Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Fresh Blood (5)

Fresh Blood (5)

Kylie's POV

The smell of mold and mildew filled my nose as we headed inside an old factory. Old chains hung from the ceiling, rattling with a small amount of air that followed us. Metal doors and heavy machinery lined the room, rotting away covered in cobwebs. My eyes took in the interior and my chest became heavy with panic. It was bad enough going up against a supercharged Gordon Walker, but the sharp tools and machinery made the situation twice as bad.

Dean nudged my shoulder, his chin jotting out to the hostage tied to the chair. Her body was covered in a heavy sweat, her hair stuck down to her forehead by dried blood. Sam moved quickly and carefully, wanting to get her free but not wanting to startle her.

"Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here." He worked on her binds as fast as his hands would let him. "Get up." He ordered softly, his hand going to her back to steady her on her feet. "Watch your head. Watch your head." I moved forward, brushing away some of the chains so she wouldn't whack her head. She attempted to take a step, almost falling as a sob escaped her lips. Dean took note and swept her up, figuring it would be quicker to carry her out rather than have her limp.

"You guys stay close." He ordered, Sam and I following as closely as we could behind him. I glanced around the room once more, my mouth opening to warn the brother's that this was too easy, too quick. A heavy mechanized door slid down quickly, separating Sam and I from Dean and the hostage in his arms. I didn't have the chance to spit out my warning.

"Son of a bitch!" I cursed out, my palm slapping heavily against the door, Sam's doing the same.

"Sam! Kylie!" I could hear Dean's panic voice, his hand much heavier than mine as he pounded on the other side.

"Dean!" Sam called, his eyes darting down to me, they were wide and on full alert.

"You two listen to me!"  Dean shouted, his voice echoing in the distance. "You two stay together, okay? Do not separate!"  He emphasized his words, making his message clear. Sam and I had to stick together, or Gordon would tear us apart. "And be careful!"

I sucked in a breath, trying to settle my heart, turning, I looked around the factory. There wasn't any clear sign of Gordon, not even the sound of his breathing. 

"Kylie," Sam spoke, "you stay right next to me okay? It's us against him." He reached for my hand giving it a squeeze before it pulled out his machete. "We can do this."

I gave a confident nod as I reached for my own machete, the handle heavy in my hand. "We can do this." I repeated his words.

Just as we took our first step there was a loud crash, my eyes darting around rapidly for any sign of danger. 

The lights around us went out leaving us in complete and utter darkness. My breath caught in my throat, a heavy pressure formed on my chest, my breathing turning into heavy pants.

We were trapped, my hands shaking as I tried to make out what was around me, but it was too dark not even a speck of light was seen.

"S-Sam, I-I can't see." I stuttered. I knew it was obvious, that he was in the same situation I was in, but I had to get it out had to hear his voice so I knew he was still here.

"Kylie, listen to me, you can't panic. I'm right here." I could hear his voice, my heart dropping a few beats, but still pounding rapidly.

"How are you doing Kylie?"  Gordon's voice echoed. "Bring back any old memories?"

I flinched when I realized the what he was doing. Not only was he hunting us, but he was making this a sick mental game. He wanted to make me feel like a child again, locked in a dark closet with no where to go.