Love Conquers Evil

"I'm Not A Child"

"You've got to be kidding me?!" Dean yelled throwing something across the room.

Madeline started laughing again.

I was too shocked to do anything. No, I sent him to hell, he can't be the one doing this! How in the world could he be doing this?

"What does he want with Jason? I'm the one who's Angel Kissed not him, so what's the point?" I asked Madeline.

She grinned at me.

"You don't know?" She asked me with a serious tone.

When I didn't answer, she continued.

"Ashely, if he can't get you to go to him freely, he'll do anything to get you there on his will," She explained.

Which, sadly, brings Jason into this.

"Is Azazel back?" I questioned.

A lazy smile played on her lips.

Is. Azazel. Back?" I asked slowly enunciating each word.

Still, she didn't answer.

"Rachel? Alaina?" I called over my shoulder.

"Yeah?" They said in unison.

"She's all yours," I said starting to turn away.

Madeline's eyes widened.

"Wait, no," She said, sounding slightly afraid.

I stopped but didn't turn to look at her.

"I'll tell you anything you wanna know, just don't leave me alone with them," She said, panic in her voice.

"Is Azazel back?" I asked again.

"No," She answered quickly.

"Is Tom?" I asked.

"No," She answered.

"Where are you keeping my brother?"

Silence.

"Madeline?" I snapped turning around finally.

Still silence.

"You have until the count of three," I growled.

"I'm not a child," She snapped.

I raised an eyebrow.

"One," I counted.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Two," I continued.

I glanced at Rachel and Alaina and then back at Madeline.

"Thr-"

"He's at a warehouse!" She blurted, eyes wide. "He's at a warehouse!"

"Where's this warehouse?" I asked.

"It's the abandoned warehouse here in town," She said sounding defeated. "It's the only abandoned one."

I turned around and started for the stairs.

"Like I said," I said reaching the stairs. "She's all your girls."

"No!" Screamed Madeline. "I told you what you wanted to know!"

Her screams of protest cut off when the metal door of the basement shut behind me.

One thought was racing through my head while I headed back to my room to get ready.

One thought:

I'm getting my brother back