If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

Hostage

"With the Winchester boys, huh?" Jamie's British accent was the first thing I heard upon opening my eyes. If he wasn't a demon, and if he didn't sound so menacing, it'd be nice.
I was tied to a chair in a storage room. The only exits were the door, which was guarded by two demons, and a window, which was too high for me to get out without help.
"I must say, I expected better of you, Lexie."
"Why's that?" I raised my eyebrows. Wow. I'm more comfortable with demons than with people.
"You don't know, do you?" He grinned, as if he were in on some joke that was being kept from me, and me alone.
"I can't answer that unless you tell me what it is you think I don't know."
He got in my face, pressing the sharp edge of a knife into my collarbone, but not hard enough to cut me. "You should watch that smart mouth of yours, dear, or I may have to use this on you. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"Sam and Dean probably wouldn't, but I'm pretty indifferent." I shrugged as much as I possibly could.
"Call Dean. Get him here. Don't tell them what's going on. Tell them you've got me tied up. You're nothing more than bait. Once we have the Winchesters, we'll let you go."
"And if I don't call?"
"I'll have to use this." He waved the knife before my eyes. It was shiny, which meant it was clean. He can use that all he wants.
"Go ahead and carve me up. I won't betray them."
"Your beloved Sammy.... He's one of us." Jamie dug the knife into the skin by my collar bone, and I sighed in relaxation as I felt blood begin to spill from the cut. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
"Meaning?" I prompted.
"Meaning that he has demon blood in him. Meaning that he's just as bad as the rest of us."
I kept a straight face. That was nothing I couldn't accept, I guess. He's a good person. Just because he has some bad blood doesn't mean he's a spawn of Satan. No pun intended.
Plus, Jamie could be lying. Demons do tend to do that.
"And Dean. Your Mr. Tough Guy, Mr. Unbreakable? He was broken. He is broken. Sammy, his sweet baby brother, died, and Dean just couldn't take it. So you know what he did? He made a deal with the Crossroad's Demon. He was in Hell for forty years because of that. Think about that, sweetheart.
"Your little charity case... He was in Hell for forty years. Do you know how terrible that would be? Thirty years of unbelievable torture."
"He's not my charity case. If anything, I'm theirs."
"Don't you want to know what happened those other ten years, dear?"
"I have a feeling you'll tell me anyways."
Or they tell the truth in order to mess with your head.
"Yes I will. We'll see if you still want to protect them after this."
"Trust me, I will."
"For those last ten years, he ripped souls apart. Millions of souls. As it seems, he is no better than us."
"He's far better than any of you can ever be." I wanted to cry. "He's stronger, kinder, all kinds of better. He held out for thirty years. He did pretty damn good if you ask me.
"And Sam... Just because he has demon blood doesn't mean he's evil. He's a million times better than anyone else I know."
"He has the power to do many great, evil things, Lexie."
"And yet he doesn't do any of them."
"We'll see." He said with a wolffish grin. He stood up straight. "Will you make the call?"
"No."
He made a deep gash on my arm. "Now?"
"Please." I said. "Keep going." I squeezed my eyes shut as he obeyed.
"My pleasure." He smiled. "Painful yet?"
"Quite, thanks." I sighed, relieved. That was so much better than anything I could've done myself. "Now, if you're going to kill me, I'll show you some major veins to cut. In fact, I have the path drawn out already for one of them."
"You don't value your life, I see."
"Not one bit. Now, if you'll untie me, I'll call Dean."
"No. I'll hold the phone for you."
"Okay."
"Hey. Where are you?" Dean answered. Jamie gave me a look, telling me to watch myself.
"I'm with Jamie in a storage room. There's a beautiful view out the window. Two of his friends are here as well. They're cool, but they aren't tall enough to see out the window either. Oh, and I'm sorry: I cut. Just thought I'd tell you."
"Okay, well we'll have to talk about that. See you later. Have fun. Tell Jamie hello."
"Will do. Tell Sammy hey."
"Will do. Maybe tomorrow we could play tennis?"
"Yep, sounds cool. Bye."
"See you."
"We need a chair like this. It's nice on the back."
"We'll see."
"You ever listened to Renegade by Styx?"
"Yeah. It's good."
"Yeah."
"Bye."
"See you."
He had gotten my message.
They know Jamie's a demon, I told them the storage room and that it was cool, hinting the location. I warned them about his two goons. I described the place. I told him I had been injured. Dean doesn't play tennis, nor would he want to. I had told him I was tied up in a chair.
"That wasn't the plan, Lexie."
"Trust me, it'll work better that yours."
"We'll see."
"You were human once, right?"
Jamie only ignored me.
"Maybe it was a long time ago. Or maybe you were an angel. But-"
"I was an angel. I was right under Lucifer, the Morningstar."
"Don't you remember God?"
Silence.
"Don't you remember His mercy? His grace? His goodness?"
"I chose my side."
"Don't you regret it? You guys talk about Hell like it's horrid."
"Well, it is Hell." He snapped.
"Why would you choose that over God? Over Heaven?"

"You shouldn't put so much faith in those boys." Jamie said.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Feisty." He grinned. "I like it."
I wrinkled my nose. Gross. This would be okay if he wasn't a creep.
An attractive creep, but a creep nonetheless.
But then... All Hell broke loose.
Pardon the pun.