Don't Forget About Me

19

Cat's P.O.V.

 When I wake up, it takes me a while to realize I'm not in the bunker.

It's dark.

So dark.

I'm in some kind of crawl space. That much I can tell. I can also tell that my hands are tied behind my back.

Dean must be looking for me.

He must have realized I was gone.

But how he would find me?

Now that was beyond my knowledge.

What do you know?

I know I had left my room and I was grabbed.

I know I had faced the man from my vision.

But is he human?

That seems to be the million dollar question.

It seems impossible to tell if he isn't.

That narrows it down to Shifter, Vamp, Werewolf, and about a million other things.

I also know that I had my gun safely tucked away in my waistband.

I squirm to reach for it.

Gone.

Wait

My knife. I can feel it gently pressing against my bare skin, tucked discretely between my boot and my shin. 

Only issue? I can't reach it.