A Fork In The Road

Chapter 2: Shit Fire

The room is dark and cold. I can't hear anything over the ringing in my ears and there's a small, metallic pool forming on my tongue. As parts of the room come into focus I realize that I'm in what looks like a suburban living room. Children's school pictures on the wall, 2 grinning red headed boys. The horrible flowered curtains reminded me of some 1970s home magazine cover. So much blood dripping from nose, down my chin, and onto my jeans. Wiping it away is not an option, my hands are bound behind my back and tied to a wooden chair. Every time I tug a bit I can feel my skin tearing and the pain makes everything spin. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"Hello again, I don't believe I had the pleasure of a formal introduction when we last met."

The slow hiss in his voice sounds familiar.

The light clicked on and there stood the thin, snake like man from the bar. I can see him better now and I wished that I couldn't. Rotten teeth, scars, and all.

"Wish I could say that it's a pleasure but you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes," I cough out. Every muscle in my face hurts when I speak. I didn't need a mirror to know that my nose is broken this time.

"Well sweetheart, this meat suit wasn't my first choice but it will do. I just need a moment alone with Dean Winchessster, then I can return home."

The extra hiss in Dean's last name scared the shit out of me, sending a chill down my spine.

I thought for a moment before I answered, going over every possible way I could keep Dean from harm, then I broke out in hysterical laughter, "What makes you think that Dean will come for me, you've got to be the dumbest demon that I've ever met! Do your research, moron, Dean and I hate each other. He would rather watch me die than rescue me."

The anger crept from the floor all the way up to the crease of his twisted smile and his eyes flashed black. The creature took of his trench coat, carefully folded it and lay it on the arm of a worn leather recliner before he glided over to me. He leaned into view, close enough that I could smell the rotting flesh on his breath, smile still resting on his lips and said, "It is you that should do some research, sweetheart. I know Dean's past, I know his soul, I know his heart. I have waited a long time to contemplate his end. The hard part, when dealing with vermin like the Winchesssters, is trapping them. It took a while to find a way around their instinct but I did. If Dean cares for someone, more than himself, he will attempt to save them. You see, it's not a matter of if he will come, it's when."

I know that Dean will try to save me, that's just part of his motto; saving people, hunting things, the family business. Was I missing something though? This putrid creature is sure that Dean will come for me. Does he love me? If he loves me, in what way does he love me? I should be more frightened but once again all I can think of is him. The way his eyes hardly ever meet mine, the way my body tingles when he is close, the way...

"Not much to say I see. Well, all we can do is wait but I will tell you that I tend to become impatient if my demands are not met. I barrowed your cellular device to summon Dean. I hope you don't mind," the demons voice had calmed by the time he interrupted my thoughts. He was sitting on the tattered couch now, close enough to touch if I could extend my arm. I hadn't noticed before but there is a clock just above the entry, 8:46pm. I have been here for a good 8 hours?

"Exactly when did you 'barrow' my cell phone," I ask. Hoping that I may have an idea of what is to come.

"I did tell you that I do become upset if I am expected to wait," he said as his eyes shot up to the clock. "It has been 3 hours and 4 minutes, far too long for a response as far as I'm concerned."

I knew it, Dean is already here. Probably Sam as well. I haven't been scared from the beginning or felt that this demons intention was to hurt me, his anger is focused on Dean. He must know this too so I'm sure that he is waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. Why? Who is this odd man, demon... whatever?

"Who are you?" The words shoot out of my mouth before I can catch them.

There's that wicked grin again. He looks pleased as he begins to speak, "It's not much concern to you but I can entertain a dying woman's wish. My name is Thomas, son of Azazel, but you can call me Tom."

A dying woman's wish!? Shit, I was wrong about his intentions.

"You see, Dean has taken much from me including my father and now he must pay. I could take Sam, and I intend too, but I am starting small. You will be the first of my payback to Dean Winchessster, but not the last." It seemed as if he had more to say but the explosion outside startled both of us.

Just as the creature stood up a fire erupted in front of the house. From what I could see a car was on fire, pretty close to the door.

"It looks like our guest may have arrived. Stay here if you would like your death to be pain free," he said as he headed for the door.

Before I could blink I felt tugging at the ropes around my wrists. "Dean," I said a bit too happily.

"No Gabby, it's me. I'll explain later, let's get you out of here first," Sam said with urgency.

Less than a second later I saw Tom's silhouette in the doorway and Sam was pinned to the wall above the couch. The house began to shake and the lights flickered. Tom was less pleasant now, eyes black and mouth seething as he spoke, "Sam Winchessster, nice of you to join us! Plans do change and I'm willing to take 2 lives tonight rather than one. WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?"

By now the creature was standing in front of the couch, just beneath Sam's legs, gripping his throat tighter without laying a single boney finger on him.

"I'm right here, you skinny douche bag. Nice place you got here, where did ya find it, freaksforrent.net," Dean said stepping through the front door. I was so focused on Sam and trying to finish getting out of my ropes I never saw him walk up. Was this part of their plan? Was there a plan?

Sam fell on the couch, and Dean shot him a quick glance. Tom's eyes were so focused on Dean that he didn't see the slight nod Sam gave him.

"Let them go, we all know it's me that you want." Dean smirked as he spoke, "I am pretty darn cute."

My hands finally slipped free and I silently let Sam know. He shook his head no. What? We're not going to help Dean. What the hell is going on?

"Fucking shit fire!" I yelled, and everyone's eyes met mine. Dean fought back a smile as he cocked his head to the side.

"Shit fire, that's a new one," Dean said. The color drained from his face as he looked down to see the blood pooling under his shirt. This demon was quick, the knife was in and out before we could react.

Tom looked at me and smiled, "As I said, plans change. I will start with Dean instead, see how much he can take before I finish the both of you."

I tried to move but Tom already had Sam and I pinned. He forced Sam next to me as Dean slid to the floor clutching his stab wound.

"Dean, I'm so sorry," I couldn't hold back the tears as the apology left my lips.

Dean looked at me and said two words, "Cas, now!"

Castiel appeared and touched Sam and I with each hand. Then we were in a motel room, all of us except Dean.