Chapter 2: Dean
As we were talking I heard Chrissie scream. I knew that she wouldn't scream unless she was in trouble. So this meant that she was in trouble. I got up from the booth and I shouted Chrissie's name.
"Chrissie?" I shouted. No reply.
"Chrissie?!" Still no reply.
"Chrissie?! Come on answer me!" I ran back to the bathroom. I shoved the door open and went in. I scoured the bathroom for any sign of Chrissie. I was about to leave when something caught my eye. It was yellow powder. Sulfur. I went back to the booth shaken up. Not only had I just lost my best friend and girlfriend. She was taken by a demon. One that I didn't know. I sat back down and put my head in my hands.
"Ugh. What am I gonna do? I already lost mom and dad. And now I lost Chrissie! Great. We gotta track this thing down and find Chrissie." I sighed. Sam came over and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Dean, don't worry. We'll find Chrissie and kill that thing whatever it is. Dean I promise that to you. I don't like seeing you like this, but I promise we will find Chrissie." Sam said in a reassuring tone.
"But first off we gotta talk to someone who knows demons, one better than us. Someone like Ash." Sam said.
"You're right Sammy. Let's go find someone. I wonder if Chrissie has her cellphone." Dean half-said to himself.
"If Chrissie has her cellphone then we can track her cellphone and find out where she is. Someone get a computer." I half yelled/shouted. Sammy pulled out his laptop and opened it up.
"So what's Chrissie's phone number." Sammy asked me.
"245-336-6789" I replied in a rushed tone. I watched Sammy type in the numbers furiously. We waited a few minutes in silence when we heard a ping. That meant that Chrissie had her phone with her. Either that or it was still in the diner somewhere. I searched the screen for a red dot when one met my eyes. I pointed at the screen.
"There. We need to go there. That's where Chrissie's phone is. And that is probably where Chrissie is. Alright people let's go." I said. Sammy grabbed my arm.
"Dean we can't go yet. First of all we don't even know what took Chrissie. Second of all we don't know if Chrissie even has her phone . Third of all we need to find out what took her so we can find out how to kill it. I know how much you want to go out now and save her but you can't, not until we find out what took her and how to kill it." Sammy said. in a serious tone. I sighed.
"Yeah, but you don't have a girlfriend out there, who is all alone who was kidnapped by some demon! We kinda know where she is but not really. And we don't even know what took her. How would you feel in this situation?! Huh? How would you feel if I was out there? Well if we wanna rescue her, we better find out all we can." I said in a very frustrated tone. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the diner. I put the keys into the Impala and started driving. I drove all the way to the hotel where we were staying. I went inside and sat on the bed with my head in my hands. I sighed. I got up and I kicked the bed.
"God Chrissie. Where are you. WHERE ARE YOU?!" I screamed. I kicked the bed again, then I got an idea. I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. I got in and started driving. I kept checking my phone for where the red dot was. I kept following the red dot. I finally stopped once I got to an old abandoned factory building. I would do anything to protect Chrissie. I went to the trunk and I opened it up. I pulled out the false bottom and propped it up with a rifle. I rifled through all that crap until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed some salt, a rifle, and a wooden stake. Just in case. I closed the trunk. I cocked the rifle and opened the door. I quietly walked in. I peered around the next corner. I found Chrissie unconscious, tied up and hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. I quickly ran over to her and gently shook her. She didn't wake up. I quietly called her name.
"Chrissie, it's me Dean! I need you to wake up! Come on. Please. I'm begging you, please wake up! I love you, you HAVE to wake up. I can't go on without you." I said with tears streaming down my face. I held her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. I yearned for her to kiss me back. I heard the door close and I turned around. I saw a ghostly figure in the shadows.
"Don't come any closer. I will kill you." I said. The thing kept coming. I trembled. I heard whispers that said my name. Dean Winchester…..Dean Winchester….Dean Winchester. You know that you can't save her. Just like you couldn't save your father, or your precious mother. You probably wouldn't even be able to save your pathetic brother. You might not even be able to save yourself. Seriously! You call yourself a hunter? I've never seen anyone as pathetic as you. Not even your father was as bad as you. The ghost seemed as if it spit on me. Not that I felt it. Just then the door burst open. Sammy, Alyssa, and Ellen appeared. They were all holding rifles and wooden stakes. I couldn't tell if they had salt or not, because I was to absorbed in saving Chrissie. The ghost/demon thing hissed. Then all hell broke loose. Sammy and Ellen took on Ghosty Demon Thing, while Alyssa and I tried to save Chrissie.