Chapter 2

Pie hogger

"I'm sorry about this," the second male voice said, he had just bound Mia's wrists in duct tape. "You're not hurting, are you?"

"You should've used the handcuffs," the gunman huffed. "We don't know what she is."

"She's not a demon," the second man replied. "I checked, remember?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean she's harmless."

"She didn't react to silver or anything else. She's human."

Mia was struggling to stay calm, but she had never been so scared in her life. Judging by the things she was hearing; she had been kidnapped by two lunatics. They had forced her to come with them and shoved her into their car. The gunman was driving and the second man was sitting next to her on the backseat. She had been very careful for not to look at either of them and now she kept her eyes firmly closed, in case that would make any difference.

They had poured water on her and Lord knew what else, her terror had paralyzed her for a moment. That moment had been too long; she should have done something, anything. She should have screamed or tried to run or… and then what, they would have killed her there and then? Maybe, but at least she would have tried to save her life. Lord knew what would happen to her now. She could only blame herself though; she had been a damn coward. She still was a coward; she was shaking like a leaf.

"It's okay," the second man said, his tone of voice sounded calming. "You can open your eyes."

She shook her head.

"I don't want to see your faces."

"It doesn't matter," the gunman huffed.

She couldn't help but flinch. They were going to kill her.

"Please… I… I have some savings, you can have all of it, just please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, I swear."

"I'm sorry, but we can't let you go," the second man said. If she wouldn't have known better, she would have thought that he actually was sorry. "You don't have to be scared; we're not going to hurt you."

"What…what do you want from me?"

Both men were quiet for a while, Mia had no idea was that good or bad.

"It's…complicated," the second man finally said.

"You can say that again," the gunman muttered.

"Listen, why don't we start with something easy," the second man continued. "I'm Sam and he's Dean. Your name is Mia, right?"

She hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, although somehow they already knew who she was.

"It's nice to meet you, Mia and you really can open your eyes. As hard as it must be to believe right now, we're not the bad guys."

She barely managed to suppress a snort; it really was hard to believe.

"Okay…" she muttered and cautiously opened her eyes. Her tied hands were folded on her lap; she didn't have enough courage to look up. "If… if you're not going to hurt me, why did you tie my hands?"

"Precaution, sweetheart," the gunman, or Dean, stated. "One can never be too careful in our line of work."

"What work is that?" she asked as calmly as she could.

"We're hunters."

Hunters? That didn't make any sense to Mia.

"I don't understand… What does your hobby have to do with me? I'm not a deer."

"Not that kind of hunters."

She swallowed; she had a really bad feeling about this.

"What…what do you hunt then?"

"Well, have you ever seen The Hills Have Eyes?"

"Dude, really?" Sam snapped when Mia started shaking. "He's kidding, I swear, we're not some psychopaths. He's just a moron."

"Yeah, sorry, that was a bad joke. We don't hunt people."

Mia tried her best to pull herself together, she still had no idea what was going on.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a safe place," Sam replied.

"I was perfectly safe in my home," she snapped before she managed to stop herself.

"No, you weren't," Dean responded. "You're lucky we found you first."

Lucky? Sure.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a long story," Sam said. "I think we should talk about that later after… we're sure. Have you…"

"No, I haven't reached Cas," Dean cut in. "He's not answering his phone."

Mia tried desperately to understand what was going on, but she really couldn't. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her head and looked at the man sitting beside her. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, he had brown hair and brown eyes. Even though he was sitting, it wasn't difficult to tell that he was tall; he had broad shoulders and muscular chest. He was wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a plaid shirt.

"Everything's going to be okay," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Please tell me what do you want from me," she asked.

"Trust me, you wouldn't believe us," Dean huffed. "Just make yourself comfortable, we have a long ride ahead."

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked. "Or thirsty?"

"She's not getting my last pie," Dean snorted.

"I just want to go home," Mia muttered, trying to swallow her tears. She didn't really succeed; everything that had happened tonight was starting to take its toll.

"Hey…" Sam murmured.

"Okay, okay, you can have the pie," Dean said. "No need for the waterworks."

Apparently, they couldn't handle crying women so well. That was probably a good thing, maybe they weren't serial killers.

"What kind of pie?" she heard herself asking.

"Cherry."

She nodded.

"I think I'll have it, thank you."

After tonight, the least she had earned was a freaking pie.

4 hours later

"Come on," Dean muttered. "Where the hell are you, Cas?"

"He's still not picking up?" Sam asked, trying to speak quietly, he didn't want to wake the girl up. She had finally fallen asleep an hour ago, although she had tried very hard to stay awake. That was certainly understandable.

"Cas! Where are you? Yeah, she's with us, there were five demons waiting for her… We're almost at the cabin, it's right… Geez!"

Both Sam and Dean startled when Castiel appeared on the front seat next to Dean, making him drop his phone.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean snapped. "I've told you not to do that!"

Castiel glanced at him calmly and turned to look at the girl.

"My apologies."

"Where have you been?" Dean asked.

"This is her?" Castiel stated, ignoring Dean's question.

"Yeah," Sam replied.

Castiel stared at the sleeping girl; his face was completely callous.

"What does Lucifer want with this girl anyway?" Dean asked. "As far as I can tell, she's just scared and confused human girl, there's nothing special about her."

"That's where you are wrong, Dean," Castiel replied. "If this is indeed the right girl, Lucifer will do anything to get his hands on her and he will destroy anyone who tries to get in his way."

"Why?" Dean asked. "What the hell is she?"

"I need to be sure that she is the right girl," Castiel stated, again ignoring Dean's question.

"How?" Sam asked.

"She should have the mark."

Mia blinked her eyes sleepily, awaken by the sounds. Sam could tell the exact moment when she remembered where she was, she tensed immediately when she noticed Castiel staring at her. Dean had just stopped the Impala in front of the cabin that belonged to a friend of Bobby's. It should be a safe place.

"Where are we?" Mia muttered, clearly she was nervous.

"Why don't we go inside," Sam said, trying his best to sound calming. He truly felt sorry for the girl, she had no idea what was going on. Judging by her apartment, she was just a normal young woman, living a normal life. Her wrists were still bound, although Sam would have wanted to untie her. She winced and would have lost her balance if Dean wouldn't have caught her when she stepped outside. Apparently, her legs were a bit numb.

"Easy there, pie hogger," he said and kept his arm around her until she was able to stand by herself.

"Do you need some help?" Sam asked when Dean marched to the door and unlocked it.

Mia shook her head.

"No, thank you."

Castiel didn't turn his eyes away from Mia; she was becoming more and more nervous.

"Who's he?" she muttered.

"His name is Cas," Sam replied. "He's a friend of ours. Please."

Mia was breathing faster when Sam led her towards the cabin; Dean had already turned the lights on. The cabin wasn't very big; there were two small bedrooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen and a living room. There were no neighbors anywhere near, only forest. Mia was shaking when they were inside; she was trying to find a way to escape.

"It's okay…" Sam started.

"Remove your clothes," Castiel ordered calmly.

Her eyes widened in terror, she backed away until her back hit the wall.

"Really, Cas?" Dean snorted. "You couldn't think of any other way to scare her more?"

"I need to be sure," Castiel stated. "I need to see the mark."