In the sheriff's car…
As Kathleen drove she pointed to a passing traffic camera, "Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn't pass that one, so…"
"So, they must've pulled off somewhere." Dean studied the map before looking out the window, "I don't see any other roads here."
"A lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads."
Dean shifted in his seat becoming annoyed, "Great."
He stared out the window as new information popped up on Kathleen's computer. She clicked the highlighted item and brought up a page about Dean's fake ID. The more she read, the more she looked concerned.
"So, Gregory…"
Dean turned to look at her, "Yeah?"
"I ran your badge number. It's routine when we're working a case with state police." She shrugged, "For accounting purposes and what have you."
"Mmhmm."
"And, uh, they just got back to me." She pulled the car over to the side of the road, "It says here your badge was stolen." A look of stressed surprise crossed Dean's face, "And there's a picture of you." She turned the computer to Dean so he could see a picture of a heavy African-American man before she took off her seatbelt, "Would you step out of the car, please?"
"Look, look, look." At his pleading she stopped, "If you wanna arrest me, that's fine. I'll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please let me find Angel and Sam."
"I don't even know who you are. Or if these Sam and Angel people are actually missing."
Dean pleaded with her, "Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this."
"Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer."
"Here's the thing. When we were young… Angel pretty much pulled us from a fire. And ever since then, the three of us have looked out for each other. We're responsible for each other. It's our job to keep eachother safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find them fast-" His voice broke with emotion and he had to take a second to collect himself, "Please. They're my family."
Her jaw set as she looked away from him, "I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you in."
She glanced at her visor where a picture of her and another young man smiling was clipped. Emotion flooded her as she became sad and sighed, defeated.
"After we find Angel and Sam Winchester."
As she fastened her seatbelt Dean looked at her in confusion.
Later on…
Dean and Kathleen walked back to the car, coffee in hand as Dean looked her over, "Hey, Officer? I don't mean to press my luck-"
"Your luck is so pressed."
"Right…" He nodded, continuing on anyway, "I was wondering- why are you helping me out? Why don't you just lock me up?"
"My brother, Riley, disappeared three years ago. A lot like Angel and Sam. We searched for him, but- nothing." Her eyes became sad once more, "I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them-" She cut herself off when she felt the tears building, motioning for him to get in the car, "Come on. Let's keep at it."
At the edge of the forest…
As Kathleen drove, something caught Deans eye, "Wait, wait- pull over here. Pull over." She did as told and they both got out of the car and walked toward the forest, "It's the first turn-off I've seen so far."
Kathleen headed through it, "You stay here, I'll check it out."
"No way."
"Hey." She stopped him, "You're a civilian. And a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me."
"You're not goin' without me."
"Alright…" Kathleen sighed, "You promise you won't get involved? You'll let me handle it?"
"Yeah." Dean shrugged, "I promise."
She extended her hand, "Shake on it."
Dean brought his hand out to shake hers and Kathleen placed a set of handcuffs on his wrist.
"Oh, come on." Soon Kathleen had him handcuffed to her squad car door handle as she walked away, "This is ridiculous. Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need my help."
"I'll manage." She promptly locked the door as she continued on her way, "Thank you."
Dean groaned and shook his wrist, "I gotta start carrying paper clips."
Inside the Benders house…
At this point, Angel had been changed into a white nightgown, chained by her wrists and hung from a meat hook on the ceiling of a back room. She was high enough off the ground to where her feet hovered just above the floor. They buckled her ankles with chains that were bolted into the floor so her legs were spread and she couldn't kick out. The position was extremely uncomfortable as it put strain on all of her muscles but she tried not to focus on that. Instead she stayed quiet as she watched the two men that kept looking at her like a piece of meat.
During her time listening to them talk and bicker, she learned the brother in charge was named Jared, and the other was Lee. As they changed and chained her, they got a little handsy and knocked her around when she fought them but nothing further. Missy, the little girl, stayed in the room watching everything closely.
"She sure is prettier 'en the last." Lee roughly grabbed her face, giving her a light slap when she ripped it out of his grasp, "Pa's gonna have fun. Think he'll let me have a go this time?"
Jared collected her discarded clothes and put them in a duffle bag, "If you don't piss 'em off."
When he started walking out of the room worry filled Angel. They were all crazy psycho paths, including Missy, but she could tell Jared was the one in charge. He was also the one that was the least physical because he was focused on 'saving her for Pa'. Him leaving her alone with Lee set her on edge even more.
Jared turned back to his brother in the doorway, "I'll be right back. Don't do nuthin' to her that's gonna leave a mark."
After he was out of sight, Lee looked to Missy and whipped his head to side. The little girl looked at Angel once more before grinning at her and running out of sight. As he turned around, Angel struggled with her chains to no avail.
"Didn't your boss tell you to stay the hell away from me, Hillbilly Bob?"
"He aint my boss." He grinned sickly, coming to stand so close to her face she could smell his rancid breath, "And as long as I don't leave no bruises on your face, Pa won't care."
Angel angrily whipped her head back and forward so it collided with his face. She ignored the pain in her head, instead focusing on the fact that she busted his nose open.
"Ah!" He grabbed his face as he stumbled back in pain, "You fuckin' bitch! You broke it!"
"Touch me and I swear to God I will burn your nuts off and shove them down your throat you freak!"
Fire blazed in his eyes as he swung his fist back and collided with her face. He nailed her in the cheek and split her face open causing blood to pour down her face. Darkness danced across her vision but she shook it off when she heard loud knocking at the front door.
Angel was about to scream for help when Lee roughly covered her mouth with his bloodied hand and put a blade to her face, "Make a squeak and I cut your tongue out, bitch."
She quited as her eyes flashed to the blade but then kept his glare with a hateful look of her own as she tried to listen to what was happening at the door.
Outside, Kathleen knocked on the front door again, "Hello? Anyone home?" When Missy answered the door and walked outside, Kathleen studied the unwashed and unkempt little girl, "Hi. Who are you?"
Missy walked closer to her and touched the badge on her jacket as she examined it, "Who are you?"
"I'm, uh, I'm Kathleen. I'm a deputy. What's your name?"
"Missy."
"Missy. That's a pretty name." Kathleen nodded as she smiled politely, "Missy, is your mom home?"
"She's dead."
"I'm sorry…" Kathleen frowned, "What about your dad?"
Missy shook her head, "And my new momma is busy with my brother."
"Oh… well, can I come in for a minute? Maybe talk to one of them?" Missy shook her head again before she moved back towards the door, "I just want you to look at a picture." Kathleen took a picture of Sam and Angel smiling together from her pocket and showed it to Missy, "Have you seen these two?" Missy took it, bringing it closer to her face, "Look at that picture." When Missy looked up and smiled wickedly, Kathleen smiled in return, "What?"
"That's gonna hurt."
Kathleen turned around and saw a tall, equally unwashed older man standing behind her. He quickly hit her over the head with a shovel, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Pa put the shovel down and looked to his daughter, "Missy, sweetheart, go tell your brothers I wanna see 'em."
She grinned, "Yes, Daddy."
Back at the sheriff's car…
Dean looked around for something to unlock the handcuffs with before noticing the antenna of the car. He reached for it, but it was just out of reach. In the distance he heard the familiar screech of the pickup truck.
He stretched further, "Son of a bitch."
As the sound of the vehicle neared closer and closer Dean stretched farther out until he could finally grab and unscrew the antenna. When it came loose and fell to the ground, Dean hurriedly picked it up, unlocked his cuffs and hid out of sight.
In the woods, Jared and Lee stopped their truck outside of the gate before getting out and unlocking it. Lees nose was still busted and crooked as they began walking towards the clearing. Once they reached it and saw the squad car they laughed.
Lee whistled, "I've never seen him so angry before."
"We ain't never been followed by the police before." Jared shook his head, "Or maybe it's cause you roughed up his new toy."
Lee scoffed as he unlocked the car with Kathleen's keys, "She broke my nose!"
"Pa'll get 'er back for it."
Back at the house…
Angel's eyes snapped to the door at the sound of another man, "You busted up my son real good, darlin'."
Her eyes ran over his dirty appearance, "Don't any of you know what a shower is?" She grimaced at the sight of his rotting teeth when he walked deeper into the room, "Or a toothbrush for that matter?"
"Lee said you had a mouth." He laughed as he stopped in front of her, "We'll see how smart you are after i'm done with ya."
"You know…" Angel flipped her bloodied hair out of her eyes, "I can appreciate a good slasher fic just as much as the next, but uh… Don't you guys think you're taking this whole Letherface thing a little too far? I mean, it's been done a thousand times chief." She tried to jerk her body from him when his hand slid under her nightgown, "Don't touch me!"
His hand came up and grabbed her around the throat, choking her, "Oh, im gonna do a whole lot more 'in touch ya." His grip tightened painfully, "I'm gon break ya. And when I do? You gon give me a grandson, darlin'."
In the barn…
Kathleen laid unconscious in a cage. She wore only her white shirt and pants now and her hair was down covering her face. As she came too, she groaned and massaged her head.
Sam watched her closely from his cage, "You alright?"
She looked over at the sound of his voice and recognition filled her eyes, "Are you Sam Winchester?"
Surprise filled him, "Yeah."
"Your, uh…" She grimaced as she felt her head again, "Your cousin's looking for you and your sister."
"Thank God." Relief filled him, "Where is he?"
"I, uh- I cuffed him to my car."
Sam sighed heavily just before the door to the barn opened. Dean entered but they couldn't see him. He observed the barn in disgust before coming across Sam in his cage.
"Sam?" He rushed over to the cage as Sam smiled, "Are you hurt?"
He shook his head, "No."
Dean banged on his cage in relief, "Damn, it's good to see you." His eyes traveled around Sam's cage before he turned to look at the other ones, "Where's Angel?"
Before Sam could answer, Kathleen caught Deans attention, "How did you get out of the cuffs?"
Dean turned, "Oh, I know a trick or two." She stared at him in confusion as he turned back to study the locks on Sam's cage, "Alright… Oh, these locks look like they're gonna be a bitch."
Sam pointed to the control panel, "There's some kind of automatic control right there."
As Dean went to check the control panel he panicked, "Angels not in here. Where the hell is she?"
"They took her." Sam looked pained, "They had us in different cages and they had guns. I couldn't stop them."
Anger filled him, "Have you seen 'em?"
"Yeah." He scoffed, "Dude, they're just people."
Shock filled Dean, "And they jumped both of you?" Sam's jaw tensed as Dean raised a brow, "You guys must be gettin' a little rusty there, kiddo." He walked over to the control panel and started trying different buttons, "What do they want?"
"I don't know…" Sam shook his head "They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. Then they took Angel but… it was weird. It wasn't like they wanted to kill her. Because why not do what they did with Jenkins? They wanted her for a reason. None of this makes any sense to me."
"Well, that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy."
"See anything else out there?"
"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car, too."
That caught Kathleen's attention, "Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?"
"Yeah, actually, I did." Sadness rocked through her as she looked away, "Your brother's?" At her nod he frowned, "I'm sorry." He paused before turning back to Sam, "How many we talkin here?"
"Two at least." Sam shook his head, "But i wouldn't doubt there's a different one that runs the show." At the look in his eye Sam shook his head, "Get us out before you run in there guns blazing, Dean. She's been gone for a long time and we dont know whats going on."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." He pointed to the control panel, "This thing takes a key. Where is it?"
Sam frowned, "I don't know."
"Alright, then i gotta go in by myself."
"Hey." Dean stopped and turned around, "Be careful."
"Yeah."