Chapter 10

I kept on running, he had yelled something after me but I didn't hear him. I was not getting pulled into this. I was not going to be the victim of those beautiful eyes again. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise, every cell in my body wanted nothing but to kiss him again. I ran harder and faster. I ran further into the woods as they were getting denser and harder to navigate. My breath came in quick, short breaths. My arms pumping at my sides, trying somehow in increase my speed. I knew that at any moment, Cas could pop up right in front of me. I didn't have my protection anymore. I was vulnerable to his powers again.

There was a ditch coming up ahead. It didn't look too big. I ran right up to it and jumped. It must have been bigger than I thought.

I was falling. My stomach was in my throat as I fell. My feet were moving as if they were still running. My arms were above my head trying to reach for something to grab. I kept on falling and falling. This was no ditch. It wasn't even a cliff. This was a hole.

I looked down. As tears were forced out of my eyes, I could see nothing but darkness below. I looked up. There was no light. I closed my eyes telling myself I was in a dream. I didn't know what was going on. I wondered if Cas could do something like this.

My hair was standing straight up. It pulling on my neck as I was falling like Alice down into Wonderland. I didn't want to think about what I would find once I hit ground. If I ever did.

I heard yelling and screaming below me. The voices sounded very familiar. I looked down only to see a floor rushing toward me. I hit the ground and I hit it hard. My body screamed in pain. The floor felt like it was made of cement. My eyes were closed trying to hold back the pain. I didn't break anything. At least, not that bad. The screaming was louder now and it could make out words.

"I told you, we should have never have took her in. Now she's nothing but an annoying bitch who can never go away. I wish we would have let her die." The voice was very familiar. Too familiar. I opened my eyes. Standing over me was Dean. He was shouting at Sam who was standing on the other side of me. They were screaming over me. The background was all black. The only light seemed to be coming from Dean and Sam's bodies.

"I know, and you were right. Somehow Dad must have gotten it in his head that he needed to take this pathetic excuse for a girl in. It's like she doesn't feel anything. She's no good and all she does is slow us down. I think we should just lock her up in a storage place somewhere and leave her to die alone." I looked up at my brothers, not believing that they were talking about killing me. I tried to sit up, but with every move I made something started to hurt more. I fought against the pain and stood up. Everything hurt more now than when I had landed.

Sam and Dean didn't even see me. It was like I wasn't there. They continued to talk about how they were going to kill me and how much better they would be without me. It hurt me for them to say that. I looked around and tried to find some place to get away from them. There was nothing but darkness in every direction. I just starting walking. Though with every step I took something else started to hurt. It felt like I was being cut over and over again. I knew where I was, but I was not going to say it.

The yelling of my brothers was disappearing behind me. There was something in front of me. I couldn't tell what it was. I continued in that direction despite the horrible pain. Whatever it was it was moving quickly and there was more than one object. As I got closer, I realized that they were people. Two people were fighting. They were hitting and kicking and throwing each other around. I came closer to them. I saw at once that one of them was me. The other was Dean. I watching as we tried to kill each other. The other me ended up getting behind Dean and breaking his neck. Dean fell to the ground, dead. The other Jordan looked at me. Her eyes were glowing black and she was smiling. Blood was dripping from her finger nails.

Then all at once she was gone. "I can read you like an open book," a voice said from behind me. I turned around quickly. There was a man standing there in all black. His hair was black and slicked back. He wore dark sunglasses and a black suit. His skin was pale and his smile; demented. "I'd like to welcome you, Jordan, to my little slice of paradise." He was holding a cane with a skull at the top and bones weaving down the length.

"You call this paradise? Now I know why they call it damnation. You are forever condemned to live your worst fears. And with every move you make, you hurt. So, no matter what you do, you are always in agony."

"Clever girl," the devil said. "Now lets see if you can figure this out. Where is what you are looking for?" He walked closer to me. He smelled like brimstone and smoke. As he came closer I grew weaker and weaker. I sank to my knees making a splashing noise. I saw that, not only was I just hurting, I was being cut multiple times. I was sitting in my own blood.

"I'm not looking for anything." I knew what I was supposed to be looking for, but I was not going to live that life. The devil was circling me.

"Oh, really? Well, I thought you were supposed to be looking for something. I guess you didn't get the memo. Oh well, too bad for you. I was looking forward to facing a worthy opponent once I broke out of this place."

"If you think it's paradise, then why do you want out?" A new cut appeared right under my eye. I gasped with pain.

"Well, you see, most people go their whole life looking for a paradise to call their own. What they don't realize is how boring it gets after a couple millenniums. I feel kind of like I've got cabin fever. I want to get out, breathe the fresh, blood-stained air. You see, I don't really want much. Just a chance to kill everyone. Especially you. You and your parents."

"If you wanna kill me, go ahead. No time like the present."

"No see that's the thing. I don't just want to kill you. I want to see you kill your own brothers first. I want to see you turn into the monster you are so scared of. I want you to become the very thing you hunt." He kneeled down in front of me. I saw red eyes behind the darkness of his glasses. He reached out and touched my face.

With his touch, I grew cold. My body felt like it was freezing from the inside out. It got very hard to breathe. I took deep, short breaths trying to keep from suffocating. I saw my hands turning blue. My body was shacking, uncontrollably. Frost stared to glaze over my body. The devil withdrew his hand. All at once, the heat returned to my body. I gasped for breath. My lungs burned.

"I would think you would keep it somewhere to show off. Like a mantel piece or something." I doubled over as more pain invaded my body.

"Your wrong, but I'll give you a hint. When you wake up, look left." I looked up at his face.

"What?" He stood up and walked behind me. I could no longer see him. I felt my hair being swept over my shoulder.

"Something to remember me by." Before I could reply, I was struck in the back of my head. Everything went black.