It's The Same Wherever You Go
Chapter Twenty-One
Devastating News
Jaydra jerks awake, pain blooming on the left side of her head. Probably where one of Azazel's demon lackey's blindsided her.
Groaning lightly, Jaydra attempts to stand up, only to find herself tied to the base of a tree in the middle of the preserve. Her green eyes scan her immediate surroundings, noticing that her weapons that she tends to have on her lay several feet away.
"Our guest of honor has finally woken up," Azazel purrs, walking into Jaydra's line of sight.
"Guest of honor?" Jaydra repeats, before smirking, glancing back behind Yellow-Eyes and locating three weaker demons. "I hope you don't jump into the 'Be Our Guest' song from one of my favorite musicals."
Azazel laughs, squatting down so that he's eye to eye with the young hunter. "So sorry to disappoint."
Jaydra squirms more against her bonds, glaring up at Yellow-Eyes. "The rope is a bit kinky, don't you think?" She asks. "Even for sicko demons like you."
"Oh, you give me too much credit," Azazel says, his eyes shimmering in the dark night. "You're the kinky one, Jaydra. I mean . . . with all of the werewolf kisses."
Jaydra glares at Azazel, her fingers gently begin pulling and tugging at the restraints over her arms. And the hunter slowly learns that one of the demon lackeys left a little bit of slack in the ropes. Just enough for Jaydra to manipulate.
"But look at you!" the demon continues. "You're still in the life of a hunter, which is good for us."
Jaydra raises an eyebrow at the comment. "Good for you?"
"Of course, considering that we're nowhere near done with you," one of the lackey's says, smirking at the young girl.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Jaydra snarls, her hands still working the ropes. Her plan was simply to keep the demons talking so that she can continue her attempts at freedom.
Azazel throws his head back and laughs. "Isn't it obvious? Haven't you noticed that every time one of you pesky Winchesters attempt to leave the life, something always pulls you back in?" Yellow-Eyes smirks wickedly. "I mean, Jess with Sam, Dean searching for John, and the werewolves of Beacon Hills for you."
Jaydra glares at Azazel. "I knew you were behind Jess and Mary, but you mean to tell me, you pulled the strings on Peter attacking Scott?!"
"You give me too much credit," Yellow-Eyes says, standing upright. "I didn't have to do a thing here in Beacon Hills! Unlike what I did to your mother."
Jaydra's green eyes widen greatly, her voice growing quiet. "W-What . . .?"
"Oh? You still think that was just an accident?" Azazel laughs, grabbing Jaydra's sandy blonde hair. "Don't you know that I'm a demon that takes care of the Winchester's Mothers? I had to get you involved somehow."
The teenage hunter glares at the demon before her, her breathing increasing as her rage rapidly grows. "Then why get me in the life in the first fucking place?" she asks, snarling. "Last time I checked, Demons wanted us out of the way."
"Oh, we did," one of the black-eyed demons voices. "Until you were ready."
"Ready for what?!" Jaydra screams at him.
Azazel jerks her head to the side and whispers into her ear. "Hell on Earth."
Jaydra's eyes widen, and when Azazel releases her hair, she pulls with all of her might and frees herself from the ropes.
Azazel looks back at the girl lazily, before nodding to his lackey's. "Get her."
The demons all rush at Jaydra, who manages to fight them off fairly easily. Blind rage works wonders for a four-on-one fight.
After knocking one demon aside, Jaydra dives for her weapons. She manages to pick up a knife and begins to attack the demons. Thanks to the holy water, and salt fused metal, two of the lackey's died.
Jaydra turns her attention to Azazel and the other lackey. "Come on, you sick fuckers!" she screams, lunging at Azazel.
The fight continues, until Azazel locks Jaydra in a hold, and the lackey strikes her in the back of the neck.
Falling to the ground, Jaydra gasps for air as the injuries she sustained from the fight begin to make their appearance known.
"Let's get you out of he-" Azazel's comment was cut off by a loud roar coming from a very familiar werewolf. "Hmph . . . Seems like your boyfriend came in time."
And that's when Jaydra blacks out, just as she sees a pair of red eyes staring at her from the woods.
ITSWYG
Derek walks through the clearing where he scents Jaydra's blood, and the sight makes him cringe slightly. In the middle of the clearing lays Jaydra, bloodied and unconscious.
The Alpha runs over and places his hand on her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her state, but it wasn't happening.
"Whoever did this is dead," Derek promises, snarling, as he leans down and picks up Jaydra.
The teenager whimpers softly at the movements, her body in pain.
"It's alright, Jay," Derek soothes, cradling the hunter in his arms.
After hearing his voice, Jaydra's body seems to relax in his arms, trusting him. The action made the Alpha smirk.
Derek leans down and kisses Jaydra's forehead. "That's it, Sleeping Beauty, rest," he says to her, before walking towards his home.
ITSWYG
When Jaydra begins to regain consciousness, the first thing she notices is the fact she's laying on her back.
Groaning, the teenager slowly sits up and opens her eyes. When a blur of an object suddenly moves into her line of sight, Jaydra's instincts suddenly take over and she punches the object away from her, before jumping into a defensive position.
Once standing up, and her eyes finally adjust to the darkness that she's in, Jaydra immediately notices that she's not on the preserve anymore, and actually at Derek's house.
"Wait . . . How'd I get here?" she mumbles before a familiar voice cries out.
"GUYS!" the voice screams.
Jaydra looks in the direction of the scream and her eyes widen when she sees Stiles laying on the ground, cradling his face. "Stiles?" she asks softly, totally confused.
"Jay's awake! And she punched me in the face!" the teenager continues. "The face, man! Why'd it have to be the face?"
"Um, sorry about that, but what's going on?!" Jaydra says, looking around, noticing that Scott and Derek are coming into the room.
"That's what we want to know," Derek says, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
Scott sits beside Stiles, checking his best friends face. "You were missing for hours, Jay," the shaggy brown haired werewolf says. "It's nine o'clock."
Jaydra's green eyes widen. "How long did Azazel have me?" she asks.
"Who's Azazel?" Stiles asks, looking over at the teenager.
Jaydra sits back down on the cot she was laying on previously, rubbing her sore head. "Azazel is known as Yellow-Eyes, and he's the demon that killed my brother's mom, and apparently the motherfucker killed mine too!" she snarls, her eyes darting around her location. "Where's my phone? I've got to call Sam and Dean and tell them about this."
Reaching into his pocket, Stiles pulls out the hunter's phone. "It's been going off like crazy," he says. "Bobby called three times, and Dean twice."
Raising an eyebrow, Jaydra unlocks her phone and immediately calls Dean, who picks up on the first ring. "Dean, what's going on? Is everything okay?"
"Not really," Dean admits, making the youngest Winchester's eyes widen. "Sam's gone missing."
"What do you mean 'gone missing'?!" she shrieks out.
"He went inside a diner, there was a bright flash, and he was just gone," Dean explains, the roar of the Impala in the background. "But don't worry, Jay, Bobby and I are going to find him."
"Just . . . Just call me when you find him . . ." Jaydra says.
"Will do," Dean assures, before changing topics. "And what took you on returning my calls? Did something happen?"
Jaydra ran her hand through her sandy blonde hair. "Yeah, I ran into Yellow-Eyes. Seems like Mary and Jess weren't the only victims. The son of a bitch killed my mom too . . ."
"Fuck," Dean growls slightly. "Don't worry, we'll gank that demon bastard."
Jaydra smiles softly against the phone. "Yeah, we always do. Now, go find our brother," she says, before hanging up.
In the pit of her stomach, an uneasy feeling begins to arise, making the hunter much more paranoid.
ITSWYG
Jaydra ate some food that Stiles and Scott had gone and gotten for her, before going back to her resting spot. Just as she sits back down, her phone begins to ring. Dean.
Reaching over quickly, Jaydra answers the call. "Dean?"
Dean stays silent on the other end of the phone, just his deep breathing coming over.
"Dean?" Jaydra tries again. "Did . . . Did you find Sam . . .?"
"Yeah," the oldest brother finally says, making Jaydra sigh in relief.
"Let me talk to him," Jaydra says, smiling slightly.
Dean once again became quiet on the other end of the line. "He's . . . He's gone, Jay . . ." The words hit the teenage girl like a ton of bricks. Her entire body froze on the spot as her brother continues. "
"W-What do you mean he's gone . . .?" Jaydra asks, her brain not allowing her to believe the information.
"Yellow-Eyes got him," Dean says, his voice breaking. "Sammy's dead."
Jaydra's hand releases the phone before she lets out an ear-piercing scream, gaining the attention of Stiles, Scott, and Derek. Moving blindly, Jaydra jumps out of her makeshift bed and begins running to the front door, her eyes full of determination to prove Dean wrong.
But just as she rips the door open to run to a vehicle outside, Derek's arm wraps around her waist, stopping her.
Once the obstacle in her way, Derek's arm, stops her, Jaydra completely breaks down. "SAAAAAAAAM!" she screams, tears pouring down her face. "AZAZEL! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Jaydra then chokes, before the sobbing begins to take over again.
Silently, Derek picks Jaydra up and carries her back to her bed. He sits her down on the bed, before sitting behind her and holding her close. Moving his head so that it rests on her shoulder, Derek begins to softly speak to Jaydra, telling her that he's there for her, and it'll be okay. The Alpha inside him taking over, wanting to protect those in his pack.
ITSWYG
For an hour, Jaydra and Derek stay in their position, him comforting her. The two barely bat an eyelash when Scott and Stiles leave.
As Jaydra finally calms down, her phone begins to ring. Reaching down, she picks up the device and holds it to her ear after answering. "Dean . . . Please . . . Tell me he's alive . . ."
"He will be kiddo," Dean says, his voice hoarse, as if he's been crying as well. "I'll get him back."
Jaydra's green eyes widen, before breaking free from Derek's embrace and jumping up. "You're not thinking about making a deal are you?!" When she was met with silence over the phone, Jaydra's panic rises. "Dean! You can't!"
"It will bring Sam back," her brother retorts.
"EVEN IF IT BRINGS SAM BACK, WE'LL LOSE YOU!" Jaydra screeches into the phone. "HOW DOES THAT FUCKING HELP?!"
The last words Jaydra hears over the phone before the line goes dead, are:
"I'm sorry."