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The breath in Dean's lungs caught and his one and only fear came hurtling back at him in full force. He had to remind himself to breathe and breathe deeply. His heart pounded wildly in his chest making him want jump up from his bed and run as far away as possible.
"Dean? Talk to me, please." Nadia's voice trembled over the phone.
He closed his eyes and focused on a happier time. His heart slowed and he was able to speak. "I can't come back Nadia. Go to the police because I can't help you right now. I can't."
"Okay. It's alright. I just thought it would be the right thing for me to do. Watch yourself. In case you change your mind I still live in Pleasant Falls."
A knock sounded through the phone. "Let me get that. Dean I don't blame you for not wanting to come but watch out for them. Please promise me you will."
"Yeah I promise." He took a breath. "Don't put the phone down when you answer the door."
Too late, he thought as he heard the phone hit the table with a thump and the door open. A scream ripped through the phone into his ear. "Nadia? Nadia?"
The scream was cut off short and silence echoed through his head. A laugh came over the phone, "Are you ready to play our little game?"
That voice he knew and once again he was taken back to the dark cellar where they were held. Those words had been said to him the night he'd first been kidnapped, the night they corralled him into a room with Nadia tied to the bed. The first night the rape had taken place, for both parties.
"What the hell do you want? Leave her alone."
"What do you think we want? It's because of you two that we've spent the last nine years in prison. Now it's time for the two of you to pay and pay dearly you will. It looks as though you have a very pretty daughter that'll just be lovely to help myself to."
A daughter, he asked himself that was impossible. Nadia's words rang through his head, help me; help us. She hadn't been talking about him and her. "Okay Martinez. I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt Nadia or her daughter."
The laugh was cold and uncaring. "You'll do whatever I say anyways. Do you know how long you've been on my thoughts? The way I felt inside of you."
Dean felt his insides twist into a tight knot. "Where do you want me to meet you?" And then he heard the high-pitched scream that haunted his dreams for so long. He had to close his eyes and fight back the images that bombarded his senses.
"Why don't you come to the party here at Nadia's? Hmmm…"
"Fine." The word was tight and sharp. With a flip of his wrist he closed his phone, his hands trembling the entire time.
He let his hazel gaze travel over to Sam. He hated leaving him but this was one gig that just wasn't going to be able to happen with him following. Quickly and quietly he moved from his bed to gather his things. With a last look over his shoulder at his brother, he left the room closing the door silently behind him.
Sam Winchester waited until his brother had left the room to pull himself into a sitting position. He had heard the entire conversation or at least his brother's half and it made him wonder what had his brother running scared. He had to question what had his brother running scared, his own memory refusing to tell him what had happened.
Nadia Hayworth lay sobbing against her pillow. This couldn't be happening, not again. For once she thought she had been safe, that nothing would have been able to get her, that they'd never be able to find her. Dean had told her to go to the police, what he didn't understand was that she already had. She already presented the threatening notes to them and they did nothing to help her or Maria.
Maria lay near by her little body wrapped around into a ball; the only thing visible was a head of long dark blonde hair. She could remember when she'd be able to hold her in the crook of her arm and her parents insisting that she give her up for adoption. She hadn't been able to do it; so they left her alone, all alone to raise her by herself. Sure they'd given her a bit of money to help her out but that was the extent of their support. So she had an Aunt that lived in California that invited her to live with her and help with the baby.
On trembling legs she strode to the window and stared out in the darkness. How long ago was it that they had come to the door and taken her and Maria hostage? How long ago was it that she had called Dean for help and he'd turned her down?
Headlights on her road surprised her. No one was ever out and about at one in the morning. The car stopped in front of her house and her heart jumped into her throat as a blonde haired man climbed out of the car. She recognized his gait immediately; she'd seen it so many times when he'd come to the hospital a couple of times a day to see how she was doing. Dean had come but was it to rescue her or was it as a prisoner as well?