When I woke up, I was in some abandoned factory. I was in some secluded room in a chair. Both of my hands were on each side of me chained expertly. Pieces of the chain were digging into my wrists causing them to bleed. The door opened.
"You comfy?", Crowley asked sarcastically.
"Well, it's not the Four Seasons, but I'll live."
Crowley smiled. "I like you. You've got wit. unfortunately, that won't save you."
"So, if my husband stops completing the trials, you'll let me live? Sorry, Crowley, but he will finish this. You and your black-eyed buddies will be locked up and I'll just sit back and smile."
"You believe Sam won't choose saving you over these trials? You really don't know Sam Winchester, sweetheart."
"No, I know him. He will manage to do both," and I smiled.
I saw fury wash over Crowley's face and He punched me.
I licked the blood off my lip.
"I hit a nerve, huh?"
He took out an angel blade and ran it along my jaw.
"Keep on. I'll peel the flesh from your face."
Sam called my phone over three times.
"Dean, Jalissa always answers her phone. I'm starting to get worried."
Dean agreed. "Plus, she's been gone close to a half hour now."
Sam got up and got his coat on. He needed to find her.
All of the sudden, a message popped up on Sam's computer.
New Video Message: From, unknown.
Sam clicked on it. Crowley was sitting at his desk recording this.
"Hello, boys. You probably noticed you're one Winchester short. You know her, right moose? If you decide to do the third trial, I will remove her pretty head from her shoulders. It's up to you. But, i insist you take my advice. Stop what you're doing, I'll give you your girl back."
The video cut out.
Sam kicked a chair over and started running his hands through his hair. This can't be happening. His heart sunk. He hasn't felt like this since he saw Jessica burning on the ceiling. It was one feeling he never wanted to experience again. But, here he was.
"Dean, I can't complete that trial."
"Sammy.."
"Dean, did you not hear him! He's got my wife!"
Dean stepped back. He never seen Sam so angry before.
"Sammy, I know. This is why we are going to find Metatron. He could help us get her back and complete the final trial. Come on, man. I can't imagine how you feel right now. But, I need your head in the game right now."
Dean was right.
Sam started to calm down and his breathing steadied. he took Dean's keys to the impala off the table.
"You're right. Let's go. "