Two Worlds Combine

Chapter 13

DEANNA'S POV

I jolted up with my skin burning hot. The room I was in was dimly lit by a single light bulb, so it was hard to see much. I looked down to barely see my arms chained to a chair.  I tried to break the chains, but they didn't seem like they were going to budge. They looked familiar. They were just like the chains from our dungeon back at the bunker. 

Without warning, I was blinded by a bright light. I squinted my eyes to see if I could make anything out. There was someone walking towards me. Whoever it was, they were big and meant business. I was greeted by a punch to the face. I could tell right away that my nose was broken, but that was the least of my problems at the moment. I finally noticed that my hair and my clothes were wet. Holy water. Those dicks.

I still couldn't see the bastard who punched me. He was just a silhouette. "Well look here, boys. The bitch woke up." The voice was deep, gravely, and cold-blooded. Kinda reminded me of Dean's, but older. I lunged forward with anger in my eyes. He flinched and took a small step back.

"Uh uh, no powers with that devil's trap above your pretty little head." he said. I looked up to see a devil's trap, but not like one I had ever seen before. It looked almost reinforced. The asshat standing in front of me could tell I didn't recognize it. "You like it? An old trick I learned from your old man before he died. If he could see you now. He'd kill ya himself. Probably your sister too for even letting you live. John Winchester, now that was a cold man."

I looked up at the black void of the man with pure hatred. "If you ever mention my sister, or my asshole of a father again, I will kill you. Slowly and painfully. And I'll make sure you have a great spot in Hell myself." The hoarse laughter coming out next, made me to want to kill him even more. "Thanks for that! I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Well, if you get that pissed about me mentioning your sister, I wonder what you'll threaten me with when I do this." he looked behind him, "Bring her in!" 

The light that had been blinding me was switched off. My eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden darkness. Then, the door swung open and two men walked in. As my eyes adjusted, I could see my sister being dragged between them. She looked like shit. Her face was puffy and bloody where the men had beat her. At the sight of her, my eyes turned black. "You son of a bitch! I swear to God, you're gonna wish I just killed you!" I hissed.

"D- Deanna." I heard from my left. My eyes flashed back to their natural green as I looked at my little sister. She struggled to keep her eyes open. She was fading. God dammit, it looked like they had been beating her for days. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. The man in front of me laughed, "Well look at that. The tin man does have a heart after all."

I looked back at the bag of dicks in front of me. "What do you want, asshole?" He slowly bent down to me, where I could feel his whiskey filled breath on my skin. "Well one, I want you to tell me what you were doing here. And two, I want all Knights of Hell off the planet forever. In both universes." My eyes widened. Him not knowing about Dean was supposed to be my advantage. So much for that.

He formed a stupid grin on his face. "Oh, yeah. We know about Dean. Ya see Deanna, you've been away from other hunters for too long. You forget how fast word travels." I rolled my eyes at his smart-ass humor. "Now that you know we have Samantha, we can get started." With the flick of his hand, the two men dragged Sammi out of the room and closed the door behind them. He wheeled a cart over next to me. It was covered by a sheet, but I had a pretty good guess what was under it. 

I laughed at his failed attempt to intimidate me. "You really think you're going to get me to talk by torturing me? Hate to disappoint ya buddy boy, but I've been there and done that plenty of times." He took the sheet off to uncover instruments of all kinds. They all had symbols carved into them, and I knew exactly what they meant. They were the exact same symbols that were carved into Sammi's demon knife. Well... this is gonna hurt like a mother.

He slowly picked up a tool that I was very familiar with from my time in Hell. I kept eye contact with him the entire time. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. I managed to keep my face completely straight as he cut a deep gash along my cheek and down my chin. I could feel my skin smoking from the symbols carved along the side of the jagged knife. "Ha, you're gonna have to do better than that to get me to flinch." I was grinning ear to ear, which seemed annoy him. 

"I know what would make you flinch, girl." he said. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, and what would that be?" He pointed to the wall, which connected to the other part of the house. "Maybe I just kill your sister right now. That would get you shaken up." My grin disappeared and my jaw flexed. I could feel my lip twitching from the hatred I felt against this man. "Na, you won't do that. Ya see I know the truth, Matt." 

"H- how do you know my name, bitch?" I smiled at his sudden strike of fear. "I may not be able to break your damn neck with the flick of my wrist, but I still have a few parlor tricks. How's Alexis? You haven't seen her in what, three years now? That's a long time to not speak to your baby sister. You should be ashamed. She could be dead for all you know. And what about... is Andrew his name? Your nephew? He just turned thirteen didn't he? That's a pretty big birthday to mi-" I was cut off by a back hand to the cheek.

I looked back at him with a smile and black eyes. He was shaken, and fortunately for me, he couldn't hide it. He stormed out of the room. I struggled with the chains, but they still wouldn't budge. This is hopeless. I just need to buy enough time for Dean to come. C'mon Dean. Where the hell are you?