A Supernatural Story:

A Supernatural Story: Part 14

"I have to go to her." "She'll never stop." "It will never stop."

"I know." His voice shook "I know."

  Morning came like an unwanted guest. The sun poured down over them. Castiel paced the room as he had throughout the night. Sam sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Dean stood at the doorway, his mouth in a thin line. He glanced down at Emma sleeping on the bed. Her face was peaceful in the light and his mind flashed back to her in the back of his car. Hands tied with a tear streaked face. His lips pressed together, he raised a fist and punched the door frame. Sam jumped and Emma awoke her purple eyes shining through the brown. She looked up at Dean and her eyes filled. He couldn't look anymore. "Fuck" he said and turned walking out the motel room door. Emma swung her legs over the side of the bed. She went into the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She pulled a T-shirt dress over her head and stared at the purple bleeding through the brown of her eyes. She stepped out of the bathroom. Sam and Cass looked up towards her. She glanced through the window at Dean who stood with his back to the room. She gazed at him for as long as she could and then she closed her eyes and reached out with her power. She saw her mother's face through the haze. She opened up to her. Her body felt like it wasn't her own. Her mind went blank. She could hear Dean now, he had run into the room. "Emma!" he shouted as he ran towards her. He was too late. Emma felt her mother's hands surround her. "Dean!" She tried to call out to him but her mother's hand closed over her mouth. Dean stood where she had been, his face was splintered with shock and his chest pounded with his own breathing.

  Emma's body fell a thousand feet. She felt herself being ripped through reality. When she landed her mind steadied and she opened her eyes to a dark room. She was on the floor and no light shone through. The cement was cold on her body which felt like it had been broken several times over. Her hair fell around her shoulders and her legs were bruised from the ground. She tried to sit herself up and took a shuddering breath. A lamp stood in the corner of the room with a dim light and the stone walls seemed to close in around her. Tears stung her eyes and a heavy feeling settled itself on her chest. So this is how my mother wishes to keep me. She thought. Punished for eternity. Her hands stung and she looked down to see that they were scraped and bleeding. She wondered how hard the magic had thrown her to the floor and she slid her body over to the lamp to try and see. Her breathing quickened as she saw the bruises that covered her arms and legs. She reached up to touch a gash on her forehead, and one on her cheek like the angel had created. Was her mother planning on forcing her to kill Michael in this state? Or was she just planning on keeping her here forever?" She tried to calm herself but her mind flashed to Dean. She saw his face smiling down at her and she felt his touch on her skin. Sobs escaped her lips as she realised that she would probably never see him or anyone again. She laid her body on the floor and rested her cheek against the cold cement. She closed her eyes and sleep overtook her.

  At some point she felt someone lift her under her arms. She slid across the floor and her body was placed in a chair. She tried to open her eyes and she thought she saw her mother's face. "Mom" She tried to whisper but the figure ignored her. Her body limp in the chair she felt her hands and feet being tied down. The rope burned her and she saw it glow from the corner of her eyes. She tried to speak again but the effort was too much. Her head fell and she slipped back into sleep.

"Emma." "Emma." a deep voice. "Emma" "Emma please wake up, my God please wake up." Emma tried to lift her head as high as it would go. Her eyes flashed as she fought to keep herself awake. The lamp light barely streaked across the floor but she could make out another figure tied to a chair. A strong build, a firm jaw, and hands in fists.

"Dean" she breathed.

"Oh my God, thank you." his voice shook. "I thought you were dead Emma." "She must have drugged you or something." "Emma, look at me honey." "That's it." "That a girl." "Jesus, she did a number on you."

"No" Emma forced the word out. "You shouldn't be here." "No!"

"Sorry princess, I just couldn't stay away." "I figured she would take you here and she did." "She certainly did." His eyes scanned her body and his face was cement.

"Where are we?" She asked. Her eyes were open now and she saw Dean fully now seated in a chair near her. His hands were tied to the arms of the chair and his legs to the feet. He had a cut on his forehead and his gray shirt had blood on it.

"Where else?" "Your mother's creepy house." Emma was taken aback she had never been to this room. She looked about and winced as her body fought her movements.

"We are in the basement." "I know because she had a demon drag me down here after she paralysed my body with her creepy magic."

"You shouldn't have come." Emma felt tears sting her face.

"Don't cry princess." "Everything is going to be okay." His voice trailed off and he looked nervously around the room. "Sam and Cass will be looking for me." "They'll figure it out eventually."

"You didn't tell them!?"

"No, they wouldn't have let me come." "But, I couldn't just let you give yourself up to every supernatural being there is just to save us." Emma looked at him through blurred vision.

"She will kill you."

"Better me than you princess." He smiled at her and her heart twisted in her chest.

"She'll kill me too."

"Well, then she better kill me first because otherwise there's no way in Hell she's getting to you."

"You're tied to a chair."

"That's never stopped me before." Emma stared at him. Idiot

"I love you." The words fell from her mouth and she looked up at him afraid of what she had just done.

"I love you too princess." He paused and repeated his words "I love you too." He took a shuddering breath. "I'm going to get us out of here."