Chapter one: Bait
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Dean: 26
Sam: 22
Christina: 15
It was just the three of them. Three people locked inside a room. There were no windows, no furniture, nothing. Just one door and three people.
Christina looked around at what she supposed were her fellow 'Inmates'. Both were leant against the opposite wall to here with equally sullen looks on their faces. She was quite sure that she had met neither of the two men yet there was a niggling feeling at the back of mind telling her that they looked strangely familiar. They'd told here that they were brothers, Sam and Dean and had been hunting whatever it was that had brought them here.
By 'it' she supposed they had meant 'who' or rather the very creepy man that had dragged her here. The whole experience was very strange and Christina was sat curled up on the hard floor trying not to cry in front of the strange men with her. She was still half expecting to wake up from whatever nightmare it was she'd walked into. She wondered vaguely how such a normal day could have gone so wrong.
Flash back
The bell that signalled the end of school was ringing in her ears as Christina swung her bag over her shoulder and made her way out of the English classroom. As she got the front doors her best friend Cassie Whitnall joined her.
"So" Laughed Cassie, "I heard Josh asked you to the dance on Friday." Christina gave a groan, " I do not want to talk about it." Her face was a picture of despair but a small smile tugged at her lips. ," I don't know why your so against him Chrissie, he's no genius but he must work out like five hours a day." Christina responded with a roll of her eyes,
"He's also an arrogant jerk whose face looks like it's been hit by a bus." They both burst out laughing and Christina was still smiling when she opened her front door.
She could hear voices coming from the kitchen but her mum was supposed to have left for work a few hours ago. She crept forward slowly and peered through the open door. Her mum was tied to a chair facing away from her and struggling furiously against her bonds. In front of her there was a man pacing clearly getting more and more frustrated.
He looked to be around fifty and wore regular clothing for an old dude. His face was unshaven and when she spotted his eyes she gave a start. They were a deep blood red. He seemed to be very and his face was distorted in rage.
" I know he's been here damn it and if you don't tell me where's gone so help me I will rip you limb from limb." Christina could see her mother trying to calm down but her hands were shaking. "I've never heard of a John Winchester never mind had him in my house." If she'd managed to keep her voice from shaking then she may have sounded believable. Her mother had always been bad at lying. The man raised his hand as if to hit her. That was when Christina gasped. Then man's head snapped up in her direction and before she'd even managed to move he had strode across the kitchen and flung the door open.
She looked up into the bloody eyes and couldn't help but recoil at the hatred in them. She made to move backwards but his hand shot out and quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist. He pulled her close to him and sniffed. A maniac look came onto his face, " Another Winchester," He grinned, " More bait.
"No, no she's got nothing to do with this. I don't know where John is I swear. Just leave my daughter alone." Christina started to shake at how terrified her mother sounded.
"Please, she doesn't know anything."
"Anything about what?" He mocked. Christina began to struggle against his hold until he grabbed her head and rammed it into the wall. The world started to go blurry and no matter how hard she tried to hold onto it, it soon fell into darkness.
NowWhen she woke up she was in the room. If it could be called that it was more of a cell than anything. It had solid concrete walls, ceiling and floor covered in white peeling paint.
She looked back at the two men she was with. They were still stood side by side but now the tall one was impatiently tapping his foot and the shorter one glaring at the floor. They both looked very intimidating and it was for this reason that she hadn't voiced any of her questions. But the silence was maddening and so she cleared her throat slightly and looked up at the pair, "who was that man?" She asked neither one in particular.
The shorter one answered, Dean she thought, " It's not who, It's what." Perhaps they were mad. "Excuse me?"
"It is not what, It's who. Or rather what kind of Demon " Yep defiantly mad and frustrated if his voice was anything to go by. Perhaps she should shut up now. But then again she was sort of interested in what they had to say, the man did have red eyes after all., "Demons? He looked kinda like a human, no horns or anything." This time it was Sam that answered, "Demons possess humans so they can get around unnoticed have a body etc. That's why the dudes eyes were red."
"Oh but what would a demon want with me? Or you?" She didn't believe them but perhaps it was just best if she went along with it. Again Dean answered, "We don't know what it wants with you, why don't you tell us?" He was defiantly angry again and Christina looked down startled.
"Dean." Sam admonished. He sighed and pushed himself off the wall. He came and sat next to her curled up form. It was cold in the cell and she pretty much scared half to death. Sam gave her a warm smile and she uncurled slightly. "Ignore him, he's worried about our dad, apparently we're here as bait."
"Yeah me to I think. I don't really know who for though. The man, demon thing was at my house. He had my mum…" She broke off with a sob remembering her mum tied to the chair sobbing and shaking. Then she started to sob and shake.
"He had her tied to a chair, and he was going to hit her." She was outright panicking now.
"Calm down kid." Mumbled Dean. " Who was he looking for anyway, I mean who could you be bait for."
"I don't know. He sniffed me then went oh another Win...Bang." She was interrupted by the sound of a gun being fired somewhere above them.
Endnotes:
Really sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm not very good with them.