Welcome back for chapter forty. We're switching to Cara's point of view, as a reminder. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my idea and OC. Everything else belongs to it's respective owners. Including the idea of a vampire being cursed with a soul which I borrowed and made it a demon born with a soul. No infringement intended.
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers for S1 Ep15: Benders. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you do so. You were warned.

Rocky Road

I heard the footsteps stop so I tried to listen for any sounds of struggle or anything really. "Sam. Are you hurt?" Thank God for Dean.

"No."

"Damn, it's good to see you. Sam, have you seen,"

"She should be around here somewhere. They took her and I'm pretty sure they hung her to the ceiling."

"They what?"

"Over here." I heard footsteps come towards me and I grimaced as I shifted to get myself in a more comfortable position in my restraints.

"Oh my God. What did they do to you?"

"Easier question is what didn't they do to me." I watched Dean's jaw clench and I rolled my eyes. "Not that. Lord knows they tried. A couple of them have a few less teeth and some broken fingers."

"That's my girl." I forced a smile and was about to say something to Dean before he kissed me like he did in the parking lot. Now wasn't the time but I wasn't arguing. He pulled away and I watched a tear slide down his face. "Now, how are we going to get you out of here?"

"How did you get out of the cuffs?" I watched Dean wheel around to see the officer tilting her head at him.

"Oh, I know a trick or two."

"Go help Sam. I'll figure a way out of this." Dean nodded at me and went back to Sam's cage.

"Whoa. These locks look like they're going to be a bitch."

"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there." I figured Sam was pointing Dean in the direction of the control case I couldn't crack earlier. I looked up at the chain holding my restraints and noticed a gap where I could slip my restraints out of. I grabbed a hold of the chain, mustered my strength and pulled myself high enough to get my restraints through the gap. I landed softly on my feet, cringing because of the many cuts, bruises and probably fractured bones that were now on my body. I walked over to Dean, holding my side where the rednecks felt they should try to gut me but didn't get too far before I knocked what teeth they had left out of their mouth.

"Have you seen them?"

"Yeah. Dude, they're just people."

"And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo."

"What do they want?"

"I don't know. They let Jenkins go but it was some kind of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"They're probably just rednecks that think this is some sort of big game hunt. Some people are sick that way." I walked back into view, making Dean raise his eyebrows at me. "Told you I'd find a way out."

"Well that's the point. With our usual playmates, there's rules patterns but with people, they're just crazy.

"See anything else out there?"

"Uh, he's got about a dozen junked cars out back, plates from all over. So I'm thinking when they take someone, they take their car too."

"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?"

"Yeah, actually I did."

"Your brother's." The officer nodded. "I'm sorry. Let's get you guys out of here. Then we'll go take care of those bastards. This thing takes a key. Key?"

"I don't know."

"It does."

"Alright, I better go find it."

"I'm going with you."

"Fat chance. Stay here." I gave Dean an unamused look and walked out before he did. "Damn it."

"Hey." We both turned around. "Be careful."

"Yeah." Dean followed me out of the barn after closing the panel door. I led him to another building where I realized that these restraints were making too much noise. "Quiet it down, will ya?"

"Oh shut up." I wrapped my hands in my shirt and it silenced the sound enough to where you'd have to be on top of us to hear it. Dean turned on his flashlight, blinding himself momentarily. "Smooth move."

"Shut up." Walking around the room, I saw tools that looked very familiar to me and jars filled with formaldehyde and God knows what else. Dean tapped on one and I rolled my eyes. "Yikes." We rounded the corner and Dean point his flashlight at a wall of photos that were of these rednecks and their catches. We looked at each other as he picked up a picture of the rednecks with Jenkins. "I'll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy." Dean made his way up the stairs and I had a bad feeling about this. I followed him into what turned out to be the home of these rednecks. Dean peeked his head around the corner to look at who was in the kitchen and I pulled him back before the guy turned. I mouthed 'are you crazy?' to him and he just rolled his eyes at me. We walked through the rest of the house until we got to a room where Dean picked something up off the table. I looked at it and it was a jar full of teeth, making me cringe. Dean turned around and there was a little girl standing behind him. He looked around to make sure no one else was around. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you." I watched the little girl take out a small knife and smile.

"I know." I pushed Dean out-of-the-way as the girl threw the knife, making it go into my right side. "Daddy!" Oh, here we go.

-FIN-

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