"April!" Michael shouted as he jumped off of the bed.
He bolted across the hall and into April's room to find her lying unconscious in the arms of a large man with black eyes.
"Leave her alone!" Michael yelled, talking a step into the room.
The demon revealed a dagger that had been in his coat and brought it up to April's throat. "Uh ah, don't take another step or I slice her pretty little throat right here and now."
"What do you want with her?" Michael snapped.
The demon's eyes glowered. "She took someone very dear to me. Now she will pay."
Suddenly, he was gone.
"Damn him," Michael growled.
He ran his hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Think, Michael, think."
It was then Michael noticed the whining. He followed the sound to the stairway to find Toby on his side at the bottom of the stairs.
He probably barked and the demon threw him down there. Michael felt his anger rise as he bounded down the stairs.
When he reached the bottom he squatted next to the dog to examine him. Toby was mostly quiet until Michael lifted his front right paw. As he did, Toby gave a sharp yelp and pulled the leg out of his grasp.
Michael shushed him and took it back slowly before he pressed down slightly on his paw, feeling for anything broken.
"It's just sprained boy," Michael murmured as he put it back down.
He patted Toby's stomach and stood to continue out of the house to April's pick-up truck.
She kept her hunting gear in a tool box on its backseat. He needed to get supplies from it for the spell he was going to use to find April.
Michael flung one of the truck's back doors open and pulled the tool box off the seat before dropping it onto the ground. He kneeled beside it and began sorting through the stuff inside. They split into two piles: one pile was for what he needed; the other was for what he'd put back in the box.
Michael put one candle, a lighter, a book of maps, and chalk into the pile to use then shoved the other stuff back into the box before throwing it back into the vehicle.
He then headed back into April's house with the objects wrapped up in his arms and dumped them onto the kitchen bar.
"Something with her DNA," Michael muttered to himself.
He thought hard and then it came to him. "Hair brush, of course."
Michael ran up the stairs and into the bathroom to take out April's brush and pulled several strands of her dark hair out of it and brought the strands to the kitchen.
With everything collected Michael placed a large sheet of poster paper that April had in her office on the kitchen floor and drew an Enochian locating sigil on it in chalk. After doing so he placed the candle in the middle of it and lit it up.
As the flame burned the wax of the candle Michael sat Indian style on the floor in front of it and closed his eyes before starting to chant the spell that would help him search for April. He had never used it before because he'd never needed to, but he had seen some of the less experienced, less powerful angels do it when they had trouble tracking down a demon. It could work for April too. She didn't have an Enochian protection symbol like the Winchesters had.
When Michael spoke the final words to the spell he dropped April's hair into the flames and it spiked to greater heights before dropping back to its normal level.
Michael then touched the flame with the US map from the map book he'd brought inside and the fire took to it and burned and burned until suddenly it died out and all that was left was a tiny piece of paper.
April was still in Plentywood so that meant the demon was too. Michael ripped out the local map in the map book and set fire to it as well.
The charred piece left behind suggested that the demon had April locked up in an old warehouse on the other side of town.
Michael blew out the candle and stood quickly. He had to hurry. The demon would most likely toy with April before killing her, but he doubted that he had very long.
Michael played with the idea of using the pick-up to drive over to the place but he decided to dismiss the idea. He didn't know how to drive. Besides, he didn't even know where the keys were. April had hidden them. Even he wouldn't be able to find it soon enough. Hunters were keen. They all knew how to hide their belongings.
So that left Michael no choice but to do it the old fashioned way.
He grabbed a knife, holy water, and a bag of salt before making sure his boots were tied tight.
When he straightened, Michael spotted Toby looking up at him with big brown eyes. He was standing with his hurt paw slightly lifted off the ground.
"Don't wait up boy."
Michael stepped outside and ran like hell.