Rescue from the Hillbilly's

In the basement, "I don't think it's working." Derek said, looking bored with his chin propped into his palm, elbow on his knee. He was watching Sam from his cage trying to pull down a metal wire from above his cage.

"Just give it up, Sammy." Jenkins said across from them.

That seemed to ignite something in Sam because he started yanking harder, using all his strength, muscles rippling as he did so. With each word, he yanked harder. "Don't. Call. Me. Sammy!" With a groan, he finally broke the metal wire. Something fell out on top of him as he hit the ground. Derek sat up on his knees curiously, trying to get a good look.

"What is it?" Jenkins called from his cage.

Sam picked it up from where it had landed between his legs. "It's a bracket."

Jenkins was a dick as usual. "Well thank God, a bracket. Now we've got 'em."

"At least he did something instead of just sitting on his ass whining." Derek called. It was a good thing they were in separate cages cause it looks like Jenkins wanted to go through the cage and give him a good beaten.

Before he could whine back, everyone fell silent. The electric door on Jenkins cage had just clicked as it unlocked, and swung open. "Must've been a short." Jenkins decided, climbing out. "Maybe you knocked something loose."

Derek sighed, leaning his head on the cold bars with a light grip on them. "Of course, the dick's cage is the one that opens."

Sam apparently didn't share that sentiment, looking worried, like it was one big elaborate trap. Derek didn't know why these hillbilly's would need a trap, they were all already locked up. "I think you should get back in there, Jenkins." Sam said, with caution in his voice. "This isn't right." Why shouldn't he try escaping, Derek thought naively, at least it'd be quieter in here.

"Don't you wanna get out of here?" Jenkins demanded with a sneer. Derek glanced around the small five foot cage. He was fine in small spaces, it was needles that got him the jitters. But who wouldn't want to be free, humans weren't meant to be caged like this.

"Yeah, but that was too easy." Sam said.

Jenkins scoffed, "Look, I'm gonna get out of here and I'm gonna send help." He headed towards the door. Derek doubted the guy was ever coming back.

Nonetheless, "Bring decent food!" Derek shouted after him as he disappeared out the door. Several long minutes passed before they heard Jenkins screaming. The kind of screaming someone had when they were being killed. Derek started to shake, he paled, oh god, he was really going to die. He was going to die without getting Chris' phone number and having her brother think he weak for being kidnapped. It didn't occur to him that Sam had also been captured.

Back on the street, "Why are you helping us out?" Dean asked Kathleen.

"Don't press our luck." I hissed to Dean.

"Oh, you're luck is already pressed." Kathleen said. But she sighed, "My brother Riley, disappeared three years ago." And from the sound of it, she never found him. "A lot like Sam." My heart throbbed at the thought of never knowing what happened to Sam. "We searched for him but...nothing." It caused me physical pain to and I shook, thinking of that happening to us. "I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone...let's keep at it." She climbed out of the car leaving Dean and I to stare after her. We shared a look before climbing out as well. This was the first turn off that we'd come to and it was close enough to town without being completely obvious. "You stay here, I'll check it out."

"No way!" Dean said the same time I said, "Not gonna happen."

"You're civilians." Kathleen said, as if that meant we didn't know how to fight and defend. "I know you're a felon." She told me. Damn modern technology and accurate police records. "And I'm pretty sure you are." But she didn't know who Dean actually was or she'd already recently seen him police records. "I'm going by myself."

Three minutes later, "How the hell?" I grumbled under my breath. Kathleen had somehow managed to trick the two of us which led us to be handcuffed together but held to the door handle of the police car. His handcuff, the chain went under the door handle, to my hand. Kathleen locked the door and walked away cockily.

"I gotta start carrying paper clips." Dean grumbled to himself after she'd disappeared from view.

A low grin spread across my face, stretching my pale pink lips. "Well I guess it's a good thing I have a lock pick in the sole of my shoe."

"So that's where you keep it!" Dean said and then stopped. "Damn it, I owe Sammy twenty bucks!"

I raised an eyebrow, "You betted on if I had a lock pick?"

Dean scoffed. "We knew you had one with how much stuff you always pull out. We made a bet on where you kept it.

Several minutes later, Kathleen had just reached an old house far down the road, isolated from anywhere else. She cautiously made her way up the porch steps, feeling like the aged wood would break under her weight at any moment. "Hello, anybody home?" Kathleen called out, knocking on the door. It looked like this place should have been deserted years ago. But then the door swung open, there was a little girl no older than thirteen. Her hair must have been a beautiful long blonde color but you couldn't tell because it was currently being used as a rats nest all over her head and coated in dirt. Just like the rest of her body, her torn tattered old dress and bare feet. The officer didn't know this but the girl's name was Missy. Kathleen used the voice she reserved for children like Missy and traumatized victims. "Hi, who are you?" She asked sweetly.

The seemingly harmless girl stepped closer, prodding a finger at the police badge clipped on Kathleen's belt. "Who are you?" Missy asked, voice cracking a little as if she was unused to speaking.

"I'm, I'm Kathleen." She stuttered over her name. It was probably better telling the child her real name instead of her title. People talked more, easier, when they felt like everything they said wasn't under a microscope of the law leading to they're arrest. "I'm a deputy, what's your name?"

"Missy." The little girl answered just as quiet as before, slowly raising her eyes to meet Kathleen's.

"Missy," Kathleen smiled kindly. "That's a pretty name, is your mom home?" It'd be easier questioning an adult about the surrounding area instead of a young child barely entering her teens.

"She's dead." What Missy didn't say was her dad killed her mom after giving birth to her, roughly nine months after he first kidnapped and raped her, locking her up in the basement for the men's enjoyment till it was to dangerous for a pregnant woman to have sex.

But Kathleen would never know this, nor would she ever know Missy was more like her father than she ever was her mother. The young girl felt no remorse over never knowing the woman that gave her life. "I'm sorry." Kathleen said. Cautiously, she asked, "What about your dad?" In case he was dead as well. Missy shook her head. "No? Can I come in for a minute?" Missy shook her head, taking a step back towards the door. "I just want you to look at a picture." She pulled out a picture of Sam Christina Winchester had apparently swiped from the wallet of whoever the guy who claimed to be an officer really was. "Have you seen this guy?" Missy slowly looked up and a slow grin stretched across her face. But this wasn't a grin a child should have. This grin was wicked, eyes dark and excited, the kind of excitement a crazy person had. "What?" Kathleen asked, surprised at the sudden change from the shy little girl.

Much louder, and looking behind her, Missy said, "That's gonna hurt."

Kathleen turned around started. A man in his forties stood behind her, just as unwashed and dirt coated as his daughter. She couldn't get a word out before he knocked her unconscious with the shovel he carried. "Missy sweetheart, go tell your brothers I wanna see them." Pa Bender said to his youngest.

"Yes, daddy." Missy said sweetly before walking away.

Back at the car, "I can't believe it took you ten minutes to unlock us." Dean combined after I finally got the handcuffs off.

"Hey, I never did it one handed before. So sue me." I scowled, using his shoulder to hold me up long enough to slide the lock pick back into place hidden by the sole of my combat boot. We hurried into the woods arguing just as a pickup truck was pulling up to the police car.

Meanwhile, back in the barn, "Hey, she's awake." Derek called as Kathleen slowly sat up, rubbing her head. She didn't know she was in the cage that once held Jenkins. Her jacket was missing, leaving her in a now dirty white tshirt and her ponytail had apparently gone missing so her hair was a mess around her head.

"You alright?" Sam asked urgently.

Kathleen squinted a little, making him out from the light coming from the high windows. "Are you Sam Winchester?" Surprised, Sam nodded. Her head was fuzzy before she managed to get out the words. "You're uh, your cousin and sister are looking for you." Derek was curious, cousin? What happened to her other brother?

Sam was visibly relieved, as if he knew everything was going to be okay now just because they were looking for him. But what could two people do against a whole family of nuts. Derek didn't know to them what being a Winchester meant; he didn't know that hunting things, saving people, was they're family business. "Thank God, where are they?"

"I uh," she thought for a moment trying to clear her head. "I cuffed them to my car." Sam shook his head, that just meant it would take longer, not that they weren't coming.

"Oh...great." Derek said. He was torn between relieved and annoyed. Annoyed that meant there was no help coming and relieved because Chris wouldn't end up in the cell next to him.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Kathleen just noticed the extra person.

"Derek Matthews." He muttered just as the door swung open. Everyone froze as someone snuck in.

"Sam?" A feminine voice called out. Chris stepped out of the shadows. "Are you hurt?" She rushed to his cage panicking. Derek blushed, damn it, how embarrassing being found by your crush locked in a cage by a bunch of psychos'.

"I'm fine, I met your friend." Sam smirked. Chris looked at him confused. "Why didn't you ever tell me about your friend Derek?"

"Hmmm, Derek?" Chris repeated, startled by the name. How did Sam know about Derek? She'd surely never mentioned him. She knew exactly what brothers did from listening to stories growing up or being around temporarily foster brothers. It usually led to endless teasing or the boy running scared cause they're being threatened by said so called brothers. And these were her real brothers now, she didn't even know what they would do.

Derek sighed, figuring he might as well get this over with and waved. "Hey Chris, nice to see you again." Derek said weakly, so embarrassing.

Chris stepped towards his cage, jaw dropping a little. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" She did not want him to know what her job really was. He would run the other way and never come back if he knew about what she really did. And she quite liked having him around those brief moments she did.

"Oh, you know...the usual, thought getting kidnapped was fun." Shit, how was she supposed to get him out alive without revealing she was a hunter?"

"Hey, where's Dean?" Sam suddenly asked, snapping her from her thoughts.

"Oh, uh, we got separated so I came to check out the barn." I stuttered for a moment.

"How'd you get out of the cuffs?" Kathleen asked.

I scoffed, "Chains can't hold a Winchester for long." It was child's play getting out of those even if it had taken a little time. I got to my knees in front of a cage. First thing first, getting Sam out so he could help. "Fuck, no wonder you haven't broken out yet. These locks are gonna be a bitch."

"You're telling me." Derek said. He'd tried to get it open when he first got here but gave up. It wouldn't give and he had no idea how to pick a lock.

"Well there's some kind of automatic control over there." Sam pointed it out near the door. Stumbling a little over my feet, I hurried off to wall. But everyone froze when we heard someone outside. The door closes to me swung open. Without thinking, I slammed my weight into the door, smacking into the person that had just entered.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cursed loudly, holding his nose as he nearly fell over.

"Oh, Dean!" I gasped surprised, quickly pulling him in and closing the door.

"Are you crazy?" Dean sounded pissed through his slightly bruised nose. "You don't wonder off when we don't know what we're facing!"

"Well I wasn't just stand around and wait for you to decide if it was to dangerous for your little sister!" I shouted back.

"Guys!" Sam shouted, for the first time being the one in the middle. Figuratively of course, being he was stuck in a cage. Derek whistled, damn, that was some sibling tension. "They're just people."

"Wait, what?" I said surprised. People? I knew that people could be like monsters in some cases but seriously, random people nabbed my giant of a little brother? That was a new one. Derek looked confused, was it him or did she sound surprise that people had kidnapped them. What were they expecting, vampires? He mocked to himself in his head. Yeah, like that could happen.

"And they jumped you?" Dean smirked. "Must be getting a little rusty there kiddo."I turned around to figure out the controls, hitting random buttons. "What do they won't?"

"I don't know, they let Jenkins go but that was some sort of trap." Of course it would be. "It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Well that's the point." Dean said. "You know, with our usual playmates, they're rules, there's patterns." Which was a good thing considering they're kind of gig. "But with people, they're just crazy."

"Tell me about it." I said, still clicking buttons. How complicated was this thing?"

"I also found about a dozen bucked cars hidden out back." Dean said. "Plates from all over so I'm thinking when they take something, they take they're car too."

"Shit, they've probably got my truck out there." Derek complained. Everything he owned was in that pickup truck.

"Did you see a black mustang out there, about ten years old?" Kathleen suddenly asked.

"Why does that matter?" I glanced over my shoulder.

"I actually did." Dean said. And then he paused as Kathleen looked down. "Your brother's?" he guessed. My shoulders tensed. "I'm sorry." He said as Kathleen nodded. I didn't know if it was some kind of relief or not to know what finally happened to her brother all those years ago. "Let's get you guys out of here and we'll take care of the bastards."

"One problem." I finally realized what was wrong. "The cages won't open without a key."

"Alright, so I better go find it." Dean decided.

"I'll come with." I stepped to the door.

Dean help up a hand. "Not happening sweetheart, you stay here with them."

I put my hands on my hips, "And are you gonna stop me?" Dean grumbled, he hated it when she got that look on her face. Pretty much meant she wasn't budging.

"Wait, you're going out there?" Derek demanded panicking. He didn't like the idea of Chris going out there, she just looked so small and weak, especially standing beside her brothers who were bigger than most guys he'd met. But he remembered back when she had pinned him to a wall for following her (A/N: see scarecrow episode if you don't remember or missed it). Sure, she was strong but that didn't mean she was strong enough to go head to head with these guys if she had to. Even the police officer had been taken. If she didn't stand a chance, what change did Chris have?

"We'll be fine." I said dismissively, relaxed a little. Hey, they were normal people. That meant I didn't have to explain what happened to Derek if a ghost or some shit popped out of nowhere.

"Hey." Sam stopped them before we could leave. "Be careful."

I smirked, "Aren't we always?" Sam smirked back because he knew the answer. No, no they weren't. Derek was curious, watching they're family interaction as Dean and Chris quickly left. It had been years since he'd had a family but he'd never seen siblings quiet like them. Acting like it was perfectly normal to go into knowingly dangerous situations.

At the house, "This place needs some real light." I muttered, side by side with Dean using our flashlights. The room had shelves filled with jars, I nearly threw up in my mouth. I'm pretty sure each jar held a disembodied body part.

"Yikes." Dean nearly walked into me as he backed away from some unidentifiable in one of the jars.

I noticed something on the wall. "Ew, check this out." I said disgusted. There were photos hanging on the wall. Each photo held the same people but they all had a different dead body in various poses.

"I'll say it again," Dean said, stepping up behind me to look over my shoulder. "Demons I get, people are crazy." Dean nodded towards the stairs and I nodded silently so I followed slightly behind him to the next floor. We went to two separate sides of the room upstairs. I didn't get far before I heard a crash where Dean had gone.

I hurried into the room as a little girl cried, "Daddy!" Dean had a knife pinning his jacket to the wall and a dirt covered barely a teenage girl standing in front of him.

"Hey!" I said surprised as I was grabbed behind under my arms. Someone else grabbed Dean. I bucked wildly, kicking my legs. It was a good thing he had my arms or I would have knocked him out with one punch to the nose. Or at least I surely would have tried, knocked him back at the least.

"Get your hands off her!" Dean shouted, breaking free.

"Dean!" I shouted, he never got the chance to play big brother rescue. A third guy had come up behind Dean, landing a solid hit to the back of the head with a cooking pan. Dean went down like a hot sack of potatoes. I struggled viciously but he grabbed a hold of my hair, slamming my head hard into the wall. Black spots appeared in the corner of my vision. One more hit the head against that wall and I was out for the count.

I'm not sure how much time passed exactly. I just knew I woke up tied to a chair with a goose egg of a bump on the back of my head. Dean was awake in front of me. "What happened?" I muttered, trying to shake the dizziness from me.

"Thank God, you're alive." Dean exclaimed. She'd been so still that he feared they'd done some serious damage to her. He still didn't relax though. "These freaks are after Sam!" Three members of the family stood in various places around us but one was missing. Dean had a scorch mark on his shirt, a darkening bruise that wasn't there before on his chin. Dean had never been this pissed before one of them that was now at the barn kept stroking Chris' hair, saying how pretty she was.

At the barn, the man was standing in front of Sam's now open cage. "Hey, leave him alone!" Derek shouted from his cage, and then wondered who said that? Because surely it couldn't have been him, he didn't have a courageous bone in his body. The bravest thing he'd ever done was sleeping in his truck with the lock on the door's broken so anybody could break in without actually breaking.

"Don't worry." The man named Lee sneered. "You'll get your turn. After we're done here, I can finally get back to that pretty little blonde all tied up and waiting for me." Sam narrowed his eyes. Derek tightened his grip on the bars of his cage, his knuckles white. He was pissed and that was saying something for the normally calm and collected, except when he was having a klutz attack, guy.

Lee pointed his gun on Sam.

At the house, I violently flinched as we heard a gunshot. "You hurt my family, I'll kill you!" Dean snarled, looking more pissed than when he faced a demon. "I'll kill you all, I swear!"

"You let me go so I can shoot you!" I snarled, rocking in my chair trying to wiggle out of my ropes.

When Lee didn't come back after the gunshot, Pa started barking orders. "Jared, you come with me. Missy, you watch them." Pa clearly thought his thirteen year old daughter could keep us good. I was twice her size with twice as many pounds and Dean was bigger than me. Grabbing guns, Pa and Jared left us alone with Missy and her knife to my cheek. It was so close, I could feel the brush of cold steel about to nick me.

At the barn, Kathleen jumped on Jared's back, throwing them to the ground. "Hey!" Derek called, being knocked over as they did. He groaned when he hit his head hard against the bars of the cage, black dancing around the edge of his vision. "You stupid bitch!" Jared said, grabbing his shotgun. Derek sat up woozily, but he couldn't do much. Every time he tried to get up to help, he would fall back over. Damn, he could feel the knot forming on the top of his head.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, just being able to duck as Jared fired the gun. Derek flinched at the loud sound, he had never spent much time around guns. Because Sam dodged, it hit Pa who was coming up behind him. While Jared was distracted with hitting his Pa, Sam grabbed the gun, hitting Jared hard in the hard three fast times in the square of his face. Jared fell over unconscious, getting hurt just a little harder than Derek. Any harder fall and Derek would have lost consciousness as well.

Sam dragged Jared into what had been Kathleen's cage before making sure the door was firmly locked in place. Kathleen was standing over the still breathing Pa with the shotgun. Derek was leaning against the bars of his cage, having dragged himself up and trying to clear his head. Sam quickly left to find Dean and Chris. Chris...Derek tried to sit himself up. But he didn't get far, dropping back down. His head was throbbing. "You hurt my family, I'm gonna bleed you bitch," Jared sneered. "Then I'll let your blood mix with the blood of that boy over there." Derek scowled but couldn't do much else.

Kathleen had tears in her eyes. "You killed my brother."

"Your brother?" Then Pa laughed, a cruel laugh that had Derek flinching. "Now I see." He would never understand how human beings could be so cruel.

"Just tell me why." Kathleen demanded.

Pa let a slow smile spread across his face, reveling yellow teeth. "Because it's fun." He crackled like it was amusing. All Derek could do was look away as Kathleen shot Pa dead.

Several minutes later, "I think I just found a new hate for the country." I said, rubbing my wrists that were raw from the rope burns. With three of us, even two tied to chairs, it hadn't been to hard to subdue Missy.

"Yeah, I'm with you there." Sam said as we walked down the stairs. We met Kathleen who had Derek's arm over her shoulder, helping him over to the house, blood sliding down the side of his face now.

"Hey, you're okay." Derek said in a dazed voice. He nearly fell over but Chris quickly got under his other arm, helping Kathleen sturdy him.

"Was there ever any doubt." I smirked. At least I didn't have to ruin the illusion Derek had on life. Pulling back to curtains so to speak, having to explain how all his nightmares were real and would kill him if given the chance.

"Where's the girl?" Kathleen asked.

"Locked her in a closet." Dean said. "What about the dad?"

Kathleen paused for a minute. "Shot...trying to escape." The four of us looked away. It was clear what had actually happened. But Kathleen surely wasn't going to get any judge mental from us Winchester's. Even Derek didn't look to sorry about it. It was hard feeling sorry for a guy that kidnapped you and kept you in a cage for days with a meager meal once a day while they planned on killing you.

"So are you sure you're okay?" Derek asked me. As he did, Dean was saying something about the car being at the police station.

"I should be asking you that?" I said, looking at the blood drying on the side of his face. As I said that, Kathleen was calling for backup.

"Me?" Derek gave a half grin with a weak shrug. "I'll be fine. The officer said something about taking me to get checkout at the local hospital." Without being able to stop it, Derek shivered in disgust.

I raised a curious eyebrow. "Don't like hospitals?"

"Of course I...I'm not scared of a, a hospital." Derek stuttered. "Of needles, definitely not afraid of needles." Chris already saw him at a weak moment of his life, being found locked in a cage. And now she was going to be thinking how weak he was, to be afraid of something like a needle.

Kathleen interrupted when she hanged up the Walky talkie she'd been using. "So state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour." Shit, we have to get out of here. "They're gonna wanna talk to you." I surely wasn't planning on talking, knowing our luck we'd get arrested again. "I suggest the three of you are both long gone by then."

"Thanks." Dean said as my shoulders relaxed slightly. "Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere." And of course Dean was giving Kathleen a chance to change her mind. "Think we could catch a ride?" How could we, I wasn't planning on hiding in the woods for hours till the FBI guys left.

Kathleen smiled and said, "Start walking, duck if you see a squad car."

"Of course, we'll do that." I said quickly.

"Sounds great to me." Sam said just as quick.

"Wait, why do you have to leave before the FBI is here?" Derek asked, feeling extremely out of the loop.

"Umm, remember my job." I said weakly. "Well let's just say...you pretend you never saw us."

"But," Derek never felt so confused.

"Trust me, we were never here." Derek slowly nodded, still having no idea what he was agreeing with and not having a clue why he was going to hide them from the police. He'd never been a law breaker before and wasn't hiding people some kind of...against the law? Either way, he did understand that he was standing in the sun without fear because of Christina Winchester and her brothers.

Shortly after, the Winchester's were walking down the dirt road with Derek and Kathleen watched them go. Then Derek noticed something on his hand. "The hell? When did she even..." On his hand written in pen was: Call Me: and then a number below it.

Halfway down the dirt road, "Never do that again." Dean told Sam.

"Do what?" Sam asked.

"You know what!" I snapped. It had been an emotional week for me.

Sam laughed, looking pleased. "So you two got worried about me?" He guessed correctly.

"All I'm gonna say about it is if you go missing again, I won't be looking for ya." Dean said, scratching the back of his hair.

"Sure you won't." Sam said grinning. He knew both of us would be the first ones to notice he's missing and the first ones to find him.

"You bet your ass we won't be." I pouted, trailing slightly behind the boys, feeling the evening sun on my skin.

San chuckled, knowing that wasn't true. "So Dean," he glanced side along. "You got sidelined by a thirteen year old girl, huh?"

I laughed as Dean scowled. "He so did! I caught the end of it!" It was scary then but now it was just amusing.

"Oh, shut up." Dean grumbled.

"Just saying, you must be getting pretty rusty there." Sam said, sounding perfectly innocent.

"Why sugar coat it." I smirked teasingly. "He's just getting old, being the eldest and all." I joked. Dean wasn't that old, almost twenty seven, but it was still fun to tease.

"Shut up." Dean said, even as he was chuckling. Both Sam and I laughed as we walked a slow pace back to town.