Sam stole a glance at his brother as they drove out of town.
"Dean, are we seriously not going to look for her?" He asked, unsure of what was on his brother's mind. Pulling into bar parking lot that seemed to be crowded, Dean put his car in park and looked at his little brother.
"Saving people, Hunting things. It's our job, Sammy. Of course we are going to look for her. But we first need to get a lead as to where she is." Dean shut the door of his beloved car as he began to stride toward the door of the bar. Sam briskly followed his brother, still unsure of his brothers thoughts. Sam followed his older brother to a table where they both ordered a beer. Within minutes of getting their beer, Castiel appears next to Sam. He looks to Dean and whispers something into his ear, making the man look up and stare at someone in the distance.
"You sure Cas?"
"Of course I am sure." And with that, their angel friend vanished, leaving nothing behind but the words spoken. Dean got up and tapped Sam on the shoulder, a signal to follow. Sam grabbed his beer and followed Dean outside to an enclosed alley where Dean pushed a man against the wall.
"I know what you are, now you're coming with me." With one hit, the man was unconscious.
"Dean, what the hell was that?" Sam exclaimed incredulously.
"My job." Dean slumped the man over his shoulder and dropped him in the backseat of the Impala. The Winchesters got to an abandoned warehouse where they tied the man up in the middle of a devil's trap. On the way to the warehouse, Dean had explained to Sam that they were going to find out where the missing Hunter was through the torture of this demon. He was known to be a close person to Crowley, who Castiel says, he rescued LJ from the first time. Sam leaned against the wall and watched his brother as he through a glass of Holy water in the man, in turn making him smoke and scream.
"Now, I have had a long day. Either you tell me where Crowley is hiding, or I will torture it out of you." The demon turned the man's eyes black and with a smile, shook his head.
"No can do. Sorry."
"Guess we have to do this the hard way." With the Demon knife in his hand, Dean slowly carves up the demon. After about 3 hours of nothing, Dean goes to cut the demons throat when he begins to beg.
"Okay, I'll tell you where he is. Please, just don't kill me." Smiling slightly at his brother, Dean withdraws from the begging demon.
"Where is he!" Dean demands. The shaking demon looks to Sam.
"You are going to kill me whether I tell you or not. But I can show you!" Sam chuckles and walks over to the demon.
"Why should we trust you not to run away?" Dean gave his brother the knife as he took a break. He poured himself some whiskey as he watched his younger brother.
"I give you my word." Sam looks over his shoulder at a smiling Dean.
"Your word, huh?" He laughs as he downs the whiskey. Sam goes to plunge the knife into the demon when again the demons stops him.
"Okay, okay. He is in an abandoned fishing store on the edge of Lake Erie in Michigan. I promise, that is all I know." Looking at his brother for approval, Sam slits the demon's throat. Leaving him there for someone to find, Dean and Sam hit the road. After passing the "You are now leaving Illinois" sign, Sam begins to fall asleep, only to be awakened by his cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answered without checking the caller ID.
"I think I may have found a lead on where LJ is being kept. But I need your help." Dean mouths the words, "Who is it?" To which his brother mouthed, "Garth."
"We have too. Headed that way now." Sam told the Hunter.
"So you are headed to Hopkinsville, KY too?" The hope in the Hunter's voice was encouraging.
"Uh, no. We are headed to Michigan." Sam sent confused look towards Dean.
"Ah poopie. One of us must have gotten bad information." Sam smiled despite the situation. Dean grabbed Sam's phone from his hand.
"You check out Kentucky. Let us know what you find out. We will check Michigan. Hopefully one of us is right." And he slammed the phone shut.
"Dean, what if we got the wrong information? It's been 10 hours since LJ was taken, who knows what kind of torture has been done to her?"
"Sammy, What if we got the right information? If we turn around to head towards Kentucky and she isn't there..." He left off, leaving his brother to fill in the rest. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and was quiet for a while. Dean looked over, surprised his brother hadn't spoken in a while and saw that Sam was passed out. Smiling to himself, Dean turned up the radio, blasting ACDC's Back in Black startling Sam awake. He shot Dean one of his most famous bitch faces and turned the radio down.
"Aw, c'mon Sammy! We're almost there!" Dean exclaimed, passing a sign that welcomed them to Michigan.
"Great. Can't wait." The younger Winchester said in a completely monotone voice. Dean chuckled at his grumpy brother, excited to have an actual case for the first time in a while. The sound of Sam's cell ringing broke his train of thought.
"What's up Garth?" Sam answered, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Yeah, yeah okay. Just calm down alright? We are almost to where our lead was. Yeah. Okay. Bye." He sighed audibly and looked to Dean.
"Well, his lead was a bust. All that he found was, well, a bunch of nothing." Sam ran his hand through his long hair. He hoped with everything in him that the female Huntress was holding up alright.
Another loud scream of pain as the hammer came down on her hip. The walls echoed her scream, causing her already hurt head to throb even more. The bright light didn't help.
"You are one tough little chick, I'll give you that much, love." LJ gritted her teeth, holding back the choice words she wanted to spit out. A sigh took Crowley to her other side as he held the heavy hammer above her wrist.
"The thing isn't even worth this much pain to protect. Or is it?" With a swing of his hand, the hammer came down hard, easily breaking the Hunter's already sprained wrist.
"I... told you... I dunno where 'tis." The Hunter got out through strangled breaths. Setting the hammer aside, Crowley looked through over his table of torture devices. He decided on the blow torch, seeing that fire hurt a lot as it was slow.
"No, please." LJ begged. Crowley just smiled as he turned it on and watched as the blue flame came shooting out.
"Just tell me where the damned box that holds my amulet is!" His voice boomed around the room.
"Fine! I'll tell you, just make it stop!" She yelled, clutching her good hand into a fist. Smiling, Crowley turned off the blow torch. Taking deep breaths, the Hunter looked at her torturer.
"If you... go.. beneath the.." She was beginning to loose consciousness as the pain began to be unbearable.
"No no no!" Crowley exclaimed, smacking the cheeks of the Hunter. Her breaths were coming in short and ragged. Only wanting the box with his precious amulet, Crowley once again lit the blow torch. He held it to her shoulder, minutes after she began screaming. He trailed the fire down to her chest leaving small blisters here and there. After a while, he grew bored of her only whimpering and decided to again switch weapons. Looking again for a knife, he realized that his favorite one was missing. Not able to pass out, LJ glances around the room. Her vision is blurred, but she makes out two shapes moving quickly and silently across the room.
"Ah, here it is!" Crowley found his knife that curved upward slightly under two other knives he had used earlier.
"I'm giving you another chance. Tell me where it is!" He moved his face directly in front of hers, knife ready to stab her in the stomach.
"I.. dunno... where-" She was cut off by her own scream as the knife was plunged into her stomach. He slowly pulled it out and placed it under her chin.
"Seems like these weapons are getting me nowhere." He dropped the knife and punched her in the face, shaking his hand out afterward.
"Ow! You have a strong jaw, darling." He exclaimed, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.
"I'm getting tired. Please, let's just end this now." He was begging her.
"I dun-" Another fist in the face. LJ blacked out for a minute, but came to when her leg felt like it was being crushed by a truck. Black spots danced around her vision as she saw the figures moving closer. Crowley had his back turned to them, completely unaware that he had visitors. Just as he was about to stab her again, a hand stopped him.
"That's enough, Crowley." Was that... Dean Winchester? As time wore on, breathing became more difficult. Sam and Dean both fought Crowley until one of them eventually knocked him out. LJ was barely clinging to life when Sam began to unshackle her ankles.
"Holy shit." He exclaimed when he saw that one was close to being smashed right off.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean had come over to help his brother when he saw her up close. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her as Sam undid the leather straps that were barely covering her up.
"Tha-" She passed out before she could finish. Dean gave the injured girl to Sam, knowing that he was going to have to fight off demons. They easily got downstairs, only to be surrounded by demons. Pushing his brother in the opposite direction, he retreated with knife drawn. Sam stopped abruptly making Dean run into him. Demons were coming from both sides in thick packs.
"Dean, any plans?" Sam asked, backing against the wall.
"Where is Cas when you need him!?" Dean yelled, stabbing a demon in the throat when he lunged for him. Jumping when Cas appeared next to him, he stabbed another demon. Castiel placed a firm grip on Dean's shoulder while doing the same to Sam and they were immediately transported to the Impala. Sam held the injured girl in his lap as Cas went outside to fight demons away from the car. Stepping on the gas, Dean ran over three demons, making the Impala bump over every one.
"Dean, are we seriously not going to look for her?" He asked, unsure of what was on his brother's mind. Pulling into bar parking lot that seemed to be crowded, Dean put his car in park and looked at his little brother.
"Saving people, Hunting things. It's our job, Sammy. Of course we are going to look for her. But we first need to get a lead as to where she is." Dean shut the door of his beloved car as he began to stride toward the door of the bar. Sam briskly followed his brother, still unsure of his brothers thoughts. Sam followed his older brother to a table where they both ordered a beer. Within minutes of getting their beer, Castiel appears next to Sam. He looks to Dean and whispers something into his ear, making the man look up and stare at someone in the distance.
"You sure Cas?"
"Of course I am sure." And with that, their angel friend vanished, leaving nothing behind but the words spoken. Dean got up and tapped Sam on the shoulder, a signal to follow. Sam grabbed his beer and followed Dean outside to an enclosed alley where Dean pushed a man against the wall.
"I know what you are, now you're coming with me." With one hit, the man was unconscious.
"Dean, what the hell was that?" Sam exclaimed incredulously.
"My job." Dean slumped the man over his shoulder and dropped him in the backseat of the Impala. The Winchesters got to an abandoned warehouse where they tied the man up in the middle of a devil's trap. On the way to the warehouse, Dean had explained to Sam that they were going to find out where the missing Hunter was through the torture of this demon. He was known to be a close person to Crowley, who Castiel says, he rescued LJ from the first time. Sam leaned against the wall and watched his brother as he through a glass of Holy water in the man, in turn making him smoke and scream.
"Now, I have had a long day. Either you tell me where Crowley is hiding, or I will torture it out of you." The demon turned the man's eyes black and with a smile, shook his head.
"No can do. Sorry."
"Guess we have to do this the hard way." With the Demon knife in his hand, Dean slowly carves up the demon. After about 3 hours of nothing, Dean goes to cut the demons throat when he begins to beg.
"Okay, I'll tell you where he is. Please, just don't kill me." Smiling slightly at his brother, Dean withdraws from the begging demon.
"Where is he!" Dean demands. The shaking demon looks to Sam.
"You are going to kill me whether I tell you or not. But I can show you!" Sam chuckles and walks over to the demon.
"Why should we trust you not to run away?" Dean gave his brother the knife as he took a break. He poured himself some whiskey as he watched his younger brother.
"I give you my word." Sam looks over his shoulder at a smiling Dean.
"Your word, huh?" He laughs as he downs the whiskey. Sam goes to plunge the knife into the demon when again the demons stops him.
"Okay, okay. He is in an abandoned fishing store on the edge of Lake Erie in Michigan. I promise, that is all I know." Looking at his brother for approval, Sam slits the demon's throat. Leaving him there for someone to find, Dean and Sam hit the road. After passing the "You are now leaving Illinois" sign, Sam begins to fall asleep, only to be awakened by his cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answered without checking the caller ID.
"I think I may have found a lead on where LJ is being kept. But I need your help." Dean mouths the words, "Who is it?" To which his brother mouthed, "Garth."
"We have too. Headed that way now." Sam told the Hunter.
"So you are headed to Hopkinsville, KY too?" The hope in the Hunter's voice was encouraging.
"Uh, no. We are headed to Michigan." Sam sent confused look towards Dean.
"Ah poopie. One of us must have gotten bad information." Sam smiled despite the situation. Dean grabbed Sam's phone from his hand.
"You check out Kentucky. Let us know what you find out. We will check Michigan. Hopefully one of us is right." And he slammed the phone shut.
"Dean, what if we got the wrong information? It's been 10 hours since LJ was taken, who knows what kind of torture has been done to her?"
"Sammy, What if we got the right information? If we turn around to head towards Kentucky and she isn't there..." He left off, leaving his brother to fill in the rest. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and was quiet for a while. Dean looked over, surprised his brother hadn't spoken in a while and saw that Sam was passed out. Smiling to himself, Dean turned up the radio, blasting ACDC's Back in Black startling Sam awake. He shot Dean one of his most famous bitch faces and turned the radio down.
"Aw, c'mon Sammy! We're almost there!" Dean exclaimed, passing a sign that welcomed them to Michigan.
"Great. Can't wait." The younger Winchester said in a completely monotone voice. Dean chuckled at his grumpy brother, excited to have an actual case for the first time in a while. The sound of Sam's cell ringing broke his train of thought.
"What's up Garth?" Sam answered, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Yeah, yeah okay. Just calm down alright? We are almost to where our lead was. Yeah. Okay. Bye." He sighed audibly and looked to Dean.
"Well, his lead was a bust. All that he found was, well, a bunch of nothing." Sam ran his hand through his long hair. He hoped with everything in him that the female Huntress was holding up alright.
Another loud scream of pain as the hammer came down on her hip. The walls echoed her scream, causing her already hurt head to throb even more. The bright light didn't help.
"You are one tough little chick, I'll give you that much, love." LJ gritted her teeth, holding back the choice words she wanted to spit out. A sigh took Crowley to her other side as he held the heavy hammer above her wrist.
"The thing isn't even worth this much pain to protect. Or is it?" With a swing of his hand, the hammer came down hard, easily breaking the Hunter's already sprained wrist.
"I... told you... I dunno where 'tis." The Hunter got out through strangled breaths. Setting the hammer aside, Crowley looked through over his table of torture devices. He decided on the blow torch, seeing that fire hurt a lot as it was slow.
"No, please." LJ begged. Crowley just smiled as he turned it on and watched as the blue flame came shooting out.
"Just tell me where the damned box that holds my amulet is!" His voice boomed around the room.
"Fine! I'll tell you, just make it stop!" She yelled, clutching her good hand into a fist. Smiling, Crowley turned off the blow torch. Taking deep breaths, the Hunter looked at her torturer.
"If you... go.. beneath the.." She was beginning to loose consciousness as the pain began to be unbearable.
"No no no!" Crowley exclaimed, smacking the cheeks of the Hunter. Her breaths were coming in short and ragged. Only wanting the box with his precious amulet, Crowley once again lit the blow torch. He held it to her shoulder, minutes after she began screaming. He trailed the fire down to her chest leaving small blisters here and there. After a while, he grew bored of her only whimpering and decided to again switch weapons. Looking again for a knife, he realized that his favorite one was missing. Not able to pass out, LJ glances around the room. Her vision is blurred, but she makes out two shapes moving quickly and silently across the room.
"Ah, here it is!" Crowley found his knife that curved upward slightly under two other knives he had used earlier.
"I'm giving you another chance. Tell me where it is!" He moved his face directly in front of hers, knife ready to stab her in the stomach.
"I.. dunno... where-" She was cut off by her own scream as the knife was plunged into her stomach. He slowly pulled it out and placed it under her chin.
"Seems like these weapons are getting me nowhere." He dropped the knife and punched her in the face, shaking his hand out afterward.
"Ow! You have a strong jaw, darling." He exclaimed, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.
"I'm getting tired. Please, let's just end this now." He was begging her.
"I dun-" Another fist in the face. LJ blacked out for a minute, but came to when her leg felt like it was being crushed by a truck. Black spots danced around her vision as she saw the figures moving closer. Crowley had his back turned to them, completely unaware that he had visitors. Just as he was about to stab her again, a hand stopped him.
"That's enough, Crowley." Was that... Dean Winchester? As time wore on, breathing became more difficult. Sam and Dean both fought Crowley until one of them eventually knocked him out. LJ was barely clinging to life when Sam began to unshackle her ankles.
"Holy shit." He exclaimed when he saw that one was close to being smashed right off.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean had come over to help his brother when he saw her up close. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her as Sam undid the leather straps that were barely covering her up.
"Tha-" She passed out before she could finish. Dean gave the injured girl to Sam, knowing that he was going to have to fight off demons. They easily got downstairs, only to be surrounded by demons. Pushing his brother in the opposite direction, he retreated with knife drawn. Sam stopped abruptly making Dean run into him. Demons were coming from both sides in thick packs.
"Dean, any plans?" Sam asked, backing against the wall.
"Where is Cas when you need him!?" Dean yelled, stabbing a demon in the throat when he lunged for him. Jumping when Cas appeared next to him, he stabbed another demon. Castiel placed a firm grip on Dean's shoulder while doing the same to Sam and they were immediately transported to the Impala. Sam held the injured girl in his lap as Cas went outside to fight demons away from the car. Stepping on the gas, Dean ran over three demons, making the Impala bump over every one.
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