Winchester's girl

chapter six

After the 20 something year old mystery man ties me to the chair with various pieces of rope, Crawley grabs another chair from the kitchen and places the back of the chair a few feet away from my face. He sits down in the chair, facing my direction and allows his hands to dangle out straight in front of him.
"I talked to your cousin last night, sweetheart. He said you're ready to come work for me." I tug at the ropes wrapped around my wrist, trying to break free but only find that I can barely even lift them from the wooden arm of the chair. Crowley pulls some sort of stick looking object out of his black coat pocket and holds it up in front of him.
As he begins to speak it turns a bright red. "This, is my little weapon. Gets a lot of information out of people. One touch to the skin and it burns the flesh off."

I stop wiggling around in my seat and look over to the 20 year-old that seemed to give me some type of warning when I first entered the home. He is leaning against the wall that separates the kitchen from the living room with a small hint of remorse in his eyes. My eyes are drawn to his hands and I see that he is holding a bat.
Crawley snaps his fingers in front of my face and I focus my attention back over to him.
"My cousin doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm not interested in any of this."
Crowley takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes. "As a little girl being raised by your cousin you would think you would give back to him by helping him out." I shake my head no and remain silent.

My cousin has raised me since I was two-years-old. Both my parents had left me with him after they moved to London to further their career in business fashion. John Winchester had grown up with my cousin and they often hunted together. Being clueless to situations around me and not understanding that my life is different, I never understood what was going on until I came home one day and my cousin, was gone. Instead, I found John sitting at my dinning room table. He quickly had a conversation with me about how he had to take me to go live with his boys for an undetermined amount of time because I was in a dangerous situation.
At that time I knew John had kids, but I knew nothing about them. Not even if they were males are females. In all honestly, I barely knew John, or even my cousin. I mainly only had my friends and myself. In a matter of less than a month I was told that monsters, devils, demons, ghost, and angels were real. And now I'm sitting in front of the king of hell, tied up against my will, because he wants to take my soul.

"Leave me alone. Find someone else." I say. Slightly getting up from his chair he takes the stick and places it on the side of my thigh. It lights up to a bright red and quickly burns through my leggings and burns through my skin. Screaming from the pain, I pull at the ropes on both my wrist and ankles to try and break free again. However, still no progress.
After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably only five seconds or so, he removed the stick from my leg. The pain seems to get worse and worse as the air gently flys around the newly burned area. My eyes fill with tears and I bite my bottom lip from pain.

The room goes silent and Crowley smiles with the most evil smirk I've ever seen. "The boys are here, time to have some fun." I hear the impala doors slam shut and feel some sort of fabric wrap around my mouth. I catch eye contact with the 20-something year old again as he tightly ties a piece of cloth around my mouth. My chair is pushed all the way to the back of the room as I once again pull at the ropes to try and break free.
The front door swings open with Sam and Dean running inside. Both wearing some sort of solid t-shirt and dark colored jeans. However, their outfits differ as Sam wears a flannel and Dean wears a leather jacket.
"Hello, boys." Crowley snaps his fingers and immediately Dean is pinned to one of the walls and Sam is thrown over to my direction. The 20 something year-old is no where in sight but the amount of pressure from his knot on the cloth feels like that he just tightened it.

"It's gonna be okay. It'll be okay. We're gonna get you out of here." Sam begins to untie my wrist but I feel a burning sensation a bit further down on my thigh on the same leg that I had already been burned on. I started to moan and cry but the noise is limited by the thickness of the cloth.
"Well boys, I think my work here is done for the night. Good luck with those knots, Sammy. When they're undone your brother will be let down and she'll stop burning"