The Sacrifice

Chapter 16: Someone That You're With

*Ashley's POV*

When I came too, I was not on the cold bathroom floor as I expected myself to be in still, I was now in an elaborate room that seemed to remind me of being a princess. I tried to sit up but quickly fell back, my head spinning from the sudden change in elevation but I remembered that I was not supposed to be here. I looked around, half-expecting Castiel or Gabriel to have possibly taken me away from the bar where Dean and I were fighting. When no sight of angel feathers informed me, I then thought of Stormy but no note or sign of the others greeted me yet again. I stood up and the saw that I was not in my previous attire but in an elegant yet simple black and red gown that reminded me of the ball gown I wore for Valentine's day but again, more simple. I felt self-conscious because this gown was too short for my liking but I knew that I needed to get out of here.

I start for a young woman who seemed to be almost like a servant from her attire greets the door but she had no iris in her eyes, they were all black. 'This must be what Demon eyes look like...I remember Dean telling me something about it but this is too close for comfort.' I think to myself as she bows lowly. "Sorry to interrupt your nap but the king has ordered me to prepare you for dinner and I am here to just that." She says as I felt my stomach drop and my skin go cold, I was going to die and be eaten by some cannibalistic king! She seemed surprised and quickly rose before looking at me. "I do not mean to prepare you as in butcher you up and serve you to the king...He has ordered that you be treated like a queen by his order and any who causes you harm, they are to be punished. Please, allow me to brush your hair." She says softly as she leads me to a vanity in the room, making me sit.

It felt different, yes, I used to have my hair brushed as a child by my mother but with this demon, it felt darker and more sinister. She kept brushing as I tried to wrap my head around this whole predicament. "I do not know why I am even here. I need to go home, to see my family and my friends. Please tell your king that I am not the girl he is looking for." I try to say as she smiles softly before putting my hair into a soft up do. "His majesty has said that you have become something he cannot exist without. Originally, you were supposed to be seen as just a hostage for the Winchesters but it seems that his majesty has possibly developed feelings for you....my lady." She says as she helps me stand and looks at the gown I was wearing to sleep in before walking to a closet near my location.

Wait, I was supposed to be a hostage for Winchesters...For Sam, Dean, Harlow and everyone yet...this king has taken a liking to me. Before I could finish thinking, the girl comes back out and helps me into clothing that is more comfortable; black skinny jeans, a red shirt that has the British flag on it and comfortable flats. I could feel myself getting used to this but I remembered that John and Sherlock would be worried if I do not come home soon. The last time I was gone for a long period, they called Mycroft to search for me by GPS and I was just stuck at the store. I was about to ask her if I could call them before I felt something's cold wet nose on me and heard growling that caused me to jump behind her. "What the hell is that?" I almost yell as she shakes her head. "Lady Ashley, the noise is of a Hellhound. That is Juliet, His Majesty's personal pet. She is not used to you so she is trying to recognize who is in her home that is not a demon." She informs me while pointing at nothing.

Ok, I am not that blind or stupid but there is nothing there. "I hate to bust your demonic bubble but there is nothing at what you are pointing at unless I am imagining things." I explain as she snaps and this face of realization appears. "I remember what I was supposed to give you now...my mistake." She fakes sympathy as she hands me some nice looking glasses and I look at her as if she has lost her mind. "Please put them on my lady. This way you can see the hell hound." She rolls her eyes as Juliet, who was close now was growling at her and she seemed to flinch as I suppressed a chuckle, putting on the classes but I am greeted by a large black dog that reminded me of having mange but she was also sewn together and her eyes were a fiery red. She was beautiful in her own way that is for sure.