(The beginning takes place before Sam wakes up)

Chapter 6:

Dean paced nervously around in his room, unsure of what to do next, how to get his baby brother back.

"Fuck, why did I have to screw her tonight? Why does Sammy have to be a trouble magnet? I should have taken better care of the kid, how am I going to find him?" Dean thought. He was really beating himself up he needed Sam.

"Dean." Came a female voice, Dean turned around to discover he was alone in the dingy motel room, maybe it was his imagination, man, Sam's gone a few hours and he's already hearing voices.

"Dean, you are not imagining me, listen, I haven't got much time and power so just speak only when spoken to. My name is Kate, I've got certain... abilities, last night, I met your brother, Sam. Some people, a cult, they took us to this warehouse, I don't know where, but it's close, or I wouldn't be able to talk to you. I need you to look for any warehouses in the area..."

"Kate. Kate? Hello!? HELLOOOO!?!?!?!" shit, what happened to that girl? She sounded kinda hot, dammit Dean, thoughts on Sammy

Dean felt this a little suspicious but he was desperate, and he heard desperation in the girls voice, our thoughts. But he needed his brother back and this girl was his one shot to do it. He pulled out Sam's bag and emptied it; it should have been there, unless Sam had it with him when they took him.

There it was! The map that Sam picked up, that geek-boy did come in handy sometimes, even when he was currently un-available. Dean hurried through the map; find the motel, then quickly and carefully looking around the area, careful process of elimination should lead him to Sam.

Sam used his dwindling strength thrashing against his shackles, one of the henchmen backhanded him, and he tasted blood. He lazily turned his head towards the small young woman beside him, half her face a caked in blood from her piercing being...taken, and she was licking blood off her newly split lip.

"You bitch slapped me, like a girl!" She smiled in a mischievous way.

So much like Dean, just crazier Sam thought, if they made it out alive, he would like her number.

That comment earned her another slap, which just made her giggle. The henchman named "Brad" smirked as he menacingly raised a sharp, curved dagger, her tore away Sam's shirt, and then Kate's. Good thing I decided to wear a bra today That thought made her laugh out loud, which made the dagger cut just beside her navel.

He turned to her back and began to carefully carve into her back, she wouldn't cry out but she was breathing heavily and whimpering a little. The dagger wasn't going in deep, but enough to bleed, and to hurt like a bitch.

Once he finished, he did the same to Sam; he cut inverted pentagrams into their backs. After he was done, another henchman brought out a black jar and walked right in front to Kate, who stood defiant. He opened the jar and a black mist floated out and poured into her mouth, as she thrashed and screamed, she shut her eyes as tight as she could, when she opened them, they weren't their usual blue-grey color, but black, which had an eerie effect on the pale girl.

She started thrashing around in her chains, she'd done it enough before so that blood was running down her skinny arms, she gave them a final tug and they ripped out of the ceiling.

TBC

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