When I woke up, I was still in the room. The person was still there. I looked around again and the TV's on the wall were on. At least there was twelve of them stacked on top of each other. Each of them had my face and information of when and where I was born. How many monsters I killed. The stolen credit cards I stole showed on in black and white. The fake F.B.I. I.D.'s, too, showed up. Pictures of Baby showed up, too. And the weapons I had in the trunk were photographed and were tagged and named. They had everything named. They even knew about the Angel blade that Cass gave me. Holy water, dead man's blood, everything!
And when a screen showed up, I saw my family's faces. Information too. Everything was up. They knew everything. Pictures of me and my family were up. Security cameras. Street cameras. Mom, dad, Sam, Bobby. Even Cass and everyone I met. They had every monster I killed, photographed.
Who the hell was this guy? How did he know everything about me and my family? And who was he? What is he?
I let out a breathy laugh and looked down. I shook my head. I looked up at the person behind the window and they were looking at me.
"So what are you?" I asked.
The person leaned in and pressed on the intercom.
"I'm the one that should be asking the questions here." He said.
I laughed once again.
"I'm gunna name ya." I said.
He stayed quiet, waiting for me to say something. I thought about it for a minute, thinking of a name. And when it came to me, I spoke up.
"Jackass." I said.
Jackass electrocuted me. Again. What was with him electrocuting me? And when he stopped, everything hurt. My head was down and my body was weak to even move. Spit drooled down my chin and onto my grey shirt. I lifted my head up as I glared at Jackass. I laughed again.
"So what are you? Demon? Angel? Witch? Psychopath? Some chick I slept with?" I chuckled slightly.
"Shut up and answer the damn question." Jackass snared.
I waited.
"Now tell me. What are the numbers for?" He spoke.
I was confused. My eyebrows were knitted together and my mouth was slightly open. I looked at where the TV's were and there showed the numbers. Just looking at the red bold numbers on the screens, I saw flashing images in my mind.
"Dean!"
I heard a voice scream. I whipped my head around, trying to find the voice. But there was no one. There was only me in the room. I looked at Jackass behind the window. The monitor started to beep dramatically again. I balled my fists and I pulled on the leather straps that were bound tight around my wrists.
I started to hear a ringing noise in my ears. And then, I heard a woman's voice saying the numbers in my mind. And the flashing images, I saw numbers.
"Tell me the what the numbers are, Dean." The person asked.
"I don't know what they are." I spoke the truth.
"There's no point of lying, Dean. You are imprisoned. You're not getting out until you tell what the numbers are for." He said.
"I'm not lying!" I protested.
Jackass electrocuted me again. I cried out in pain. The pain lasted longer. I didn't know what the numbers were for. I didn't know what they were.
"I don't know what they are for!" I shouted.
"You are just useless." Jackass sneered.
Something cold went in through my I.V. and into my veins. And just that, I was out cold.
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The Interrogation (Dean.W.)
Fanfiction"I woke up in a box. It was a small room. No doors, no windows, not even a glimpse of sunlight was seen in the metal box. But there was a window, but no sun. A window separated the room in two. And I was alone for days, weeks! But I was accompanied...
