Chapter 11

Dean stepped inside the room Summer was in, and he pushed the door shut before he turned around. He saw her standing by one of the beds, muttering words no child should hear. "Are you ok?" he asked stepping toward her.

She turned and faced him. He noticed she looked angry, and he thought he saw a hint of sadness on her face "How the hell can he show up after all these years and try to see me? He didn't give a rat's ass about me for five years. Now, out of the blue he wants to see me. If he really thinks, or thought I'm going to greet him with open arms, he's got another thing coming."

"I understand you're angry—"

"Try pissed."

"Ok. You're pissed. I get it. But shouldn't you be at least a little happy that your father is here to see you?"

"Are you kidding me? That man is no longer my father. He hasn't been my father since the moment he left. I couldn't careless if he wanted to see me. He didn't bother to try to be part of my life, so why should I be happy he is here now. For all I care, he can go back to where ever the hell he came from and leave me alone."

"You don't mean that," he said now standing in front of her, he reached out and gripped her hands in his own while he locked his eyes with hers.

"I mean every word," she told him. "Don't stand there and tell me you wouldn't feel the same way if John did that to you or Sam. You'd both feel pissed and wouldn't want anything to do with him."

Dean sighed. He wished she didn't bring his dad into this. "Maybe… but Summer… besides your Aunt, he's the only family member you have left, as far as I know, anyway. I don't appreciate the fact he did this to you. I'd give him a piece of my mind if—"

"Be my guest. Hell, hit him for all I care," she said, showing she didn't care what she was saying.

Dean chuckled a little as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him while he set his chin on the top of her head. "I'm sure you would enjoy that. I won't, though." He heard her sigh. "If I thought he wasn't worth it, I would say let's leave and have him be in the rearview mirror, but, I'm not goin' to say that. You need to talk to him and try to get things squared away. Work things out. Not just for me, but our baby's sake. This baby needs a grandfather in her life. She won't be able to see her grandmother, so she can at least see her grandfather."

Summer sighed again. She buried her face into his chest, not wanting to lift her head up. She knew he was right, even though she didn't want him to be. "You suck, you know that."

"Hey, now… why are you sayin' that?" he asked stepping back a little so he can look at her.

"'Cause I hate the fact you're right."

He laughed and kissed her forehead. "I hope you don't think I suck all the time?"

She laughed and kissed him. "No, not all the time, only when you're right. Be glad you don't suck any other times, like, let's say, in bed," she said with a wink.

"Good to know," he winked back.

The door opened, which caused them to turn around to see who was standing in the doorway.

"Can I speak with my daughter, alone please?" Rick asked Dean, his eyes upon Summer the whole time.

"Sure," Dean nodded. He looked at her and leaned in, his mouth next to her ear. "Give him a chance…" he whispered before he walked away and out of the room.

"I know I'm not your favorite person right now—" Rick started as he stepped toward her.

"Ya think?" she interrupted him. She sat down on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I don't blame you for hating me. I'd hate me too," he said as he took a seat across from the bed. "I just hope you can forgive me…"

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The others stayed in Alison's room while they let Summer and her father talk.

"I hope they work things out," Alison said.

"Me too," Sam said.

"She really hates him," Dean said looking at them from his seat at the small table. "Hell, she wanted me to actually hit him."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Seriously," Dean nodded.

"I can see how she'd hate him," Alison said. "Her father leaves her and her mom for another girl. He stays away for years and then suddenly shows up. I'd feel the same way, no doubt."

"I would too, probably," Sam agreed.

They sat in silence for a short bit until a sound from the next room broke that silence.

"I don't like the sound of that…" Alison said while she stood up, and they went to see what the sound was.

They reached the room Summer and Rick were in, but then they got there, nobody was in the room. The door was wide open, and they saw a broken lamp lying on the floor next to the bed Summer had been sitting on.

Sam and Alison glanced at each other before they glanced at Dean who looked like he was ready to freak at any moment…

"He's a dead man!" Dean said, the anger already showing through his voice. "When I find him, I'm goin' to make sure he wishes he never had met me."

Alison and Sam watched as Dean headed to the next room. They followed, and watched him look through the duffel bag that held a few of their weapons.

"Dean…" Sam walked to him and placed a hand on his arm when he saw him holding a pistol. "Don't."

Dean pushed Sam's hand away and narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't tell me what I can't do. That son of a bitch just kidnapped my girlfriend…my pregnant girlfriend. Don't tell me what to do when we both know you'd do the same thing if it was someone you love."

"Let's just think about this, ok?" Sam said. "Maybe it wasn't Rick."

"Do you honestly believe that?" Alison asked. "Rick was alone with her. A couple minutes later, they are both missing. There's a broken lamp as if there was a struggle."

Sam nodded. "You're right," he reached inside the bag and pulled out his own pistol. "Let's do this."

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"Mm…" Summer slowly opened her eyes. The room was dark except for the dim ceiling light, and the floor seemed cold to her skin. She sat up only to realize she was tied to a post. Her legs were tied together, and the rope's tied to something that was built into the floor. She looked around, trying to take in her surroundings.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake…"

Her head snapped to the right and saw a man standing in the shadow by a door. Her mind suddenly remembered what happened and she felt anger build up within her. "Dad, why are you doing this?"

Her father walked toward her. The light from the ceiling, the only light that lit up the room shone on him. He grinned. "Isn't it obvious?" he stepped even closer to her, and for the first time, she saw him clearly. She gasped. "You…"

"That's right, darling. Me," he grinned some more. His yellow eyes locked with hers. "You're in for one hell of a ride…"

Summer started at him, fear crept up within her, and she knew he knew she was scared from the way he kept on grinning. "What do you want?" she asked, trying not to let her show fear through her voice.

"A lot," he told her. He reached behind him and pulled a knife out, and then leaned toward her after he got to his knees. "You see… you are here for a few reasons…" he brought the knife to her left arm and let the tip of the blade touch her arm. "One… to get revenge for my children…" he pressed the tip into her arm as he slid it downward, cutting through her skin. He grinned once again when he saw her bite her lower lip. "Two… to be properly introduced…" he brought the knife to her other arm and did the same thing. "Three… to hurt you just to show the Winchesters I mean business…" he then brought the knife to her throat. "And last but not least… you're bait. I'm going to give those boys a hint in finding you. When they do, they'll find you sitting here, and you'll be dead. Throat slit. And then, they'll die a slow and painful death."

"They'll never fall for it. They'll know it's a trap."

"Don't be so sure. You and I both know Dean would do anything to get you back. Even risk his own life," he said lowering his arm and set the knife down on the paved floor. "You and this baby mean more to him than anything. I know this for a fact. He would do anything to protect you. And you know what? When he finds you here… your death will kill him. He wouldn't want to go on with life knowing you both are gone forever. He wouldn't want to live."

"You got one thing wrong."

"Oh? Well, then, enlighten me."

"The only one who will be gone forever will be you."

He laughed. "Now look who's wrong…" he grabbed the knife again. "Don't be so sure about that," he stood up and looked down at her. "I'm going to save the rest of the cutting for later when it's more convenient… enjoy your life while it lasts," he grinned and then walked out of the room, shutting the light off in the progress, which caused the room to become pitch black.

Summer leaned her head against the post. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Dean… " she whispered.