The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 14. Time For Murder

Hearing her name travel with the wind's course, Niamh ran full of adrenaline as she ignored the pain with all her might, making pained noises when the low grass stung her fresh stab wounds or cut her arms and cheeks. The kidnapper shouted after her, looking for her in the thick and tall grass while Niamh didn't even look where she was running, she just wanted to run away where she couldn't hear the evil calling of her name anymore. The sky was not on her side either; clouds gathered over the earth, creating a dark blanket from which lightnings of every shape and intensity of brightness emanated. Niamh didn't have to wait long for the sky to open up and cold raindrops to start washing roughly over her trembling, bloody figure. Thinking the woman was approaching her, she turned her way to the side and after a few meters fell to the floor when she tripped over a molehill. She cried as she landed on her most bruised and cut leg.

"Where are you, Niamh?" The lady taunted as she was slowly lurking towards Niamh.

Niamh tried to control her rigid breathing and rapid heartbeat as she applied pressure to the newly opened wound on her left leg. She tried to move as little as possible so as not to make any sounds. A few quiet moments were interrupted by thunder and raindrops hitting the leaves, and when Niamh finally thought she was safe, her scream for help sounded at the same time as another thunder came when she felt her hair being pulled from behind. She fell on her back to the floor and was hit several times by the woman who then grabbed her sprained ankle and began dragging her across the rough floor, back towards the building.

"Try running away again, and I will break both of your legs."

Niamh's head hit the uneven surface several times while her thin undershirt was lifted resulting in countless scratches and wounds on her back. She tried to stop herself by grabbing the nearby weeds and stalks of dry grass but the strength in her arms was giving out. Her shouting at the top of her voice and begging for help was in vain as she was far from everything alive.

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"Tell me again, why's Jack here with us?" Dean demanded as he rashly stopped his car on the muddy road along the White Rock creek.

"I am not leaving him alone with--" Castiel tried to speak but Dean cut him off pretty fast.

"Yeah, yeah while angels are on his ass, but I don't want double figures of people to save at this unget-at-able, godforsaken place."

"You will not need to save me," Jack protested from the back seat.

"Just stay back, Sam and I will take a look around and call you if we need help."

Sam and Dean got out of the car that echoed with raindrops which soaked their first layer of clothing and their bags almost immediately. After finding the shallowest part of the creek, they headed with soaked boots towards the abandoned forge behind which the field of tall grass stretched for miles. With their guns in the air in front of them and angel blades in the back pockets, they approached the old building as they heard a shattering cry for help. Dean almost broke the façade of a vengeful killer and screamed his friend's name, but his brother's hand found his place over his mouth, motioning with his finger over his lips to stay silent. They peeked their heads over the barrel overgrown with weed and watched as Niamh was dragged by her leg through the doors which banged closed after them.

"I'm gonna torch her feathery ass, she'll wish she was never created," Dean said through gritted teeth while tightening his jaw.

On the other end of the door, Niamh was doing something she promised herself she never would. She begged. She begged for mercy and begged for this agony to stop. To all of which she only got mocking laughter in response as the cruel woman bound her by the deeply cut wrists. Her bare feet barely touched the cold floor that was her only friend.