Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

14 | Guardian of Land

as of [ 03/ 19 / 18 ]
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Chapter 14 | Guardian of Land

FACE PALED AND WOUNDED, with her eyelids swollen nearly shut, and hair falling from the front of her forehead in thin clusters, the brunette let out another cry as Crowley pushed in the fourth nail in her head. She bit her lip, ignoring the whites forming in her knuckles.

"Just give up, already!" He boomed, "You're all duct tape and safety pins inside. How are you still alive?!"

She laughed and threw and her head back, hurting her ribs in the process. "You said I was special. That's why I'm still kicking."

He clicked his tongue and grazed the knife against her leg and Clarissa knew too well where this was going. She bit her lip, preparing herself as Crowley applied great pressure the the knife, the weapon digging into her. The warm, thick blood oozing out of her, trickling down her ankle. Each drop of blood took away the life in her, yet, she defied death with strong will.

"It's Day 3, and you still refuse to cooperate—you're right, we can do this all night until you're willing to work with me before that Kevin kid cracks the code to slam the gates of hell close."

At this point, Clarissa wouldn't listen a thing he was saying. His words entered her ear and exited from the other. She wondered if the Winchesters were worried about where had vanished to or if the Winchesters didn't care and carried on with their lives. It's not like they'll loose anything if they did carry on, right?

As if he read her mind, he said, "The Winchesters aren't coming for you," he glanced up to meet her widened eyes, "I've made sure of that."

Clarissa sat up, only to have intense pain shoot up her system at her sudden movement. She simply gritted her teeth at this. "What did you do to them?"

Shrugging nonchalantly, he presses his lips into a firm line, "who knows."

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Dean swerved the Impala right, managing to land the vehicle on all four wheel as they rounded the corner. "Dean! Slow Down and listen to me!"

"Can't, Sam. She's out there somewhere, and we need to find her fast."

Sam wondered why Dean had a sudden change of heart about getting Clarissa back, but he wasn't complaining at all. But now wasn't the moment to wonder about that now, because they had more pressing issues right now.

"Yeah, I get that— but look behind!!"

Dean took a glance from the rear view mirror and his green orbs widened to see a crowd of people chasing after them. He analyzed more carefully and realization struck him when he knew they weren't just ordinary people— the whites of their eyes completely vanished. They were demons. Hundreds.

"What the hell? Where did they come from?!" Dean stepped on the pedal and the Impala sped off faster than it could ever run.

An idea struck Sam. He could recall Clarissa mocking Kevin using a megaphone and speaking bible verses into it while Kevin was trying to sleep. He turned back to the passenger's seat and rummaged through the trio's stuff that have piled. He knew it was somewhere there, for she had been real careless with her stuff. Sam let out a cheer as he found the megaphone from the very bottom of the large pile.