Chapter One-

Abelia woke with a start, jerking forward to realize she couldn't move. She was laying naked on a metal table, leather straps placed strategically so that she couldn't move, but also wasn't as exposed as she could be.

"Oh God," she whispered, comprehending her situation.

Her head pounded, she was starving, and her mouth was dry. The smell of blood filled the air, and she strained her head to see bruises and cuts decorating her body.

A demon next to her picked up a knife, and traced the tip over the planes of her abdomen.

"What do you know about the Winchesters?" He asked darkly.

"The Winchesters?" she replies weakly, fear in her voice.

"Where are they?" he demands, putting pressure on the knife, drawing blood.

Abelia grits her teeth.

"I don't know. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, you worthless son of a bitch."

The demon cuts across her abdomen, leaving a semi-deep gash.

"I figured as much. How about this, you tell me where they are, and I'll let you go, with all your limbs." He whispered in her ear, his sour breath filling her nostrils.

"I don't know!" she gasped.

"Don't lie to me, you disgusting bitch!" He shouted, swiping his hand in the air. The table slammed back into a wall, jarring Abelia and making her head spin.

"I know who you are, you pathetic human. They'll come for you. I have demons everywhere, just waiting to get caught by the Winchesters."

"Don't you dare!" she screamed. "Don't you dare touch them!"

He chuckled, "Oh, hit a soft spot, did I?"

He walked over to his tools, picking up a syringe. Another man walked in and whispered something in her torturer's ear. A smile spread across his face and he looked at her.

"No matter now, I have what I want. They're coming to save you."

MEANWHILE

"Hey, Dean, I think we got something," Sam called from inside the Impala as Dean walked up.

"Yeah, whatcha got?"

"Three deaths in the past week, also a tourist has gone missing. Twenty year old girl."

"Where?" Dean asked.

"Uh, Springfield, Missouri," replied Sam.

"Well let's get one it! I'm always up for saving a damsel in distress," Dean said, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Of course you are," Sam sighed.

A couple of minutes later they were flying down the highway, headed to Springfield, Missouri.

"Hey Dean, do you recognize the name Abelia?"

"Not really. What about her?"

Sam ignored him, opting to flip through their father's journal. He gave a cry of exclamation when he found it.

"Here we go! Abelia. She's mentioned about fourteen years ago. 'Abelia's mother is dead. She goes to her first foster home tomorrow.' Again eight years ago. 'Abelia is being moved. She'll be safer.' What's that mean?"

"Maybe she's a kid involved in a case?" Dean suggested.

"And she's still alive?" Sam dismissed it, shaking his head.

"Hey, it happens!" Dean argued.

Sam just looks sideways at him, and they continue driving.

Arriving in Springfield Sam called the police department and requested information on the missing girl. They were directed to a small yellow house with two dogwoods in front. Dean knocked on the front door. A teenage girl opened the door, looking out nervously.

"Hello? How can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi, I'm Agent Roark and this is Agent Wynand. We're here to ask you a few questions," said Sam gently.

"Oh of course, come on in. It this about Bels?"

"Uh… yes. We were told that Abelia Scott was staying with you."

"Yeah, she was. But, Scott's not her name anymore."

Dean looked up in surprise. "What is it?"

The girl looked up at him, "She hasn't legally changed it, but she goes by Abelia Winchester. She's trying to find her brothers."

Sam looked at Dean in alarm.

"Did you say Winchester?"

"Yeah. Why, is that important?" the girl replied questioningly.

"Just gives us another name to look at," said Dean helpfully. "Not, can you tell us, did Abelia ever act strangely, talk about monsters at all?"

"Well," explained the girl, "A little bit when we were growing up, she thought demons killed her mom. She was six when it happened, it really messed with her. But recently it seems that's all she talks about. I was starting to get really worried about her. She would say that the black eyed demons were following her. That she had to get to her brothers before it was too late."

"Did you catch their names, by any chance?" asked Sam.

"Well no, but I can show you her room. It might be in there. I'll warn you now though, it's a bit disturbing."

She led them down the stairs, into the basement.

"Here it is."

They walked in, to face a room covered with missing person's reports, maps, sigils, devil's traps, and a line of salt across every door and window.

"Holy crap," Dean muttered.

"She's really a sweet girl, I promise. She just… has a problem."

"How do you know Abelia?" Sam asked.

"We were in the same foster home for a while. We stayed in touch. She owns this house, and she lets me stay here. She's my best friend."

"Well," Dean said, "We're trying our hardest to find her. If there's anything else you can tell us, that would really help."

"Well," she responded, her eyes flashing black, "We have the loyal one."