Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Eight

"Don't think I'd actually let you go." Jake said, grinning like a maniac. what was with this guy?

"move, Jake." Dean growled. i would definitely be scared shitless if he had that anger aimed at me. "just let me get her to the hospital, and then i'll come back for you." Jake's face took on a look that looked like he was considering it. i knew better.

"umm, no." he pulled out a tranq gun and shot both Sam and Dean in the chest, missing me by a hair. i heard Sam grunt, and fall to the ground. i looked at Dean's face to see him fighting to stay awake. but it didn't do any good. he collapsed under me, causing me to sprawl over the ground, groaning in pain. too weak to fight back, i flopped helplessly as Jake picked me up, carrying me back to the room i had been in before, tying me back up, rubbing at the bruises and cuts on my wrists and ankles. after he had finished tying me up, he got two more chairs and set them up across from me, about a foot apart. Jake dragged in Sam and Dean, tying them up in the chairs. but more securely than he had me. tying them around their wrists, ankles, and torsos. he brought some water to me and i drank thirstily. he also brought me some cold chicken nuggets that looked to be from burger king. i ate them all and he walked away, chuckling.

"i'll be back real son, alright sugar?" Jake said. "I'm just going to get some toys for these boys." he smirked and walked away. laughing to himself as he locked the door and walked down the corridor. i flipped my hair out of my face and glanced up at Dean and Sam. Sam was already starting to stir, muttering in his sleep. whatever Jake put in those tranq darts, he hadn't used a whole lot of it, because Sam was starting to wake up.

"can't let her burn.." Sam muttered, his eyes still closed. thinking back through the show, who had burned? puzzled, i asked him.

"Sam? who burned?" i doubted i would get an answer, but i had to get them to wake up before Jake came back.

"Jessica...mom..." he said quietly. ohh that's right. i forgot about that.  "not, Sara, too." confused i tried to work it out. so, was he afraid that if he got close to me, I'd burn? but they killed that demon a long time ago. maybe it was just the haunting memory of it.

"Sam wake up." i whispered as loud as i could. Sam rolled his head back to lean it against the chair. i glanced at Dean to find his eyes almost open.

"Dean!" i said, hoping Jake was gone. "Dean open your yes! all the way."

"five for minutes." he grumbled.

"Dammit, Dean! wake the fuck up!" i almost yelled. his eyes snapped open and looked around. when his eyes landed on me, he realized what had happened and anger filled his expression. he turned it head to look at Sam.

"Sammy!" he exclaimed. Sam's eyes rolled open, sluggishly.  he lifted his head and looked at Dean.

"what?" he said. i almost giggled at the fact that they couldn't remember anything right after they woke up. it usually took a while to actually wake up but i remembered things.

"how you feeling?" he almost barked. boy, he would make one ferocious werewolf.

"my chest is a little sore but other than that good." he gave him a thumbs up. That i laughed at. they both looked at me, confused.

"y'all are givin' each other thumbs up and we're all tied up." i explained. they looked at each other as if i was crazy.

"i like her." Dean said with his eyebrows raised. "she's crazy."

"agreed." Sam said. they both turned back to me grinning.

"Jake left about ten minutes ago. I'm not sure when he's going to be back." i told them.

"we need to get out of-" Dean started to say 'we need to get out of here' but there was a loud creak. and we all knew it was from the front door. Jake was back. i could hear him whistling as he came down the corridor. the sick fuck. the door opened and he walked in, holding a leather bag that looked ripped and very well used. he opened it, and laid down all sorts of knives and tools. shit. we all just sat and watched. Jake then turned around with a needle, walking towards Dean.

"wha-what are you doing?" Dean said, eyeing the needle. obviously not a big fan on needles. "keep that thing away from me." Jake continued towards him, starting to whistle again.  he poked the needle into his torso, and pushed it in, and almost imeadiatly, Dean head drooped backwards. he did the same to Same. i watched as Jake then took off the ropes on their wrists and torsos.

"I'm not sure why i didn't do this when you were unconscious but i didn't so here we are." Jake shrugged. Jake took off Dean and Sam's shirts and tossed them aside. Jake tied their wrists back onto the chair, injecting them with another needle, causing them to start moving again. despite the situation we were in, i couldn't help but drool over Dean's shirtless chest. he could've been carved from stone, making his abs and biceps perfect. along with the tattoo just like mine, above his heart. Dean looked at me and tilted his head and Sam just continued to watch what Jake was doing.

"so boys. couldn't stand to hear Sara's screams over the phone could ya?" he asked. well, now not only are you going to get to see it in person, but she's gonna get to watch you bleed too!" he straightened up and laughed at Sam and Dean's furious expressions. he then turned to his table of 'toys' and picked one up. i looked at what he had in his hand. it was a saw. a full out tree-branch cutting saw. my breath increased as i watched him advance on Dean. he placed it on his arm and looked at Dean's face.

"I'm just kidding!" he jokes, then his face sobered up. "this is gonna be saved for later." he chuckled and put the saw back. he turned back around with a big wrench. it looked to be the size that you would use to fix a tractor or combine. maybe a semi truck. he walked over to Sam and stood to the side so i could see. Jake held up the wrench and swung it, smashing it into Sam's face. i cringed and could almost feel the pain in my own face. when Jake walked away to pick a different 'toy', Sam picked up his head, and i could see the mark the wrench had left. there was a big bruise on his cheek and a small cut. he spit our some blood but didn't even flinch. Dean took one look at Sam and started to express his anger.

"Sammy! dammit, i swear to god, Jake i will kill you!" he spit and missed Jake. "did you hear me you bastard?! I. WILL. KILL. YOU. YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD!" Jake suddenly spun around and backhanded Dean.

"shut the fuck up!" Jake ran a hand through his hair and turned back to his table.

"why aren't you torturing me?! I'm the one who killed your sister! they had nothing to do with it!" Jake spun until his nose was almost in contact with Dean's. when he spoke i almost couldn't hear it, it was so low.

"i am torturing you Dean. don't you see? hurting your loved ones is a worse torture than pain inflicted on you would ever be." he gave Dean a death glare and turned back to the table. this time, he turned around with the hunting knife he had used on me. my eyes widened and i tried to get away from it, as far as i could tied in this dammed chair.

"see this, Dean?" Jake grinned and turned to look at him. Dean's expression made my heart hurt more than my body did. written all over his face was anger, pain. torture. it was clear he wished he could do something. then something flashed over his expression. whatever it was, he was thinking of something. hopefully an escape plan.

"this is the knife you used on Lilac." Jake said then turned back to me.