Ch.6

The three men stood over the witch, deciding what they wanted to do with her.

"Kill her!" Dean said angrily

"No." Sam argued, and sighed when he was met with a look of confusion. "Look Dean, we don't want to kill her yet. We need answers and we sure as hell are not going to get them if she's dead."

Castiel, who stood off to the side of the witch, nodded. "He's right Dean. We need her, at least for now."

Dean sighed, and looked down at the witch then back to his brothers-in-arms. "Well then, I get to do the questioning."

"Dean-" Sam started protesting

"No, Sammy this is not debatable. I've seen what she can do, and I fully intend and I fully intend for her to learn what happens when you mess with my family," Dean growled. "Yes, you too, Cas" he added offhand, throwing him a quick smirk before returning his glare to the witch. He didn't notice the worried look that Sam and Cas shared.

As she began to stir, Kristen began to notice the things that were going on around her. Like the three giant men glaring down at her and the fact that she was tied to a chair. She studied each of their expressions before returning her gaze to the bindings that were restraining her limbs. Kristen glared at the thick ropes that kept her arms tied to the arms of the chair. Below her, she could feel the rope, binding her ankles together beginning to chaff against her skin

"Well, look who finally decided to join the party," said a playful voice. The face on the eldest Winchester was anything but playful: it was downright terrifying. "Hope you don't mind that we helped ourselves to your kitchen." He shifted his stance to show her coffee table. Her glass topped coffee table was lined with several shiny objects. Upon closer inspection, Kristen recognized familiar shapes. She saw several knives, a vial of an unidentified liquid, and a hot plate? Why did they..? Oh no.

Dean saw the light bulb go off in the witch's head when she saw all of his instruments. He smiled manically. Sam gave him a look. Dean returned it: they went over this already. Cas glanced briefly in his direction before continuing his scrutinizing glare at the witch.

"You're going to answer our questions. Nice and clearly. Now, Sam here is going to take this rag out of your mouth. Don't bother to scream. It won't help you anyway." Dean said casually as he began inspecting his new tools.

Sam stepped forward and removed the gag that was in Kristen's mouth.

"There. Did you call Abaddon?" Sam asked

The redhead said nothing. Sam raised an eyebrow, and leaned down to the witch and whispered, "If you don't say something, my brother is going to bring out his dark side. It's not something that I can pull him back from easily. I'd suggest for your sake, you better answer the questions. I'm sorry."

She kept mum.

Dean picked up a steak knife and looked at it appreciatively, then back to the woman that was bound in front of him.

"This isn't quite what I'm used to but I guess I'll have to make do" as he took a step toward her, "if there was one thing I was while I was in the pit under Alastair, it was creative."

Sam diverted his eyes as his brother made the poor girl scream out.

"Ok! I called Abaddon." She choked out.

Dean nodded as he stepped away from her.

You know you don't need to make her feel physical pain in order to make her talk.

Dean growled, Kristen looked fearfully at him. Sam and Castiel both looked at him puzzled. With his back towards Kristen he subtly gestured to his head and arm, hoping to send the correct message across to his brother and his comrade.

Probably not, but it's the quickest way to make her talk.

Yes, but it's also the more costing on you as well.

What do you mean, costing on me? I'm fine I used to tor-

Torture people in hell, yes I know. Touchy subject, I'm afraid. It's wearing you out mentally, I can feel it. You may have enjoyed this while you were in hell, but not anymore. You don't like drawing out blood like this.

Maybe not, but what other choice do I have?

Did you try threating her?

Dean looked back at his hostage who was still staring at him but not with fear anymore, he sighed. Yes.

Did that work?

Oh yes. She sang like a bird, that's why I'm resorting to this now.

Well, no need to get snippy with me boy.

Why are you wondering if you can watch what happens anyway?

I want you to figure it out yourself.

Figure out what?

My, my you really aren't the sharpest pencil on the desk.

Get to the point Cain. I'm a little tied up here.

Try a different way. Instead of using a knife and carving out some answers. Try a different way.

Like What?!

Try using the Mark. Add a bit of power to your voice.

And if that doesn't work?

Then you can make her endure the worst pain she has ever felt, in one simple touch.

Like an angel can?

No, an angel can simply snap its fingers. You have to physically touch the person. But you must think of the worst pain you have ever felt, when you touch her.

Dean turned around to face his hostage again. "Tell me where is she."

"No" she said as she jutted out her chin.

Dean shook his head and tried to add the power to his voice and tried again "Tell me where Abaddon is"

"I can't," she replied

"Why not?" asked Sam.

"Because," was her only reply.

"Not good enough," Dean said. He set his knife down on the table and made his way back over to her. As he reached out to her, he thought of all the pain that he endured downstairs, all the suffering he went through physically and all the guilt and pain he had to live with because of all the deaths that occurred around him. Just as he was about to touch her with his hand, Cas grabbed his arm and promptly fell to the ground writhing in pain. Dean quickly drew his arm back from his friend and allowed all the memories to fade back into the dark recesses of his mind. Castiel immediately stopped, but seemed out of breath. He looked up at Dean sternly.

"Maybe too much," Dean murmured

What gave you that impression?

Shuddup!

"Shit! Cas you shouldn't have done that."

"Dean, you nearly knocked me unconscious! How did you do that?" Cas demanded.

"Just got a few suggestions from my friendly neighborhood Yoda." Dean shrugged and held out a hand to the angel, who seemed hesitant to take it.

"I'm fine. I can control it. Look," he touched Kristen on the shoulder, who whelped out. "Dammit, Cain, I can't turn it off!" he whined.

Dean felt amusement through his connection with the teacher.

I didn't think you would even get it on the first try, but life is full of surprises.

How do I turn it off?

Stop thinking about painful events?

I did! It's not working.

I'm not going to hold your hand through this. Figure it out yourself.

"Dean?" Sam demanded "Let's get back to the task at hand. We will worry about that later." Sam looked like he wanted to do it now but they both knew that it was going to be taken up in the car later.

Sam turned to the redhead and simply asked "Abaddon?"

"She's on her way, and when she gets here she's going to have the time of her life with you three." She started cackling

Dean touched her again "What about-"

Suddenly a blade was sticking out of Kristen's throat. All three men looked up to see a black-eyed-redneck-wearing demon retracting the blade. "Sorry boys, looks like this interview is over," he said smiling sickenly.