Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Four

When I came to, my head was aching. I looked around for Sam or Dean, but couldn't see anything except darkness all around. My hair was in my face; I went to move it back with my hand and discovered that both my hands and feet were tied tightly to the chair I was sitting in. "Dean?" I called. "Sam?" For a moment, I was afraid that they had gotten away and left me when Dean called, "We're over here."

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Quickly, I went through a mental checklist of all the places I kept knives hidden. It would be stupid to assume I had not been searched, but it was also stupid to assume they hadn't left one behind. After I had checked several spots, there was only one place left. I sent up a silent prayer. I was far from religious, but I needed all the help I could get right about now.

There was a small knife I had tucked between my sock and shoe so its tip rested against my ankle. I slowly moved my ankle as much as I could with the ropes. Nearly crying out from relief and joy, I felt the cool steel rub against my ankle.

I positioned my ankle so the edge of the blade rested against the rope. Look God, I thought. I don't ask for much, but if you could do this one thing for me, it would really be awesome.

Carefully, I made a small movement with my ankle. The rope didn't fully cut, so I continued to saw. Eventually, I felt the rope drop off my foot.

I smiled at my small victory. Just as I was about to start on my other leg, I heard the door open and saw Jaclyn walk in. She turned on the light and began to walk toward Dean, Sam, and I. 

Quickly, I nudged the rope onto my toe and rolled it back so it rested on my ankle. I carefully moved my foot to its original position against the leg of the chair. It wasn't perfect, but hopefully it would be enough. 

I noticed Dean watching me. I raised my eyebrows at him and made a small gesture with my head in Jaclyn's direction. He gave an almost imperceptible nod back.

Jaclyn smiled at us. "Well, if it isn't my three favorite hunters."

Dean smirked back. "Always good to have a fan," he said sarcastically.

Jaclyn turned to him so that her back was now toward me. Dean had understood my message. I carefully moved my foot to where my other one was tied and began to saw, keeping my eyes on Jaclyn the whole time.

"Oh, if you think I'm a fan, just wait til my boss gets here. He just can't wait to meet you," Jaclyn replied. She made meeting her boss sound very, very unpleasant. 

I sawed harder. Dean said, "Wow. You really like to hear yourself talk."

Jaclyn sighed. "Always with the joking. I thought your time in hell would've knocked it right out of you." She gave Dean an evil smile.

I finished cutting the rope around my other foot and used my foot to slide the knife up my leg and onto my lap. I winced as the rope cut into my wrist while I reached for the knife. Finally, I grabbed it and began to saw at the rope around my right wrist.

Dean snarled, "Sorry to disappoint."

Jaclyn laughed. "Oh, don't be sorry sweetie. That present that you brought me makes up for it." She turned suddenly to me and the best I could do to cover up what I'd been doing was cover the knife with my hand.

She smiled at me. "I would've had to go and find her myself, but then you boys decided to bring her right to me." She sighed happily. "Yes, my boss is going to be very happy."

I was getting more and more confused by the second. Why would she be looking for me? Maybe it was because of my dad, but he and mom had never hunted demons before, so why would demons have beef with him? Could this have to do with my dream?