Chapter three

Sam sighed heavily, resting his head on his fist as he leant his elbow on the window frame, staring out of the moving car into the haze of the pouring rain,

"Something doesn't feel right…" Sam murmured,

"So you said earlier…" Dean breathed in frustration,

"Oh c'mon! Dean! That demon wanted us there and when we got there he barely put up a fight!"

"Maybe we're too good for him?"

"That…or maybe he's up to something?"

"What could he possibly be up to…? If he was going to do something, then surely he would've done it tonight when he had us there, what's the point of torturing Maggie and Lola just to give them back to us?"

"Maybe it was a warning…?" Sam suggested with a shrug, "I've got such a bad feeling about all of this…"

"They'll be fine at the hospital."

"Will they?"

"Hopefully." Dean sighed, looking down at his hand on the steering wheel, "Whatever it is, we'll handle it…right now let's concentrate on this and then get the hell out of here."

Sam remained silent, he didn't know how his brother could put up such a front when they were in such a blatantly nervous situation. The circumstances were suspicious though they knew that they'd just have to wait until something happened to find out what was going on, they just had to pray that when whatever was going to happen, happened, they'd be able to handle it.

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Lola sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around herself, the chilling wind whistling through her thin black cotton cropped jacket and white tank-top. The rain plastered her red hair to her bruised face as she looked down with a smirk,

"I'm sorry…" She began with a sympathetic pout, "I really am…I never wanted it to turn out like this…I really didn't…but I don't think you quite know what it's like being me…it's hard, to say the very least…I had to succumb to it eventually. You shouldn't of trusted me, Maggie…" Lola's fingers slipped slightly against the handle of the gun she was holding as she reached up an arm, resting it on the hood of the trunk, "I'm just so sick of everything being about you and Sam…poor little Maggie…she's got no mommy and no daddy, well guess what? Neither do I! Do you hear me whining on about it? But don't worry Maggie…I'm going to avenge your mom for you…just you see…" She giggled with a wink, "Call it a favour…I'll even put you out of your misery afterwards, after all…I wouldn't want you to have to go on without your brothers." She grinned, "Don't look at me like that…this is all your own fault…maybe if you hadn't of been so selfish, you would've seen the signs…there's only one way for a female hunter to get on in this world, it's always been the same…I need a partner, or a team…and seeing as I accidentally got my last partner killed, I was in desperate need. When I first met your brothers I wasn't really overly impressed but after Sam called me that day Dean was stabbed, I knew I was on to a winner, they were already depending on me…pathetic really, when you think about it." She looked up into the darkening sky then back down to Maggie, winking again, "Lovely day to die, huh?" She smirked, "Don't worry…it'll all be over soon."

Maggie looked up at her fearfully as tears rolled down her cheeks, a strip of silver duct tape fastened over her mouth, her body wrapped and bound several times with a course, thick rope. Maggie watched, bracing herself as Lola lifted the butt of the gun, bringing it down roughly onto the brunette's head; everything went black, the last sound Maggie heard before finally falling unconscious was that of the trunk being slammed shut.

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"…my wrist is killing me…" Dean grumbled as he held his left wrist within the other hand soothingly,

"Well we're in the right place to get it looked at." Sam said plainly as they turned into Maggie's room, shocked to see a nurse replacing the bed linen, "Where's Maggie?" Sam asked,

"The lady who was here before? She checked herself out."

The brothers exchanged worried looks,

"Dean…Maggie knows better than that…"

Dean nodded in agreement, turning and heading back down the hall hurriedly to check Lola's room knowing that she wouldn't of been allowed to check herself out. The room was empty, bed covers pulled back roughly, things scattered around the room as if she'd left in a hurry. Dean quickly moved to the cupboard,

"Her clothes are gone." He told Sam as he whirled around in exasperation,

"He must have them again."

"Right…I'm going to take you back to the motel then I'm going to head back to that warehouse. If there's no sign that they've been back there then grab Lola's keys out of our room and follow me."

"Right." Sam nodded as the pair ran through the hospital car park in the pouring rain towards the Impala.

They drove in silence, speeding along the main road towards their motel, illuminated by a giant shooting star that towered over the surrounding buildings. The Impala's wheels were slick on the water-drenched gravel, spitting mud as he skidded into the parking lot. Sam jumped out, glancing back into the car at his brother as Dean called after him,

"Yeah?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow,

"Be careful." The elder warned. Sam nodded,

"Right back at you." He said before shutting the door to the black car, jogging towards Maggie and Lola's motel room that was pitch black for a second. Dean watched as his brother switched the light on, moving across the room. Satisfied that he was okay, Dean pulled out and away from the motel. If he'd of checked his rear-view mirror one last time before turning and the motel moving out of sight he would've seen the light of the room Sam had just entered suddenly go out.

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Sam flicked the light switch on, closing the motel room door quietly behind him as he scanned the expanse of the twin-bedded room with his eyes. With a sigh he stepped across the room towards the bathroom. Suddenly, the light went out and Sam was left standing in the middle of the room, completely exposed with nothing but the faint glow of the neon light from outside. To his left he thought he saw a shadow dart across the room. Following it with his eyes, he lost it in the dimly lit room. Swallowing hard he reached into his pocket for his phone to alert Dean, though as soon as his finger tips touched the cool plastic of the phone's exterior, something hard hit him on the back of the head with a loud bang. He felt his knees go out from under him as he was consumed by darkness, falling flat against the cheap, rough carpet of the room, a pair of pink ballet pumps stepping into his view before everything went cold and dark.

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He moved cautiously along the old, damp corridor, shining his flashlight up and down each wall, peering through each doorway suspiciously, scrutinising every intimate details. His light flickered as he peered into one room,

"Got you…you son of a bitch…" Dean muttered to himself, gripping his gun tighter as he stepped into the darkened room. Unbeknown to him, somewhere behind, a gas tap turned itself with a low squeak. Dean scanned the room carefully as his flashlight flickered again. Cursing, he shook the plastic cylinder up and down and from side to side until the light slowly dimmed into nothingness, "Damn it…" He growled, reaching into his back pocket for his lighter. As he flicked his lighter on, he became sickeningly aware of the overpowering smell of gas that had filled the room. He dropped the engraved silver lighter as the entire room was engulfed within fire, Dean diving out of the door, half from choice and half from the force of the blast.

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Sam awoke with a groan to find himself bound tightly to an old electric chair. In a panic he thrashed around, looking around him in the dark room, trying desperately to pull himself free from the method of death,

"Don't worry…that thing's not going to be electrocuting anyone anytime soon…" A voice emerged from the darkness before the light above his head flicked on, revealing his capturer,

"Lola!" He gasped,

"Bingo!"

"Get me out of here!"

"Why would I want to do that, Sam…? I was the one that put you there in the first place…" She smirked,

"What've you done with Lola?"

"I am Lola…" She drawled, standing before him,

"No you're not…" Sam breathed, "You're not Lola."

"Lola's face…" She murmured, reaching up and placing a palm on either cheek, "Lola's body…" She slurred, running her hands down her curves, "Sure as hell seems like I'm Lola, doesn't it?"

"Lola wouldn't do this."
"Don't be so sure about that…" She whispered, straddling him so that she was face to face with the long-haired hunter, roughly grabbing his chin in her grasp, "You don't really know me…all you know is what I tell or show you…you trusted me…I could be a complete psycho for all you know…"

"No…" Sam growled, "What did you do to her?"

"You're so handsome, Sammy…do you think I'm pretty?"

"Get off of me you freak!"

"I think you like me…" She whispered, "I've seen you watching me sometimes though I was never sure whether it was me you like…or if it was just the fact that I was the only girl around that you weren't related to. I mean…I wouldn't hold it against you Sam, it's not easy being on the road for so long…and you're such an upstanding young gentleman, nothing like Dean…it must be…frustrating…"

"You're my brother's girlfriend…" Sam muttered through gritted teeth, "I don't think about you like that…"

"Ha. Girlfriend. Is that what you think I am…? His girlfriend?" She asked with a cruel smirk, "I'm not his girlfriend…I'm just a…good friend…"

"Friends with benefits, right?" Sam replied, pulling his face away, "Now I know you're not Lola. She's crazy over Dean and vice versa…"

"Crazy over Dean…or playing the game…?" She asked, gently stroking his face, "What better way to get in close with the group than by attaching myself emotionally to one of you?"

"You're a liar…" Sam ground out, "You're a liar and I'm going to kill you."

"Would you really do that to your brother? Kill the girl he's fallen for?"

"Bring Lola back and we'll forget about this whole thing."

"Don't you think I've had enough chances over these last couple of years? Don't you think that maybe I should give my body to someone more deserving…?"

"Like a demon, for example?" Sam asked, cocking his head to one side,

"You're so smart, Sam…who would've thought that little Sammy Winchester would turn out to be such a clever young man?"

"Get off of me." Sam spat as she leant in closer, her breath against his lips,

"I'm sorry Sam…but I just can't let you go…we've been working for far too long for you to just walk away from this…I'm afraid that I'm going to have to kill you."

"You son of a bitch…"

"Don't worry…" She soothed, "I'll make it nice and painless…" She mumbled against his lips, kissing him deeply, letting her fingers travel through his tangled hair. As she pulled back, she gently nibbled on his bottom lip, smirking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, "Don't look so disgusted…" She snapped, "I'm sure you've been imagining that for a long time…"

"Don't flatter yourself."

Lola brought her fist down roughly against the side of Sam's face,

"You shouldn't talk to a lady like that…you'll bruise her self-esteem."

"You obviously think very highly of yourself."

"It's not what I think of me, now…is it?" She smirked, "She's such a nice girl, Lola…" She continued, climbing out of Sam's lap, "Like I said before…she's seen you watching her, Sam…maybe, if you behave yourself, I'll grant you one last wish."

"You make me sick." He sneered. Lola turned her back on him,

"Of course I do…" She drawled, sauntering off into the shadows. She re-emerged a few minutes later holding a small dagger. Standing in front of Sam, she toyed with it in her fingers, smiling down at the glistening blade thoughtfully, "It's such a shame I have to do this to you, Sam…you being one of us and all…"

"I'm nothing like you." Sam muttered,

"Oh but you are…you might fight it little Sammy…but you're evil…and one day you're not going to be able to contain it anymore…you see…it creeps up on you slowly and then it grows and grows…like a tumour…"

"I'm not evil." Sam denied. Lola sighed heavily, suddenly gripping the daggers blade in her hand tightly, lowering the tip quickly into the skin of Sam's forearm. She dragged it down the length of his forearm, scratching the surface of the skin so that it swelled and trickled a thin smile of blood, Sam resisting the urge to cry out as he grit his teeth,

"Oh you are…" She grinned, "And this is what make you evil Sam…it's in your blood…you'll never be able to escape it…even in death, it just gets worse…spreading through you like a plague."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Her when the light ahead began to flicker,

"More of your friends…?" He asked cockily. Another figure emerged from the shadows behind Lola, his shoulder-length brown hair tousled as if he'd been caught in a strong wind,

"He survived." He told Lola who didn't miss a beat at the obviously bad news. She simply grinned, turning back to Sam with a mischievous glint in her eyes,

"No matter…" She smiled, "We'll just have to invite him along to our little party."

"Dean's not stupid…" Sam began, "He won't fall for it."

"Wanna bet?" Lola remarked, raising her eyes as she sauntered towards him, leaning her hands on his wrists, lowering her face so that it was parallel to hers, "Dean's a sucker for a damsel in distress…"

"You bitch!"

Lola smiled falsely at the older hunter, drawing her arm back before forcefully slapping his face. He turned his head at the force of the hit, accidentally biting his bottom lip as he did so. He looked back at her through narrow eyes to show his defiance, cracking a lop-sided smile at her, laughing bitterly,

"You think that's funny?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, "We'll see how funny you think this is…" She said, gripping the neck of his dirty grey t-shirt, ripping it open across the chest. Placing her palm over his heart, she focussed on her hand as he fingers tightened against his skin. Slowly Sam became short of breath, the slight tingle in his chest growing into a sharp pain through his heart. Finally, after several long seconds of the agony growing more and more intense, he let out a cry, his head falling back as he gasped for breath. She released his chest with a satisfied smirk, "I'll bet you'll think twice before doing that again Sammy…"

"It's…Sam…" He panted. Lola rolled her eyes,

"Cute. Real cute." She replied sarcastically, "We'll see how funny you are when your brother arrives." She told him before leaving him alone again in the darkness.