Casey did end up having quite a bit of fun. Fisher took her bowling (something she hadn't done since she was a child) and then to get ice cream after. Now, they were laughing and telling embarrassing stories about their family members.

"…and then they chucked holy water into Dean's face!" Casey giggled.

Fisher was laughing too. "That's nothing. One time, my dad and I turned an entire water tower into holy water. All the demons in the city totally flipped their lids!"

Casey laughed and then sighed. "This is the most fun I've had in a long time. Thank you, Fisher."

"Don't mention it. But you know-" he slid his hand across the table to grab Casey's. "-it doesn't have to end just yet."

Casey's eyes widened when she realized what he was implying.

"Oh, um… I'm not really into that sort of thing. I know my brothers are into one night stands, but I prefer stable relationships."

Fisher's eyes darkened, yet his smile never wavered. "But I took you bowling. And I bought you ice cream. It's the least you could do, don't you think?"

Casey was starting to get nervous. She had her phone with her and she knew her brothers would be there in minutes if she called for help, but still…

"Wait a second, you thought that bowling and ice cream was some sort of investment?" she asked, trying to pull her hand out of his.

He held her hand firmly, not letting it out of his grasp. "How about we go back to my place so that the fun can continue, hmm?"

She yanked her arm as hard as she could, finally freeing it from his grasp. "No," she stated firmly.

Then the smile left.

And Casey finally realized what had been bugging her the day before.

She recognized him.

"Wait for a second-"

Fisher, realizing immediately that she now knew who he was, slapped a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbed her hand.

"If you make a scene, I'll whip the gun out of my pocket and kill everyone in this ice cream parlor," he whispered menacingly into her ear.

Her eyes widened in fear as she nodded, letting him guide her outside. There were kids in that ice cream parlor. Her freedom wasn't worth their lives. Quiet as a mouse, she removed her phone from her pants pocket and dropped it into one of her boots.

"Let's put on a show, shall we?" Fisher said in an unsettlingly calm voice. "Open the door and put on your seat belt. I can still shoot up that parlor from here."

Casey did as she was told. Her hands were shaking so hard that it took a few tries to get the buckle done, but once she did she laid her hands nicely in her lap so that he could see where they were. She wasn't doing anything to risk the lives of all those innocent people.

Fisher started the car and locked the doors so she couldn't escape. As he pulled out of the parking lot, Casey began formulating a plan to escape. She knew that there wasn't any cell reception where Fisher lived; it was too remote. She would have to find a way to get a message to her brothers before then.

Wait a second…

Cas, if you can hear me, I need help. Tell Sam and Dean to go to Fisher's house, and hurry!

She was desperately praying that Cas would get her message. She wasn't sure how the whole praying thing worked that Dean did, but he was her only hope at the moment. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt faint. She couldn't remember that last time she'd felt this afraid….

Scratch that. Yes, she could. She wished she could forget the last time she'd felt this afraid.

"You don't need to worry, sweetheart," Fisher cooed. "I'll be gentle with you. Then, when we're done, I'll let you free and Dad can have his fun hunting you down…"

Something clicked in her head. "It was you… you guys are the ones responsible for all the bodies…"

Fisher grinned. "I must say, your rugaru idea wasn't really that far off…"

Was this what a panic attack felt like? She'd never had one before, but she always imagined that they'd feel like this. Fast heartbeat, shaky hands, lightheadedness, extreme fear…

She kept repeating her message to Cas over and over in her head, hoping with every fiber of her being that he would hear.

Please hurry, please hurry, I'm so scared… I'm so scared…

That car ride was possibly the longest of her life. Fisher and his father lived about twenty minutes from town. Casey calculated and discerned that if Cas had gotten her message and given it to the boys, they would be here in about fifteen minutes. She had to distract him until then. If they didn't come by then… Casey shuddered at the thought of the alternative.

The minute Fisher parked the car and unlocked the doors, Casey took off in a dead sprint into the woods.