Katie's POV
I hit the ground hard. Hannah has been kicking my ass for a straight hour. When I told her to train me this is not what I had planned. I could imagine training with that man candy, Dean. His body wrestling with mine...I better stop.
"At least try to defend yourself.", Hannah sighed.
"I'm trying! This isn't a piece of pie.", I yelled.
"What did you say?", she snorted.
"I'm trying?", I narrowed my eyes at her.
"No I know you are, but the piece of pie thing. Don't you mean cake?", her laughed boomed.
"Pie is better than cake. I know what I meant.", I hit her arm.
"Whatever. Hands up.", she ordered.
Her fist almost connected with my face when a loud boom came from outside. The darkness only added to the eeriness. Hannah stopped all motions and the color drained from her face. My body tensed at her reaction, and I started to freak out.
"Hannah what was that?", I gulped and hid behind her like she's a human shield.
"Maybe the wind.", she looked concentrated.
The noise came from the other side of the building this time.
"Hannah!", I screeched.
"Calm down, go up the stairs, and wait for me.", I could hear her voice, but it was like she wasn't even talking. I bolted to the stairs, and turned around to see her walking to the back of the bar. She reached for her gun from the hind of her jeans. Finger on the trigger she opened the door quickly and screamed.
It had been hours since I've heard from Hannah, and the sun is starting to rise. I've been crouched in this corner clutching my father's shotgun, and staring at the door. I heard footsteps coming towards my room. I cocked the gun ready for whatever came through. The door creaked open slowly, and two figures came into view. Sam andDean stared at me, Sam with concern andDean with amusement.
"Katie lower the gun please it's pointed towards the family jewels, and I'm a bit uncomfortable." Dean joked.
"I-uh did you..." I couldn't ask the question that has been on my mind for hours.
"Did we what?" Sam asked.
"Find Hannah. Did you find her down there?" I swallowed hard.
"The place was empty. Why?" Sam's voice rose an octave.
"Last night we heard noises, Hannah told me to go upstairs, then I heard her scream. So I grabbed this and waited up here for her...or whatever is terrorizing our bar." A few tears slipped down my face as I thought of Hannah. Where could she be? Is she hurt? My mind wouldn't slow down.
Sam walked out of the room, and a loud breaking sound echoed from the hallway. He's going to fix the wall if there is a hole. My dad worked too hard to keep this place up and some moose looking giant isn't going to change that.
I ran my hands through my hair. A set of warm muscular arms wrapped around me. I didn't have to guess it was Dean.
"Did that thing take her?" I looked into his green hazel eyes.
"Unless she fled town, then it appears that it did. Look Katie," his calloused hands cupped my face, "for us to find her I need to know what time you last saw her. The window isn't big for her safety." He stroked my cheek.
My emotions were everywhere from crying to blushing in a matter of seconds.
"I want to say eight."
Hannah's POV
My head was throbbing when I woke up. I didn't dare open my eyes. I knew where I was at. That was no windigo taking those men. The stench of rotting flesh plagued my nose. I looked around for the source. In the left corner was a heaping pile of bodies. I cringed. This room is dark and damp, with only cracks of light from the ceiling, and a rusted metal door.
The door slowly opened.
"Wakey wakey!" A high pitched voice squeaked.
"I should've known it was you." I sighed sitting up.
"I told you I would find you, and now no one will ever find you. Unless I want them to." She laughed, "Dinner is at six sharp. Put those clothes on, and do not be late." She slammed the metal door behind her.