ok, the seventh chapter, all chapters should hopefully continue as normal, thanks for reading so far, please remeber to reveiw or i'll forget to post
Lorraine opened her eye's blinking several times, while her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could feel the metal of the needle still hung out of her arm, she reached for it and pulled it out and threw it to the floor, next she tried to stand up but her legs felt like jelly and her head spun
"Don't try and get up its useless," A voice said, as she slumped back to the cold hard floor
"Who's that," Lorraine asked, she couldn't see anyone, and she felt groggy,
"My name's Chantelle," she replied, "I don't know how long I've been down here, I think it's been a few days,"
"I'm Lorraine, is there anyone else here," She asked
"My name's Maxine," another voice answered with a thick English accent "I think I have been here about a week," Lorraine eyes where finally adjusting and she made out the silhouette of three other people,
"There's someone else,"
"That's Shanna," Chantelle answered, in a whisper "she hasn't answered us for a while, we don't know if she's still alive or not, she thinks she's been down here a couple of months,"
"Shhh," Maxine said, as they heard footsteps, then a metal door rattled as it was opened, Lorraine saw the silhouette of what she assumed was what took her, it looked human but she couldn't be sure, the three woman watched as it went over to Shanna grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out
"Oh, god, she's dead isn't she," Chantelle cried out, once the man had left, Lorraine felt the tears well in her eyes and then roll down her face, she thought about never seeing Mary again,
"I can't believe this is happening again,"
"What do you mean again," Chantelle asked, Lorraine sighed
"Let's just say this isn't the first time I've been in a situation like this," Lorraine wiped at her eyes,
"How did you escape?"
"What happened," there was a hint of hope in both their voices,
"uh, Dean and Sam Winchester," Lorraine's mobile phone was in the pocket of her pants before, she grabbed at them now, but who ever had taken her must have taken that as well, all she could feel was the receipt from the bookstore, but then she had no idea where she was, or even if she was still in the hotel, calling for a rescue would be pointless, Joanne may be alarmed a bit when Lorraine missed her nightly phone call to Mary, but not enough to raise the alarm, she still wasn't due home for two more days, the tears welled in her eyes again, she felt hopeless,
"Who are they," Chantelle said, he voice back to the same scared tone that she when Lorraine first meet her,
"Just old friends," Lorraine didn't want reveal too much, "do you have any idea what took us, or where we are,"
"I think where still in the hotel, you can hear the elevator every now and then," Maxine was right, they could hear the elevator now,
"Ok, and what about who," all three woman fell silent again as the footsteps approached again,
"so who are you," Lorraine said, using all the strength she had, which wasn't much, to make her voice sound defiant, the silhouette stood in the door way, it's body jerking slightly as if it was laughing but Lorraine couldn't hear anything, she did however hear one of the girls shhh her, "well answer me," Lorraine said a little louder, she wasn't about to let whoever it was, know how scared she was, there was no reply, instead the silhouette threw in a few drink bottles, then closed the gate again and walked away, Chantelle and Maxine grabbed at the bottles and greedily drank from them, as raw as Lorraine's throat was, she left the third bottle where it had landed,
"I think it was one of the cleaners from the hotel,"
"How do you know," Maxine asked, sighing in bliss from the drink,
"They smelt like bleach and disinfection"
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Dean and Sam where back in Lorraine's hotel room, looking for clues, they had tried the adjoining door again, after shooting at the lock, it opened up into the other bedroom,
"Bastard must have gone through the door, then out the other while we were in here," Dean stated,
"it makes sense, the elevator is close and it's at the end of the hallway not to many people around, now we just have to figure out where he went from there," Sam added, he was packing up Lorraine's
stuff, before any of the staff members could come in, claim what they wanted and then throw out the rest, he left the Photo til last, hoping that his brother would notice it, but he was too busy searching the room, trying to find the woman, he claimed he didn't care about, Sam grabbed the frame of the bedside table, an shortly contemplated throwing it at Dean, his brother had walked past the frame, three times and still hadn't commented on it, instead Sam placed it in the suitcase , then zipped it closed
"Alright, all done," Sam said picking up the suitcase; they left the room again,
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"tell me more, about these brothers," Chantelle asked excitedly, Lorraine had found out that Chantelle was 19, her father worked in insurance and had a lot of money, She had just finished holidaying in Europe while her parents went to Italy, they had planned to meet at the hotel before flying back home together, she had arrived a day earlier than her parents and had been taken that night, Maxine was 27, she worked for her mother who owned and ran a successful clothing company in England, she had come to America for a holiday as well as to seek out opportunities for expanding the business, as her stay was for a month she doubt that anyone would be looking for her, Both of the girls had stayed in room 38
"there's not much else to tell," Lorraine had told them the whole story of how they had meet, vampire included, and after a few minutes convincing the other women she wasn't crazy, went on to describe the whirlwind affair her and Dean had had ending with Mary, "I saw them again about a month ago, and still couldn't bring myself to tell him," the more Lorraine told them, the more she felt like she was living in a bad soap opera,
"Do you think you'll see him again," Maxine asked, if it wasn't for her accent Lorraine wouldn't be able to tell who was talking
"Anything's possible right," Lorraine replied rubbing her numb legs, she had given into her thirst and had drunk from the drink bottle, confirming her suspicions that they didn't contain just water, "I do have his daughter,"
"You have to tell him" Chantelle commented, Lorraine laughed at the enthusiasm in her voice,
"I know, and I will, but it's not like a can just ring up and say, 'hey, Dean, remember the last time we were together, I meant to tell you about your daughter, sorry it must have slipped my mind'" the girls laughed, and Lorraine was glad she had managed to lighten the situation a bit,
"What do you think he would say," Maxine asked,
"Honestly, I think I would never see him again," Lorraine replied sadly
"Really," both girls said at once
"yeah, I think deep down that's why I have put it off for so long, I mean why put myself and Mary though that heart ache," all three sat in silence, neither of them knowing what else to say, the last few hours they had talked like they had know each other for years,
"You know," Chantelle's voice broke through the darkness, "I'm actually glad you're here Lorraine,"
"Oh, gee, thanks Chantelle," Lorraine replied sarcastically, the three girls laughed,
"No I mean, you seem to make it less bad,"
"You do, Lorraine, I for one feel a bit better that your here," Lorraine smiled to herself, "that bloke don't seem so intimidating,"
"Well glad I could be of service, sucks about the situation, though" Lorraine replied and the girls laughed again,
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It was almost morning again, Sam had played and replayed, the attack on his computer for most of the night, going frame by frame, trying to get a glance of the attackers face, but he kept his back to the camera, except when Lorraine had hit him, but still his face had been covered by the low sitting hood of his jumper, whoever it was however was definitely human, he still had the camera recording in another window on the laptop, and nobody had entered it last night, he looked at his brother, who sat next to him, Dean had studied the film as much as Sam had, until exhaustion hit in and he had passed but nearly an hour ago, his head slumped back over the top of the lounge, Sam nudged him with his elbow
"Dean,"
"What, what happened," Dean looked startled as he scanned the room
"no, nothing, you fell asleep," Sam replied, Dean stretched, his back aching from the position he had slept, he rubbed his eye then looked at the screen, and saw Lorraine being attacked again, he groaned then looked away, "there's got to be something we missed,"
"Well I'm sick of sitting here,"
"You've searched the room, Dean, and we don't know where she is,"
"Well anything has got to be better that just sitting here watching the same thing over and over again," Sam thought about pointing out that Dean had actually fell asleep but thought better of it instead he said
"Why don't you go and get us some coffee,"
"Coffee? Go and get coffee? That's it, Lorraine could be dead somewhere, or dying, or god knows what, and you want me to go and get coffee," he snapped
"What else do you want me to do Dean," Sam responded,
"Look around, smack a few staff members in the head, someone has got to know something," there was a knock on the door and both men looked at it,
"Police," came the voice from behind the door, "we'd just like to ask you a few questions,"
"See, something like that," Dean said as he opened the door
"Hi, I'm Detective Stabler, this is my partner Detective Ridley, we're investigating the disappearance of a woman," the woman said
"From last night,"
"No sir," she responded, with a look of confusion, "Chantelle Walters, she disappeared from room 38 two days ago, are you telling me, another one went missing last night,"
"Yeah, a friend of ours was staying in room 38," Sam was now at the door, "her names Lorraine,"
"No one has reported it, do you mind if I see some ID," she asked
"do you mind if we see some ID," Dean replied, Sam gave him a frown as he reached in to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, the detective smiled then pulling out her ID Wallet, and grabbing the badge that hung around her neck, held both of them out to Dean,
"You can't be too careful," Dean smiled as he produced his ID
"Thank you, Mr Tyler," She addressed Dean, reading the name off his ID, "now this friend of yours, when did she go missing," Detective Stabler replaced her ID wallet, and pulled out a pad and pen, 30 minutes later, the detectives left leaving a friendly warning to stick around,
"Hello," Sam answered his mobile phone when it rang, "Joanne, hi," Sam looked at his brother, who was staring at him, while Joanne told him how Lorraine hadn't called last night and she can't get her on her mobile "I know, where at the hotel as well, is Mary with you?" Dean looked at his brother confused, while Sam listened to Joanne's reply, "good, now I just need you stay calm, where going to find her, ok" Sam hung up the phone, Dean still looked confused, if Mary was the little girl in the photo, why hadn't his brother told him about her
"So who's Mary," Dean asked, he noticed his brothers discomfort, and it suddenly made sense as to why he was so persistent that they see Lorraine, "Joanne's kid, right,"
"Uh actually -"
"Geez, Sam, I thought we were brothers, I didn't think we kept secrets from one another and now I found out you've got a kid running around,"
"Dean, wait, you've got it all wrong," Sam tried to explain
"So you're telling me she's not yours,"
"No, Dean, she's not," Sam replied, he couldn't believe that he thought Mary was Joanne's daughter, let alone his
"So why the Hell were you so hell-bent on going round there,"
"Dean, Mary is-" He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence
"Someone's gone into the room," Dean cut him off, Sam rushed over to the lounge and sat down, looking at the screen, the man had left the cart filled with cleaning equipment in the middle of the room, then started going though one draw after the other,
"That's odd," Sam pointed out, putting the previous conversation on hold
"That's him, from last night, I know it was" Dean said tapping the screen then standing up,
"You follow him, he might lead you to the girls, I'll go and get the detective," Sam ordered
"What, why," Dean asked
"Because he's human, he needs to be arrested, you can't kill him," Sam reasoned
"Just watch me," Dean replied as he rushed out of the room, Sam sighed, whishing his brother didn't do anything stupid, and then went off to find the detective.
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Dean walked down the hall way trying to look inconspicuous, the man was just coming out of the room, Dean stopped in front of the first door he could, turning to it and pretended to unlock the door, The man walked past, muttering quietly to himself, Dean was about to follow after him when the door in front of Dean opened and a woman wearing a dressing down started at him questioningly, Dean smiled apologetically
"Sorry, wrong room," he mumbled, and then took off after the man, he got into the elevator, and Dean had to stick his arm out to stop the doors from closing
"What floor?" the man asked, as Dean slipped in
"Huh?"
"What floor," he repeated, pressing the basement button
"Oh, first, thanks," Dean replied, the man pressed the button with the big 1 on it, they rode in silent, as Dean took in the man's appearance, he was slightly taller than him, and his left eye supported a fresh bruise, Dean was convinced that this was the same man they had watched attack and kidnap Loraine, he wanted to rip the man's head from his scrawny shoulders, but they still needed him to lead them to Lorraine, Dean just hoped he wasn't too late, the big elevator doors opened revealing the busy hotel lobby
"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay," the man said as Dean stepped out, and the door closed behind him,
"Yeah, I'm sure you do," Dean replied to himself, searching for the stairwell, he saw the door with the 'employee's only' sign on it, hoping that it lead to the basement, he fished his phone out of his pocket and called his brother, he answered on the first ring "going down to the basement." He said then disconnected the call, pushing open the door and running down the short flight of stairs, he saw the elevator doors close, and the cart next to it, but he couldn't see the man
"Ready to answer me yet, areshole," Dean smiled with relief and admiration at the sound of Lorraine's voice, then walked down the corridor, which got darker with every step,
"Where's all you money," The man responded,
"What," Lorraine asked, "what money, I don't have any money,"
"You mean you did all this just for money," Dean heard another woman's voice, he also noticed the fake potency, he thought that it could be that Chantelle the detective was talking about
"Talk about desperate," He heard another one with a thick English accent, also filled with slight power
"Shut up, just shut up," he heard the man scream then the door rattle as he hit it, Dean could see him now, he heard all three woman gasp, then he saw the gun in the man's hand, he knew had to act quickly, "Don't tease me," the Man's hands covered his ears, as if he could hear some taunting no one else could, "you think you're so good, just because you have money, but you're not, you're not," he yelled hysterically, then aimed the gun into the room, he let off three shots, Dean knew that at least one of them had hit a target, he was just about to tackle the man, when a hand grabbed his shoulder, he flung around his fist flew though the air, Sam leant back just in time to stop it connecting with his face,
"Police freeze," Detective Ridley yelled, as the female Detective rushed past the men, her gun held out, aimed at the man, the man turned around shock etched on his face, he dropped the gun on the floor, "on your knees," she yelled, the man did as he was told, "your under arrest for the kidnapping of Chantelle Walters and others, you have the right..." she continued keeping the torch light on him as the male detective rushed forward and cuffed the blubbering man, then pushing him to the floor, so he was on his side, still talking incoherently, both detectives went in to check the woman, "this is detective Stabler, I need a bus at corner of 5th and Main, Victim, female, Caucasian, gunshot wound to the abdomen,"
Dean rushed in to the room, thanks to the abandoned torch he saw Lorraine lying on the floor, her head in the detectives lap,
"Lorraine," he knelt beside her, exchanging positions with the detectives, as she went to check the other woman
"Dean," Lorraine's voice was feeble, as she opened her eyes
"I'm here," he replied one hand supported her head, while he stroked her hair with his thumb, his other hand, pressed firmly on the gunshot wound
"We need to stop meeting like this," she laughed weakly
"Shhh," he replied, she was losing a lot of blood, and his whole hand was already covered
"Dean, there's something I need to tell you," each word was a struggle to get out,
"No, just concentrate on keeping awake,"
"No, I have to tell you –" Dean shhh'ed her again, and Lorraine lost consciousness, as two paramedics ran into the room, one of them pushed Dean out of the way while the other, stuck an IV drip in her arm then helped the other get her onto the stretcher, placing two figure on her neck
"Heart rates dropping, let's get her on the bus," he told his partner, Dean watched helplessly as they rushed her out of the room, until Sam placed a hand on his shoulder a led him to the hotel lobby,
"Come on we'll follow them to the hospital,"
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The hospital room contained four beds, only three of them where occupied, the steady be-beep, be-beep of her heat beat amplified though the machine, Lorraine's eyes opened to find Joanne and Mary looking at her, she smiled
"Did you sleep well," Joanne smiled
"Nothing like a bullet to the stomach," Lorraine smiled back, "oh, Chantelle, Maxine, are they alright,"
"Where fine, Hun," Chantelle said from the bed across from her, Maxine was next to her, Lorraine tried to sit up, and winced in pain,
"just stay where you are," Joanne ordered, Mary had started to squirm for her mother, Lorraine held her arms out to her, and Joanne placed her gently in Lorraine's lap, tears ran down her face as she hugged her daughter close to her, ignoring the pain that seared though her abdomen, she kissed Mary on the head several times,
"I dreamt Dean was here," Lorraine said,
"It wasn't a dream," Joanne told her, "him and Sam where at the hotel, they're the ones that found you,"
"And sat by your bed for two hours after they brought you in," Maxine added, "I think you might be wrong about him," she added knowingly
"And he's gone," Lorraine asked dejectedly, Joanne, Maxine and Chantelle all nodded,
"Doctor said, you'll be able to go home tomorrow,"
"Well that's something to look forward to," Lorraine replied, hugging Mary close to her again.
"So beside's the kidnapping, did you have a good time," Joanne asked
"We'll I took your advice, went on a date, lasted about 3 seconds," Lorraine told her
"You know what probably would of helped," Joanne replied
"What?"
"If you removed the stamp on your forehead," Joanne ran a hand over hers, "you know the one that screams 'fuck off'"
"Oh, my sister the comedian," Lorraine retorted, "it was actually the mention of Mary, that turned him in to the road runner,"
"Ah, men," Maxine commented "can't live with 'em, can't bloody shoot 'em either," the hospital room filled with laughter.
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"Detective Stabler said they found the body's of the five other missing woman, well what remained of them anyway," Dean shuddered inwardly at the news, "all of them came from prominent families,"
"And what about the physco?" he asked
"He is being transferred to a Lonny bin, to wait his trial," Sam knew his brother wouldn't be happy with the information, and the look on his face confirmed his thoughts "We don't have to leave just yet," Sam added
"nah, it's better this way" Dean said, they were back in the hotel, gathering the rest of their belongings, "she's fine, the doctor gave the all clear that's all I need to know, Jo should be there by now, and soon she'll be going home," he picked up the t-shirt that hung over the chair, sniffed it, pulled a face of discuss then shoved it into his bag and zipped it up, flinging it over his shoulder, making a mental note to himself that they should stop in at a laundry mat soon, Sam picked up his bag and Lorraine's suitcase and carried them out of the room, "I think the further we are from her the safer she'll be"
"You can't be serious," Sam said
"We attract trouble Sam,"
"We didn't attract this trouble Dean, if we weren't there, she would be dead by now," Sam reasoned "she came to the hotel on her own, it was just lucky that we were here as well, which just shows she's going to get in trouble wether were around or not, wouldn't it better if she knew she could rely on us to help her out,"
"If she had never meet us, in the first place-"
"If she had never meet us in the first place she would be either dead, or a vampire now," Sam said,
"Look Sam, we have a job to do, and I can't do it if I'm constantly worried about someone, ok so just leave it," Sam did, but boy was he in for a rude awakening when he found out who Mary really is.
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"Hey, good to see you're awake," Sam said as he entered the hospital room, Lorraine was sitting up in the bed, Joanne and Mary had already gone back to the hotel they had checked into,
"Hey, you," Lorraine smiled back, she looked behind Sam waiting for someone else to walk in,
"He's in the car," Sam told her, "he thought it would be better, we can't stay long, just wanted to drop this off" he placed the suitcase on the floor next to the bed
"Oh, you got another case already,"
"Yeah," Sam replied,
"you're a terrible liar, Sam Winchester," Lorraine laughed, Sam smiled apologetically, Lorraine knew she had gotten her hopes up about Dean again, once again he had sat by her bed with friendly concern, nothing more
"Well I better get going, try and stay out of trouble ok," he lent down and hugged her gently,
"I'll try," Lorraine laughed "oh, Sam, please don't tell him about Mary," Sam nodded, then left the room, Lorraine leant back into the large pillow, looking up at the ceiling, closed her eyes as the tears escaped and ran down her face.
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