"Sam..." I called out, but he didn't even look at me "Sam are we ever going to talk about this, Dean's ok with..."
Sam ignored me as he looked under the Impala
"What are you..." a cat ran out "Someone afraid of a putty tat," I joked, Sam didn't even laugh "Sam, talk to me!"
"You're a demon Selina!" Sam exclaimed
"So what?! So far the only that seems to care is you! Dean's okay with it, why can't you?" I turned around when Sam didn't say anything. "Sam?" but he wasn't there and he wasn't in the Impala, especially since John's journal was still on the hood. I quickly turned around towards the bar "Dean!" but someone grabbed me from behind and my world went dark.
***
(Third Person)
Dean walked into the Sheriff's Department and handed a female deputy his ID
"So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?" she asked
"I'm working a missing persons," Dean said
"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police,"
"Oh, no. No, there are two other people. Actually, it's my cousins. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway, and she was in the car. And I haven't seen them since,"
"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?"
"Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke."
The Deputy smiled
"No, he wasn't drunk. They were taken,"
The deputy led him over to a computer. "Alright. What're their names?"
"Winchester. Sam and Selina Winchester,"
The deputy typed in the two names. "You know their brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder and kidnapping Selina Winchester,"
Dean kept on his game face as he heard his charges "Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though,"
"Uh-huh." The Deputy typed up some other things "Well, they're not showing up in any current field reports,"
"Oh, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway,"
"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"
"Right. Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took them. Or, whoever,"
"Well, I have access to the trafic cam footage down at the county works department, but-well, anyhow, let's do this right away," The Deputy got some paperwork from a filing cabinet "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" she handed him a clipboard.
"Officer, look, uh, they're family. I promised her that I would look after her, after the whole Dean ordeal. You gotta let me go with you,"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that,"
"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back? Sam and Selina are my responsibility. And they're comin' back. I'm bringin' them back,"
***
(Selina POV)
I woke up and observed my surroundings and began to have a panic attack.
"Selina," Sam called out.
I didn't answer I was looking at the bars of the cage, Sam seemed to notice my fear
"Selina listen to me you're ok,"
"Sam I can't be in a cage. I hate being caged in," I whimpered as I curled up into a ball.
"Selina...Selina look at me,"
I looked up next to me to see Sam in a similar predicament of being in a cage
"Dean will get us. Come here,"
I crawled over and immediately Sam held my hand.
"I'll get us out of here," Sam promised
***
(Third Person)
Dean was sitting on a bench outside of the County Works Department when the deputy walked up behind him.
"Greg." The Deputy called out.
Dean looked up and stood
"I think we've got something." The Deputy handed Dean the printouts as he looked through them "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousins, Sam and Selina, disappeared,"
"This isn't what I'm looking for," Dean said
"Just wait, wait-next one,"
Dean turned the page and saw an image of a rusty truck driving
"This one was taken right after Sam left the bar and talked to Selina. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates,"
Dean turned the page and looked at a close-up image of the truck's license plates "Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen,"
"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved,"
Dean looked up as a beat-up van drove by with its engine whining loudly "Hear that engine?"
"Yeah,"
"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?"
"Sure,"
Dean watched as it drove away and finally reached a conclusion. "I'll be damned,"
***
(Selina POV)
I watched as Sam attempted to kick down the door of the cage, we both stopped when we heard Jenkins groan.
"You're alive. Hey, you okay?" Sam asked
"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?" Jenkins spat
"Where are we?" Due to my panic attack, my senses were all muddled
"I don't know," Jenkins answered
"The country, I think." I replied "Smells like the country," I said as I stood up, Sam walking over and holding my hand once more through the bars as we looked over at Jenkins.
"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" Sam asked
"Yeah," Jenkins replied
"We were lookin' for ya,"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," I muttered as I realized how horrible it all looked
"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue,"
"Well, our brother's out there right now, too. He's lookin' for us. So..." Sam said
"So, he's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere."
I whimpered as Sam tried to comfort me
"Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us,"
"What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam asked
"What are you talking about?"
"Whatever's got us, what'd they look like?"
"See for yourself," the door opened and two men walked in wearing black coats and hats. One man walked over to my cage and kicked it, I whimpered and headed in the corner as Sam glared at him.
"Leave her alone!"
"Or what?!" he smirked.
"Leave me alone! Don't you take me, leave me alone!" Jenkins screamed
"Selina...hey they're gone,"
I looked up at Sam "Sam, they're just people,"
Jenkins looked at us as if we were crazy "Yeah. What'd you expect?"
"How often do they feed you?" Sam asked
"Once a day. And they use that thing over there to open the cage," Jenkins pointed to a panel
"And that's the only time you see 'em?"
"So far. But I'm waitin',"
"Wain' for what?"
"Ned Beatty time, man,"
"I think that's the least of your worries right now,"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah,"
"What do you think they want, then?"
I watched as Sam reached through the top of his cage and grabbed a long metal wire stretching from the top of the pole to the ground.
"Depends on who they are," Sam huffed
"they're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places," Jenkins said
***
(Third Person)
The deputy and Dean were in the sheriff's car "Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn't pass that one, so..."
"So, it must've pulled off somewhere. I didn't see any other roads here," Dean noted
"Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads,"
"Great," Dean stared out the window.
"So, Gregory,"
Dean looked over at her "Yeah?"
"I ran your badge number. It's routine when we're working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and what have you. And, uh, they just got back to me." The Deputy pulled the car over "It says here your badge was stolen. And there's a picture of you," but it wasn't of Dean instead it was a picture of a heavy African American male.
"I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease,"
"Okay, would you step out of the car, please?"
"Look, look, look. If you wanna arrest me, that's fine. I'll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please let me find Sam and Selina,"
"I don't even know who you are. Or if this Sam and Selina are missing,"
"Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this,"
"Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer,"
"Look, here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And Selina saved my life more times than I can count. And ever since then, I've felt responsible for them. Like it's my job to keep them safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find them fast-please. They're my family,"
The deputy sighed "I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you in." she sighed after she looked at her visor "After we find Sam and Selina Winchester,"
***
(Selina POV)
Sam was still trying to pull the metal coil from the beam.
"What's your names, again?" Jenkins asked
"It's Sam and that's Selina,"
I nodded "Why don't you give it up, Sammy," I told him
"Don't...call me...Sammy!" Sam groaned and finally tore the coil down. A small piece of metal fell onto the floor as well.
"What is it?"
"It's a bracket,"
"Well, thank god, a bracket. Now we've got 'em, huh?" Jenkins said sarcastically. Suddenly, Jenkins' cage unlocked and opened "Must've been short. Maybe you knocked somethin' loose," he climbed out of the cage.
"I think you should get back in there, Jenkins,"
"What?"
"This isn't right," I stated
"Don't you wanna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry,"
"Yeah. But that was too easy," Sam said
"Look, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry,"
"No, I'm serious. Jenkins-this might be a trap,"
"Bye, Sammy,"
"Jenkins!"
I became startled when his cage slammed shut. "Sam..." I whimpered
"I know Selina," Out of nowhere we heard Jenkin's scream and I couldn't help but curl back into a ball and cover my ears like a child.
***
(Third Person)
"Hey, Officer? Look, I don't mean to press my luck," Dean said
"Your luck is so pressed," The Deputy said
"Right. I was wondering-why are you helping me out, anyway? Why don't you just lock me up?"
"My brother, Riley, disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam and Selina. We searched for him, but-nothing. I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them-Come on. Let's keep at it," The Deputy got in the car and began to drive until they came across the edge of a forest.
"Wait wait, wait-pull over here. Pull over." they got out of the car and walked towards the forest "It's the first turn-off I've seen so far,"
"You stay here, I'll check it out,"
"No way,"
"Hey." they stopped walking "You're a civilian. And a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me,"
"You're not goin' without me,"
The deputy sighed "Alright. Do you promise you won't get involved? You'll let me handle it?"
"Yeah, I promise,"
"Shake on it," The Deputy extended her arm and Dean shook it only for her to place a set of handcuffs on Dean's arm.
"Oh, come on,"
The Deputy handcuffed Dean to the door handle and began walking away
"This is ridiculous. Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need my help,"
"I'll manage. Thank you," The Deputy locked the door and walked away.
"Of all the times I wish I had Selina's bobby pins," Dean began looking around for something to unlock them when he noticed the antenna. Dean heard the sound of the pickup truck "Oh, son of a bitch,"
***
(Selina POV)
I heard the woman begin to wake up "Sam,"
Sam looked over at the woman "You alright?" he asked
"Are you Sam Winchester?" the woman asked
"Yeah,"
"And that makes you, Selina Winchester,"
I looked at her confused
"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you,"
I perked up
"Thank God. Where is he?" Sam asked
"I, uh-I cuffed him to my car,"
I found myself sitting back down
" Sam,Selina?" Dean called out.
I stood up and went to the cage edge as I saw Dean, he walked over and began to look me over
"Are you hurt?"
I shook my head as he began to wipe away the tears
"Damn, it's good to see you,"
"How did you get out of the cuffs?" The woman asked
Dean turned around and looked over at her "Oh, I know a trick or two. Alright." he moved to the door of the cage and saw the locks "Oh, these locks look like they're gonna be a bitch,"
"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there," Sam pointed to the control panel.
"Have you seen 'em?"
"Yeah. Dude, they're just people,"
"And they jumped the two of you? Must be gettin' a little rusty there, kiddo," Dean walked over to the control panel and began trying different buttons "What do they want?"
"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap."
I whimpered as I remembered the scream and Sam grabbed my hand to soothe me.
"It doesn't make any sense to me," Sam said
"Well, that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there are patterns. But with people, they're just crazy," Dean said
"See anything else out there?"
"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car, too,"
"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?" The woman asked
"Yeah, actually, I did."
The woman looked sad
"Your brother's?"
The woman nodded
"I'm sorry. Let's get you guys out of here, then we'll take care of those bastards." Dean pointed to the control panel "This thing takes a key. Key?"
"I don't know," Sam said
"Alright, I better go find it," Dean began to leave.
"Dean!" I called out.
Dean walked over to me
"Be careful,"
"Yeah," Dean said