My Little Girl

Chapter 36

3rd Person P.O.V.

Dean is driving the two back to Bobby's house, trying to get a hold of his daughter while Sam tries calling Bobby, bruises on his face from being attacked by Agent Henriksen. "You've reached Sky Winchester. Leave your name and nightmare and I'll get back to you." Dean closes his phone but can't help the smile that comes to his face at the voice message that his daughter took from him. He tries three more times, each time getting the same message. Sam had given up trying to reach Bobby after a few tries.

"Damn it, Skylar! Pick up!" He yells angrily as he looks at his phone before looking at Sam. "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"None." The younger brother answers, clearly annoyed. "I'll be fine, Dean."

"Henriksen?" Dean questions.

"Yep."

"Why?" The older brother asks in confusion. "What did he want?"

"Revenge, 'cause we got him killed."

"Sam." Dean says, a warning tone in his voice.

"Well, we did, Dean." Sam tells him.

"All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay?" Dean says. "You can't get ahold of Bobby and I can't get a hold of Sky, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all." A tense silence fills the car as the argument ends but Dean doesn't care, too worried that his daughter has ended up like all the other hunters.

The brothers walk into Bobby's house, guns cocked and ready. "Bobby?" Dean calls out. They find an iron poker on the ground and Dean turns to his brother, gesturing to the stairs. "I'll go. You check outside." Saw exits the house and Dean walks up the stairs.

"Sky?" He calls out. He walks to her room and finds it empty. He starts to turn around to keep searching when he sees a small patch of red on the floor. He crouches down and touches it with his fingertips, his eyes widening when they come back red. He stands up and quickly leaves the room, frantically searching the house. "Skylar!"

Skylar's P.O.V. (Thirty Minutes Earlier)

I wake up with a groan. I look around to see that I'm inside a dirty car. "What the hell?" I mutter.

"Hope you don't mind." A voice says from the backseat. I quickly sit up and press my back against the door as the brunette suddenly appears in the driver's seat. "I had to get you somewhere your precious daddy and uncle won't find you until it's too late." Suddenly, there's a pain in my thigh and I scream, looking down to see that she's popped one of the stitches.

"You bitch!" I yell, glaring at her through the pain. She leans in close to me with a smirk.

"Did you miss me?" She asks before popping another stitch.

She continues this for a twenty-five more minutes until all of the stitches are popped and my leg is bleeding. I hear the sound of the Impala pull up to the house and sigh in relief. I'm about to call out when Morgan appears behind me and grips my mouth, keeping me quiet. I can hear Uncle Sam calling out for me and Bobby from somewhere in the junkyard, but I can't do anything to let him know where I am.

I kick against the driver's door when Sam gets closer, hoping he'll hear it. When I do, Morgan digs her fingers into the wound on my leg and I scream, the sound muffled by her hand. I ignore the pain and kick the door again, making her push her fingers farther into the wound. I look down as the gash starts bleeding more and I see black spots dance across my vision from the pain and blood loss.

"He won't find you, Skylar." She whispers in my ear tauntingly. "At least, not in time. Kinda like you didn't stop in time to save me." My eyes widen and I shake my head, screaming again when she moved her hand from my leg and plunged it into my chest, gripping my heart. Just then, the window behind me shatters and Morgan disappears from behind me, leaving me to slump against the door weakly as glass rains down on me.