Chapter Four

Zoey groaned, coming to as the sunlight streamed in the dirty building. She glanced around, wondering why she felt so weak until she looked up and her heart sank. There above her, was a witch's trap. She recognized the building as the old Abernathy warehouse right outside of Salem. How ironic that her family had built the very structure she was fated to die in. "Zoey, darling, I'm so relieved to see our little fight didn't kill you." Lukas Gregory, an ex-boyfriend of hers said cheerfully as he pulled up a chair just outside of the trap. "Now, sweetheart, you only have twenty-two hours left, unless we come to an agreement."

"What do you want, Lukas?" She asked wearily, sitting down across from him.

"You." He said simply. "I knew, as soon as I heard Crowley saying to your brother that the hunter was going to propose to you, I had to do something."

She frowned. "Get to the point."

"You're a witch, Zoey! You deserve better than the brainless human who kick started the Apocalypse. So, I intervened and made you come to your senses, sending you back to me. I knew though, that-"

"What did you do to Sam?" She hissed, knowing the trap was the only thing keeping him alive right that minute.

"Just a simple little mind-control spell, nothing major. Your precious hunter is alive, at least for now. I just made him say the things he was thinking."

"You bastard! I broke up with Sam for nothing?"

"SHUT UP!" He roared and suddenly, Zoey couldn't speak. "Thank you. Here are my terms. Agree to marry me and I'll let you out. Don't and I either leave you in here or kill you, whichever I decide will be more fun."

He snapped his fingers and she got her voice back. "Lukas, what did you do to yourself?" She asked, not wanting to know the answer. "You took me down and I'm way more powerful than you are."

"Than I used to be, sweetie." He grinned and his eyes flashed black. "It's incredible the power you get when you allow a demon to possess you."

"That was extremely stupid, even for you."

Lukas clenched his fist, glaring at her, and her wrist bone snapped. She screamed, fighting back tears at the sudden pain. "Watch your tongue, bitch." He startled her by laughing all of the sudden. "So, what's your answer?"

"Go to hell." She spat, holding her broken wrist.

"You're not going to get out of here alive, so I suggest you change your tune, Bloodworth." He started to walk away.

"You'll still let me out if I say yes, right?" She called after him, desperate for her powers.

"Not anymore. You'll die either way." He slammed the door to the warehouse, leaving her alone.

Zoey wiped the tears away. She couldn't let him get to her, no matter what. The hope that somehow Sam and Dean knew she was in trouble and would come find her, but it had been over a year and, after the first two weeks of Sam calling every day, he'd suddenly stopped. She'd broken his heart; why would he come after her now? "I guess I deserve this, huh?" She spoke to no one in particular.

Complicated angel and demon proofing covered the old walls, preventing her from calling out to any of her friends. Her cellphone was in her bedroom at home, further isolating her. She had to laugh at the absurdity of catching her without the phone, as normally it stayed in her pocket.

Zoey began to grow weaker and, though she fought the urge to fall asleep, her eyes closed of their own accord. She was running toward Sam, but he kept getting further away instead of closer. Lukas cackled and chains stopped her mid-step. Sam turned around and called, "You're in this on your own."

She woke, her heart pounding. Zoey realized she had no right to hope for Sam or Dean to come, not after leaving him like that. She, for once in her life, was all alone and completely powerless. The seconds in isolation dragged by, turning into minutes, turning into hours. Suddenly, the door creaked open and Zoey wished Lukas would just kill her and get it over with. But, the footsteps drawing nearer were heavier than his and the voice- Sam's voice. Zoey stared hard at her ex-boyfriend. "Go away." She told the hallucination. "This isn't funny."

The hallucination knelt down beside her. God, her mind even made it smell like him. "Zoey, I'm not leaving without you."

"You're not really here." She argued, sticking her tongue out at it.

It sighed. "Yes I am."

She opened her mouth to retort, but her vision blurred and the world went black.