Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. Neither does the Metallicar. If they did, they wouldn't drive around as often as they do and that car would be a lot dirtier. Maybe if I do really well in my exam block, I'll get them as a reward.
Author's Note: I can't really think of anything to say. Only happy Easter for all that celebrate it and I'm not putting up the rating. You'll understand once you read. Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to that song that gave me the idea. Whoo!!! Fall Out Boy rocks!!! We want Roy! lol :P
"Aren't you a pretty one."
The comment terrifies Ella even more. Knowing if she wants to get out of this, without anything major happening to her, she has to do some quick thinking, so she puts on a huge smile.
"Thanks. I try. Though, I haven't had a bath in God knows how long."
Ella knows that he won't fall for that, but she just has to stall long enough to think of what she can do.
"Nice try kitten, but it would take someone with a lot less brains then me to fall for that one. Now put down the bag."
"No, I don't think I will. I quite like my gun."
The guy just laughs.
"You just don't get it do you? You can either put the bag down of your own accord or it will be taken forcibly." He takes a step toward Ella, as do all of the others that surround her, leaving her with nowhere to go, except into the arms of one of the waiting men, if you could call them that. "It's your choice kitten." He takes another step forward to accentuate the point. Now the space between them was just under an arms length.
Ella makes a split second decision and swings her bag at the guy. He grabs it as it comes towards him and yanks it from her grasp. Ella's cool exterior breaks and she starts to visibly shake. The guy just smiles evilly.
"There's no one here to help you, kitten."
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Dean rounds the corner and sees Ella and a man in the middle of a circle, and he's pointing a knife at her. He sees Ella swing her bag at him. The guy catches it and yanks it from her grasp. Dean sees Ella start to shake. He can't see the guy's face but he can tell his expression when he says the next statement.
"There's no one here to help you, kitten."
Enraged, Dean looks round for a weapon.
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Fully clothed and stepping out of the bathroom, Sam looks at his phone. He sees a missed call from Dean, so he calls his brother, but there's no answer.
"Hey, this is Dean Winchester…" Sam hangs up the phone before the recorded message can finish.
"Dean never lets his phone ring out like that." Sam gets a gun and tucks it into his pants before stepping out and going to find Ella, who, hopefully, is with Dean. Even though he hates the thought, but he would hate it more if something happened to either of them.
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As soon as the stranger began to close the gap between them, Ella did the only thing natural to do, turn around and run, but she forgot there was someone there. She ran into him and he pushed her backwards, into the arms of the waiting psycho. He starts to search Ella, as she starts to struggle.
"Get off me you sick fuck!" Ella screeches as he starts to go even lower.
"Look what I found." He says, as he reaches into her pocket. "A cell phone."
He pulls out her cell and looks at it. "Guess you won't need that any more." He tosses it away and luckily it lands on her bag.
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Sam runs towards where he saw Ella disappear to. He soon sees Dean and runs up to him.
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Dean was about to start towards the group, without a weapon, when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around.
"Hey Dean, what's…?" Dean shushes Sam as his younger brother comes towards him. Dean merely motions towards the circle and it takes about three seconds for Sam to realise what's going on.
"What are we going to do?"
"Well, I was just going to walk up to them and start punching their lights out."
"No Dean. Not while he has Ella and a knife. There's got to be another way."
"There's not, we don't have a weapon and no plan so we just go there and wing it."
"Don't just assume everyone is as unprepared as you, Dean. It makes an ass out of both you and me." Sam pulls out his gun. Dean smiles at him.
"That's my boy." Dean says, scuffing up Sam's hair and grabbing the gun from him.
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He puts the knife to Ella's neck. "Stop struggling or I'll slit your throat from ear to ear." Ella stops instantly. "That's more like it. Now, you're going to do everything I say because that threat still stands and it's not empty. So, where's your room?"
"No way am I telling you that you fucking bastard. You could be some kind of freak."
"In case you haven't noticed, I am." He says in a deadly whisper, which makes Ella's blood run cold. He presses the blade to her neck. Ella moves just a little and gets cut. A drop of blood runs down her neck. "Now, I'll ask you nicely one more time, where's your room?"
"And I'll tell you one more time, I'm not telling you." Ella scratches him, trying to remove the blade from her neck.
He hisses. "The kitten has claws. Just for that, there's an alley over there." He starts to drag her towards the alley.
"Hey boss, there are a couple of guys down there. I think they're coming for her." A goon warned.
"Sam and Dean." Ella whispers softly, so her captor doesn't hear. Unfortunately he does.
"Keep them busy. Kill them if you want to." Ella gasps in horror as her kidnapper just smiles. "I only need a couple of minutes."
"Well, that doesn't say much for you, does it?" Ella quickly quips, not caring what happens to her.
"Scratch that, kill them and then come join me."
Ella's eyes widen in horror as she gets dragged into the alley. "Sam! Dean! Go! Don't worry about me!"
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Sam and Dean hear Ella's yell, her warning, but they don't go. They keep running towards the gang, they have a plan, and they are going to stick to it. Dean has the gun, so he's going to go rescue Ella and Sam's going to keep the goons busy. That's the plan anyway, but when does anything they do go to plan? Tonight isn't any different. Sam goes and gets stuck straight into the goons and Dean runs around them, getting to the alley where he saw that piece of shit drag Ella into, until one of the followers see him and tackle him, knocking the gun out of his hands. The henchman then throws Dean with inhuman strength and then goes back into the struggle. Dean soon joins once he has his wits back about him. All he can think about is saving Ella and helping Sam. Dean goes to the fight, because he decides that it's better to have two people to save Ella when her captor has a knife and they have nothing, because he can't seem to find the gun. The odds were 10 to 2, not very fair but 5 each and that's how they split up. Dean has his group and Sam has his. Then the first punches are thrown.
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Ten minutes later, all the goons are knocked out, Sam has two black eyes and Dean has a blood lip and a broken nose. They head off to the alley. What they don't see is little clouds of black disappearing into the night. When they get to the alley, they find Ella standing over the guy who threatened her. They just look at her.
"What? This bitch bites. Stop looking at me like that."
Dean's the first to move. "Are you okay?" He walks towards Ella.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Nobody puts baby in a corner."
Sam then walks over to the guy to check his pulse. "Well, he's still alive. What did you do?"
"I don't know. I kind of just went berserk because I thought you guys were going to die."
"Don't be stupid. We would never die, especially if you're in trouble." Dean reassures her. "Oh, and you have a cut on your neck."
Ella puts her hand up to her neck to check it out. "Oh, that. Yeah, I got a little too friendly with the blade." Ella smiles.
"We should go now, get some rest." Sam says as he stands up from his kneeling position.
"Yeah, you guys are right. I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. Get you a drink for risking your necks for me."
"Not so fast. Don't think I'm going to let you walk to your room by yourself now, not after what just happened. Sam, you go back to the room, I'll meet you there after I walk Ella back to her room."
"Okay, this time it is just around the corner, so I can walk myself."
"Not a chance, I'm going with you and that's final."
"Okay, either way, I'm going back to the room. See you there Dean."
"Yeah Sam, see you." As Sam walks away, Dean turns back to Ella. "I'm going with you and that's final."
"Fine!" She starts to walk away.
"Good!" Dean says as he catches up.
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The walk back to Ella's room is quiet and tense. Then she stops.
"This is it. Listen, thanks for tonight, but I didn't need your help."
"Don't mention it. It's not like we actually did that much."
"Trust me, you did more then you realise. Anyway, do you want to come in? I mean, it's getting cold so you could have a coffee or something. You don't have to if you don't want to. You could always…"
Dean cuts her off. "I would love to."
Author's Note: Like I said. Rating no go up. Anyway, I don't do this for reviews, but come on guys; just one this chapter would be nice. Please. begs