So like I had this chapter done weeks ago but then I deleted it. Then I re-wrote it but didn't save it.


Pain. Cold and pain. Those were the first things he felt as the world came back to him. He took a deep breath as it was the first time. Slowly his breathing morphed from shallow to fairly normal. After a minute he took in more of his surroundings. He was chained down to something.

Without much thought, he felt himself move his right hand and break the chain. He did the same with the other hand. After that he freed his legs. Then he noticed what he had just done. After he slowly hopped off and touched ground, he stood there in shock. Mostly confusion. A strange moaning sound came from behind him pulled Dean from his thoughts.

Cecilia was still there. He was going to thank her for whatever the hell his gift was.


This is stupid."

It was stupid. They were waiting outside the office that they so desperately wanted to be in, search in. But they were outside it. Waiting. There was no need for this. The door wasn't that strong. They could easily break it down.

However, according to Davan, who was starting to come off as a Dean double, decided that she was in charge. And she decreed that breaking down doors was tacky.

"Besides guys I have a lock pick"

So she left to get it. Ten minutes ago. Ten minutes of Sam and Mona waiting. These were the longest moments of Sam's life.

" You accent is stupid."

Mona shifted her position against the wall. She was running out of songs to sing in her head. Sam ran out after the first five minutes and was going over ridiculous state laws.

"What is wrong with my accent?" He wasn't that offended. He just hated the longawkward silence.

"How about a riddle? A supernatural themed riddle even. If I shoot a vampire in the head with a magnum, would it's head blow off? Or would it live but be really pissed off?"

"I-how is that even a riddle," Sam rubbed his face and sighed, " Live I guess."

"Hmm. Next time I face one I'll test that theory and let you know."

Davan finally decided to make her appearance. With the lock pick in hand she went to work. Mona moved towards her sister and stood behind. Annoyance was clear.

"What took you so long sis?"

"I got held up. Aha! Unlocked." She opened the door and motioned for the others to enter.

"Uh-huh. Held up. Let me guess, hot guy? Whore." Mona dodged Davan's attack as she entered the room.

Defiantly a lot like Dean. Sam mused as he entered.


Cecilia had no idea what went wrong. Most recipients of her gift were usually happy and thankful. Not vengeful and trying to kill her.

Sure, there were times when not everything went as smoothly as she had hoped, but this took the cake. Never in her life would she picture herself dying like this. Crawling for her life.

But she was doing just that. Crawling away from her assailant. She lacked the strength to run, not that it would help. The demon was in control now. She had nowhere else to go.

She found a place to hide. Under the table where she kept the tools she performed for this ritual. She let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.

"Hello Ceci! Thought you could hide? How adorable."

It was true what they say about life flashing before you eyes when you die.

With her last breath she screamed.


"Dude, did anyone hear that?" Mona looked around the room.

Davan placed the book she was holding down and walk towards a book case examining it. Cold air was emitting from behind.

"It came behind the bookcase. I think it can be moved. Little help?" Sam and Mona came to her aid and sure enough it was pushed to the side and revealed a door.

"Sweet! I wonder if any of the rooms have secret passages!"

Forget Davan being Dean's double, Mona and Davan both were freakishly similar to him in various areas. Sam shuddered at his thoughts and followed the sisters.

The new room wasn't very special. Mostly due to the fact that they were walking in pitch dark. Davan grabbed both of Sam and Mona and sandwiched herself between them. Who knew that even twenty-seven year-old demons hunters were scared of the dark?

"Sammers that is not my arm!" Mona elbowed Davan in the face, who in turn elbowed Sam in the side.

"My face/ What the hell!" Davan and Sam shouted simultaneously. The excitement caused them to fail to the notice the lights being turned on.

"Will you two shut up? Some freak is out there and some idiot is in danger!"

Davan and Sam glared at her. They move closer to her. Moan sheepishly backed away babbling incoherently.

"You started it!" They snarled defensively. Mona finally took notice of her surroundings.

"Who turned on the lights?" Davan asked looking around. She also finally noticed the new light.

"Who killed Cecilia?" Sam too, noticed things. Mona turned her gaze to the dead woman and sighed.

"Well there's the idiot. Now what about the freak?"

Davan smacked her sister in the back of the head.

"Don't talk like that! A woman is dead. Don't you have any decency?"

"But-she wanted us to pay for the TV! I say thank you to whoever. . .unless it-but still!"

Davan hardened her glare and smacked Mona again, harder this time. Mona rubbed the back of head and moved away from Davan muttered things about hit-men.

"Well, whoever/whatever killed her is gone. This kind of ruins our plans." Sam sighed frustrated.

"Well, we have her office right? We take some books and hey, research party!" Mona exclaimed a little too excited. Davan shook her head disapprovingly.

"Last time we had one you almost died."

"You were the one that let us have it on the roof." Mona shrugged.

Sam looked at the sister siblings and had a strange longing for his own sibling. He had no idea where his brother was, if he was okay.

He told himself that Dean just needed some air to cool off and everything was going to be fine in the morning. He just wished that he could believe it.

TBC