Chapter Nineteen – A Great Plan

She wouldn't dare let herself cry. Amy's sore lips were now forced to press against one another as Tobias sadly put the duck tape along her lips. Jezebel had been incredibly upset that Amy had almost succeeded in screaming their whereabouts. Tobias begged that they should find a new place, but his sister insisted that everything was okay. So, Tobias was forced to put tape on his love's mouth. Amy had put up a decent fight – a good enough fight for someone tied to a bed, at least. The Tempter stared at Amy in a depressed, longing way. He truly wanted her to love him back. He had promised himself that he wouldn't use his skills to try and seduce Amy. After all, she had been exposed to him for just the right amount of time. Amy had ceased to give Tobias the die-look. All he had to do was kiss her a couple of times and Amy would be head-over-heels for him.

I won't do that. Tobias shook his head at himself. I love her. I want her to love me back. For real.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Jezebel turned her body several different times as she gazed into the mirror. She wore jeans and a respectable black-and-white checkered sweater. The neckline was somewhat steep so there was still cleavage showing. Her dark hair was pulled back by two chopsticks. She wore a light shade of red lipstick and black eyeliner. Green eyes seemed closer to the neon color than usual.

He will love me…Jezebel smiled. I've never met anyone like him. He actually cares for me. Soon. He'll love me.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Younger Amy was squeezed in between Younger Sam and Dean. The three teenagers had the expressions of young children who had received news of the most awful thing happening. Younger Amy couldn't bring herself to look at anyone – especially Dean and Sam – she was just a reminder of someone who should be there with them, but wasn't.

"What are you going to do?" Younger Sam asked softly.

"We have to get her back," Younger Dean responded. He punched the arm of the couch. "Dammit."

"Language," Missouri warned.

The entire room felt as if all the air was being sucked out of it. Dean couldn't calm down and Sam was hiding the fact that he wanted to just open his mouth and let out an incredible roar of fury.

Rod, who had quickly grown tired, sat on the opposite sofa. He sighed and shook his head to himself every few seconds.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

"I'm leaving now," Jezebel called from the main room.

Tobias, who had been sitting close beside Amy, got up and quickly left the bedroom.

He met his sister as she was leaving out the door. "It's early."

"Yes," Jezebel replied, "I want to make sure I have a clear head. I have to be careful and detect whether or not they're creating a plan to try and rescue the girl."

"Be careful, Sister," Tobias whispered. "Any detection of danger, come straight here."

The Temptress nodded. "While I'm gone…" she peered into the bedroom. "Go ahead, have a little fun…"

His nose flared. Tobias watched angrily as his sister gave him a playful wave and she left the penthouse. The brother watched his sibling go down the hall and toward the elevator.

He closed the door quickly and Tobias returned to Amy.

She mumbled through the tape. Tobias cocked his head at her – he longed to take the tape off.

Remember what Jezebel told you…he forced himself to remember.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sam paced the floor once more. "Look, I have to go. They'll know if we're trying to trick them – I have to go alone – otherwise they'll kill her."

"Riiight…" Dean laughed. "You think I'm going to let my kid brother fall into a trap and have those Tempters have Amy AND you…wrong answer."

"Dammit Dean!" Sam snapped. "Think about it. Think about her. They will know if we're trying to pull one over them. We can't con them. They're the conmen in this. You just have to let me go off first. The rest of you can figure the rest out. Besides…Jezebel can't handle me…she'll have to have both Tobias and herself to get me restrained. I can do this – on my own."

The older brother shook his head wildly. "This can't happen."

"Aren't some of you psychic!" Younger Dean yelled heatedly. "Psychics are supposed to have visions and feelings and all that other crap!" He breathed quickly. "None of you can use your almighty brain power and figure out where the hell they are?"

"Dean…" Younger Amy whispered softly.

"Amy," Younger Dean fought back. "It's basically you…"

The young teenager shook her head. "We just have to be c-calm about this…" She took in a deep breath. "We just…have to devise a careful plan."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "I say while Sam is meeting with the Temptress, the rest of us go out and figure out where they are. The Holiday Inn…that's where she wants to meet…the place they're staying at has to be close by…"

"I'm going with you," Younger Dean fought.

"Alright," John agreed.

"Wait, what?" Younger Amy exclaimed. She rose from the couch and approached John. "You actually want your son out there?"

"Amy-"

"No!" Younger Amy fought back. "You actually put your children in these dangers?"

"They've handled things like this before, Amy," John whispered.

"Wow…" the young teen sighed. "I respected you! You do what you have to to take care of your kids! But you're actually just throwing them into that big pit of dangerous, evil things…" She shook her head.

"Amy," Younger Dean said softly, "it's okay."

"Okay?" Younger Amy questioned. She pointed to Older Sam and Dean. "Look at them! Look what they're doing with their lives! Eight years Dean and this is you – a hunter! A hunter who is trying to figure out a way to protect his friend and his brother."

"Baby girl," Missouri whispered gently. "It's okay…"

"I want to save her too…" Younger Amy sobbed. "But…the idea of Sam and Dean actually being out there…we can stay here and try and find a way to h-help."

She faced John once more. "I know I don't figure out this stuff until I'm in my twenties…but…I can't even fathom the idea of you training your sons – building them up – to do this for the rest of their lives. To try desperately to protect those they care about. To have to leave behind some of those people. To go through their deaths…" Younger Amy shook her head at John in a disappointed way. "Look at what you've done to your sons."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Tobias slowly removed the metallic tape from her mouth. Amy gasped for air and licked her dry lips.

She adjusted herself in the bed and stared up at Tobias. "It's warm…" Amy motioned with her eyes to the blue hoodie she was wearing.

He went to the far wall and found the A/C. Moments later Amy could feel the cool air coming from the above vent.

"Are you…" Tobias asked softly. "Umm, hungry, thirsty?"

"Tied up," Amy replied. "That sums it up."

"You should eat."

"I shouldn't be tied to this bed."

A moment of silence.

"Amy…"

"What?" she snapped.

Tobias ran a hand through his dark hair. He sat beside her on the bed. Amy tried to inch away from him.

"I didn't want it for it to be like this…" he muttered. "I…I first met you and all I could think about was what it would be like to take you out to dinner…and then after what happened in the room at the Blossom…and after realizing you were with Sam – who was trying to help my sister – I-I…" Pause. He licked his lips. "Jezebel became so infatuated with Sam. All she could talk about was how Sam truly wanted to help her. And then we learned you two were friends. I realized how much I wanted you too…" He stared into Amy's eyes. He whispered, "I really do love you."

Amy turned away slowly. "Tobias…" she whispered. "I know you're a good man…" She met eye-to-eye. "I know that you were never the one to kill…Jezebel's always done that. She's always lured the innocent in. She drugs them. She cuts their chests opened. The cab driver…" Amy shook her head sadly. "I know she took care of him too. You've always done the heavy lifting. Why not fight her back?"

Tobias shook his head. "She is my sister. She is the strongest of us. She breathed life first." He sighed. "I obey her words. She is my flesh and blood. We came from the same womb. We've taken about 100 lives…"

Amy opened her mouth in surprise. "Tobias…please…it can't go farther than that. It never can. Tobias…you can do so much good…I know that Tempters use their powers for good. You can too."

"Amy…" Tobias whispered. "It's not that simple."

"You take orders from an insane woman," Amy whispered. "I know that she's family…your only family…but please…" She choked back the tears. "I feel your pain…literally…I can tell what's going on through your head. Not word-for-word. But I feel what you feel. It's heartbreaking. Please. Keeping me here will only lead to worse things. Sam and I won't cooperate with this. You're endangering those I care about."

"You could be happy here, with me," Tobias tried desperately. "I know you'd like it…we could all travel together…"

"Be immortal," Amy questioned, "and every year…taking a life on an innocent."

Tobias said nothing.

"I'm sorry Tobias…" Amy shook her head. "I could never love you. Never."

"You're with that Dean…" Tobias snapped. It was the first time he had been slightly harsh to her. "You're involved with a man who will always drive away." Amy looked at him in surprise. He's in my head, Amy thought. Tobias continued: "He will hunt for the rest of his life. Even after he takes his revenge. Is that the man you want? Someone who will break your heart over and over and over again?"

Amy gave Tobias a small smile.

"You have to take the bad in with the good," Amy had a small grin on her face. A single tear glistened down her cheek. "And he's worth it."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

It was almost four. Sam had half an hour to get to the destination. He wasn't allowed to leave yet.

"Dean…" Sam mumbled. His older brother sat at the living room table with his forehead placed on the table. "Look…just think of something…but you have to let me go…just give it to a later time to come to the rescue. I'm sure I can handle this."

John approached his youngest future son. "Sam…you have to be careful."

Dean rose from the table and joined his father and brother. He pulled a pocketknife from his pocket and handed it to Sam. "Call if you have a chance. I'll give it half an hour – tops – and then we're coming for you and Amy. Understand?"

Sam nodded slowly.

Dean bit his lip as he touched his brother's shoulder. "Come back as fast as you can – with Amy…"

"I'm not coming back unless I have her…" Sam reassured.

The three teenagers came to them.

"Be careful," Younger Amy choked out.

Younger Sam came beside her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder.

Sam stared at the rest of the group. His eyes rested on Missouri for a moment, whose eyes were staring blankly at him.

"Try and clear your mind. Practice. You can block her out. Just be patient," Missouri whispered.

The twenty-two-year-old gave his brother a comforting nod before walking down the hallway. He opened the door and quickly stepped outside.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Tobias had cut the blue hoodie off. Amy had complained so much of the "hot" temperature in the room, and Tobias knew she was trying to find an excuse to take the handcuffs off, the Tempter found the scissors in the drawer beside them and despite Amy's threats, he cut the hoodie off. Amy, defeated once again, found herself in a thin white tank top and her torn jeans.

He threw away the remains of her hoodie and Tobias returned to the bedroom.

"More comfortable?" Tobias asked.

"These handcuffs are a little irritating," she mocked back.

He couldn't help but smile at her. He liked how abrasive she was. How confidant. How passionate.

"What?" Amy questioned the grin on his face. She didn't realize how comfortable she looked on the bed and her attire didn't help.

He approached the bed.

Amy narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't even think about it."

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sam drove the 2005-Impala quickly along the highway. He had twenty minutes to get to the location.

Block her out. Concentrate. Don't let her in.

How did Amy block Tobias out?

Be calm. The others will think of something.

Then again…Jezebel and Tobias…they have strong psychic abilities…and Jezebel has already been able to link to me…

Dammit, why can't you control this? Why can't you understand?

It bothered him once more. Why was he still such an amateur at this while Amy was progressing so much? She has psychic feelings and visions. Sam wondered why it was so difficult for him to just get a decent, helpful vision. He had the dream of the nightclub – same as Amy. And he was the one to receive the vision – along with the headache – of Jezebel tempting the other man. And why now, of all times, did Sam's powers feel so useless?

I'll find you Amy. I promise.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean threw in the last shotgun into the duffel bag. He zipped it up quickly as his legs quickly trailed down the stairs. He dropped the bag by the dining room table; Dean ignored the pairs of eyes that continued to watch him carefully.

John appeared from his bedroom carrying the same type of heavy-duffel bag Dean had brought down.

Missouri rose from the couch with the teenagers and asked motherly-like, "And what the hell do you boys plan on doing?"

"Save the girl. Save the brother," Dean replied. "We're sort of on a rescue mission, remember? Where have you been? Psychic-La-La-Land?"

Her nose flared as Missouri placed her hands on her hips.

"Let's take it easy," Rod announced. The old man had been pacing the room since Sam left.

"Sorry, the easy way has never really worked for me," Dean replied as he checked the gun that was safely tucked into his great brown leather jacket. "Hard way is the only way."

Younger Sam and Dean came out from their bedroom in fresh new clothes – Dean in black T-shirt with a skull on it and Sam wore a plain blue T-shirt. Younger Amy watched as her friends joined everyone back in the living room.

"So, what's the plan?" Younger Dean asked. His tone was stronger, more confidant. Younger Amy began to compare the Older and Younger version – stubborn, strong, and brave.

"Amy," Dean said, still not looking at the eighteen-year-old, "we're going to have to borrow your car. Sam," he turned to the Younger one, "you and Dad are taking the Impala. Younger me and I will be in the mustang. The Forest Hall Hotel is the closest one to the Holiday Inn. John and Sam will take that one. The Deans will take a look at the Monroe…and if they're a bust…we'll move to the Alexander and Britannica."

"The Tempers may sense what you plan on doing," Missouri reminded.

"Look lady," Dean laughed, "as long as Sam is keeping the Temptress company and as long as Sam doesn't know the plan – she can't figure it out. The Temptress wants to know what's going on through Sam's head – not mine."

"Not much, apparently," Missouri remarked.

Dean was about to snap back when Younger Amy asked rather loudly, "I want to help."

Everyone looked at her.

Rod tilted his head at her like a grandfather trying to explain something difficult to his grandchild. "Sweetie, it's too dangerous."

She stood up defiantly and Amy snapped, "You're taking MY car. MY future self is in danger. MY fourteen-year-old and eighteen-year-old friends are going on this mission. So count ME in."

"Aimes, I'm not likin' this…" John warned.

"Look…" Younger Amy protested. "What happens to us – 1997 us – doesn't matter, right? All that matters is that Future Dean, Sam, and Amy can get back through that time loopy thingy. And that's what we have to focus on. You can't stop me. You all should know that."

Both Deans nodded their head in agreement.

"Amy," Younger Sam begged. "For me…please…stay…"

She gave her friend a miserable expression. "I'm only staying Sammy if you stay."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Tobias tipped the room service waiter between the half-closed door.

The young man flinched at the loud music erupting from the penthouse.

"Sir, you might have to keep it down…" the waiter suggested.

"Oh, it's just for the moment," Tobias reassured with a grin. "Just breaking in a CD."

He closed the door quickly on the confused young man.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

He carried in the silver plate of food. Amy could smell chicken of some kind.

"Bon appetite," Tobias announced as he carried the food in.

"If you expect to feed me like some sort of child, we're going to have a problem," Amy snapped, trying to hide the fact that she was starving.

Tobias gave her a mock laugh. "Right, I'll untie you and give you a fork and a knife to eat with. Feeding you is no problem with me."

"I'll refuse to eat."

"Then your stomach will growl."

"Then it'll add the noise I intend to make to get myself out of here."

"I'll turn the music on louder."

"Someone will complain."

"My sister has the owner of the hotel wrapped around her finger. We're not worried about that."

"Then I'll starve and die right here."

"Not happening."

"Tobias…" Amy fought back softly.

He had placed the tray of food on the edge of the bed. Tobias was ready to cut the chicken for her and feed her. He turned to her slowly and stared deeply into her melancholy expression. Tobias felt his heart ache.

"Please…" Amy begged gently. Tobias turned from her. "You can't really do this. An innocent person will die. And then there will be another every year…Sam and I don't want this kind of life. Living forever is not natural…that's why there's the cycle…there's birth…there's life…there's death…"

"And after that…" Tobias asked quietly.

Amy bit her lip as she stared sadly at the man before her. "Is that what you're afraid of…what's going to happen to you after you die?"

Tobias shook his head gently. "I'm not afraid."

"No, you're terrified," Amy noted.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Younger Amy drove the dark green mustang while Older Dean was in the passenger seat. Younger Dean had never been in the backseat of a car and this irritated him.

The young teen drove quietly but quickly along the highway.

Dean turned to her and asked, "You okay?"

"'Fine."

From the back, Younger Dean asked, "So when we find this Tempter guy – we kick his ass and grab Amy?"

"That's the plan."

"He can't…uh…tempt other men, can he?"

Younger Amy laughed. "You think too highly of yourself."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

She opened her mouth sheepishly as Tobias began to feed her. The chicken tasted good, hot, and sweet with the salt and pepper. She swallowed slowly.

Amy licked her lips. The irritation the chloroform had caused now seemed to disappear.

He tried to feed her again but Amy moved her head away from the fork.

"Not hungry?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I want to go home. I need to be with my friends."

Tobias took in a deep breath. He placed the plate of food back on the tray and then placed the tray on the nightstand.

"This won't be difficult, I promise…"

"You can change…" Amy begged. "Is this how you expect to get me to even like you," Amy rattled her handcuffs, "this is not the way to a girl's heart. Tobias, please…you can change your life around. You don't have to run all the time. You can leave Jezebel behind. You can do good things. And I know, with the right amount of time, you'll meet someone."

"I've already met someone," Tobias stared sadly at her.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

His hands gripped around the steering wheel as he pulled into the drive-through entrance of the Holiday Inn. The afternoon now brought on more traffic as people left their businesses and back to their homes in the town. Sam stared at the tall gray buildings and people scurrying into their cars and cabs.

Sam turned around in his seat. It was four-forty-five.

Just as Sam turned to the passenger side, Jezebel was looking in through the glance. She winked at him and licked her upper lip.

Amy… Sam sighed and his hands gripped around the wheel again. He leaned over and unlocked the door.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

A/N: More coming soon!