This is War(Supernatural AU)

Chapter Fifteen

Sam called Bobby once they were getting closer to their destination and put the phone on speaker so Dean could talk. "Bobby, are you and (Y/N) on your way now? We're like five minutes away from the drop off spot," He asked.

"I think something went wrong. I've been trying to contact (Y/N), but I think (his/her) earpiece and mic went out, " Bobby said.

"Wait," Dean tensed, almost losing control of the wheel for a brief second. "(He/She)'s not with you?"

"Maybe (she/he) just took a while deleting all that footage," Sam told him.

"No, something's wrong," Dean shook his head, "I know (Y/N), (she/he) wouldn't just suddenly go incognito on a mission unless something went wrong."

"Then what are we doing? Let's go back!" Sam exclaimed.

"We're already here anyway. I say we drop you and Azazel off here, tie the dude up and I'll go after (Y/N)," Dean ordered as he parked the car out in the front of the abandoned warehouse.

"And what am I supposed to do?" Bobby asked.

"You come back and help out Sam," Dean said.

"What? That's a terrible idea," Sam told him, "Look, we don't know what held up (Y/N), so it's best if you had back up. Plus Bobby's already at the mansion and I'm sure (she/he) couldn't have gone far without him seeing."

"Are you sure you'll be okay alone with him?" Dean sent a quick glance to Azazel through the rear view mirror.

"Yeah I've got this Dean," the younger Winchester assured.

"Alright. I want you to interrogate him while I'm gone. Let me know if you get any important information," he sent a glare back at the blindfolded Azazel, "I got a strong feeling he's behind this."

"I can assure you that I have no clue what happened to your little (girlfriend/boyfriend)," Azazel finally spoke.

"(She/He)'s not my-" Dean cleared his throat, speaking in a lower tone, "(She/He)'s not my (girlfriend/boyfriend) and I know you're lying."

"Um boys... they're kicking everyone out of the party. Think (Y/N) might've been snuck out through one of the cars that's leaving," Bobby said.

"I might have an idea on what happened to your (girlfriend/boyfriend)," Azazel admitted, keeping a sly grin plastered on his face.

"Then talk," Dean barked, "I don't have all the time in the world right now."

"Only if your brother promises not to kill me."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I'll make sure he doesn't kill you while I'm gone, but I can't make any promises."

"Look up the main host of the event, the actual owner of the home," Azazel said, "He knows everything that goes on and I'm pretty sure he wasn't too fond of you idiots disrupting his event. That's all I'll say for now."

"Come on, let's go," Sam shoved Azazel out the back of his van, keeping his gun on his back. "Be careful out there, Dean."

"You too, Sammy," Dean watched as his brother got into the warehouse, then started the engine back up.

"Don't worry, I'm on it, Dean. You just get here as fast as you can while I do my research," Bobby said through the phone, then hung up.

~Meanwhile~

"How about you idiots untie me and fight me like real men?" You shouted angrily, trying hard to get out of the tight handcuffs that bound your wrists together behind you. Your ankles were chained to the legs chair that seemed glued to the ground which your body was chained to the chair as well. To make matters worse, you were blindfolded too. You had no clue how you were going to get out this time. The only thing they didn't cover up was your mouth, so your best hope was to use your sass in this case.

What sounded like two guards laughed at your comment. "Like you could take us on," one of the guards scoffed.

"Wanna test that?" You asked. "What? Afraid you'll lose?"

"Oh why I outta-"

"Gentlemen," you suddenly heard a third voice.

"Boss," the men responded, their voices echoing fear.

"I could hear you arguing from down the hall," the man who you deduced was their Boss said. Foot steps approached closer to you until you felt soft, cold hands brush softly against your cheek where your bruise from the gun was. "Why'd you blindfold the poor (girl/boy)?"

"Boss we just assumed-"

"Well you assumed wrong," the boss said. He leaned over to your left, whispering, "Let's get a better look of that gorgeous face of yours."

He reached over behind you, slowly untying the blind fold you had on. Once he took it off, you met with his cold blue eyes. His face was soft and kind, but his vicious eyes told a different story. His gaze went down at the bruise on your cheek again then back at you. "Sorry about that. My guys can get a little violent," he said, "So you're the one who beat up all my men?"

You didn't respond.

"It's okay, I'm actually impressed. I pay for the best of the best in security yet you managed to go pass all of them and hack into my own alarm system right under my nose," He smiled, "At my own event to top it off. That's smart, I applaud you for that. And you almost pulled it off, didn't you?"

You kept a blank stare in silence. The best thing to do now was not to talk.

"The boss is asking you a question," one of the idiot guards barked.

"It's okay," the man kept his smile, standing back up from his spot. "I know your name's not really Jean. And the man you came with wasn't actually your husband. So just tell me, why'd you do it? What was your agenda? Were you trying to steal from me?"

You couldn't help but laugh. He was so far from right.

"Look, if you tell me the truth, I can let you go," he assured.

"You wouldn't do that," you finally spoke.

He raised a brow, "And why's that?"

"Because I could go to the cops, tell them you kept me hostage," you shook your head, "Whatever I end up telling you, a bullet is going to be put through my head regardless."

"I have a feeling you running to the police for help is unlikely," the man said.

"Are you willing to bet on that chance though?" You raised a brow, "You seem like a smart guy who covers his tracks. Meaning there's no way you're letting me out of here alive."

"Well then I guess I'll just have to wait till your fake husband comes so I can get some answers out of him," he shrugged, walking towards the door to leave.

Your smile faded into a grim line. "He's not coming. He wouldn't be that stupid."

The Boss stopped right as he got to the door, turning his head back at you with a sly smirk on his face. "Are you willing to bet on that chance?"

Using your own words against you stung, and it made you really think, would Dean actually be stupid enough to come look for you? And were the boys and Bobby okay?