Chapter Seventeen – Don't Even Think About It
"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF THEY HURT HER…" Dean burst through the living room as he threw a fist in the air. His nose was flared, cheeks sucked in, teeth gritting against one another, and a vain seemed to be popping out of his forehead. "If Tobias even THINKS about touching her, I'll snap his neck – if that little bitch tries to do anything-"
"Dean, calm down," John muttered as the rest of the group entered the house.
Turning angrily to his father, the vain in his head seemed to be pulsing. John had never seen Dean so red.
"Calm down?" Dean snapped. "THEY HAVE AMY!"
"They won't hurt her boy," Missouri tried to ensure some comfort. She, Rod and Sam encircled John and Dean.
The twenty-six-year-old hunter balled his hands into fists once more. His nose flared again as he spoke, "I don't care what it takes – I don't care how long – we are going to track them down…get Amy…and kill those Tempters – I swear, they'll regret even looking-"
Sam cocked his head to the side and begged, "Dean, we have to keep it together. They won't hurt her. Remember? Besides, Jezebel still wants me…they'll be back-"
Dean whirled around to stare at his brother wide-eyed. "And we'll be ready."
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Her lips stung slightly when she awoke. Great…was her first thought…once again…I'm the damsel in distress. Dean was right…I'm always the one who needs saving...I'm restrained (don't forget retarded). Probably no way of escaping. Great…just great…some psychic…Amy licked her sore lips. That jerk.
Brief sunlight took off several seconds before Amy could fully open her eyes. At least the situation was better when she was kidnapped and awoke in the pool. She was not on a cold, wet floor but a comfortable bed. Her neck and head were gently resting against a soft pillow. Unfortunately, her hands and wrists were bound by handcuffs – and the handcuffs were tied, by rope, to the four bedposts.
It was a luxurious room. It was too flamboyant and banal to be a house or someone's apartment. She realized she had to be in a hotel. Amy licked her lips once more. There was a succinct burning sensation on her upper lip.
The chloroform…Amy thought. So…here I am…nice room…somewhat comfortable (except that I'm tied up)…and me, a psychic…I couldn't even feel them coming close to me. I didn't even notice the taxi cab. And Tobias…he grabbed me and poisoned me with chloroform…and I wake up…now here I am…Amy…you are, indeed, an idiot.
She turned her head gently against the pillow. The nightstand had a large lamp and the Holy Bible sitting beside it. The door to the room was closed. Perhaps locked as well. Amy could see the outside world through the window – but not enough to figure out where she was exactly.
It hit her then. Amy searched frantically around the room. Her eyes studied, in detail, every part of the room. The cherry wood dresser and mirror set, the bookcase, the television set and the panel it sat on. She even looked down at the maroon comforter she was placed on.
It was difficult to move her arms. Her wrists and ankles were bound in a way that her hands could rest on her stomach and her legs were resting comfortably on the bed. The rope tied to the handcuffs led to the upper and bottom two bedposts. She could move her hands up and down but her legs stayed firmly in their place. To her luck, Amy found that even though she could move her hands freely – it wasn't enough to find some way of reaching out of the bed – or escaping at all.
Frustrated, Amy bit her lip and turned to her side so she could look at the nightstand. Her head lifted slowly from the pillow.
Her eyes found a small matchbox lying on the lovely, carpeted floor. She narrowed her eyes to read the small font on the little white box: BRITANNICA HOTEL.
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"There's the Monroe Hotel…Holiday Inn…Britannica…the Alexander…Forest Hall…" Sam read from the list on the computer screen. "Some hotels meant for private owners and business men. The list keeps going…"
He turned in the seat to stare at the group. Dean was leaning against the wall with his hands stuck into his pockets. Missouri remained in her calm-cool-and-collected manner while Rod and John both seemed to be unease.
Sam tilted his head in a hopeless way. "But then again…they may not even be in downtown. They could be here in Lawrence. Or-"
He stopped. It was hard for him to continue on. He didn't care about researching luxury hotels. Amy was gone. Taken. Sam knew he was supposed to be a powerful psychic. And I couldn't even protect her from being kidnapped by a taxi cab.
John sighed and said, "Maybe we should go uncover. Find a way of speaking with everyone or learning about those who are staying in the nicest rooms and penthouses."
"That would involve splitting up and that could lead to Sam here being taken as well," Rod explained.
"And what do you suggest ex-Tempter?" Dean snapped angrily again. "Once again, excellent job on your little warning about Amy – great timing-"
"Dean, stop this," Sam snapped. "There's no blame here. Amy wanted to hang out front. She's psychic too. She couldn't be ready for what was about to happen."
"Yeah, well," Dean growled, "we learn from our mistakes. We'll try this first…Sam is going to try to link to Jezebel…with Rod and Missouri's help…" He turned to his father. "Dad, find the three closest hotels to the Blossom…" he sighed. "And I'm going to make sure we have every weapon possible ready-"
"Dean, breathe…" Sam reminded gently.
"You really want your brother linking to a Temptress?" Rod warned softly. He came to Dean and rested a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about Amy. We'll get here. Just be patient."
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Music blared throughout the penthouse. Jezebel had turned on the entire music system up to its highest volume; she even turned the shower on.
Tobias begged now to gag Amy. It had been three seconds when she awoke when Amy began to scream for help. The penthouse had thick walls – but not thick enough. A complaint was made and Jezebel was now forced to keep the noise down. The music was loud enough to drown Amy out and the running water was a major help as well.
He kept his hand firmly around her mouth as Tobias sat close beside Amy on the bed. He tried, with all his might, to be gentle with her. Amy, at the moment, was not in the same state of mind as Tobias. She continued to scream through her closed lips. When the chance came, Amy attempted to bite at Tobias' fingers, but failed.
Jezebel let out an annoying whine as she reentered the bedroom, in a new red dress, and closed the door behind her.
"Can't we shut her up!" Jezebel groaned.
Tobias turned back to Amy and begged, "Please…I'll let you speak – but you can't scream…"
She calmed slowly. Amy let out a defeated moan. She nodded her head slowly and waited for Tobias to slowly pull his hand away from her mouth.
Amy stared angrily into Tobias' face. She then turned to stare at Jezebel who had a large grin on her face.
"Bitch," Amy spat.
Jezebel's smile faded. Her eyes grew large and she gritted her teeth together loudly.
"Jezebel…" Tobias warned. He moved closer to Amy now as Jezebel advanced the front of the bed.
"You think you're sooo intimidating…" Amy crooned. She let out a playful laugh and said, "You're just a pretty face who knows how to play her tricks." She grinned devilishly. "And Sam will NEVER want to be with a WHORE like you!"
Tobias couldn't stop his sister from going to the other side of the bed and slapping Amy square across the face. She made a painful yelp but Amy's face shot back to stare into Jezebel's.
"Sam's a good man," Amy whispered hoarsely. She licked her pained lips once more. "And he'll never…EVER…want you…"
Jezebel smiled in return. She placed her hand beside Amy's cheek and rubbed her lips with her thumb. Amy tried to pull her head away.
"I see why my brother has such an interest in you, Bellezza," Jezebel whispered. "There's so much fire in you Amy. So much passion. A decent, sweet person…and you protect the ones you love…you're kinda like a dog too, aren't you?" The Temptress laughed loudly. "Guess that makes you a bitch too."
Amy pursed her lips as she scowled at the seductress. "They will come for me…and they will kill you…"
"We'll see…" Jezebel snapped. She strayed away from the bed and exchanged a glance with her brother. Jezebel blew Amy a small kiss before leaving the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and turned the music down a bit.
Amy sighed and turned to Tobias. The look on his face cried a million apologies. He tilted his head to her and tried to touch the cheek Jezebel had slapped. Amy hadn't realized that Jezebel's nail had gently caressed her skin, but there was now a small, two-inch cut underneath her eye.
"I dare you to even think about touching me," Amy growled as Tobias was close to tending to her.
Tobias sighed and said, "I'm sorry, my Amy. I didn't want it for it to be like this."
"It doesn't have to…" Amy fought back. She struggled against her restrains.
"Jezebel knows…" Tobias admitted. "We know of the time loop. When you and the other two guys…when you go back to your time…we'll meet our fate…we'll die…my sister will get hit by the car…and I'll die as well…" He turned his face away and stared at the edge of the bed. "I can't let my sister die. Nor can I disappoint her. She wants Sam. And yes, I want you." He paused. "Which is why none of you can return back to your time."
He turned to her once more.
Amy nodded slowly. She brought her face closer to Tobias'. "I guarantee…if Jezebel tries to do anything to Sam…I will kill her…with no disregard for you."
He made no reaction.
"So I advise you to think long about this plan you and your precious, murderous sister are devising…but I promise...she won't place a hand on Sam."
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A/N: Short update – just trying to keep things moving.
So, "The Benders" was sort of a crappy episode – psychotic redneck killers? Umm…it wasn't exactly the Supernatural episode I was hoping for…but yeah…at least it was still good to watch Dean and Sam in action – they're both so adorable.
I'm definitely lovin' the feedbacks/reviews – so keep 'em coming! It'll give me more incentive to update quicker – have a great week!
