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Chapter 9

Whispers.

Victoria Doyle soon learned that every time she opened her eyes she was injected with more tranquilizer. She could tell she was hooked up to an IV of some sort while sitting in a chair that felt as if it were bolted to the floor. Her wrists and ankles were bound. She attempted to pray, but she knew it would be futile, because wherever she was at was warded. She kept her eyes closed to avoid extra drugs and listened.

There were no supernatural creatures around. She was being held captive by two humans and a copious amount of drugs.

"Why can't he show up here huh?"

"I don't know, I guess he's afraid she'll know."

"I don't get it, she's not so tough. Why is he afraid?"

"Hell, I don't know. I'm just doing my job so I can get paid."

"Yeah, how much longer is this job anyway, huh? We've been here two freaking weeks with this chick, having to put fluids into that creepy IV. It's freakin' weird man."

"Shut up and just do your job. All we have to do is watch her. That's it. With all those drugs, she ain't going nowhere."

Sam Winchester was good at keeping hope. He had hope the first day, the second, the third, and even on the fourteenth day, he still had hope. But everyone around him could tell he wasn't the same. He hadn't shaved the whole time Victoria was missing, he refused to sleep, instead he followed 'leads' that ended up leading nowhere.

Of course they went all the regular routes. Crowley, Ezekiel, Rowena, and it all led to nothing.

Dean had switched to hard liquor the past few days and Sam started joining him more and more.

Jack had something else to feel guilty about and kept going over in his head how to remain calm.

Cas thought about how he had failed every single being.

Mary was worried about all her boys, and her girl.

They all turned when there was a knock at the bunker door.

Cas had his Angel Blade drawn, Dean, Sam, and Mary had their guns, and Jack had his hand out in front of him as Dean went to open the door.

They all looked shocked when a woman who was no more than five feet two inches tall with black hair slicked back into a very tight ponytail walked through the door.

"Well, hello to you too."

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded; gun still drawn.

"I am Agent Brooks, CIA." She showed her badge.

Dean scoffed.

"It's real. Unlike yours."

Agent Brooks walked past him and started descending the stairs. She took a seat at the table.

"Where's Vic?"

Everyone looked at each other before putting away their weapons and sitting down.

"How did you…"

Agent Brooks looked exasperated. "Sam Winchester, I am an operative for the CIA. I have worked with Vic in the past and have been keeping tabs on her ever since. In case I needed her. She's good at her job. And she's cute, so."

Dean furrowed his brow, had a look of understanding, nodded, and looked back at the Agent.

"I tried to contact her this morning. Nothing. Not like her. Traced her phone. Brought me here. So, where is she?"

Sam looked at the table, utterly defeated. "We don't know."

"What routes have you taken to locate her?"

"Angels, Demons, Witch."

Agent Brooks shook her head. "Did you try the police?"

Everyone looked confused.

"No." Dean finally replied.

Agent Brooks walked around the bunker liked she had lived there all her life. It was this sense of command the Winchesters were good at themselves but didn't like in others.

"Thanks, Frank." Agent Brooks put her phone in her pocket. "There were cameras in the parking lot of the farmers' market. Local authorities are sending me the video now."

"I tried to get a look at the footage, there was nothing."

Agent Brooks looked at the unshaven, slightly un-kept man. "Tape gets replaced every night and the footage is on hard copy."

Sam nodded. He was tired.

Dean put his hand on his brothers' shoulder. "We'll get her."

"Hell yeah we will."

Sam sadly snickered at Agent Brook's determination.

Agent Brooks pulled up the video camera footage on Sam's laptop. She kept scanning until she saw a man practically dragging a woman into a car. "Bingo."

Sam swallowed hard when he saw Victoria being shoved into the back of an SUV.

Agent Brooks pulled her phone back out. "Yeah, Frank, I have plates." She waited a few moments before saying, "Yeah, got it, thanks."

"Okay, so that SUV belongs to a rental company in Kentucky. Good news is that it was found abandoned in a forest in Colorado two days ago. My guess is we should start checking out places around there. They couldn't have taken her too far on foot." Agent Brooks looked at Jack and Cas. "I didn't ask too many questions with Vic because I didn't want to know, but I think you two are special, so if you have a way of getting there faster, I'd do that. I'll text you addresses from here as I get them."

Dean and Sam kissed Mary good-bye before going out to the cars.

"Umm, Jack and I will take the Mustang. You and Cas go in your car."

Dean looked sideways at Jack as he was talking to Castiel by the Impala.

"Sam, I don't know, the kid, he's dangerous."

"Dean, his Aunt was kidnapped practically in front of him. He held it together and he did what he needed to do. I trust him."

Dean nodded. "Okay, yeah, you're right. He handled it well, I'll give him that."

"Do we just drive?"

"Yeah, until we get addresses from Agent Scully in there."

Sam sighed and scratched his head. He didn't even reply, he just walked to the 'Stang.

The less Victoria Doyle moved, the less drugs she was given. She could feel herself becoming stronger as she pretended to be asleep. Sometimes she was asleep, and that gave her strength too. She was waiting for them to mess up. They were human, after all, so all she had to do was wait.

She could tell they were playing cards by the sound of shuffling.

"Straight flush."

She heard change being scooted.

"Son of a Bitch!" The other one muttered.

She heard a phone vibrate.

"He'll be here tomorrow."

"No crap?"

"Yeah, so, we can leave this stink hole."

"Thank God."

"Yeah, no joke."

She heard one scoot their chair back and walk towards her. She kept her eyes closed as he grabbed her hair to pull her head up. He got really close to her face and whispered, "We are not gonna have to take care of your dumb, stupid, useless ass anymore, you annoying bitch."

Victoria snapped her eyes open and smiled evilly before sinking her teeth into his neck. He struggled but she wouldn't let go. She bit down as hard as she could and ripped her head back. She spit out the chunk of neck and watched as his hand grasped his throat futility. Blood was spewing and she felt it trickle down her neck. She spit again as she snapped the chains binding her wrists and ankles, she ripped the IV out of her arm as she looked toward the man at the table.

The other man was still sitting in his chair, shocked. He couldn't move. Victoria smiled widely at him, blood escaping her mouth as she did so. The man scrambled to his feet and began to run. Victoria chased after him, eyes glowing.

Before they took off into the woods, Victoria took the phone off the table and shoved it into the pocket of what was left of her pants.

She knew under normal conditions she would easily chase that man down, but the drugs were still in her system and she was not fully herself yet. She stopped her chase when she heard familiar thoughts.

Dean was standing by where the rental car would have been. He heard leaves crunching and drew his gun quickly.

A barefoot, blood-soaked Victoria stood in front of him.

"Dean?"

"Tor?!" Dean put his gun back in his belt. He hugged her.

Instinctively, she pushed him off. Cas steadied him and Dean looked at her.

"What the hell happened, Tor?"

Victoria was struggling to have her wits about her. She felt a little like an animal in a cage. The drugs were wearing off and leaving holes where they once were. She started scratching the holes, drawing blood.

Dean backed up slowly. "Cas?"

Castiel looked helpless. "You know I cannot help her."

"You can heal her sometimes, right?"

Castiel nodded. He slowly approached Victoria. He reached out his hand to touch her forehead. She grabbed it instead, twisting him to the ground. Castiel quickly recovered, grabbed her, pulled her on top of him and wouldn't let go. Victoria struggled as she tried to break free from his grasp. Her eyes were burning as were Castiel's. Victoria eventually succumbed, laying limp with tears streaming down her face in his arms.

Dean's eyes were brimming with tears, but he didn't let them escape.

"What did they do to her?"

"I can attempt to find out."

Dean shook his head. "No, when she's better, she'll tell us if she wants."

Cas nodded.

"I gotta call Sam." Dean got his phone out of his pocket.

"Dean."

Dean looked toward his friend who was still on the ground. "What?"

"I don't think Victoria would enjoy Sam seeing her like this. I will take her to her apartment, clean her, everyone can meet there, later. After I call."

Dean reluctantly agreed.

Victoria Doyle woke to Castiel sitting beside her bed. She was in her pajamas and everything smelled clean. She closed her eyes again, assuming this was some drug-induced dream.

Castiel placed one of his hands on top of hers. She opened her eyes again. He smiled at her.

"You're home, and safe Victoria."

She turned to face him. Everything was spinning. Cas handed her a glass and four aspirin.

She swallowed them painfully. She rubbed her throat and wondered why it tasted metallic.

"How?"

Cas looked down at his hands. "You escaped. We found you in the woods, I brought you home."

"How did I escape?" It all came rushing back to her.

"Oh no." She swallowed, the metallic taste still there. "I ripped out a man's throat with my teeth." She started to dry heave.

Cas gently pushed her back down. "It's okay. You did what you had to do."

"Did Sam see?"

Cas shook his head. "No, just me and Dean."

Victoria shut her eyes, then suddenly opened them. "Did I attack you?!"

Cas shook his head. "No." He paused as he looked at her uncertain face. "Everyone is downstairs waiting for you, if you feel up to seeing them."

Victoria nodded. She could still feel the holes, but they weren't as prevalent.

Jack's face lit up when he saw his Aunt. He hugged her tightly. She tried to return the embrace just as warmly, but it felt as if something in her had been extinguished. She was happy to see him, at least she thought she was, but something was missing.

Sam scanned her eyes before touching her. He could tell something was 'off'. "Hey, Tor."

"Sam." She barely whimpered.

"It's okay."

"I don't know what's wrong."

Sam smiled sadly. "It's okay."

"I killed someone."

Sam wanted to hug her. He wanted to make it all better, but he could tell she wasn't ready for that. "It's okay."

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He went outside and Cas followed him.

"Dammit, Cas."

"Dean, it will just take time."

"What the hell happened to her in there? She's a freaking Chosen One, she can snap and angels explode. And a human, a human does whatever this is to her? She attacked you, Cas."

"There is a great deal of magic in her. Along with regular human tranquilizers. A great deal of them, I might add. Whatever is behind this knew what it was doing." Cas handed Dean the phone. "She had this on her." Cas squinted, "I think it belonged to the one she killed."

Dean tried unlocking it. "Son of a Bitch!"

"I already attempted that, Dean. I thought we might give it to Agent Brooks."

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, good idea. I'll uh, call her."

"I enjoyed it."

Sam looked over at Victoria with a gentle questioning glance.

"Killing him."

Sam put his hand on her side. "Is this okay?"

Victoria nodded.

"You escaped, Tor. You had to."

"I wanted to kill the other one."

Sam didn't know there were more than one. "What?"

"The other one. I chased him down like some rabid animal, until I heard Castiel in the woods. It distracted me."

Sam Winchester decided to plan a hunt of his own.

"I think something they gave me made me wrong."

"Wrong?"

Victoria nodded. "I don't feel anything. Like this." She put her hand on top of Sam's on her side. "This is fine, but it doesn't offer me comfort. It used to. I said it was okay because I knew it gave you comfort."

Sam closed his eyes in emotional pain, he tried to brush it off. "You're perfect the way you are. But, Cas said there was some magic in you he was trying to sort through. That may be what it is."

Victoria nodded. "I hope so. You made me feel warm. Sam, I've been cold ever since."

Dean didn't want to agree to let Sam sleep in the same room as Victoria, but he could not be dissuaded. Dean understood, he would have been the same way. But, as a safety measure, he asked Cas if he could go all 'incognito' and stay with them. Of course, Cas agreed.

Castiel leaned back in his chair as he watched Victoria. He closed his eyes as he realized what the magic coursing through her veins was doing.