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You curled against the cold wall, the iron shackles rubbing against your wrists, chaffing them. You heard footsteps approaching the dark cell you were locked in, and you tried to stop crying, rubbing your eyes the best you could in an attempt to erase the tear stains. The door swung open slowly, groaning on its hinges, and you curled up even more, trying to make yourself smaller than before.

“The King will see you now,” a tall man growled, grinning at you. He roughly grabbed your hands and pulled you up, then he undid the locks that kept you chained to the wall. He grabbed the chains and pulled you behind him. You ran, trying to keep up with him, and occasionally he would slow down, but only so that he could sprint ahead and you would fall over, not prepared for the sudden acceleration. Eventually he stopped in front of large double doors.

“Now you better be on your best behavior, or else,” the man, no, demon, warned before throwing the doors and dragging you down the long room before throwing you down before a large chair.

“Hello darling.”

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“All right ma’am, thank you for your information. Please call us if you see anything suspicious.” The woman walked away and Sam sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

“Nothing?” Dean asked, approaching Sam.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I may have something,” Sam looked at Dean hopefully. “College kid who works in the arcade. Said a girl matching _________’s description came in a little while ago. There were a couple of other kids in there. Then the next thing he knows is that he’s standing outside smoking and the arcade is closed.”

“Huh.”
“Yeah, and get this. He let me inside to check it out, poke around. And I found-“

“Let me guess, sulfur?” Sam cut in, sighing.

“Hush Sammy. But yeah.”

“So, demonic possession. Well, ________ has that necklace with the anti-possession symbol. Which means its probably more like demonic kidnapping.”

“Right, I’m gonna go back to the room and tell Bobby. You try and contact Crowley and I’ll get Cas down here.” Dean turned away and headed back to the motel and Sam pulled out his phone, clicking on Crowley’s contact and waiting for him to pick up.

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“I know you,” you murmured. You had seen him before, arguing with the others while you hid in an adjacent room, watching through a crack in the door.

“And I know you,” Crowley smirked, and you looked down, a sudden rush of self-consciousness bolting through you.

“My friends’ll find me,” you muttered under your breath, glaring at the floor. A few of the demons in the room chuckled as Crowley just shrugged. Everyone went silent as a few chords of a pop song began playing.

“Oops, that’s me,” Crowley pulled out his phone and grinned. “Why, speak of the devil! Or, moose, rather. Now ________, do be silent or I’ll have no choice but to remove your tongue.” You whimpered and bit your bottom lip.

“Hello, King of Hell speaking.” There was a muffled reply. “Really? How horrible!” More muffled talking. “I’ll keep an ear to the ground. Good-bye Samantha.” He smiled at you. “Very good _________, perhaps we will get along after all.”

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“You get through to Cas yet?” Sam asked, slipping his phone into his pocket as he shut the door behind him.

“Nope. What about you? Did Crowley have anything to say?” Dean asked.

“Says he hasn’t heard anything.”

“Do we believe him?” Bobby interjected.

Sam shook his head and sighed. “No reason to trust him, no reason not to.”

“So basically, we’re back to square one.” Sam nodded.

“Balls!”

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The prisoner lifted his head and blinked open his eyes, squinting through the dried blood that had trickled down from his head. His wings attempted to flutter restlessly, but being that they were still bound together in chains, it was a futile attempt.

Something was different. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, but something was definitely different. He felt something, something that he hadn’t felt for a long time. Not since-

He pulled his arms forward, straining against the chains, endeavoring to break free. He tried to reach out with his grace, but the enochian etched into the metal prevented it.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Coran stepped into the room, grinning widely. The prisoner just glared at him, fuming silently in his bonds. “You might want to calm down, else you’ll hurt yourself,” he smirked, twirling an angel blade deftly in one hand.

“ar-reh tee-leh-beh.” The angel muttered, blood dripping from his mouth as he let his head dangle, suddenly too exhausted to hold it up.

“Eh? What do ya’ mean? I don’t speak Spanish,” Coran huffed, crossing his arms and frowning. But the prisoner had slipped into silence once more.

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You curled against the cold wall, the iron shackles rubbing against your wrists, chaffing them. You heard footsteps approaching the dark cell you were locked in, and you tried to stop crying, rubbing your eyes the best you could in an attempt to erase the tear stains. The door swung open slowly, groaning on its hinges, and you curled up even more, trying to make yourself smaller than before.

“The King will see you now,” a tall man growled, grinning at you. He roughly grabbed your hands and pulled you up, then he undid the locks that kept you chained to the wall. He grabbed the chains and pulled you behind him. You ran, trying to keep up with him, and occasionally he would slow down, but only so that he could sprint ahead and you would fall over, not prepared for the sudden acceleration. Eventually he stopped in front of large double doors.

“Now you better be on your best behavior, or else,” the man, no, demon, warned before throwing the doors and dragging you down the long room before throwing you down before a large chair.

“Hello darling.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“All right ma’am, thank you for your information. Please call us if you see anything suspicious.” The woman walked away and Sam sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

“Nothing?” Dean asked, approaching Sam.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I may have something,” Sam looked at Dean hopefully. “College kid who works in the arcade. Said a girl matching _________’s description came in a little while ago. There were a couple of other kids in there. Then the next thing he knows is that he’s standing outside smoking and the arcade is closed.”

“Huh.”
“Yeah, and get this. He let me inside to check it out, poke around. And I found-“

“Let me guess, sulfur?” Sam cut in, sighing.

“Hush Sammy. But yeah.”

“So, demonic possession. Well, ________ has that necklace with the anti-possession symbol. Which means its probably more like demonic kidnapping.”

“Right, I’m gonna go back to the room and tell Bobby. You try and contact Crowley and I’ll get Cas down here.” Dean turned away and headed back to the motel and Sam pulled out his phone, clicking on Crowley’s contact and waiting for him to pick up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I know you,” you murmured. You had seen him before, arguing with the others while you hid in an adjacent room, watching through a crack in the door.

“And I know you,” Crowley smirked, and you looked down, a sudden rush of self-consciousness bolting through you.

“My friends’ll find me,” you muttered under your breath, glaring at the floor. A few of the demons in the room chuckled as Crowley just shrugged. Everyone went silent as a few chords of a pop song began playing.

“Oops, that’s me,” Crowley pulled out his phone and grinned. “Why, speak of the devil! Or, moose, rather. Now ________, do be silent or I’ll have no choice but to remove your tongue.” You whimpered and bit your bottom lip.

“Hello, King of Hell speaking.” There was a muffled reply. “Really? How horrible!” More muffled talking. “I’ll keep an ear to the ground. Good-bye Samantha.” He smiled at you. “Very good _________, perhaps we will get along after all.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You get through to Cas yet?” Sam asked, slipping his phone into his pocket as he shut the door behind him.

“Nope. What about you? Did Crowley have anything to say?” Dean asked.

“Says he hasn’t heard anything.”

“Do we believe him?” Bobby interjected.

Sam shook his head and sighed. “No reason to trust him, no reason not to.”

“So basically, we’re back to square one.” Sam nodded.

“Balls!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The prisoner lifted his head and blinked open his eyes, squinting through the dried blood that had trickled down from his head. His wings attempted to flutter restlessly, but being that they were still bound together in chains, it was a futile attempt.

Something was different. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, but something was definitely different. He felt something, something that he hadn’t felt for a long time. Not since-

He pulled his arms forward, straining against the chains, endeavoring to break free. He tried to reach out with his grace, but the enochian etched into the metal prevented it.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Coran stepped into the room, grinning widely. The prisoner just glared at him, fuming silently in his bonds. “You might want to calm down, else you’ll hurt yourself,” he smirked, twirling an angel blade deftly in one hand.

“ar-reh tee-leh-beh.” The angel muttered, blood dripping from his mouth as he let his head dangle, suddenly too exhausted to hold it up.

“Eh? What do ya’ mean? I don’t speak Spanish,” Coran huffed, crossing his arms and frowning. But the prisoner had slipped into silence once more.