The Family Business

Chapter Ten

(Long Violent Chapter. Read with caution)

"DAMN it!" Dean shouted for the world to hear.

Sam sat up, seemingly appearing to take in the extent of what happened. He couldn't speak. He ran his large, rough fingers through his hair.

"Damn it!" Dean yelled again. His hands were balled up in tight fists, trying to relieve the anger pent up inside of him from breaking completely loose. "Oh hell, what are we going to do Sammy?"

Sam looked up at the older brother. His own face soaked with sweat. Worry and terror running from his features. "That was Lucifer, Dean. And if I'm right, he's going to release every demon from hell with the help of Crowley and the man who murdered our mom."

"Yeah, and that same man will have his hands on our baby sister real soon if we don't do something." He was pacing back and forth in utter distress. There really wasn't much for them to do. Three of their most ridiculously powerful enemies were afoot, and they're about to claim earth for their own. And who knows? After that it'll be complete civil war between the three.

There was a short moment of silence.

A shuffle of movement was heard against the wall by the seats. Tom sat up, rubbing his head carefully. Confusion contorted his figures. He seemed to realize where he was again. His eyes shot up, "Brooklyn?!" but he soon realized that she was gone. He looked at the brothers who were staring at him. Their looks of worry seemed to confirm Tom's fear. She was taken.

"What, what do we do now?" Tom asked them.

Sam stood up, massaging the bridge of his nose. He looked at the other two and said one word.

Bobby.

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Darkness. The sounds of pipes leaking.

Brooklyn's eyes slowly blinked open. "What the.. Hell?" she whimpered, but it was muffled because her mouth was gagged. Tight.

It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. Her wrists were bound and tied up above her head. A rope was tied to the ceiling pipes above her, trailing down and connecting her bound wrists.

Her head pounded. It screamed and felt like someone had drilled into her head.

There was a mirror on the wall by her. Someone had drilled into her head. Dried blood crusted her head and face, around her temples, going all the way down to her neck. She attempted to twist her body and found a table of disturbing tools laid out across the cell. A drill sat on it, upright, with blood on it. Her blood.

Her eyes opened up wide. How am I still alive?  she thought. Then she realized why they were drilling her. That's what they would do to an angel if they were looking for information. She never thought it would work on her though. She then hoped she hadn't said anything too compromising about her family.

She scanned the dark cell once more and saw angel runes all over the wall, probably her blood. She looked down, devil's trap. Dang she thought They really do think this will work. What do they want from me?

She then thought that she had rather not know. It'd be best to get out of there as quickly as possible. Her wiggling caused the gag to slip loose from her mouth. She tugged at the rope around her hands, but they tied it good. She struggled harder, but it was to no avail. She even tried pulling her body weight up so that she could tug on the rope with her teeth. The knots were twisted this way and that. There was no possible way to get out of them. She whimpered a little at the loss of energy she just wasted.