Chapter 12

Alison moved the curtain back and peered outside, she saw Dean by his car, a beer bottle on the roof of it and he had his back leaned against the side of the car while he stared off into space. "I feel so bad for him…" she said, glancing at Sam who sat on his bed, the laptop in front of him. "Summer has been gone for nearly three months… it has taken a toll on him."

Sam sighed and met her gaze. "It really has. He's been—"

"Different."

He nodded. "Yeah. Since she was taken, he really has been different and I'm honestly worried about him."

Alison walked over to him and sat down on the bed beside him. "I'm worried too, Sam. He loved… loves her and the baby… it would be hard for him, we knew that the moment she was kidnapped…"

"Yeah," Sam sighed again. "We have looked for so long and we haven't found one clue that could help us find her. I'm starting to think we might never find her…"

"Don't let Dean hear you say that. He might decide to take his anger and whatever emotions he has kept to himself, out on you with a few punches, like that wall…" she pointed to the wall next to the bathroom.

"True," Sam agreed. "Do you… do you think she's still alive?"

"I hope so," she said quietly as she lied down on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling. "'Cause if not, we better keep away from Dean, he might lose it."

"No doubt about it."

They kept quiet for a couple of minutes until the sound of the Impala roaring to life broke the silence between them, Alison stood up and walked to the window again and looked outside. "Dean's leaving."

"Just like the last two nights," Sam sighed.

"Where do you think he goes?" she asked while she watched Dean drive away.

"I have no clue."

The door to the drivers' side of the Impala creaked open, Dean climbed out, pushing the door shut before he made his way forward, to the front of the car, the lights shone upon him, making the light cast shadows ahead of him. He sighed and stood in front of her old house. His eyes fell upon the broken window Summer had smashed the last time he was here with her. The piece of wood she had used was still lying on the ground. He bent down and grabbed it, holding it tightly in his hands. His jaw tightened, and his arms went to one side before he lowered them back down, the piece of wood hitting the building over and over again until he dropped it as he fell to his knees. His body shook with the sobs that carried throughout the quiet night. "Come back to me…" he said barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath a few minutes later while he stood back up. "I'm going to find you. I'm going to find you if it's the last thing I do." He turned back around and headed back to his car. Once inside, he drove away from the property and back to the motel.

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"Why won't you let me go? You never gave them a hint where I am. What're you waiting for?" Summer asked the demon, he now looked like someone else instead of her father.

"I decided to keep you longer," he replied.

"Why? What do you want with me?" she asked, her eyes followed him while he walked back and forth the room, his arms crossed. He looked as if he was thinking, deciding on something. Her eyes went wide a moment later. "It's not me you want, is it? It's my child. You're waiting for the baby to be born."

He stopped pacing and looked at her. "Smart girl."

"You won't go near my baby. You'll have to get through me first," she said seriously. "Dean will save us before you get the chance to lay one finger—" Before she had the chance to finish her sentence, his hand gripped her throat, tightening every few seconds until he kept it at a certain pressure against her throat.

"Never say his name again. If you do, I swear I will kill you," he said through gritted teeth.

"Then go ahead," she said as best as she could.

"Don't temp me," his grip tightened against her throat, showing her he wouldn't hesitant to kill her.

"You're supposed to be able to hurt someone by just looking at them… why choke me?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, his jaw tightened. "I don't want to waste my power on you."

She coughed when he released his grip on her. She watched as he stepped away from her.

"Next time you temp me, I promise I'll kill you, right along with that child," he said before he walked out of the room.

She continued to cough, trying to catch her breath. "Guys, you better find me…"

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"Dean, we will find her," Alison said to him the next morning. "We won't give up on her."

Dean sat on his bed and bent forward a little his elbows leaned against his knees while his hands covered his face. "I swear when I see her father again, I'm goin' to kill him."

"What if it wasn't actually him?" Sam said. "I know you were in the room with him before you left, but what if it wasn't actually him?"

"You mean like it was him but it wasn't the real Rick?" Alison asked.

"That's exactly what I mean. Think about it. I don't see him kidnapping his own daughter. He doesn't need to do that."

"Sam has a point," Alison said. "I don't think Rick would kidnap her."

Dean lifted his head up and looked at them both. "Are you thinking shape-shifter?"

"I don't know, maybe," Sam shrugged.

"If it was a shape-shifter, why kidnap her?" Alison asked.

"Maybe—" Sam started to say but Dean's cell phone interrupted him.

Dean pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and answered it. "Hello?" His eyes went wide with surprise a moment later.