoke with a start. Tears were pouring down my face, and I felt utterly hopeless. Maybe the dream was a manifestation of how my family really felt about me. Maybe they wouldn't rescue me after all, and I'd be stuck here forever. Maybe all the training they had been doing recently was just to placate me and I really was a failure, and they didn't want me around. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just give up. I felt utterly alone and bereft, and I clamped my mouth shut against the sobs wracking my body.

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Pain in my neck woke me up. My head was down, and I felt my neck muscles protest as I lifted my head up. My face was sticky with dried tears as I blinked. I could see light around the edges of the newspaper in the window-it must be daytime now. I moved my arms and legs, testing the ropes, but they were still tight against me. I thought I heard something outside, possibly the drone of a car driving past. What if this house was in a neighborhood? If there was another house nearby, they might hear me if I was loud enough. Maybe someone else would rescue me and I could live with them. No one would have to know that I was from a hunters' family and that I had failed them. Should I try it? I took a deep breath and said, "Help. Help me." I took another deep breath, imagining Ms. Brown saying, "Use your diaphragm to support your breath, and project!" I yelled, "HELP! IS ANYONE THERE? HELP ME! HELP ME, I'M HERE! HELP ME SOMEBODY! HELP!"

I heard footsteps pounding and then the door opened quickly, slamming back into the wall. The overhead light came on.

Jervis came over, Dipper right behind him. Jervis grabbed my face, his fingers pressing into my cheeks. "What are you doing, shut the fuck up!" He snapped.

Dipper was holding a thick sausage and he took a huge bite.

"HELP ME!" I shouted.

Jervis grabbed the hair on the top of my head, wrenching my head back. "I said shut the fuck up!"

"Ow!" I gasped. "Where are we?"

"You don't ask the questions, bitch!" Jervis let go of my head and pointed at me. "You'll shut your fucking mouth if you know what's good for you!" He grinned meanly. "Didja have a nice night? Have any dreams about your little family of hunters?"

I remembered reading that demons can enter people's dreams and read minds. Is that why I had had that horrible dream? I had never dreamed about my family like that, I'd never had a dream where they had hurt me or their eyes had turned black. What if Jervis had gone into my mind?

"You don't know anything about my family!" I snapped. "Stay out of my head!"

"I know that they're just pretending to care about you-you're not a hunter like them, you just drag them down. They're not going to rescue you." He said smugly.

I knew then that he was just trying to mess with my mind, to make me feel so sad that I didn't try to fight back. He wanted me to give up hope. Well, I was a Winchester, and Winchesters don't go down without a fight. I got an idea then. The exorcism prayer was for exorcising demons, right? I had no idea how to actually do an exorcism, but what if the prayer could hurt demons somehow?

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino-" I chanted.

Dipper gasped and put his hand to his head. "Ow!" He dropped the sausage.

"Qui fertis super caelum-" I continued.

Jervis said, "Oh fuck no!" He slapped my mouth, and I felt my lip knock against my teeth. I tasted blood in my mouth, but I continued. "Caeli ad Orient-"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Jervis punched me in the face, and I cried out.

"OW! Ec-ce-d-dabit-"

With a roar, Dipper launched himself at me, pummeling me with his fists. I felt blows landing on my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, my chest-

"Stop!" Jervis pulled Dipper away. "We don't want to hurt her that much just yet!" Jervis held his hand up and then clenched his fist, and suddenly it was like all the air got sucked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe! I opened my mouth and tried to take a deep breath but nothing happened. I started to panic, and the edges of my vision started to get dark.

"You gonna keep your fucking mouth shut?" Jervis asked me, and I nodded vigorously. He put his hand down and I felt breath flooding into my lungs. I gasped, gulping in the air.

Dipper had gone over to the table under the window and was rooting around on it. He turned and held something up- a silver roll of duct tape. He tore a strip off and brought it over, slapping it across my mouth. "That should keep you quiet for now, you little ditch whore." He punched me in the head, and I moaned.

Jervis grabbed him and pushed him back. "Would you cool it? Get ahold of yourself, c'mon." He yanked on Dipper's arm, and they left the room.

I was breathing hard, tears pouring down my cheeks. I could feel parts of my body throbbing where I had been hit. Dipper's fist had landed in my eye at one point, and my eye socket was aching. They were going to hurt me- they had made plans to hurt me! How could I get out of this? Panicking, I thought of my family- "Dad, please find me, help, Dean, come and find me, Sam, rescue me, help me, Dad, find me, Dean, help me, Sam, rescue me...DadhelpDeanhelpSamhelpDadDeanSamDadDeanSam-" I felt a sharp pain in my head, and suddenly I could feel Sam's presence, like he was right here looking at me. "Sammy! Please help me!" I exclaimed. I heard him say, "Aly! Oh God, what happened?" And then it was like I was in the front seat of the Impala. I could see Dean behind the wheel-he had dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin-he turned his head and said, "What is it, Sammy?"

"I'm here, Sam!" I screamed in my head, reaching out to him with my mind. I felt a sharp pain behind my eyes, and suddenly my nose started to bleed. The blood dripped down the duct tape and off of my chin. The pain in my head was so bad that everything went blurry, and then it became black…

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I could smell meat...there was a sweet tang in the air. Something hit my face. "Wake up, bitch." Dipper said.

I opened my eyes, realizing that I could barely see out of my right eye- he was standing in front of me, holding what looked like a hamburger. He had smears of something dark red around his mouth and on his chin. He took a bite of the burger- I realized it was barbecue- and slurped a chunk of the meat into his mouth. The wrapper had sauce all over it, but I could see that there was a line drawing of a bull's head with horns and the letters B and Q on it.

Jervis was holding a rolled up piece of leather. "D'you have to eat that in here, you moron?"

Dipper turned to him. "You should try this, it's called bar-bee-cue, they put a bunch of spices on slow cooked meat, it's amazing!"

"I know what barbeque is, Dipshit." Jervis set the leather down on the table and unrolled it, pulling something out. It glinted in his hands as he came over to me. He held it up- it was a silver pair of tongs. "Look what I got, a bunch of toys to play with, just for you." He said to me. "These are good for pulling off chunks of skin and removing eyeballs-"

"Well, actually, a pick is better for gouging out eyeballs," Dipper interrupted him. "You can pop the eyeball out in one piece with a pick, and if you know what you're doing you can sever the optic nerve with the point-"

Jervis punched his shoulder. "Would you shut the fuck up?" He shoved Dipper backwards. "You're always screwing everything up with your damned mouth!"

"You talk too fucking much!" Dipper shouted back. "I'm so sick of your hollow-mouthed garbling! We're here to take revenge, not talk her to death!"

I almost laughed-Jervis had threatened me in the hopes of scaring me, but these two were constantly arguing. If they kept butting heads like this maybe they wouldn't actually get around to hurting me.

Jervis shoved his chest out and walked into Dipper, towering over him. "I'm the one calling the shots here, you toe rag!"

Just then I felt the side of the duct tape on my face loosen. Some of the blood from my nose had dripped between the tape and my skin, and although it had gotten tacky as it dried, it had somehow prevented the duct tape from adhering properly. I moved my jaw, feeling the tape move away from my mouth. And then I realized-just because my mouth was covered didn't mean I couldn't still speak! I still had the ability to talk, it would just be muffled. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-" I said, spitting the words out against the duct tape.

"Ow!" Both Jervis and Dipper put their hands up to their heads, and then turned to me.

"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio, infernalis-"

"Oh no you don't!" Dipper rushed over to me, his face enraged, and held his hand up in front of my heart.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and my heart began to beat unevenly. I screamed. Dipper turned his hand and the pain increased, so much so that it took my breath away. My heart was galloping in my chest now, I could hear it pounding in my ears.

"Stop!" Jervis grabbed Dipper's arm. "Not too much!" He yanked Dipper away from me.

"We've gotta find a way to shut her the fuck up!" Dipper turned and walked over to the table, and I heard metal clanking. When he turned back, he was holding a huge long knife with a serrated edge. "Let's cut the little polecat's tongue out, that'll keep her quiet." He came back over to me.

Jervis pushed him back. "No, we can't do any permanent damage!"

My heart was racing, my head was throbbing, and I could barely catch my breath. Little black spots were dancing in my vision. I tried to scream again but I barely had any breath left in my lungs. As the black spots coalesced into a solid mass, I heard Jervis say, "I have an idea-"

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I came to when I heard the door opening again. I felt exhausted and hungry. Jervis and Dipper came in, followed by a woman. She had waist-length wavy blonde hair and was wearing a long maroon dress that had stars and moons all over it, with lots of silver jewelry. She had a bag on her shoulder and was holding a shallow metal bowl in her hands.

"Since you won't shut the fuck up, we've brought someone who will shut you up." Jervis said to me.

Dipper came over, holding a huge hot dog laden with chili and cheese. The smell of the meat made my mouth water. I recognized the bull logo from the other wrapper. "You're gonna be like the mermaid in that fairy story, because she's going to take away your voice." He said gleefully.

"What?!" I looked at him in horror, at all of them. What did that mean? Dipper had threatened me with a knife- were they going to cut my vocal cords out? Tears filled my eyes and my heart began to pound.

Jervis cuffed Dipper in the back of the head. "Man, would you shut the fuck up! You're ruining everything! Don't tell her jack shit!" He shoved Dipper to the side. "Now stand there and keep your fucking mouth shut!" He turned to the woman and bowed. "What do you need, mistress?"

She huffed. "I need it calm in here, so quit bickering. I need fire, and do you have any moon water?"

Jervis walked over to the table and beckoned her. "Over here."

The woman joined him, setting her bowl down. She set her bag on the table, opening it and removing objects. I heard the scrape of a match and smelled a candle being lit, and then incense- a musky, sharp smell. The woman began to chant something in a low voice as her arms moved. It sounded like stone against stone- I had heard that same sound when watching Uncle Bobby prepare herbs for protection bags. Was she grinding up herbs?

She passed something through the candle flame and I saw the glint of metal. Was she going to cut me, hurt me? My stomach twisted and the tears spilled over and dripped down my cheeks.

Finally the woman came over holding the bowl and a silver knife with an ornamental handle, Jervis next to her holding a box of matches. Jervis motioned to Dipper. "Do exactly as I tell you and don't fuck it up."

Dipper set his chili dog down on the table and came over to stand next to them.

The woman started to stir whatever was in the bowl with the knife. She began to chant something, slowly at first, but then her voice became louder and she began to chant faster. Jervis lit a match and tossed it into the bowl. Thick gray smoke began to issue from the bowl, and she lowered it in front of me.

"Take the tape off, the smoke's got to go into her mouth and nose!" The woman said to Dipper.

Dipper yanked the duct tape off of my mouth.

"Exorci-" My voice sounded weak.

Dipper grabbed my throat. "Shut the fuck up!"

The woman moved the bowl closer to my face. I clamped my mouth shut and held my breath. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of breathing in that smoke, I would hold out as long as I could.

"Open up, bitch!" Dipper pulled my hair.

I turned my head to the side.

Jervis stepped up and punched me in the stomach, so hard that I couldn't help it, I gasped. The smoke went into my mouth and I coughed- it was bitter-tasting and hot. I tried to make myself stop coughing, and turned my head away again.

I heard a click, and Dipper said, "This'll make her scream." He grabbed my arm, and I felt a sharp pain- I looked down- he had sliced my arm open with a large pocket knife!

I shook my head back and forth, fighting the urge to cry out. I could feel the blood dripping down the side of my wrist.

Dipper got a devilish look on his face, and he leaned down and grabbed ahold of the cut on my arm, and squeezed. I gasped-and he dug his nails in and dragged them into the open wound. I couldn't help it, I screamed then.

The bowl was right in my face. The woman blew a huge waft of smoke right into my open mouth as I felt more pain in my arm, and I screamed again. The acrid smoke went into my throat and I started hacking and gasping. I was surrounded, my eyes were stinging and I could barely see. All I could hear was her chanting now, loud and fast, and I felt my throat and lungs prickling with heat. I coughed to try and clear my throat , and then the sound stopped. I was shocked- my chest was moving but it was silent!

The smoke was clearing a little bit now as she lowered the bowl. "What do you have to say for yourself now?" She taunted.

"Exorcizamus," I said, but there was no sound. My eyes went wide. I screamed with all my might, but nothing came out. "What the hell!" I shouted silently.

To Be Continued...