Part 7 Chris's POV

Kira came back after CJ got bored with slapping me about. My cheeks were flushed and stinging as if I had been attack by a swarm of bees, my right eye was bruised and beginning to swell. Kira's heels clicked in a slow paced manner as my head sagged forward. Kira giggled and tickled me under the chin as if I was a baby.

I'd bite ya if I didn't have this gag on!

She smoothed down my messy waves, and began brushing her fingers across my facial features, studying them intently. Then suddenly her train of thought was disturbed by a soft but prominent noise.

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea…"

What the hell is making that noise? Wait a sec? That's my cell phone!

Kira grabbed my chin with her fingers and squeezed hard, glaring at me with a sense of fury but with a flicker of mischief. Clearly she didn't count of me having a device that others could contact me on. In a flash she had fished out my cell phone from my jeans pocket.

"This is the brat Winchester's captor speaking," Kira announced brightly. "How may I direct this call?"

A large devious grin spread across her lips as she waited on an answer from the other end. I knew who it was. There was no doubt.

"Just a moment" said Kira.

Marching over with the cell in her hand she ripped of the duck tape from my mouth. I reacted with a wince.

Ouch

Holding the cell to my ear, Kira nodded for me to speak. With a cracked voice made dry because of the duck tape I found it hard to find my voice. After licking my lips to regain lost moisture, I leaned into the cell phone.

"Dean?," I squeaked. "Is that you?"

At that point my bottom lip began to tremble with emotion and tears filled my eyes. It was my brother on the other end of the line, the brother I forever teased, pestered and most important of all, loved with all my heart. My hour of need was now and if I knew my brother, he would venture to hell and back again just to rescue me from danger. For I would do the very same in return.

"Chrissie!," came my brother's panic stricken voice. "Thank God it's you!"

Big fat tear drops spurted down my scarlet cheeks at the sound of my brother's voice as it gave me a sense of comfort. With convulsing shoulders and my speech being broken by sobs, I spoke again:

"I-I-It's m-m-my fault, I-I-I b-broke the salt l-l-l-line. I w-w-was s-stupid t-to open t-t-the d-door."

Kira abruptly took the cell from my reach and began talking to Dean herself. She raised her eyebrows in astonishment and delight as she was bombarded with verbal abuse and death threats. I wept to myself.

Kira cackled and threw her head back. It was an malicious laugh that sent chills throughout the shadows.

"You can call me names all you want sweetheart," she taunted wickedly. "But it won't help your sister."

There was a pause.

"If you want your precious baby sister, why don't you come and get her then. Meet us at the harbour boathouse in an hour. Come unarmed."

Another pause. Kira then placed the cell to my ear again. I had to gulp once or twice to compose myself.

"Please hurry," I begged, my face crumpling. "I'm frightened and I wanna go home."

Yeah. I was spilling my guts like some baby but it wasn't often I was vocal like this about my inner feelings. It was like I had aged backwards and back into my four year old self. Full of wide eyed innocence and naivety, dressed in scabby overalls, battered mary-janes with a bumblebee clip in my mad hair.

"We're comin' for you baby girl," replied Dean. "Just hang on, and give those sonsabitches a piece of your mind. Hell, even bite them with your lil' monkey teeth."

I croaked out a broken laugh. Typical, adding humour to a bad situation.

He continued.

"Remember one thing. As much as you bug the hell outta me sometimes and I wanna lock you in the Impala trunk. I love you. Never forget that."

Beep.

Head slumped into my chest, tears still falling, Kira slid my cell back into my pocket and gave me a sharp slap across the face once she had done so. She then left me. Alone in the dark, shivering with misery and fear. All I could do was hold on. I had to. I needed to.

To be continued…..

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P.S

(to all those gripped by this story I'm calling on your help and advice. How do you think Chris's rescue should be planned out. What should the action/fight sequences be like. Should it be a trap and Dean falls into it, leaving John to save his two children? Where has the demon from part 2/3 gone? Or where should it go?

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