"Where- where's he gone?" she stuttered out, cursing herself for the slip, but dammit, it was cold, and she was chained to a frikkin' chair in a little cabin out in the middle of nowhere, Sam and Dean were who knew where with no chance of contacting them, and her only companion seemed to have just a bit of a crush on their captor.

"I don't- I don't know. He's- he's going to kill them." Well, at least she wasn't the only one stuttering. She sighed.

"I'm Emily."

"Emily? One of my teammates, her name is Emily." She rolled her eyes.

"Emily-Loraine, actually, but I never can get people to call me by my full name."

"Emily-Loraine." She smirked slightly despite herself at the way he rolled the name around in his mouth. "That's a pretty name."

"Well, thank you. I'd return the complement, but I've yet to learn your name."

"Oh! Sorry. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, with the FBI's Behavior Analysis Unit." She scoffed.

"Right. I think he's been setting your dosage a little too high, sweetheart." He flushed slightly at the reminder that they had both been drugged multiple times since their capture.

"He's just trying to help us," he said softly, as though he was trying to convince himself that it was alright. She scoffed again.

"If he wanted to help us, he could let us go." He sighed.

"It's not that simple. He's suffering from Disassociative Identity Disorder, and two of his three personalities want to kill us. He's struggling just to keep us alive. He doesn't dare free us."

"Why not?"

"From what I can tell, one of the personalities was his father, who was abusive, in a demandingly religious sort of way." He looked pleased about something, but she wasn't sure what.

"And that's a good thing?"

"No, no, that's actually a fairly bad thing. I was just thinking, I've apparently figured out how to talk about things without lots of hard facts and statistics." She had to laugh at that.

"You had to learn how to do that? Most of us have to learn to include that sort of stuff." He shrugged.

"I have an IQ of 187, and an ededic memory."

"So, you were telling me about our captor?" He started slightly and nodded.

"Yeah. So, his core personality is Tobias, who's the one with the water and the drugs. He brought in the sheep earlier, so I'm guessing we'll get food eventually. The second is his father, Charles."

"That's the name he told us earlier, when he was bringing in the firewood," she remembered. He looked pleased.

"That's right. But these two personalities are in conflict. Tobias, his whole life probably, was trying to escape his father. It's probably why he got into drugs in the first place. He told me it was the only way to escape him when he shot me up earlier." The words 'shot me up' sounded like they didn't quite fit in his mouth, and at any other point in time, she would have giggled. "And from the conflict, there arose a third personality, one that could resolve the conflicts. It took the form of the Archangel Raphael."

"And..." She trailed off questioningly.

"The people he's killing, he thinks he's an angel punishing the sinners for their sin."

"So, what you're saying is that Tobias isn't really guilty, but his other personalities won't let him do much to help us?"

"Right, because if he let us go, Charles or Raphael would take over and kill us as we tried to escape. And they have an advantage, since we have no idea where we are."

"Actually, I have sort of an idea. I was out with a couple of friends when he found me and brought me here. They're probably looking for me, but there's not really any way I can get in touch with them. I'd argued with them, and left to cool down. They probably think I'm just ignoring their calls."

"Do you do that often?" she sighed.

"Only when they really piss me off. Which does seem to be a disproportionate amount of time. But they're sweethearts, really; just bull-headed sometimes."

I wasn't actually intending to write anything useful with these, they were more to get a feel for the character, but I think I might incorperate this into the story, it fits so well. Assuming you approve it, Thunder.

As a matter of fact, I might end up using all of them.