I opened my eyes slowly and groaned a little as everything clicked into place. I looked around but everything was dark. My arms were tied together above my head and based on the pain in my shoulders and the fact i couldn't feel my arms indicated that i had been here for a while. There was a click behind me and a soft glow illuminated the room. It seemed to be some sort of half built room with steel beams going from ceiling to floor. By the looks of it there were two other girls in the same boat i was. I heard something moving behind me and a whimper come from a girl followed by a weak 'please no' and cruel laughter from a man. Okay, three other girls then. I tried to turn my head to get a view but i couldn't see anything. There was another soft click and darkness again.
I sat there for what felt like ages before someone came back into the room. My intentions were to get whoever's attention was there and demand answers. However i couldn't find my voice and i felt a sharp yank on my shoulders making me stand. I was spun around and squinted against the light that came from a door a few feet away. I struggled to fight back but my legs were like jello and I still couldn't feel my arms. I was shoved through the door and into a long corridor that was brightly lit. Who ever my captor was stayed behind me and pushed me down a series of halls and rooms to the point where I actually lost track. We finally stopped in a white room where I was forced into a chair and tied again. I heard the door close behind me and suddenly I was all alone. Feeling was coming back into my arms but they still burned. I heard the door open again and saw Caleb walk around me smiling smugly.
"Emma Cornerstone." Caleb said tipping his head to the side slightly. "I must admit. I was hoping for more of a fight before I killed you." He said and shrugged. "But it is what it is I suppose."
"I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong person." I said genuinely confused. "I'm not Emma Cornerstone. Its Emily Winchester." I frowned. "So why don't you just let me go and I'll be on my way and pretend nothing ever happened." I smirked knowing it was useless.
"Ah yes. That is what they call you isn't it." Caleb starting to pace back and forth in front of me. "Not that it will matter much longer." He said stopping and looking at me. He knelt down so he was eye level with me. "How long do you think it will take to bleed out a Winchester?" He whispered darkly with a wicked grin.
My jaw tightened and my eyes narrowed. "I'd keep asking around, because you'll never find out." I growled back. He reached behind him and pulled out a long silver blade. My heart started pounding in my chest as I tried my restraints. Must to my dismay they were much too tight and dug into my wrists harder.
"Why ask when I can test it before they show up?" He smirked passing the blade between his hands and moved closer to me.
"But you said I wasn't a Winchester." I interjected quickly and he just let out a cruel laugh. My legs were close to being loose but I had a feeling there wasn't much hope for my hands. I guess I could just stand and swing the chair around as a weapon. That'd be quite the sight.
"While you are right, I suppose you've been with them enough to become one of them." He said pressing the blade against my arm.
With one finale jerk of my legs I got one free and kicked him the best I could manage while sitting and him hovering over me. This resorted in one of two things: he stumbled back probably in more surprise than pain, but the knife in his hand slid across my arm cutting deep. I snarled a curse and broke my other leg loose. Okay well there was that but he already recovered and flashed me a scary smile and i lifted my chin defiantly. "Wanna try that again?" I asked
"Oh I will." He said moving closer again but a little more cautious. "But it seems you still did the work for me the first time." He said casting a brief glance at my bleeding arm.
I hated to admit but it was bleeding pretty good and was already dripping on the ground already. "Then i guess you better start a timer." I said lacing it with sarcasm, but watching him closely. I suppose my mistake was watching the blade and not the rest of what he was doing because next thing I knew I was looking at the ceiling and laying on my back. Pain shot up my arms from the sudden drop and he laughed as he looked down at me. However, he kept back far enough from my feet. A thought went through my mind that actually made me laugh despite the situation and he frowned at me. I wiggled one foot a little before flinging my sneaker at him. I heard the blade drop to the floor and i rolled to my side before trying my wrists one more time. He stalked back over and yanked me up. He cut my ties and took both my hands in one of his holding me still despite me trying to get away.
"You're testing my patience." He snarled and slammed me against the wall with my hands above my head.
I momentarily saw black spots and his free hand went around my throat. I really started struggling at this point trying to do anything but he had me too pinned to the wall. Almost like he had done this before. "You wont get away with this." I struggled to get out.
"Oh trust me. I already have." He smiled and whispered into my ear before applying more pressure.
I gave up on trying because it seemed to make it worse. I came to terms that this is how i was going to die. By the hands of some nutzoid who probably wasn't even a vampire. My vision was going black around the edges and it was all i could do to even get a small breath in. I closed my eyes and was suddenly dropped from being held up against the wall. I heard shouting but couldn't make any of it out. The sound of a gun going off and something heavy dropping to the floor is what brought me back. I rolled onto my back gasping and coughing as things started to come back to me. I heard another gun shot and something else drop and suddenly Sam was over top of me.
"Emily!" He exclaimed pulling me upright. His urgency lessened when he saw me staring back at him. "Oh thank God." He huffed out and took in my condition with one sweeping gaze. His face scrunched at my arm which was still bleeding. Something moved behind him and he looked over his shoulder before letting me sit against the wall.
Dean was slowly standing behind Sam while holding his shoulder and looking at the body of Caleb. "Damn that hurt." He said through gritted teeth.
"Dean." I started to say but it hurt to talk. Lovely. He waved a hand at me to show not to worry about it but I still did. This was all my fault. I should have tried harder. The three of us just kinda looked between each other. I swallowed and looked at Sam who had started bandaging my arm. If he had a gun why didn't he just pull that on me. I wondered silently as I looked at the body laying by the chair I had been tethered to. I let Sam lift me to my feet before finding my voice again. "You guys know how to wait until the last minute don't you." I grumble and Dean smile.
"But we got here." He said pulling off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders since i still only had the dress on from last night.
"Wait." I frowned but we kept walking. "I heard a shot and then something drop. Twice. What was it the first time?" I asked knowing a shot to the shoulder wouldn't drop someone. Not Dean anyway.
Dean snorted with amusement as we started walking and Sam dropped his head. "Well Sammy here couldn't run straight and decided to test gravity." Dean said nudging Sam with his arm.
"I tripped over an uneven...something. I'm not really sure." Sam said turning a little red as I laughed a little and he just shrugged it off
We made our way out of the building after making several turns down brightly light hallways. I looked out one wall length window and saw we were still in the city and at a dizzying height. I turned my gaze away as we stepped into an elevator. The rest of the way out and to the car was rather silent other than a few 'other way' from Dean after taking a wrong turn. After everything that happened I slid into the back of the Impala and almost instantly fell asleep.