Chapter 1: The kidnap
Looking out across the parking lot from her table in Bismarck, Minnesota's most popular diner, Missy Bender observed the good townspeople go about their daily business unaware of the dark and dangerous plans that were soon to unfold on an unsuspecting visitor to the town.
Normally Missy would have spent her usual Saturday afternoon in her adopted state of North Dakota, in the quiet little hometown of Buxton. Instead, she found herself far from her traditional hunting ground purely by accident when she happened to stumble across a familiar face on her latest out of state 'hunting trip'. The face may have looked older, but it was still the same face that had haunted both her nightmares and her dreams for nearly a decade. A face of freckles and green eyes that she had first viewed with hatred, but as the years went by and she found out all about the violent activities of the young stranger, her feelings morphed from anger to interest and from interest to respect.
Unfortunately, Missy belonged to a family who did not view respect in the same way as many 'normal' civilians did. Where many young women lived within a certain moral code in which respect was demonstrated by various characteristics, 21-year-old Missy Bender's concept of respect could more accurately be described as obsessive and destructive 'love'.
In many ways, Missy should not be judged for how she interpreted life, after all, her early years up until the age of 11 featured her Pa and two brothers kidnap and hunt down people who would not really be missed. She smiled as she remembers how her father had allowed her to help carve up the bodies in preparation for refrigeration. In fact, on a few occasions, her brothers had permitted her to participate in their 'hunts' and she had a number of notable kills under her belt. Of course, all that changed the green-eyed man came to 'visit'.
Sighing as she sat gazing out the window sipping coffee, whilst taking a 'trip down memory lane'. She couldn't help smiling as she remembered her last kill, in which her father had said he was so proud of the young woman she was becoming and that one day, she would have to go forth and find a special warrior; someone who would share the same values she had and that person would join her family in continuing the family business of hunting people and killing things.
Alas, her great destiny had all come crashing down the day she met the young man with the greenest eyes and freckles that she could spend hours tracing constellations on. Shifting in her seat at the memory of her first real life meeting with the infamous Dean Winchester, she worked hard to stay in the diner and not rush across the street towards the black car, that was parked at Bismarck's cheapest motel.
Fortunately for Missy, the young man who had played a central role in killing her Pa and having both her brothers imprisoned and humiliated, had not been as innocent as she first thought and when she stumbled across his face on FBI's most wanted she couldn't believe it. After all, at first, she had wanted to find him and extract such vengeance but then she realised that he was just like her. He was different from the rest of society, but mostly because he was strong and was a killer, just like she was. In fact, he was just the type of warrior her Pa had told her to seek out and find. A warrior who would complete her and help her lead her family going forward.
Over the next few years, she had watched her hopes of reuniting with her 'warrior' shatter when news of his death hit her. In fact, the same man seemed to die a number of times, so when she spotted him purely by accident one Friday afternoon when she had reluctantly agreed that it was her turn to do the 'shopping' for the family, she wasn't shocked or surprised. Instead, she knew it was her destiny to bring the hunter home.
A waitress interrupted her thoughts asking if she wanted anything else to eat or drink. Glaring up at the younger woman she held back from saying something cruel. She needed to remain as forgettable as possible as it was important that she didn't stand out. That was what her brothers had continued to teach her over the past few years.
Thoughts of her two brothers brought a mixture of feelings to her. Both Jared and Lee had been captured by the Winchesters and she had endured being locked in a cupboard for well over an hour before the female sheriff Hudak or whatever her name was came to let her out. As she remember the day from ten years ago, she recalled how she had managed to convince both the Sheriff and the social workers that she was an innocent little girl, who was as much a victim as all the others. In fact, she had been so successful, she managed to avoid any form of imprisonment and only had to endure 18 months in the foster care system before she escaped and found her brothers, who both had been classified as mentally unstable and were residing in a mental institution.
Smirking as she recalled how easy it had been to trick her way through the lax security and free both Jared and Lee and all at the grand old age of 13. After the rescue, the last three Benders left the state and travelled westward for a few months until they eventually settled in a small abandoned piece of land about 30 miles outside of Buxton, North Dakota and there they remained, happy and secure as they occasionally hunted humans when it was safe to do so.
Though, the Bender's comfortable existence was disturbed just 24 hours ago when she physically bumped into Dean Winchester whilst walking down the street. On coming across him, she had spent no time contacting her brothers and within an hour they had hatched a plan and as she sat looking out the window of the diner she watched and waited to see what Dean Winchester would do next.
Luckily for her, as she was not a patient woman, her target exited the motel and was making his way over towards the very diner she was sitting in. It didn't take long for Dean to enter the building and take a seat a few tables over from where Missy was sitting. It was at this stage that she regretted not ordering another cup of coffee as she overheard Dean place an order of a Bacon Double Cheeseburger with Fries, a coffee, and a slice of the house special pie. However, she managed to sneak in a second coffee without drawing too much attention from anyone in the room, especially not Dean.
As she watched him eat, she took the time to take in his appearance in more detail. Gone was the youthful and carefree features, but what jumped out at her most was the absence of hope from Dean's eyes. She may have been a young girl when she first met Dean, but she recalled how he had been so full of energy and hope. His eyes seemed much older than his body and she could tell by the slouch of his shoulders that the hunter was sad, perhaps lonely.
Her heart skipped a beat at that thought. Alone was good. Alone meant no one would look for him when he would go missing, least of all the treacherous brother. Her thoughts turned much darker as she remembered the tall man who had sparked the end of her happy time and the beginning of ten years of no purpose, or as her brothers had recently described it as their ten years in the wilderness. The tall one was the younger brother, Sam. From reading through the many news articles and police reports, it was clear, that where Dean went, Sam was never too far behind. Working on the assumption that this was still the case, her brothers had cautioned Missy to be extremely careful. As such, they had factored the possibility that Sam was close by and during the conversation they had all briefly entertained the possibility of lifting two Winchesters for the price of one.
Sadly, given that Missy was on her own and was much smaller and physically weaker than Dean, never mind Sam, the family had unanimously agreed a plan for Dean's swift extraction. In her mind, Missy didn't see it as kidnapping, more a forced date followed by engagement and a shotgun wedding. Her heart beat a little faster at the thought of finally finding her warrior and fulfilling her true purpose in her life, just as her Pa had ordered.
Between running through the plan and daydreaming about her new life with her warrior, she almost missed Dean finish his pie and ask for the cheque. The sound of a gruff 'thank you' brought her to her senses as she watched her hunter rise from the table and make his way out of the diner. Watching from her window seat, she was not surprised to see Dean cross the street and make his way back to the motel. In fact, after some subtle investigation she had found out Dean had blown into town a few days ago and apparently had no known purpose, other than moping around his room for most of the day, eating in the diner and drinking in the local bar.
From various conversations with several patrons who had lost some money when Dean cleaned them out of all their cash during a few games of pool, she had found out that Dean was supposedly in between jobs and on his own. That information had been greatly welcomed and from that she had managed to put the finishing touches to her hastily prepared plan. All she had to do was wait until he went for his nightly drinking session.
Sighing as he shovelled the last of his burger into his mouth, Dean couldn't help but ponder at his current situation. Lifting a napkin to clean any remaining spots of ketchup from the side of his mouth, the elder Winchester took the opportunity to scan around the diner. As he did, he couldn't help but consider how pathetic his circumstances were. After all, it was less ten days ago, that his life had been so different. Ten days ago, he had his brother Sam, albeit with an angel riding shotgun. Thoughts of Ezekiel or Gadreel's treachery made him clench his fists whilst grinding his teeth. Ten days ago, Kevin Tran was alive and kicking. Unfortunately, due to Dean being a monumental fuck up, Kevin was dead, and Sam had been stolen from him and only after a tortuous angelic exorcism did, he manage to get his little brother back. Sadly, he couldn't even claim he had rescued Sam. That award went to Crowley and to Castiel. In fact, Sam's freedom resulted in ending any positive relationship he had with Sam.
His mind cast back to the night on the bridge when he admitted that he was poison and had walked away. He remembered how Sam had not disagreed and had not chased after him. He didn't even attempt to get him to stay so they could talk it out and forgive one another.
No! Sam was right. What Dean had done was unforgiveable. It was tantamount to raping someone and with that thought a tear manage to escape from his eyes, but thankfully he quickly wiped it away. After all, he didn't want complete strangers in a quiet little diner to see how pathetic he was.
Since that night, he had driven and driven for well over 20 hours before he eventually pulled over and collapsed against the steering wheel. After a few hours of much needed rest, he had decided that he couldn't just drive forever and that he had to work out what he was going to do next.
Unfortunately, everything that kept Dean grounded was out of reach to him. He couldn't stay with his brother because of his reckless betrayal. He couldn't hang out with Castiel because Cas needed to help Sam recover. In fact, the more time Cas would have to think about what Dean had done, the higher the possibility that Cas would end up hating him too. Resigned to this outcome and believing that his only support and back up on a hunt was the King of Hell, Dean made the only decision he could and that was to lie low and consider a new purpose in life.
A few more days of driving, with the occasional rest stop for a few hours of sleep had eventually led to Dean almost crashing his beloved Baby. The incident was enough of a wake-up call to persuade Dean he needed to stop running and take time out to properly consider his options. Hence why he found himself sitting in a run of the mill diner in 'bumfuck' nowhere. If he was honest, he would still not know where he was if it wasn't for the fact that the name of the town was plastered on every street and shop sign he came across.
In fact, the only good thing going for the town was the little diner and especially the house special pie, which today was traditional apple. Smiling at the sight of the hot pie with a dollop of cream on top, Dean took little to no time to devour it, one swift forkful at a time. As he did, he looked around the diner at the other 'lucky' customers. Given his frequent trips to the establishment, he recognised a few people. To his left, up near the counter, sat three regulars. From what he could tell, the three elderly gentlemen spent most of their time during the day propping up the counter, but each would move to the local bar for a few drinks before wandering home to their family.
To his right, he watched as a young mother wrestled with her three children as she attempted to get them to eat some of their vegetables. His heart sank a little when he overheard her remind them of how important it was to eat healthy. Oh, how he missed Sam and sadly, he would not have to listen to his little bro chastise him about looking after himself. After all, at the age of nearly 36, Dean was not getting any younger.
Saddened at the memory, he cast his eyes forward and took in the young woman sitting by the window. He could tell from a quick glance that she was in her early 20s and didn't look to have much money, if her clothes were anything to go by. Chancing a closer and longer look, he took in her face. She was pretty, with well defined features supported by long blonde hair and a petite frame. She couldn't be any more than 21 or 22 years of age.
Thinking on her age only reminded him of how old he was. Five to ten years ago he would have hit on her in an instant, but as he tried to observe her without looking like a creep, he realised he was just too old for her and with that thought, he lowered his eyes and finished his pie. As he was scrapping his plate, he noticed the waitress had refilled the young woman's cup and as they conversed, he could tell that the young blonde woman was a stranger to the town, just as he was. Immediately he smirked, as he reconsidered how two lonely strangers could find enjoyment for a few hours in each other's arms.
Unfortunately, her coldish reply to the kind waitress convinced Dean that there was a high possibility he would be shot down for being too old and the thought of failing to hook up would just be the final humiliation. As such, he decided to forego any form of chat up with the young lady. Instead, he flagged down the waitress and requested the cheque.
After leaving the diner, he returned to his motel room and spent a few hours surfing the internet. At first, he attempted to find a hunt, but after chasing up a few possibilities he realised he couldn't pursue it any further without securing additional help from another hunter. With the stark reminder that he was alone in the world, Dean switched to his usual backup on the internet – Asian porn.
Unfortunately, his mood was so crap, literally nothing was getting a rise out of him. Sighing at his complete failure in life, Dean chose to retreat to his last hope for entertainment and distraction – alcohol. Filled with the thought of spending hours drinking alone in his rented room, Dean chose to re-enter civilisation by visiting the local bar… again. And that's where Dean found himself, throwing down his fifth shot at 8.30pm on a Saturday evening.
The night went by in a blur as Dean found solace in the bottom of one-shot glass after another. In fact, he lost count of how many he had consumed after 12, but it wasn't until he felt the world swirl out of control that he figured it was time to slow it down. Fearing it was still too early, he made the decision to switch to lite beer for a while before switching up again to the cheapest gut ripping house whiskey he could find.
It was during his second bottle of beer that he felt a presence settle down beside him. Feeling the brush of air hit his bare forearm, Dean chanced a closer look at his newest neighbour. Whether it was his 'beer goggles' or his current mood, Dean was taken by the cute petite brunette that currently sat less than two feet from him at the bar. Taking in her features from a side view he could tell she was in her early 20s and quite pretty. Without coming across as a pervert, he managed to chance another look, his eyes met a pair of greyish blue eyes.
Embarrassed at being caught red handed ogling a young woman, he hastily mumbled an apology and smiled before turning back round to face the bar. Unfortunately, the bar was old fashioned and had mirrors running along the wall just at eye line and as his eyes focused on the mirror he found a pair of greyish blue eyes twinkling back at him along with a shy smile. As he stared, he almost fell of his barstool when the beautiful young woman's smile broadens and was followed by what could only be described as a cheekily little wink. As a seasoned player, Dean recognised that the wink promised more than a hello.
Unfortunately, Dean's confidence had taken a huge knock due to the entire business of Sam and the angel and as such, his usual swagger had vanished, only to be replaced by self-doubt, self-loathing topped with an awkward clumsiness. All of which manifested itself as he attempted to start up a conversation with the young woman.
After five minutes of what can only be described as cringe worthy disjointed sentences, followed by spilling his drink and hers, he attempted to extricate himself from the 'car crash' situation. Only to be shocked by her determination to see past his pathetic demeanour and continue to talk to him. 'Maybe there was hope for him yet?'
"Look Dean, there's no need to keep apologising for spilling your drink. I completely understand what's going on here. I may be younger than you, but you know that I'm not stupid?"
Dean stumbled and slurred out his words. "I'm sorrrreeeee CCarrrllaa. I. I normallleee mooooore cooler than this. I.. I. don't knnowww what's come over me."
"You know Dean, if you keep getting my name wrong, I'm going to take great offense. For the third time, it's Crystal, not Carla or Carole or Chrissy. CRYSTAL!"
Dean watched and waited for the lady to throw a drink in his face and walk away. After all, women had slapped him and walked away for far less, but some how Crystal seemed to take pity on his sorry ass as she continued to engage in conversation for well over an hour. 'Or was it two hours?' Dean tried to focus as she spoke to him, but he was struggling to take in his surroundings, never mind her words. In fact, he had gotten very drunk very quickly, but he dismissed the thought in an instant when another shot arrived, courtesy of the lovey Crystal.
Two more drinks and his world had slowed down dramatically. Gone were his usual hunter instincts of agility, observance, and quick witty remarks, only to be replaced with slurred speech, blurred vision, and the deterioration in his ability to stay standing.
He could hear a female voice repeatedly ask if he was OK? He attempted to respond but found his body was unresponsive and he had found that he had to add muffled sound to blurred vision as he became more disorientated.
As he grappled with what was happening, he felt a small but strong hand move to surround his waist, whilst another hand wrapped around his shoulder. He wasn't sure what happened next, but he was sure he felt a hand on his leg and then he was sitting in a car with his head leaning against the window and with the familiar rumble of an engine, Dean's world went black.
Everything had been going to plan for Missy. After watching her prey dander towards his motel room, she had wasted little to no time in putting the rest of her plan into action. After paying the cheque and leaving no tip, Missy quickly made her way out of the diner and back to her pickup truck, with the aim of fetching her newly acquired clothes.
As previously discussed, and agreed with her brothers, Missy had gone to the nearest thrift shop and bought the most alluring, sexy, and cheap clothing she could find. She then went to select a wig from one her collection she had. Opening a box that she kept under the passenger seat of the truck, she took her time to pick out her disguise and in the end she opted for a brunette hairpiece which would transform her from her usual long blond hair to brown haired bob.
With clothing and hair selected she made her way back into the diner and towards the restrooms and spent some time changing her appearance. After an hour, she took in her latest disguise and couldn't help but be impressed by how she had transformed from a plain country girl to a stunning model. Such was the change that the waitress and staff had no idea who she was as she made her way past them and out the door and into the street.
Looking up and down the street Missy took in her surroundings as she made her way back to the pickup truck and was not surprised to find her older brother Jared leaning against the driver side door.
"Was wanderin' were you had got to Missy. You sure do look purdy for our boy Winchester." Jared couldn't help but smirk as he mentioned Dean.
"I sure do big brother. You know little O me; I will stop at nothing to hunt down my prey and he's so special aint he?" She twirled and finished it with a large grin.
"I've been watching since he left the diner and he's been hauled up in his room for ages. Are you sure he's gonna come out to play at the bar? It may be easier to just wait to he's asleep then knock him out and carry him away like we normally do?"
It was easy to see from Jared's body language that he was just as excited as Missy at securing the man who had changed their entire lives. Missy was well aware that both Jared and Lee had fantasised about this moment for many years, and like herself, her brothers thoughts of revenge had become less violent over time and had been replaced with thoughts of a more sexually twisted kind. In fact, on several occasions she had caught her brothers creepily staring at old photographs of Dean Winchester before shifting uncomfortably and retreating to be somewhere more private and on their own.
So, it was no surprise at how quickly both brothers had come up with the plan. In fact, she was convinced they had been considering how best to kidnap the elder Winchester for several years, but it was only when she accidently bumped into him did it all come to light. Thoughts of her brothers coveting what was clearly her property left her uneasy but she knew that her father had always meant for the family to share and as much as she really did not want to share Dean with her brothers, she knew that options wasn't going to be totally possible. All she could hope for was they would lose interest after time and leave her with her possession.
Snapping out of such sad thoughts, Missy replied, "Don't be so stupid Jar! You know how dangerous this cougar of ours is. We burst in there and he's gonna know he's in trouble and we both know he's dangerous. Besides, we need to do this nice and quiet, so my way may be slower, but it will mean no one will notice and no one will be able to tie us to this. So, if his strapping little brother comes a looking, there's no real trail to follow. … You follow me Jared?"
Jared didn't look to pleased at having to trust such a mission completely to his baby sister, but he eventually agreed her approach was going to be the best in the long run.
"OK Missy. You know best. But you make sure you get him drunk nice and quick as I don't want to be standing out here for too long or the cops will come a calling. You know how they don't like the look of me, don't ya?"
Jared raised a good point. Jared couldn't chance going into the bar just in case their prey noticed him, but he couldn't stand outside for hours on end either. She was going to have to speed things up if this was going to go as smoothly as possible. Sighing at how things couldn't be easier, she eventually came up with a compromise.
"Jar! I need you to stay for a while in the diner. It's the only place close to the bar that you can sit and past the time without drawing too much attention to yourself. I was going to drop something in his drinks, but I got chatting to the barman earlier and he's going to add a little spice to Mr Winchester's drink, so he should be already dosed by the time I say hello."
Fortunately for Jared and Missy they didn't have to wait too long as their target exited his room and made his way towards the bar. Sighing in relief when he passed his car and went straight into the building, Missy, give herself some time before making her way in to join the elder Winchester at the bar. By the time she was seated alongside Dean, the hunter was way past his third drink and judging by his body language and the subtle nod from the barman, Dean had been successfully been drugged. All she had to do was make contact.
At first she wasn't sure of whether he was interested, but thanks to some pathetic attempts at trying to eye her up without being caught, they managed to strike up some sort of conversation when she caught his attention by winking directly at him in the bar mirror. She hoped her actions give him the impression she was interested but was unsure as he stumbled his way through the worst type of chat up lines she had ever come across. If it wasn't for his stunning looks and body, she would have been convinced he was nervous, shy and lacked confidence.
It was made worse by the spilling of both their drinks, but Missy persevered especially as she listened to cheesy pick up lines that had been used on her by numerous assholes in much seedier bars than the one she currently found herself standing in. Thoughts of how it had ended badly for certain 'men' who had dared to tangled with her out the back. Pushing those thoughts to the side, she continued to keep the conversation going to allow the drugs to really kick in and thankfully she didn't have too long to wait.
"Look Dean, there's no need to keep apologising for spilling your drink. I completely understand what's going on here. I may be younger than you, but you know that I'm not stupid?"
She watched as Dean stumbled and slurred out his words. "I'm sorrrreeeee CCarrrllaa. I. I normallleee mooooore cooler than this.. I.. I. don't knnowww what's come over me."
On hearing his words, she knew the drugs were really taking control, so she kept up the façade by pretending to be offending by his inability to remember of name, which she made up two seconds before she sat down on the barstool.
"You know Dean, if you keep getting my name wrong, I'm going to take great offense. For the third time, it's Crystal, not Carla or Carole or Chrissy. CRYSTAL!"
As she spoke, she could tell her prey was falling deeper under the effects of the drugs. His eyes began to glaze over, and he seemed to stop speaking in the middle of a sentence as he spaced out and when he did speak, he was slurring his words. Missy watched as his legs became more unsteady as he began to sway and eventually lost control of his body.
Now was the time to leap into action. Taking a chance to glance around the bar, she noticed everyone was too busy to take notice of another drunk man topple over at the bar. Though, she could have quietly moved him towards the exit, she felt she needed to keep up the pretence of caring, so she kept asking her prey if he was OK. It was a good tactic, as a man noticed she was struggling and attempted to help her by opening the door for her. Nodding her thanks, she quickly manoeuvred Dean out of the bar and onto the street. From there, she readjusted her hold on him and walked him towards his car. It wasn't easy as he was a dead weight against her, but she was determined to claim her prize, so she struggled through it and eventually made it to his black car.
Grateful for reaching the 1967 Impala, she realised she needed his keys and found great pleasure in reaching deep into Dean's trouser pocket for the keys. In fact, she enjoyed taking her sweet time to make sure she had grasped the keys and not anything else that she felt when her hand dipped low into Winchester's jean pockets. Unfortunately, playtime would have to wait, so it was with great reluctance she fished out the car keys and opened the door.
Luckily she did gain some enjoyment from manhandling Dean into the passenger seat of his car and by the time she was speeding out of Bismarck, Minnesota, the object of her dreams was passed out with his head against the window.
Following the carefully crafted plan, Missy kept under the speed limit and made her way down backroads, until she found the rendezvous place about 10 miles outside of town. It was just after midnight when she pulled into the layby. Fortunately, she hadn't to wait long before Jared pulled the pickup truck. Wasting no time, she got out of the Impala and quickly made her way round to the passenger seat, to be met by an over eager Jared.
"Wow Missy, I gotta hand it to ya, you sure did do it. Me and Lee weren't too sure you'd be up to it, but you came through and boy are we glad that ya did."
Missy tried to ignore her brother's irritating remarks, but it was made difficult by the way his hands and eyes roaming over her Dean's body. She really didn't like the look on Jared's face, but felt it was neither the time nor the place to raise her concerns. Instead she chose to get moving as there were a lot of miles to cover and she really wanted Dean safely secured long before the drugs wore off.
Turning to her brother, she replied, "Shut your cake hole Jar and help me get him into the back up of the pickup truck. We'll need to wrap him up well in the tarp and we need to do it quickly, cause I'm not sure how much drugs that barman give him. So, let's haul ass, as I wanna be home long before he opens, his pretty green eyes."
Without further delay, both brother and sister hauled Dean out of the car and threw him onto the floor of the back trailer on the pickup truck. Within 2 minutes, his body was covered up and weighted down and a further minute and they were on their road, driving at the speed limit as they made their way home to Buxton, North Dakota.
As they drove, Missy couldn't help but smile at how successful her kidnap had been.