Killer

Interrogation.

Sewickley, Pennsylvania

My eyes started to open.  And boy was I right.  My head was aching.  I groaned as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.  Two figures slept in separate beds.  I tried to move my hands, but they wouldn't budge from the arms of the chair.  My feet tried to move next, they were also bound to the chair.  If I was willing to talk, why would Dean go through so much effort to do this?  Maybe it was his brother.  My throat was dry as I sat patiently awaiting dawn.  It was a few hours before morning birds woke and began chirping outside.  I passed the time by practicing counting.  I watched the digital clock on the night stand between the two beds.  The minutes dragged on slowly.  What they didn't know was that it would be easy enough for me to slip out of the ropes binding me to the chair. But if I wanted to gain their trust and figure out just what Crowley threw me into, I'd have to play along.  I turned my head seeing the sun rising in the distance.  The bright oranges and pinks melded into a beautiful sunrise. When they faded, the sky was a gentle blue.  So if it was morning it was time to wake up.  I had waited long enough.  I took in a slow, deep breath.

"Rise and shine boys!" I yelled out.

The two sprung out of bed quickly.  I didn't have time to sit around waiting for them to wake up.  I grinned as they took a moment to calm down and regain their bearings.  I laughed to myself.  As I mimicked a gun with my fingers.

"Both of you would be goners," I chuckled, "you should work on your reflexes."

"I need to get some more sleep, so shut up, or I'll shut you up," Dean growled.

"Oh, is that a promise pretty boy?  Already got me all tied up.  You could do anything you want, huh?"

I winked as he fumbled over his words for a response.  Sam, his brother, stood up with a laugh.  It wasn't often Dean found his match.  I'd later find out that Sam enjoyed it when Dean was frustrated.

"Speaking of.  Shouldn't you ask a lady before thrusting her into the world of bondage?"

"I don't see a lady," he retorted.

"I bet your desires are unconventional, too."

"What?"

"I have a lot of time on my hands. I have read some good, and some really bad, books."

"I don't get it."

However, Sam did.  And even though he stepped into the bathroom his laughter echoed through the quiet room.  I flashed a smirk at Dean who stood up out of bed.  His back was to me.  I watched the covers fall from his figure revealing, only for a moment, his form standing in only boxers. My head tilted as I admired his body.  Couldn't we have met under different circumstances?  We could have had a lot of fun together, even if only for one night.  His jeans pulled over his hips as he turned to me.  A shirt pulled over his chest.  He walked over to me.  A knife drew from behind him.  The cold steel quickly pressed against my neck.

"You think this is a joke?  You're not really in the situation to be having a laugh at this," he said his voice dropping lower.

"Do you think you are the first person to have caught me?  I have been captured by worse than hunters."

"How did you know that we're-"

"Come on, I saw right into your trunk when I was on that roof.  Absurd amounts of salt and holy water.  Guns galore.  Devil's trap in the trunk.  I wonder what you do," my voice dripped with sarcasm at the end.

"What the hell are you?" he demanded pressing the knife harder against my skin, but not enough to break it.

"You won't do it.  So you might as well take that little toy from my neck."