Welcome to Chapter Twenty Eight! I just wanna say I hope you enjoyed the cliffhanger on the last chapter. ;p. Thank you all for the support of the story i means a lot to me! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
Elimination Chamber: February 23, 2014
Edited: 8/2/19
Chapter Twenty Eight
Adrenaline pumped through Dean as he walked down the stairs towards the ring. Go,d how long had he been waiting for this match. It had been a month since the Wyatts had DQed them and made them lose their chance at being in the Elimination Chamber tonight. His eyes flickered upwards to see the large fixture hanging over top of the ring.
How he wished he could be inside that steal cage alongside his brothers. Nothing would make him happier. Well right now…Beating Bray Wyatt within an inch of his life would. He was going to pay for what he did to them…and for messing with Angel.
Killing two birds with one punch to the face. He smirked as he made his way up to the barricade. He gave a nod to Seth as he did his little ninja roll thing over the barrier, before turning around to help Angel.
"Ready to go….?" He blinked when the small brunette that he was so accustomed to seeing walking behind him wasn't there. "Ro, where's Angel?" He asked glancing up to Roman who was coming up beside him.
"She let me go first." He snickered as he sided stepped.
Dean's eyes widened when she wasn't behind the Samoan either. His eyes snapped up towards the crowd to see maybe if she had gotten stopped by one of the fans, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Dude, where is she?"
"I have no idea." Roman shook his head as he looked around for her too. "I swear she was right behind me."
"What's the hold up?" A crew member called out to them.
"We can't find our manager." Roman answered him.
"Maybe she went to the bathroom." He shrugged his shoulder obviously not taking this as serious as they were. "Look guys, I'm sorry but we don't have time for you guys to stall, we do have a schedule to uphold."
"Stall?" Anger rose through Dean's veins. "We aren't stalling." He stepped forward so that he was right in the man's face. "Our manager is missing, and we would like to know where the hell she went."
"Whoa, whoa!" Roman pulled him away. "Look, we're just worried about her."
The crew member blinked, but never looked away from Dean. "I'll let the others know that she's missing, and I'll let you when we find her."
"Thank you." Roman nodded his head. "Come on man, we have to go on with the match. I'm sure Angel is fine. Maybe this is her way of getting us back from before?"
Taking a deep breath, he hoped that Roman was right. He hoped that Angel had just made her way back down to the gorilla to watch them and then after their victory she would greet them with that smiling face of hers, saying 'I got you'.
However, he couldn't shake the bad feeling he had in his gut as he hopped over the barrier and made his way over towards Seth who was standing looking at him with drawn brows.
"What's up man?"
"Angel's missing."
His eyes widened, and he quickly spun around trying to look for her. "What do you mean she's missing?"
"I mean she didn't come down the stairs with us and we have no idea where she's at." Dean gritted his teeth as he rolled into the ring. She's just messing with you. She's just messing with you.
A.A.A
"You wait here." Bray told her as he held her face in his hands. "You wait here, while we go and destroy your precious little Shield." He smiled as she felt something tighten up on her wrists, that they had forced behind her back.
"Done." Luke's emotionless voice said as he walked around her.
"Be a good girl, now." Bray dropped her face. "See you soon, little lamb."
She felt her body fall backwards as he gave her a little push, and due to her hands being tied around her back she couldn't catch herself and fell onto her left shoulder. Hissing in pain she pushed herself up so that she was sitting.
"The Shield is going to beat you!" She called out as Bray slowly back out of the supplies closet that they had carried her too. "You're going to lose." Her voice echoed inside of the lamb mask that Erick Rowan had placed on her face.
"So, you think." And like that, the door shut, and the room turned completely dark.
"Crap!" She yelled out as she scrambled to her feet, tripping and falling a few times before she got herself sturdy. She rushed over to the door and tried her hardest to open it but no luck, the thing was locked.
How could this happen? She sighed as she slumped against the door. God, I'm so stupid. She said as she felt like crying. She let herself get grabbed by the Wyatts, if she only fought harder, if she hadn't froze in fear….
And what made her feel worse was the fact that this was the boys' big night, their big fight with the Wyatts and she wasn't out there with them.
"Help!" She gave a scream, only to make her ears ring from the echo. "Can someone let me out of here!"
She could feel tears well up in her eyes as she knocked the ear of the lamb mask against the door, hoping to catch someone's attention. "Help!"
D.D.D
"We're here." Bray Wyatt's intro played over the titantron and their creepy music started. And Dean instantly turned towards the ramp to see that stupid lantern lighting up Bray's face as he slowly walked down towards the ring.
Come on, asshole. Dean cracked his knuckles. He was dying to hit something, and right now he wanted it to be Wyatt's face.
After forcing himself to believe that Angel was ok and that he was worrying about nothing, he turned all his attention, all of it, onto beating the Wyatts.
Bray blew out the lantern and the light popped back on. "Show time." Roman smirked, as Bray blew out his lantern, 'making' the lights come back on.
Without a word, the three of them lined up and glared at the three hillbilly idiots on the ramp. Bray was sitting in his rocking chair, with Luke Harper and Erick Rowan standing behind him.
Dean couldn't understand or hear what Bray was laughing about and could care less.
The Wyatts took their good old time getting into the ring and boy was it frustrating. "Come on already." He mumbled as the ref pushed them back.
With his eyes locked on Bray, he could feel his excitement getting the better of him, his body was starting to tingle, and his mind was starting to race with all the things he was going to do to those three men. Head in the game. He said as he slapped his face a few times trying to keep himself in the present.
When the three men finally got into the ring, he almost lost himself as he saw the smirk on Bray's face. He was going to wipe the floor with that smug face.
"Hey!" Seth called over to him. "Stick to the game plan. We got to stick to the game plan." Dean nodded his head as he finished his paced.
"Look at you boy." He heard Bray say over the chanting of the crowd.
His eyes snapped up to the man and he cocked his head. "You got something to say?"
"Is something bothering you?" He yelled. "You look a little railed up?" Bray pointed at him.
"Shut up already and let's get this show on the road." Dean tried to ignore the man's taunting, he knew that Bray was trying to get under his skin.
"Ah….It looks like you've lost something." Bray continued. "Where's your little lamb."
Dean's eyes widened and his body froze. "What the hell did you just say?"
"I don't see your little manager around, where could she be?"
"You better not have touched her." He warned her. "I will rip you to shreds if you put even one finger on her." He felt Roman trying to hold him back.
"Dean, enough he's trying to get in your head." Roman told him. "Enough."
"I'll kill you." Dean tried to push passed his best friend. "I'll fucking kill you."
"Go ahead and try." Bray held out his arms. "Make your move. Make it!"
"Let's go Wyatts."
"Let's go Shield."
The crowd chanted over and over, though Dean couldn't hear any of it. Not them, not Seth and Roman trying to calm him down, not even the ref as he tried to get the match started. All he could hear was Bray laughing and his own blood rushing threw his veins.
"Come on man." Roman pulled on his arm as he tried to get him to go towards the back-left corner of the ring that was going to be their corner tonight. "Come on."
Taking a deep breath, Dean forced himself to come back to reality and made his way towards the corner that Roman was leading him too.
"She's such a pretty little lamb."
Dean snapped.
Without a second thought, he turned around and took off for Bray. He didn't care that the match hadn't started. Didn't care that this could get him in trouble. He just wanted to pound Bray until there wasn't anything left.
It wasn't until he was back down on the matt with Bray over top of him, pounding his face did he realize that there was an all-out brawl going on between to the teams. Roman and Seth had joined in. And after they joined, it didn't take long for the three of them to empty the ring of the Wyatts.
After a little bit of showboating, Dean turned around and his eyes locked onto Roman who had that look about him that told him that he was going too far.
"I know, I know." He sighed as he held out his hand towards Roman.
"You going to be ok?" He asked with concern. "Or are we going to lose you?"
"I'll be fine." Dean sighed.
He glanced over towards the Wyatts, who were whispering in front of the announcers' table and he noticed that Rowan had a busted lip, that looked fresh but wasn't bleeding.
"Did you do that to Ginger Beard?" Dean asked Roman as they made their way back to the corner of the ring.
"No." Roman shook his head. "He already had a busted lip when he took off the mask."
"Dude you alright?' Seth asked as he made his way over.
"Yeah I'm cool."
"Stay with us now, alright?"
"I'll try." The bell rang.
A.A.A
Angel sat next to the door with her head down. After a few minutes of screaming at the top of head, she tried knocking on the door with everything from the lamb mask that was still stuck on her face to her shoulders which were now throbbing in pain. She even gave the thing a good couple of kicks; when she finally had gotten someone's attention on the other side.
Though that's when she leaned that not only did the Wyatts lock the door, they broke the key off inside the lock. Which meant that she was stuck inside of the closet.
"We're going to get you out of there, alright Angel?" She heard someone tell her once again, as they worked on the door. They had been trying to keep her calm. Which wasn't really working.
She was locked inside of a closet, with her hands tied behind her back, a lamb mask on her face, in the dark, while her teammate fought the men that locked her in here without knowing what they did.
Safe to say she wasn't very calm with what was going on. She couldn't even hear what was going on out in the ring. How were the boys doing? Were they winning? Were they losing? Who was in the match? Roman? Seth? Dean? Was her not being there making them worried, distracting them from the match?
"Angel are you ok in there?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Just fine.
D.D.D
Dean bit his tongue as he watched Roman fight out of a suplex by Luke Harper, who wasn't giving up without a fight, and that was just what Roman gave him. After a few more tries of getting Roman up over his head, Roman reversed it.
Sending Harper over for a suplex. "That's right, baby!" Dean smirked as Roman gave a huge uppercut the man knocking him into their corner. Now he's in for it.
As Roman made his way over to the corner, Seth put his hand up to tag in. Though as Roman was about to make the tag, Harper put his arm up stopping it.
"Let Dean in." Seth said pointing over at him.
A smirk came to his face as Roman's eyes locked with his. "Remember the game plan." He said as their hands met.
Pumped for some action, Dean quickly got into the ring. "Show time!" He yelled as he started to smash Harper into the corner, hitting him with everything. That was, until the ref pulled him off. Not wanting to be dragged away from the fight, he slid down to his knees forcing the ref to let him go before setting back in onto Harper. Who he had realized had tried to get Seth off of the apron somehow, though it didn't work.
It looked like Harper was going to make his way out of the corner, when Seth reached out and grabbed the man's shirt. Dean took advantage of his teammates interference and when back to town on the man. Though once again the ref tried to break him away from Harper.
Letting out a sigh, he look up at his brothers and tagged Seth in.
"Wanna play stairs?" Seth asked as their hands met.
"Sure thing." Dean nodded his head as he quickly fell down to the mat onto his hands and knees. A snicker came to his face as Seth came up and over the ropes. Stairs, was a triple team move that Seth and him came up with to kind of play around with the other team, and what better team to play around with then the Wyatts?
After Seth smashed Harper into the corner again, he took off across the ring, making sure to do a little ninja roll of Dean who was still on his hands and knees, before turning around and use him as a step to smash Harper even harder.
After the hit Dean and Seth quickly got out of the ring, letting Roman, who had tagged off of Seth sometime during the move, take over. Harper stumbled forward and right into Roman who was ready with another big right hook.
Roman went from a pin, but Harper kicked out at one. Although, none of them were really worried about it; this wasn't a type of move combo that they did to keep a man down, it was just for a little bit of fun.
In the ring, Roman grappled Harper and brought him once more back in to the corner of the ring. Not caring if Roman was done with him, Dean reached out and made a tag off of his brother in arm.
He knew what his teammates were trying to do, they were trying to keep him out of the ring as long as possible; that way there wasn't a chance of him losing it during the match, but fuck that. He wanted into this fight and wanted in now.
"Shut him down!' He could hear Bray call from across the ring as he hit Harper with a nice gut punch.
Harper fell slightly forward, allowing him to grab the man around his head. With quick thinking he pushed Harper back against the rope, so that his face was smashed up against the top one.
"Where's Angel?" The words poured from his mouth without him realizing it.
"Not here." Luke snickered.
"Wrong answer." Dean snarled as he dragged Harper down the rope, scrapping his face along. Halfway down the rope Harper was able to push him away, though it didn't stop Dean.
Quickly wrapping the man's arms around the ropes, he set in once more with slaps to the face to disorient him before taking off across the ring. Using the far ropes as momentum, he pushed off and kicked all of his weight up for a drop kick to the chest. He then took the man down to the mat for a pin, only for Harper to kick out at one again.
"Damn it." He groaned as he grabbed Harper's head and dragged him once again to the Shield's corner. "Next." He said looking back at his brothers.
After raising an eyebrow, Seth quickly tagged in.
After getting a few good hits on the man, Seth brought Harper right back to the corner. "Dean." He called as he reached out for the tag.
"What?" He glanced back at Roman. This went against the plan to keep him out of the ring as much as possible.
"Go."
Shrugging his shoulder, Dean quickly got back into the ring. "Hello again." He smirked at the long-haired hillbilly as he delivered a hit to his face.
Seth got in one last hit and then it was his turn to take control of the match. Forcing Harper back into the far corner, he used the rope to help him as he scrapped his forearm against the man's face twice.
He then went for an Irish Whip on the man, but as he did Bray called something across the ring, which seemed to wake Harper up just in time so that he could reverse the hit.
Dean let out a groan as his back smashed against the turnbuckles, though he tried not to let the hit faze him as he noticed Harper was coming in for another hit. Quickly pushing himself up with the top rope, he brought one of his legs up right in time for Harper to smash himself against his boot.
As Harper stumbled back, Dean pushed himself up so that he was sitting on the top rope. And instantly an idea popped into his head. He stood up on the second rope, judged how far he was going to need to go, and leaped. Twisting his body just in time, he smashed right into Harper sending them both to the ground.
A scream of frustration rang out, as he got to his feet and out of the corner of his eyes he saw Erick Rowan had moved so that he was in the middle of the ring on the apron. And boy was the man going nuts, pulling on the ropes, and screaming.
And they call me crazy? He sighed as he went to go show Rowan a nice elbow to the face.
"Get down!" Bray called just as Rowan dropped to the floor so that the hit missed.
Whatever. He rolled his eyes as he turned to get back into the match, only to have something smash right against the side of his face, knocking him straight down.
"God damn." He groaned as he opened his eyes and looked around. His vision was blurry and the whole room felt like it was spinning from the hit.
As he tried to clear his head and catch his breath, Dean missed Harper making his way over to him until it was too late. The man's huge foot came right down onto his gut, making him yell out in pain.
Not able to bounce back from the hit, he was powerless as Harper reach down, picked him up by head and dragged him towards their corner.
The man had his head forced down, so all that he could see was the mat; but he could hear the tag that was being made. And guessing by the weird brown sandal type shoes that he was seeing getting into the ring and the white pants, it was Bray that had made the tag.
"Hey Bray." He mumbled as Harper picked him up and held him in front of the man that was his leader. "How are you…." The hit came and Harper flung him to the ground. Though as soon as he hit the mat, Bray was sitting on top of him. "That was rude… I just wanted to know how your day was going."
"Funny man." Bray shook his head as he started to lay into him with punches to the head. Dean didn't know how many hits he took, he just knew that he had a headache now and that he couldn't see straight as the ref pulled Bray off of him.
Trying to get away from the man, he quickly to his feet and moved in the direction that he feet would allow. Though obviously it wasn't the best way to go, because Bray quickly grabbed him and rammed him into the corner with a big chop.
"Look at you." Bray chuckled as he forced Dean's head back by his hair. "All broken up inside."
Dean cringed as he saw the headbutt coming. Man, Bray's head might be somehow harder than his own.
He was suddenly tossed down against the mat. "Is this not the war that you wanted!" Dean could hear Bray scream at the crowd, though due to the fog that he was in at the moment, the man sounded far away.
He needed to shake himself. He needed to get his head right again, or this was going to go bad.
Rowan tagged in, hit him with a body slam as well as a leg drop that seemed to knock all the loose screws back into the place. Though it also brought to light just how sore his back was. Sitting up, he tried his hardest to get the pressure and weight off his back. Though as he tired to get everything in working order, he felt Rowan creep up behind him.
Then something hard that, Dean recognized as the man's knuckles came down on both sides of his head, pushing hard against his temples. And that surly wasn't doing wonders for the headache.
"Let's go Wyatts!"
"Let's go Shield!"
The crowd started up again as he fought to get out of the hold. Twisting and turning until Rowan's knuckles weren't resting on his temples anymore. With most of the pressure gone, he was able to move around more freely, as he tried to figure out what he was going to do to get out of this one.
When and doubt. He sighed as he quickly turned his back towards the ref so he couldn't see, before using his strength to force Rowan's hand to his mouth. Once his thumb was in reach he chomped down on the thing, until Rowan let him go.
"You need to wash your hands." He spat.
Still not completely right from all the hits, Dean quickly made his way towards the ropes to build momentum but as he made his way back, Rowan was able to grab him and smash him once again down on the mat.
All the air that he had worked on getting back into his lungs vanished instantly. "That's smarts."
Rowan went for the cover. Not this time. Dean mustered up his strength and kicked out as the second slam on the mat came. I'll take a two count. He thought as he used the ropes to get to his knees.
Though he wasn't given much time to rest as Rowan picked him up by the head and knocked him with a headbutt.
Dazed, confused, and a pissed off he didn't know where he was standing. Middle of the ring, in a corner. He couldn't tell. All he knew it that he could see an outline of a figure standing kind of near him. Without waiting for his eyes to clear he threw a punch which only knocked him to the ground.
I need to tag. He sighed as something stepped down on his head.
A.A.A
Pain ricocheted up Angel's shoulder once again as she tried to ram herself against the door of the supply clothes that she was locked in. Desperation kicked in about five minutes ago, when she heard the crew members talking about calling 911 together her out of there.
Her shoulder was killing her, her head was pounding, her eyes stung, her ears were ringing, and she couldn't seem to be able to catch her breath.
"Angel!" Someone yelled from the other side of the door. "You need to stop, you're only going to hurt yourself."
"I know!" She screamed her voice cracking and killing her throat. Only one other time had she felt so helpless and that was when the thing with Randy had happened and he threw her out of the ring. Sending her soaring through the air, not knowing where or what she was going to hit. It was only a few seconds, microseconds but she could remember the feeling it was suffocating then, and it was suffocating now.
Tears streamed down her face as she slumped against the wall. She never wanted to feel this way again. She had made up her mind that the moment she was out of this closet she was going to ask the boys to train her to be able to defend herself. To be able to fight.
D.D.D
"Why don't you bring that crap over here, huh?" Dean screamed at Bray from the apron as a ref tried to pull him away. The man had just taunted and made fun of one of his best friends while flatting the other. Not to mention that he was pretty sure that Bray had done something to Angel. So right now, he wasn't in the best mindset. "Why don't you bring that crap over here?"
Bray just ignored him and went back to town on Seth while Roman pulled him back to the corner. "You need to keep your cool." The big man warned. "I'm just as pissed off as you are, but you don't want to get us DQed. Not from this match."
As much as he hated to admit it Roman was right. Normally the boys understood his temper and his impulsive actions, getting a DQ here and there because of it wasn't that big of a deal. But not tonight, not this match.
He needed to get his head back into the match.
"Let's go Wyatts!"
"Let's go Shield."
The crowd had started up once again with the chants just as Seth had a second to try and reach out for a tag that he so desperately needed. "Come one man!"
Dean couldn't stand to watch as Seth was double teamed by Erick Rowan and Luke Harper.
"Come on!" He screamed over the chants of 'We want tables'
"Get me in!" Bray called to Luke Harper. "Get me in!"
Anger rose higher within Dean as Harper did as his leader asked and tagged him in. The need to be in that ring right now was so high that Dean almost jumped the ropes and went right after the head of the Wyatt family, as he stamped on Seth over and over again.
"Damn it."
"Seth's go this." Roman tried to calm him down. "He's got this."
Bray dragged Seth out to the center of the ring before dropping all his weight down, hitting head with a headbutt. Dean frown when Bray locked eyes with him as he put Seth into a sleeper hold. That creepy little smirk on his face.
Dean knew what Bray was trying to do. It wasn't any secret that Dean was the easiest to get going, the easiest to piss off. He was trying to get under his skin and damn it, it was working. Though he wasn't going to let the man have the satisfaction of knowing that. Nope. He walked down the apron a bit so that he was lined up with the two men in the ring. Leaning threw the top and middle rope so that his stomach was against the middle rope, he gave his hands a clap. "Come one Seth! Come on!"
Bray seemed taken back for a moment as Seth started to fight back against the man to get to his feet. Though his fighting was all for not, when Bray cornered him in the Wyatts' corner of the ring.
Seeming desperate, Seth started to throw hits left and right trying to get out of there. Until Bray whipped him into the farthest corner. As Bray came barreling for him, Seth got his foot up just in time to stop the man.
"Come on!" Roman yelled trying to get Seth to come tag out. Though instead of tagging like everyone expecting, Seth got himself to the top rope and went to hit Bray, only to be caught and slammed down to the mat.
"Shit."
Bray covered.
This was it! Dean quickly ducked under the ropes and broke up the pin. Revved up from the save, he didn't notice as Luke Harper had got into the ring, and he really didn't notice the big boot that met his face. Dean felt his body flip in the air before smashing down on the mat.
"Did we win?" Black spots filled his vision as he rolled out under the bottom rope and onto the floor. As his feet hit the floor his legs gave out and he fell.
"You alright?"
"Just peachy." He rolled onto his back and opened his eyes expecting to see Angel staring down at him with wide eyes and a worried look. But instead all he saw was the lights that sat over the arena as well as a bunch of hands patting the side of the barrier.
That hit must have hit harder then he thought to make him forget that Angel wasn't down at ringside with them. He glanced over towards the barricade. Maybe it was a good idea to sit down for a little bit.
By the time he had settled in his spot against the barricade, Roman was in the ring and beating up Erick Rowan. Though because his vision was still a little fuzzy he couldn't' really see what was going on, until he noticed that Roman was going for a pin.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Bray running in to break up the pin. "Payback time." Dean groaned as he gave his neck a crack. Quickly sliding into the ring, he rushed over and took down Bray.
And as soon as he got his hands on him, he forgot all reasoning and just went to town.
Only stopping when he got pulled off of Bray by what he thought was the ref, only to turn and see that it was Luke Harper. "Hi there."
After stiff arming Harper he turned around to see Bray trying to get down off the apron. I don't think so. He took off across the ring and landed a dropkick right to Bray's chest. He thren rolled out of the ring and keep up the attack.
"Dean. Dean. Dean." Bray said in between hits. "You were right there. You were right there."
Dean cocked his head and looked at the man. "What?"
"You were right there all you had to do was turn around." Bray started to ramble. "You could have saved her."
"Save who?" Dean asked even though he had a feeling he knew the answer. "Save who!" He grabbed Bray's hair, though something big, heavy, and hairy slammed into his back knocking him against the barricade.
Giving his head a shake, he saw Seth flying over the ropes and land on top of Rowan knocking him to the floor.
"Dean, you good?"
"Yep."
"I'm getting really sick of these guys." Seth groaned as he got to his feet. "I think it's time to take them out Shield style."
Dean nodded his head as he watched Seth go over the Spanish announce table and start to rip the thing apart.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bray making it to his feet. "Shit!" He struggled to get up. "Seth!"
But it was too late, Bray had already hit Seth
When he finally made it to his feet, he saw that Bray and Harper were going for a power bomb that mimicked the Shield's and there was no way he was going to let that happen.
Quickly he took off and plowed right into Harper before turning around and starting in on Bray. The two of them keep exchanging blows which neither one of them were really getting the upper hand on. However, Braw was in control of where they went, which was towards the barricade.
I don't think so. Dean smirked, knowing that Bray was going to try and knock him out into the audience. Trying to get any type of one up, he gave Bray a forearm to the face, that sent him up and over the barricade.
Though not all went as plan as, Bray grabbed onto him, and pulled him over the as well. Both of them fell into a heap on the floor, but neither of them stopped throwing punches, that was until Dean realized they weren't in the arena anymore.
They were backstage. Giving a look backwards to see if there were anyone crew members behind him, Dean moved to throw Bray against the wall, only for Bray to reverse it. Air rushed out of his body has as he smashed into the hard-concrete wall. And he knew that it was going to take a moment to get up from this one.
"You could have saved her." Bray reached down and grabbed a chunk of his hair. "YOU COULD HAVE SAVED YOUR LITTLE ANGEL!"
Dean eyes widened, and he tried to get to his feet. "What did you do to her!" Bray shook his head as that fucking smirk appeared on his head. "What the fuck did you do to her?"
His anger blinded him to the punch that was coming, though he certainly felt it as something smashed against his face and knocked his head off the wall again.
"I didn't do anything." He sounded like a child.
"Where is she?" Dean forced his words out of his mouth as his ears rang from the hit. "Where is she?"
"She's with Abigail." He answered with a headbutt.
Skovko: I hope it was as interesting of a match as you thought it would be.
Brookeworm3: Sorry about the suspense but i hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Lissa003: I hope i didn't keep you in suspense too long! Lol I hope you enjoyed the chapter. We may never know Bray's true plans for Angel, but then trying to understand that mind...not so easy.
Wolviegurl: Hillbilly Kidnappers, I love it!
Labinnacslove: It did get worse! Lol i see you figured out my plans. It always made me wonder where he went when he just disappeared and they never came out and said what happen, so i gave a reason for it. I hope you liked it.