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"You can't just leave me here!"
"Watch me!"
Savannah banged on the door of her little cell as another door slammed shut, glancing through the three little cracks in the top of the door in hopes of catching a glimpse of Dean. Silently she cursed herself for her small and petite frame, continuing to slam her fists against the cascading iron confinement. Emotions flooded her senses and Savannah stumbled slightly, catching herself before she could tumble onto the floor. She didn't know what to feel.
She could feel different emotions clawing at her heart- whether it was agony, hate, or pain, Savannah didn't know- but she inhaled sharply as a word came to mind.
Fear.
With no other hopes of escaping her new room, the teen pushed herself away from the wall and examined the surroundings. To the left, there was a door that led to a private bathroom and just beside the door was a queen-sized bed draped in what Savannah could only determine as a cotton blanket covering two pillows. She was a bit confused as to why her room looked like it was for a princess, the only exceptions being the bare walls and a window, and nibbled on her thumb.
"This is fan-friggin-tastic," the teenager mumbled to herself, letting out a sigh as she slid to her bottom against the door.
With no handle on the inside and the only lights shining being from lamps, Savannah curled into a ball at the base of the door and closed her eyes. No amount of wishing from the poor soul could help her, and she prayed she wouldn't die. Savannah still had a long life to live, but it was to come down to living with three freaks who may kill her, she'd rather her death be on her own hands.
Tears streamed down her face, and her body heaved as she silently cried. Releasing herself from her comfort zone, Savannah leaned her head against the door and continued to release the tears. Thoughts drifted through her mind, questions pouring into her temple; will she see her sister again? Will she see Molly and Juliette again? Will she make it out of here alive?
With a soft sigh and a few sniffles, she wiped away the tears with her and shakily stood up. To her right stood a tall bookcase, filled with classics. The cover of Sherlock Holmes caught Savannah's eyes and she grabbed it from off of the bookshelf, taking a seat on her bed and sighing.
"Fuck you guys!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, eyes closed. "No wonder you guys suck! You're fucking weirdos that no one could ever love!" After her little rant, Savannah opened her eyes and flipped to the first page in her book, her mouth upturned into a scowl. "I hate you all."
"Oh, that's it!" Dean yelled, eyes flickering black. After listening to what the girl said through the monitor, he was pissed. As he started to storm out of the control room, Sam grabbed his arm with a tight grip to keep him still. The demon hissed at his younger brother, but he didn't flinched.
"Dean, you aren't allowed to harm her," Sam stated, chocolate brown eyes staring into the normal candy-apple green ones of the demon. "You know the rules."
"Yeah, yeah," the demon murmured under his breath, pulling away from the soulless man's grip. "'If harm comes to the soul that bonded us, we are stuck like this until a new bond comes along.' I understand the damn rules, Sammy. I hate it!" The shorter man faced Sam, his eyes glistening with tears. "You think I want to be like this? I want to go back to our normal apple-pie life, hunting things! As humans."
"Well it won't work if you get pissed at the bonded all the time! I mean, you killed Molly just because she wouldn't eat! That is not the proper way to treat an anorexic!"
"How the hell was i supposed to know the girl was anorexic? It's not like she confessed everything to us within the week she was here!" Dean's eyes widened and his back straightened. "Wait, what were the girls' name we had before this one?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Molly and Jamie, or something along those lines. Why?" Suddenly, the same thought hit him and he too widened his eyes. "Oh, shit."
"We killed her friends. How the hell is she supposed to trust us now?" A frustrated Dean clenched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger, biting his tongue. "Damn it, Sammy. This is never going to work." Glancing around the control room, the demon noticed someone missing. "Dude, where's Cas?"
AUTHORS NOTE
IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SHORTTTTTTTT. I KINDA WANTED IT TO BE LONGER BUT AT THE SAME TIME LEAVE YOU WONDERING WHERE CAS IS. AHAHAHAHAH YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO KILL ME.
