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"Bring on the pain motherfucker" _____________________________________________ Olivia
Did you miss me Olive?" Brian's voice rang through my phone.
I sat there stunned for a minute my mouth parted slightly. Dean was humming quietly to the music.
"What's the matter cat's got your tongue?" He sang cheerfully.
"What the hell do you want?" I spat
"Oh olive is that any way to talk to your husband?" I could hear the smirk on his lips.
"How did you get this number?" I yelled getting a questionable look from Dean.
"How's the stomach feeling?" He mocked
"I knew that was you..you son of bitch!" I was yelling so loud that Sam was sitting up as well him and Dean exchanging glances.
"Here's what's going to happen...your going to kiss the Winchesters goodbye get out of the car slowly and walk two miles back in the other direction. a car will pull up and take you to the bar two towns over so we can finish our chat" he sipped his beverage loudly.
"And why would I do that?" I mocked
"Because... love you wouldn't want your precious little Winchester's to get into a bad accident now would you? Get out of the car and If you breathe a word of this to Sam and Dean....I'll kill them and make you watch" he cackled the line went dead.
I looked back at the phone closing it violently.
"Could you stop the car?" I questioned clearing my throat.
Dean gave me a concerned look gripping the steering wheel harder, his knuckles white.
"Just do what I asked please," I pleaded our eyes meeting for a brief second.
"What's going on just talk to us" Sam questioned I pulled out my gun from the waistband of my pants aiming at Dean's head
"Just please..please do what I asked I don't want to hurt you," I begged my eyes glassy and dead.
Dean stopped the car.
"Toss the keys out the window...now!" I yelled Dean did as he was told. Sam aimed his gun at my head. His eyes pleading with me.
"Put your gun down and talk to us." Sam muttered .
"I can't. So either kill me or let me leave" I muttered my voice low and raspy.
Sam put his gun down and I got out of the car opening the trunk. I grabbed my things and slammed the trunk closed walking over to Dean's window. I pulled off my necklace that my mom gave me when I was young and threw it in the car.
"Please don't follow me.. I'm doing this for you and Sam to keep you guys safe." I whispered the last word hoping Dean got what I was saying and started walking down the road. Not looking back at the Impala.
After forty-five long minutes I reached the two miles marker and stood there a black SUV pulling up shortly after my arrival. A black guy climbed out in a black suit. He smirked at me flashing his black eyes at me before returning them to their regular brown color. He opened the door and I got In being accompanied by more men in Black suits. They all sat their eyes forward no words coming out of their mouths. The only sound being heard, were the tires gracing the road. After a while the driver spoke up. Meeting my eyes in the mirror.
"Mr. Wilson sends his regards as he couldn't be here to pick you up himself." The demon smiled eyes scanning my body. I gulped hard and adjusted my jacket on my frame. Lips pressed in a thin line.
"You can tell..Mr.Wilson is it.. to go fuck himself" a smirked pressed on my lips now.
The demon next to me clearly didn't like what I said glaring at me now.
"Do these two speak or are they just the muscles of the group?"I asked the driver pointing at the two next to me. The driver just glared at me the car growing silent again. After what felt like eternity the car stopped on a dirty road in front of the bar where I was last with Dean.
Of course he choose this place. The Demon next to be pulled me out of the car by my arm and I kicked him in the balls. Which only pissed him off more earning a slap in the face. I charged towards him only to be grabbed by both arms from the other demons. I fought in their grasp as they carried me inside my lip bleeding from the slap I earned moments before. They threw me down into the booth Brian's hazel eyes meeting mine a smirk present on his lips.
He smirked more as he sipped his alcohol. His knuckles clasped around the glass.
"Hi Olive.. long time no see" he smirked eyes darting up and down my figure.
"What the hell do you want?" I yelled causing a couple from the table next to us to look back.
He shot a reassuring smirk and curt nod in their direction. Causing them to get up and leave the table.
"Oh Olive..what I want is my wife back at home with me. Not hunting with the Winchester's" he smirked kissing my hand
"Ex-wife and I wouldn't go home with you...if you were the last man on earth. So really what the hell do you want? I questioned earning a smack to the face.
"Have some respect." He spat teeth gritted. When I was around him I felt weak, vulnerable. You see Brian knew everything about me. Everything that I didn't tell Sam And Dean. Every secret, every tattoo that was imprinted on my skin, every scar, bump and bruise some he left himself, every secret, Brian knew so much that I was afraid of him. Every hair on my neck stood up in his presence. Every shade in my skin drained. He was really the only monster in my closet that could get to me. That truly scared me.
"Fine.. truth is I heard you have the Stone of Resurrection" he quipped sipping his drink again.
"I don't know what your talking about never heard of it" I quipped back getting close to his face. A smirk playing on my lips. This earned another blow to my face. I straightened out my jaw with my hand. The taste of pennies lingering on my tongue. I spit on the ground.
" Wrong answer..take her downstairs" Brian ordered the demons. They grabbed me by both arms as I fought in their grasp. They walked me through some double doors and into a dark room a chair sitting in the middle of room. Chains attached to the chair. They chained me by my wrist sitting my down in the chair and leaving as Brian entered the room again. Jack Daniels bottle in one hand a case in the other. He laid the case on the table in a the far corner of the room. Opening it to reveal different torture devices.
I gulped hard fixing my eyes forward as he walked towards me a grin on his smug face.
"I'm gonna ask again..where's the stone?" He yelled spitting in my face.
"Like I said before...I have no idea what your talking about" I cooed smirking at him earning a punch to the stomach. I coughed profusely. Trying to catch my breath. As Brian paced in front of me. These torturing acts went on for hours. Brian leaving the room a few times and sending in one of his lackeys to take over. After a few more hours the torture stopped and I sat in the room. My face bloody and bruised my lips and right eye were swollen. I was tired but not defeated. Praying Sam and Dean understood the hint I left them and were hopefully coming to find me.
What little feeling I had left in my eyes was beginning to fade as sleep kissed me goodnight.
