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Chap 5 – The ecstasy of gold

They had already been driving for almost three hours in deserted road. Dean knew many places, as he was always traveling around, this time though, he had no idea where the woman was taking him. The place was far from any sign of life or civilization, there were no houses, no motels, no diners… like if they had found a road to a total different world. The sky remained dark like night, the wind kept blowing freely. The woman had a satisfied expression sculpted on her face. Sure she knew who he was. Maybe every demon knows who the Winchesters are. Lucky me. He thinks. Whatever her issues were with him, he felt like he'd pay an expensive price for being a Winchester.

Dean really couldn't figure her out. Whatever they wanted with him, Jackie didn't seem to be involved. That worried him even more. Jackie was afraid of the warehouse, afraid of the connection she felt with that nasty place. What if they took her back there, he could feel it in his guts, and she was being taken there. The cuffs got tighter as he tried to something, anything. He hated to feel that way, defenseless, depending on his luck and expect the best from his skills.

" You tried to possess Jackie". He said in a serious way. The silence inside the car began to bother him. Dean was anything but quiet.

" You got that right. Congrats". She says showing no emotion at all at his comment.

" But you couldn't do it. How weak is that? Aren't you supposed to be a demon? He mocked back. He knew the four-leaf-clover she held was indeed had saved her. There is nothing more powerful than our minds, and we believe. Jackie believed that amulet was her best protection. She believed in that strongly. Specially, if that was given by someone she loves. Family bounds could really perform the most extraordinary things.

" I'd shut my mouth if I were you. My patience is short. Besides, you want to be one piece when you join your brother. You don't wanna worry him now, do you? That's what big brothers are for". She said satisfied.

Shit! They had Sam too. How could they have him? Dean's hope of an easy get away had just gone down the drain. Why had things to be always complicated? Sam had mentioned a possible vision on the phone. What could this vision have been about? If he didn't see the woman was coming for them, then what? Sam…please be ok.

" If he's hurt, so help me God, I'll make sure you'll die in the most painful way I can figure out". When everything had gone outta control like that?

"I just arrived there; he was kneeling on the floor, seemed to me like was in a lot of pain Dean… my guys just took him". She makes a pause and observes his expression through the mirror. " He tried to fight, he didn't want to surrender that easily but, I felt like he wasn't being able to focus you know?. I couldn't believe how easy it was".

" Any other time he'd kick your ass". Dean had taught Sam many of his skills, he was sure of what Sam could do, he was proud of that.

Rage was slowly taking him over, he could feel his blood boiling and his hearts beating faster, so furious he was. On the inside, outside he just kept his coldness. No, he wasn't about to give that demon a taste of seeing him angry, no matter how hard it was fro him to hear her trashing Sam like that, hitting his nerves, that's exactly what she wanted. And Sam, he was having a vision when they found him. Damn! Many times he had said how painful the visions were. He was vulnerable. Dean knew his brother could be anything but weak.

"Wasn't he supposed to be one who had visions?". She kept going with the teasing. " I thought it'd be harder to capture you guys. I'm disappointed".

" Sorry, I promise to make your life a living hell next time".

She stops the car in front a place similar to a building. It wasn't so big though. The place was horribly mistreated, damaged as the time passed by. This is getting so old, man!

" We're here". She says already grinning at him.

" Wonderful".

As soon as she steps out of the car, another guy comes from the building to assist her.

He opens Dean's door and pushes him harshly out of the car.

" Hey, easy there, it's two against one here!". He protests. The guy grabs a needle from his pocket and gives it to the woman.

" Play nice Dean. Soon things will come clear".

" Great, is nap time already?" He was pretty sure of the needles content. They were gonna put him out for a while.

" Hold him tight" She says. To be cuffed already made things difficult, but with a huge guy holding him, just made it all great.

" Too bad I'm not sleepy!". He struggles against the guys grip, moving as much as he can, not giving her a chance to stick the needle on his arm. Not without a fight. He knew his chances were tiny, but why go down easily?

" Stay away from me, you bitch!" he kicked her leg sending the needle away from hand as she fell hard on the floor. " Hold him damn it!" Now she was furious, although she felt no pain.

" He's a trouble maker!" The guy holding Dean kicked him on the leg too, forcing to kneel on the floor wincing in pain, spiting out all kinds of words he had in his vocabulary. Strong hands on his shoulders were keeping him on the ground. His leg aching and his hands were useless.

She stands up and grabs his neck. Damn, what a grip!

" I'm not patient, so I suggest you cooperate". He felt the air being blocked. " Your brother is in there, so behave yourself". Her voice totally sounded like a threat. She released him and grabbed the needle.

" No trouble, no fun sweetheart". He said recovering his breath, taking deep breaths, while the woman approached him and stuck the needle on his arm. " You're right, no trouble, no fun".

Seconds later, his vision got blurred, a side effect he acquainted with, and he hated it. Right after the blurred vision, you get the numbness feeling through all over your body, your thoughts become senseless and your brain confused. You can't think straight, actually, you can't thing about anything, just accept you'll sleep, and God knows how and where you're going to wake up. Finally, you lose the control of your senses and you're out, into a total blackness.

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Warehouse.

Jackie had been brought back to the warehouse, just like Dean had guessed. The way to the place was in silence. She was angry, and she was afraid. Again she felt alone, there was no one there to back her up, just like many times before. Guilt for putting Sam and Dean into her mess was killing her inside. Now she didn't know where they were, if they were alright, if they would come to help her.

Stop with that! You could always save yourself! She tried, but she knew deep down; that was lie. Sure she could handle her problems, but right now, she needed them and most important, she wanted their help.

" Where did you take him?" She asked getting out of the car, parked in front of the warehouse.

" Soon you'll know. Now, I have a surprise for you". The big man said leading her into the place. Her body began to shiver.

" I hate surprises".

" Someone wishes to see you. He wants you to join him". The guy kept his gun with him all times, pushing Jackie through the dark warehouse.

" Too bad, I'm not willing to change sides". The warm, comfy feeling took her over once again. Even the blood smell was able to make her feel at ease there, is if she was bounded by blood, to that place.

" You don't get to choose".

" That's why I hate surprises". The place remained untouched. Dark and moist like before. The windows always shut, the ceiling high above her head, their voices echoing through the emptiness of the corridors. The presences she could feel. So many souls trapped there.

They get to the main room, where she had heard the cries and blood dripping. That memory sent chills down her spine, the unpleasant pain on her body, the desperation. She felt it all, like if it was happening, the way she lost control of her actions and all.

The guy removes her cuffs and shoves her inside, locking the huge door behind her. She fell on the floor on her knees, as she'd been shoved hard.

" What a gentleman!" She shouts getting up and cleaning her clothes. " No one is subtle nowadays".

" You're right about that". A deep voice comes from a man, standing in the middle of the room. She couldn't see his face.

" Who the hell are you?" All she could rely on now was her fighting skills, as she had no weapon.

" Oh Jackie…can't you recognize your own brother?"

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Sam opened his eyes. Everything around him was blurred; the drug he'd been injected was still on. His head was heavy and the headache felt like a hammer hitting his brain with no mercy. " Hell". Last thing he remembers was asking Dean to hurry back; he was having another vision, a painful one.

He hadn't expected the sudden visit those demons decided to pay him. Specially because he was unable to defend himself, to focus. It was either his skills or his vision getting his full attention. With the visions, he didn't really have a choice.

Although he tried his best, the fight had been way too unfair for him to win. His gun was far of his reach. Two big guys against one. He thought about Dean, hopefully Dean would arrive at the motel after he was gone, he knew the demons would take him somewhere. A needle was stuck into his arm, making the room spin incredibly fast. He heard evil laughs around him, getting distant each second, they laughed, while Sam struggled to make the furniture stay in place. He couldn't fight the urge to vomit. His vision stopped, as the drug got into his system, making him lose control. He had no idea if drug addicted people felt like that when they were high, but he wasn't enjoying the sensation. Soon, he gave up fighting the drug and sank into unconsciousness.

Sam tried his hands aware that they'd be tied. So typical. He thinks.

He was cuffed to a pillar, hands behind his back.

Little by little, his vision sight began to go back to normal. He wishes it didn't. In front of him, also cuffed to a pillar was Dean, still unconscious.

" Dean." He whispers. They had gotten Dean too.

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