Author Note: Hoping you guys are liking this! Last week I was swamped with a Nov. 3rd Halloween Ball and my dog got hit by a car - he's going to be okay, but he has stitches and staples. Anyway, early with this chapter.

Holly came to in a pasture. Her head was swimming and the light of the setting sun was torture to her eyes. Holly's body ached, as if she had been beaten with a baseball bat. She tried to push herself to a sitting position and hissed. She looked at her side, finding a sizeable splintered branch piercing her side. Her jeans were stained with blood. She touched a lumpy tear at her thigh and was aghast to find a stone embedded into her flesh. Her breath caught in her throat. Pain and fear seemed to be her current world.

She stood up, an effort of adrenaline and fear, and tried focusing on her surroundings. It was getting dark fast, but she could make out a road in the distance. Her steps were shaky and stumbling at best, but after a few minutes she was on the hard plane of the road. Where was she? Where was Gus? Her thoughts felt like they were in pudding as she slowly moved down the road.

After what seemed like forever to her, she found a tree to lean against momentarily. Tears streaked her face with the dirt from her trip through the forest. Her hands shook and she felt cold. She took a few painful deep breaths, telling herself that it would be okay once she made it to the chalet or to a town or anywhere but wherever she was.

Step by step, she trudged down the lonesome country road.

In the mansion on the hill, tucked away mostly by the forest, Leon Saxer began a long night of attempting to disable the wards of the chest. He had sent men after Bennett and her hunters, but they had surprisingly been able to handle themselves. Saxer had been sure that, if alone, Holly wouldn't have been able to handle the men he sent after her.

It had been his hand that conjured up the invisible torrent that had sent Holly on a trip through the forest and into a pasture. He needed a distraction for those meddling Americans. It was quite unfortunate that he lost four demons to them, but he had turned all that over to Amelia. She practically salvated at the opportunity to hunt who she called "the notorious Winchesters".

Saxer was set up in front of the chest. A chalk circle around the chest led via chalk path to the circle that Saxer was kneeling in. Two giant quartz crystals were placed on either side of the chest and several candles were lit. Saxer raised his arms, revealing the illah nuftah. He closed his eyes and focused on his intent, then began reciting a long incantation. He stopped briefly to glance at the book where the incantation was noted. He followed his notations in the margins and prepared himself for what was upcoming.

Saxer recited more of the incantation, not stopping to slice his hand open with a silver blade or to scrawl ancient symbols within the circle. His eyes darted back and forth between the crystals when they began to glow, but he continued as the energy built up in the cold dimly-lit room. The blood pooled on the floor from his hand and slowly began moving along the chalk line towards the chest.

Finally, the words stopped and he waited. The chest absorbed the blood. Saxer crossed his hands and began a chant in an old variation of Hebrew for the chest to open. He felt the power surging, filling the room. His chant grew louder until he felt, what he perceived to be, the right amount of power. In a grand gesture, he separated his hands and shouted the chant.

The chest unlocked with click.

"About time" Leon said to himself.

Dean had all of his weapons out on the kitchen counter in the chalet and a map of the area was spread up under them. Sam was in the living room on his laptop. The front door opened and closed.

"We have not been able to locate her" Castiel reported. Gus was hovering at his shoulder in his larger bear skull. Gus had grown quiet. "How are things going here?"

"I've been monitoring local news and police reports" Sam said. "Nothing yet."

"I'm going out to look for her" Dean said. Castiel looked at the map.

"We scoured this area" Castiel said pointing to a sizeable area of the forest where they had been driving. "She's not there. We have no idea where she was taken."

"Well I'm not letting this Evil Dead in the woods shit get the best of us" Dean said loading a pistol and tucking it away. Dean pointed to a road. "I'm going to check out this area." He grabbed a pencil and drew a line from the area where they were driving to the hill that Holly had just briefly mentioned when she had planned their day, the hill where Saxer lived. "It's one of the only roads that crosses between Saxer's place and the forest. I'm going to follow that road and see if I can find her."

"Doesn't she have a phone? Can't we track that?" Castiel asked. Sam came in from the other room and leaned against the wall.

"I haven't been able to get a trace on it. It must be dead or busted or something" Sam replied. "What if she's at Saxer's place? What if he somehow managed to ghost-pull her there?"

"That's a great possibility" Castiel replied. "She certainly seemed to be pulled towards a destination. I don't believe ghost-pull is an actual term though."

Dean glared at him, silently telling him to shut up. "I'll take the car."

"What's out in this area?" Castiel asked pointing to the space between the road Dean wanted to drive and the forest.

"Fields, crops, farmland...stuff like that" Dean replied. He shoved a few weapons into a stiff canvas bag that he had found. He started going through the cabinets until he found a large flashlight. "I'm going to find her and bring her back." He grabbed the car keys from the table and slung the bag over his shoulder. "Don't wait up."

"I can go with you" Sam said reaching for his coat.

"Stay here" Dean said. He looked at Castiel and Gus. "Someone has to monitor the police and stuff."

Dean left without another word and before anyone could say anything else. The evening air was crisp. He could hear and smell the festival going on in Gryffburg in the far distance. A frown tugged at his mouth. They should all be down there having a beer and pretzels and schnitzel or whatever. He opened the door of the cramped blue car and tossed his bag onto the passenger seat. He adjusted the seat.

"Switzerland can suck it" Dean muttered to himself as he started the car. He pulled out of the driveway and headed for the country road that he had seen on the map.

Leon's fingers caressed the short sword. It was heavier than he had expected it to be. He already had the sacred seal of Andras, blessed by a dark priest with the blood of a virgin. The sword of Andras had been much harder to find. Leon was sure that it was only due to the fact that he wore the illah nuftah that he had been able to channel the power needed to open the chest.

Leon hauled the sword through his mansion, to his office. It felt like he was dragging a body. He shut his office door and placed the sword in the middle of his rug. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out.

"Do you have her?" Leon asked.

"I don't know where she is" Amelia told him. "Don't worry though. She couldn't have gotten far. Her trip through the forest must have done some damage."

"The chest is open" Leon growled into the phone. "Find her. NOW!"

"I'll bring her back with me" Amelia said. She was looking at the dark pasture where she was sure Holly should have been. The lack of streetlights made it excessively difficult to see much of anything. Amelia hung up with Leon and looked at the two men she had brought with her. "Any sign of her?"

"No" One of them shouted from the pasture.

"Shit" Amelia grumbled. She crossed the pasture fence and went to work.

"Holly!" Dean yelled. He had pulled off the road next to a locked pasture gate. He had the large flashlight in hand and was scanning the field for the dark-haired woman. He hopped the gate and started scouring the field. He stopped when he felt something squishy under his boot. He looked down and found a pile of poo. "Fuck."

Dean stepped back over to the gate for balance and started trying to scrape poop from his boot sole. Dean bent over and picked up a pencil-size stick to start digging out between the tread. His flashlight settled, briefly, on the asphalt of the road when he looked up. There were wet spots on the road that looked a little like partial shoe imprints. Dean looked around and then hopped back over the fence, forgetting about the poop on his boots. He went to the road and bent down to one of the spots. Blood.

"Holly" Dean said to himself. He followed the tracks across the road. He shone his light out at the next field over. The tracks ended beyond the other gate. There wasn't any sign of Holly. Dean pulled his phone out and dialed Castiel.

"Did you find her?" Castiel asked.

"I think she's hurt and crossing a field" Dean told him. He glanced around, going over a mental map of the area. "I think-yeah, I think she's heading back to the chalet, but she's hurt. There's a trail of blood."

"I'm here, Dean" Castiel said from the car. He crossed the street, looking at where Dean directed the flashlight. Dean put his phone away.

"I think that way" Dean said pointing to the field. "Is the way back to the chalet."

"Why go across the fields? Wouldn't the roads be easier?" Castiel asked.

"If she's starting to leave bloody shoe prints, she might not be thinking straight" Dean told him.

"I'll take the field" Castiel said. "Get back to the chalet and go out the back door. If you're right, then that's where she would most likely end up."

"I'll meet you there, man" Dean said. "Be careful."

Castiel jumped the gate to the next pasture and disappeared into the darkness. Dean squeezed himself back into the small blue car and got back on the road, heading for the chalet. It felt just in time too. In the rear view mirror, he saw headlights of a vehicle clear the bend that was about a quarter mile back. The last thing he wanted was to be tattled on for trespassing in a foreign country.

Despite the anxiety of possibly having found Holly, Dean kept the vehicle to the speed limit. It seemed like everything in Gryffburg was mostly close together. He took the road that led him to the chalet and it seemed like it only took minutes to get there. Dean was sure it took longer, but didn't care. He grabbed his bag and ran inside.

"Dean?" Sam called out. Dean ran through the kitchen and out the back door, dropping his bag along the way and hanging onto the flashlight.

"Holly?" Dean called out. He hurried down the deck steps and clicked the flashlight on. "Holly!"

"Dean!" Castiel called out. Dean scanned his light to his left and found the angel carrying a limp body. "She is greatly hurt."

"Get her inside, Cas" Dean ordered. He swallowed when he saw the wood through her midsection.

"Is that her?" Sam asked from the doorway. Castiel carried her past Sam and over to the kitchen table. Sam and Dean were right behind him and Gus hovered in a panic.

"Call a doctor!" Gus ordered. Holly was covered in blood and dirt.

"Cas, can you heal her?" Sam asked. Castiel held her hand and examined her face.

"Maybe" Castiel replied. With his grace not fully restored, he wasn't sure how well he could heal her. "I think I can heal the impalement, but I don't know how else she is hurt."

"What do you need us to do?" Dean asked. Castiel looked over at the hunters with a weary look.

"Hold her down" Castiel replied. "This is going to be painful for her."

Dean braced himself at her lower half and legs. Sam was ready at her shoulders. Castiel grabbed the piece of wood and pulled it out as steadily as he could. With the movement of the wood Holly's eyes flew open and she began to scream. Her body automatically protested to the pain leaving Sam and Dean to attempt to control her limbs and movement.

As soon as Castiel pulled the branch from her side, he placed his hands over both sides of the bloody wound. His bottom hand glowed for a moment.

"Put her on her back" Castiel ordered. He pulled his bottom hand away and just focused on her front. Holly writhed around and cried out as splinters and a piece of her shirt were pulled from the wound. Castiel pressed his hand against the wound tightly and allowed the healing to begin. It took longer than he liked, but she was soon healed.

"You're going to be fine" Sam whispered to Holly.

"Cas, her leg" Dean said with a nod towards her bleeding upper leg. Castiel moved quickly to look at her leg.

"She has rocks embedded in her thigh" Castiel told them. He started by removing the rocks. The large one came out with a wet pop. It was followed by smaller gravel-size rocks and flowing blood.

"Can't you work a little faster?" Dean asked. Holly was twitching and jerking. The angel ignored him and took the time he needed for healing her leg.

Gus moved to hover by her face. "Holly? Holly, can you hear me?"

"Gus" Holly whispered through tears.

"Let's get her upstairs and cleaned up" Dean said. He scooped her up carried her up the stairs with Gus following.