"Dang it Sam!" Dean exclaimed, slapping his hand on the table in frustration. "Its been three days! How have we not found something yet?" He demanded and all Sam could do was shrug.
"This thing really knows how to cover its tracks Dean. Its hidden itself really well. But don't worry Dean. We'll find Jess. I know we will." Sam said confidently but Dean just hung his head.
"How, Sam? Huh?" Dean shoved some papers off of the table in anger before walking away. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as he bent to pick up the papers. He stared at them for a moment before a grin split across his face.
"Dean, I found something!" He exclaimed and Dean paused, turning to look at his brother. "I think I know where the demon took Jess."
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My head hung down, my chin resting on my chest as blood trickled down from the corner of my mouth. My eyes were shut and I was breathing heavily. Even just breathing made everything hurt. All of the wounds that the demon had inflicted were still open and bleeding freely. I groaned in pain as he grabbed he hair at the back of my head and pulled back, lifting my head off of my chest.
"You know, this has been quite experience Jess." The demon said caressing my neck, causing me to shudder. "But sadly, our time like this must come to an end." He came around in front of me. "Say goodnight." He said before punching me, sending me unconscious.
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"Dean. This is the place. I think." Sam said suddenly and Dean slowly stopped and shut off the engine. It was an old apartment building, a pretty run down place. There was a couple of families living there, but not enough to cause issues for them.
"Alright. Let's do this." Dean said, loading his gun. Sam nodded as they got out of the Impala, gun in one hand and a vial of holy water in the other. Dean stuck the holy water in his pocket and led the way into the building. The first thing he saw was a staircase leading down. "Sam." Dean whispered, gesturing toward the stairs. Sam nodded and the brothers began to make their way down. When they got to the bottom Dean took a few steps and peeked around the wall.
"Anything?" Sam asked quietly.
"Door at the end of a hall." Dean grunted. "Couldn't be anymore cliché." He led the way again, pausing by the door. He waited for Sam to get in position and he counted down with hus fingers before opening the door. In the middle of the room was someone in a chair, their head hanging down. Dean made his way to the person while Sam scanned the rest of the room for any threats.
"Clear." Sam said as Dean reached the middle of the room.
"Jess?" Dean asked and the figure groaned, lifting her head to reveal Jess's face.
"Dad?" She whispered and Dean nodded.
"Yeah, its me Jess." He said as he began to undo the zipties holding her to the chair.
"My head hurts." She moaned as Dean picked her up.
"Its alright. Everything's good now. We're gonna get you out of here." Dean promised, carrying her bridal style out to the Impala. He laid her in the back seat and he and Sam climbed in, driving back to the motel. In the back seat, Jess laid there with her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips.
