Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural, if I did the boys would be all mine to do with what I please.

Jack came to slowly feeling a throbbing in her head and a burning stiffness in her neck from leaning her head forward against her chest for so long while she was out. She lifted her head lethargically, mentally assessing herself for a concussion. She tried to move her hand up to check for a blood or a bump. That was when she discovered her hands were tied down. She blinked the blurriness away and looked down at herself. She was tied, hands and feet to a wooden chair. Her jacket and long sleeve shirt had been stripped off, leaving her in white wife beater. Her socks and shoes were gone as well.

She struggled against them as hard as she could but they were secure, whoever did this was a pro. She looked around her. She was in a room, barely illuminated by a naked light bulb hanging from the rafters of what looked like a dilapidated cabin. Jack's eyes fixed on the work table across the room. Candles burnt down to the nub and unlit were melted onto the table, her guns sat in the center and blood in different stages of drying coated it. In fact the whole place stank of blood, making her feel like gagging. Hanging from tool hooks above the table were all manner of knives, small-like scalpels, and large- like the menacing machete that was sticky and glistening red.

She'd found their killer, or rather he found her.

A door opened behind her but Jack couldn't turn her head enough to see who stepped in. Male, she guessed from the space of the footsteps, somewhat tall, lean though, they weren't that heavy. Then he came into the light with a maniacal smile on his otherwise calm face.

"Brian." Jack hissed in shock.

"Hey baby." He said cutting her across the face with the pocket knife he'd taken from her jacket. Jack jerked sideways but still managed to take most of the edge to her cheek. She felt the sting of the blood start to flow down it.

"Bastard!" She screamed at him struggling against her bindings again. She only succeeded in knocking herself sideways onto the floor.

"Don't do that." Brian said in a too calm voice like he was talking to a disobedient child. He reached down and pulled her upright.

"Don't touch me." She said as he ran a finger down her jaw line.

"You're not really in any position to give orders, Jack." He said cupping her cheek roughly to make her look at him, She spit in his face.

Brian calmly wiped the spittle off his face and punched her hard. Harder than he should have been able to hit.

"Why? Why are you doing this you sick sonuvabitch?" Jack demanded. She couldn't believe it. This man was the monster they'd been searching for. He'd murdered and dismembered people in cold blood.

"My ritual. To be more" He said like it was the most obvious conclusion in the world.

"That last girl, I brought her here because I thought she kinda looked like you." He was saying as he turned away from her to go to his table. He picked a her gun up and pointed at her.

"You know, for nostalgia. But it was all wrong. Her eyes, her hair. Beggars can't be choosers though." He said conversationally. Jack struggled anew as he walked to her and put the gun to the side of her head.

"Then you came back to town and it was so perfect." He said. She could see the madness there now. It was in the way his eyes glittered while he pushed the gun against her temple and slid it down leaving a rough, red line in its wake. Suddenly he pulled the trigger and Jack felt her heart stop for a second, but nothing happened.

"No, not so soon, my love." He said laughing at her fear.

"Fuck you." She said hating him more than anything in the world at that moment.

"Maybe I will." He said in a low voice, he trailed the gun downward over the curve of her breast to the edge of her shirt, using the muzzle to lift it.

"Those really are beautiful, hurt like a bitch when I was carrying you but still beautiful" He said running his free hand over her tattoos. Jack's skin crawled when he touched her.

She decided she'd had enough and turned her focus inside to all her fire. Nothing happened. She tried again. And again. She couldn't feel it.

"Nope I found a spell to bind that little power of yours. Its temporary but it'll hold for now." Brian said close to her ear. He laid a kiss to the pulse point on her throat. "I never understood you, you have this ability from birth and you do nothing with it, you even complained about it." He said against her neck with the gun shoved against her abdomen.

'Fuck. He's insane.' She thought.


"Sonuvabitch." Dean hissed.

"What now?" Sam asked. The search wasn't going well. Other than the smell of gun powder and a large piece of wood that had blood on it, there was no trace of Jack or whoever took her.

"We're going in circles." Dean said.

"How can you tell?" Sam asked shining his flashlight around him. Everything did look the same there.

"I tied my bandana to a tree last time we were here." Dean said shining his light on a stick holding the piece of fabric.

"Damnit." Sam said.

"We don't know these good enough to search them at night." Dean growled in frustration.

"How did the bastard get away so fast? How'd he take Jack by surprise?" Sam asked for at least the fifth time that hour.

"For the last time I don't know. And I really don't fucking know." Dean said. He sighed in angry resignation. "I think we have to pick this up tomorrow."

"What!" Sam gaped at Dean. "We can't leave her with some nut job who slices people up for fun, Dean."
"Think I don't know that? We're no use to her lost like this though." Dean retorted. "If we come back tomorrow we'll see better, we'll have the map and we can find out if there's any place for someone to keep a victim."

"You think he's keeping them for a few days first?" Sam asked, the thought giving him hope that they still had time.

"Yeah, guys like that, they like to play with the people first." Dean said hatefully.

"Torture." Sam said quietly. He looked at the ground for a long moment. "Come on, I think I can find old property records on the computer, see if anything comes up."

Dean nodded and they made their way through the pitch black woods, carefully picking their way and keeping a close eye on each other and the surrounding forest. Neither man talked on the car ride to the room and once inside Sam threw himself into trying to find information about the forest while Dean made mark ups on the map of approximately where Jack was when she went missing.

Hours of searching brought Sam no closer to finding anything useful and Dean couldn't stop staring at the crime scene pictures. Sam finally looked up at the crack of dawn and took the pictures from Dean gently but firmly. He shook his head, they couldn't psych themselves out by looking at them. Dean met his eyes and nodded in understanding. They went through the motions of getting ready to sleep so they'd be fresh in a few hours to begin the search again but Sam couldn't close his eyes without seeing severed limbs and Jack looking so earnest and vulnerable the day before. He was filled with a rage so sudden and powerful it shocked him. Dean kept getting flashes of her memories in his mind, only now he could piece together the how's and why's of things that didn't make sense to him when he first saw them and still didn't. He rubbed his forehead and clenched one hand around the knife under his pillow, itching for somewhere to put it, or someone to put it in actually.

"We'll get her back." Sam said from his bed as the early morning sun bled through the thin motel room curtains. "And kill the bastard that took her."


"I gotta say, I was a little jealous when I saw you with those two guys." Brian said walking away from her to his table again. Jack tried not to be relieved that he wasn't touching her anymore, it wouldn't last.

He lit a match, picked up a scalpel from his collection and heated the razor sharp edge till it was blackened.

"Not in the mood to talk anymore?" He frowned. Jack stared straight ahead showing no reaction.

"That's okay, I can talk for both of us." He shrugged and blew out the match. Brian made his way to her humming 'Bad Moon Rising' under his breath, she remembered she'd turned him on to the classics. The sing was sickeningly appropriate.

"I wondered which one you were fucking, or if it was both." He said pressing the flat side of the hot blade to her hand, letting it brand her. Jack swallowed and didn't let any outward display of pain show.

He sighed at her lack of response and muttered "stubborn" under his breath. He started humming, turning the blade over to the sharp side and sliced into her hand carving a symbol from the knuckle of her middle finger to her wrist. Jack's breathing sped up, she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from yelping in pain.

He watched her seeming disappointed in the lack of affect he was having. He walked away and tossed the bloody scalpel onto the table.

He looked back at her considering then chose a longer hunting knife with serrated edge and came back to her. Brian straddled her legs and put the blade to her throat. Jack hated having him this close, she hated the knowledge that he could do what he pleased with her, while she was tied up. She had flashbacks of the alley, with the two men and held on to the thought that she'd gotten out of bad situations before, she'd do it again. Her ability was not a crutch. It was hard to keep these thoughts with him so close to her body. Brian cut a line down her shirt till the front was cut clean in two. He ran the knife from the base of her throat to her bellow button and back again.

"Your going to play pretty Jack or I'll bring other people here and make you watch me work on them first." He said in a raspy voice.

"What the fuck do you want?" She demanded.

"I want to hear you beg." He said simply. He pushed the edge of the blade into the indentation at her throat just enough to let a trickle of blood flow down. He bent to lap it up and Jack bit into his ear as hard as she could.

"Bitch!" He screamed jerking back and away from her. He threw the knife down, and punched her so hard in her stomach she saw spots. He hit her again and again, till Jack's head hung limply and blood was coming from her nose and lip.

"Is that all you got?" She asked grinning at him with her bloody teeth bared.

He lifted his fist again and stopped breathing hard looking at her with hard, dangerous eyes. He went back to retrieve his knife from the floor. He kicked her chair over so her head hit the wooden floor with a hard thud. Jack couldn't see what he was doing but she felt him begin to cut a shape into her foot. She slammed her eyes shut and tried to keep it all inside. She heard an animalistic sound, taking a second to realize it was coming from her.

TBC………