Deans daughter

Chapter 21

My heart hammered against my chest. Something was chasing me. I didn't know what it was, but it definitely was not human.

I began to slow down as the voice that I had heard months ago started whispering to me, whispering my name in an evil, menacing voice.

The whispers soon turned to yells and I bent over, clutching my ears. What the hell was happening?

My brain soon cleared as my body became numb and I was succumbed into darkness, while I lay on the cold ground in the woods.

What could've been hours later I woke up, my arms and legs were strapped to a chair.

I looked around me, I was in an unknown room, it was very empty apart from the chair and a table with some things that I couldn't see on it. Hmm.

It then hit me I had been kidnapped.

I struggled against the bonds, of all the things I had been taught, why didn't they teach me how to get out of this?

As I grunted in discomfort the door opened, the light made my eyes strain and I squinted to see a man with scruffy hair and a stubble. He looked worn out.

"Who are you?" I snarled, trying to se confident.

"I believe you've heard of me, the name is Lucifer."

My eyes widened, so this was the famous Lucifer. This was jacks waste of space father.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, sounding weaker than I would've liked. "Easy, I want your father, I want your uncle, I want my son and most of all I want that stupid angel Castiel," he snapped.

I groaned, what exactly was he planning on doing? "What are you doing to do to me?"

"Well, hurting you hurts them, so I'm just going to hurt you," he said with a sinister smile creeping on to his face.

My eyes widened. "Of course, I don't have my grace, but there are more exciting ways to hurt you."

I shook my head fiercely, I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to beg, but if it meant not being tortured by the devil then I wouldn't mind so much.

However begging was not going to help me get out of this, and I soon realized when he simply ignored my pleads and walked over to the table, picking up something that I could not see.

He turned around let me see what he was holding, a hammer.

"W-What are you going to do with that?" I asked fearfully.

He ignored me and bent down in front of me, grabbing my hand. I watched him with both confusion and fear, was he going to break my fingers or something?

I soon found I was right when he slammed the hammer down on my finger and I bit on my lip to stop myself from yelling, but the pain was unbearable. An unwilling shout escaped my lips and a satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

He grabbed my middle finger and did the same, and I now had to focus on the pain in both of my fingers.

He continued to do this with my other fingers on my left hand, thank god I was left handed though, so this wouldn't effect my punching too much.

Well, I probably wouldn't have to worry about that considering I'd more than likely be strapped to this chair for the rest of my life, which by the looks of it wouldn't be a very long time.

My hand at least had gone numb, but the tears that rolling down my chase were burning my cheeks. He turned around again and began playing around with things on the table.

I watched him with sadness, I wouldn't be able to take all of this for a long time. Five of my fingers had been broken.

I looked at what he now had and saw that it was a switch blade,

He cut up my sleeves and looked at my arms, slowly dragging the blade along it. I groaned and screamed in pain, the blood was pouring out of each arm. Both of the gashes were equally deep and equally painful.

My heart raced as he raised it and dug it into my shoulder, leaving it there.

I tried my best to fidget against the ropes but the knife in my shoulder and the blood dripping down my arms had caused a restrain on my ability to move.

He looked me up and down with a smirk, "This will have to do for a while," he mumbled.

I looked at him in confusion as he left the room, leaving the blade dug into my shoulder.

I rested my head, my eyes were sore from all of the crying, my throat was sore from all of the sobbing.

My hand was beginning to re gain it's feeling and it was not pleasant. The feeling of each broken finger was too much for me to handle, If he didn't kill me soon I would more than likely die from the pain, or the blood loss.

A few more hot tears poured out of my eyes, some because of the pain, but most of them were because of the fear that I was feeling.

I knew he was the devil, he wouldn't care about the pain that he inflicted on me, he didn't care about humans, and that's all I was. A human, and he hated humans. After all, they were the reason he was kicked out of heaven and locked in the cage in the deepest part of hell.

What if the boys never found me? That was the only thing that was keeping me going. I had to try my best to stay awake. For them.

Dean

Where the hell is ellie? She had went out for some time alone and never come back.

I assumed she had just stayed out late and lost track of time, at least I did when it began to get dark, but now it was 1:00 am and she still hadn't returned.

"Hey Sam, have you heard from Ellie?" I asked. Even I could hear the stress in my voice, but this was my daughter that this was about and if something had happened to her then I would never forgive myself or anyone who hurt her.

But if anyone had hurt her they would be murdered, I would make sure of it.

"You mean she's not back yet?"

I shook my head. Sam pulled out his phone and dialed her number as I rolled my eyes, as if I hadn't thought of that before.

As it rang out he slammed the phone down in frustration, obviously he was worried about her as much as I was.

We had to find her.