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Dean's POV

After running through the woods, I came to an old, dirty farmhouse. A massive junk yard full of abandoned cars sat besides it. I slowed my run to a walk and looked around, seeing it clearly. I pressed myself up against the side of the house, peering into one of the windows to see it empty. I crept up the porch steps, testing the door which just swung open. I walked in slowly, keeping myself fully alert. I was painfully aware I had no weapons. Most doors were open and revealed nothing but dirty furniture. I shrugged and left the house, spotting the old barn house. I looked around before bolting over, and peering inside. I scrunched up my nose before I spotted the cages. Kathleen and Sam sat in them, and Sam was currently crying. "Sam?" I call, and he looked up, relief in his eyes. I ran to the cage and knelt down, looking him in the eyes. "Are you hurt?!"

"No," He replied, his voice tight.

"Damn, it's good to see you." I smiled in relief and hit his cage.

"How did you get out of the cuffs?" Kathleen's voice called out. I spun around to her, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, I know a trick or two." I smirked, then turned back to my brother. "Alright," I muttered to myself. "Oh, these locks are gonna be a bitch."

"Dean-" Sam said in a shaky voice.

"Have you seen 'em?" I interrupted.

"Yeah. Dude, they're just people. But Dean-" Sam started again, anguish on his face.

"And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo." I said and made my way to the panel lock on the pole, flipping it open and pressing the button a few times, but nothing happened. "What do they want?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make sense to me."

"Well, that's the point. You know," I started and looked towards Kathleen for a moment, choosing my words carefully. "With our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy."

"See anything else out there?" Sam questioned, wiping his face free of tears.

"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." I explained as I moved back to the cages, looking at Kathleen to see her cage had the same lock Sam's did.

"Did you see a black mustang out there? About ten years old?" Kathleen asked.

"Yeah, actually, I did." I recalled, and her face fell into sadness. "Your brothers?" I asked softly. She nodded. "I'm sorry. Let's get you guys out of here, then we'll take care of those bastards. This thing takes a key. Key?" I turn to Sam and his face hardened.

"I don't know, but Dean-"

"Wait, where's Lottie?" I asked, my eyes locking onto that red leather jacket she was so excited to get. I walked over and picked it up, running my thumbs over it.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Dean." Sam spoke, his voice tight. "One of them came in about ten minutes ago before you got here and took her... He was gonna..." He broke off, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. My stomach turned to stone as I tightened my grip on her jacket.

"Where?" I snarled through clenched teeth.

"We don't know. He just dragged her out of the room." Kathleen answered.

"Did he hurt her?"

Kathleen sighed and looked away. "Dean-"

"Yeah." Sam muttered, closing his eyes tightly. "I couldn't help her."

"From the way she fought back, and the way she screamed, I felt bad for the one dragging her away." Kathleen remarked, trying to ease my nerves.

I let out an even breath. "I'll come back for you. I'll find the key, and get Lottie." I say, shoving the jacket into Sam's cage. He grasped it tightly as I turned around.

"Dean, be careful." Sam warned, and I nodded before leaving.

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I slid into the basement, looking around the side for a bit before coming across a flashlight. I turned it on, flinching from the bright light, and looked around the room. It was filled with shelves of jars and bottles, all of which contained various body parts. I bent down to look at a certain jar and my face scrunched up in disgust when I saw bones floating within. "Yikes," I muttered and continued on my way. I came across a wall of polaroid pictures, each one showing two men with a body either skinned or just dead. One of them look familiar, so I picked it off the wall, and recognized it as Jenkins. "I'll say it again- Demons I get. People are just crazy." I shook my head and made my way up a set of stairs.

Once I came out of the door, I found myself in the living room; or what looked like a living room. A record was playing in the background and I could hear slicing, like something was being cut up. I could also hear slight muffled sounds from somewhere in the house. Like a struggle was taking place. My eyes widened as I very clearly heard Lottie scream my name. In my haste to help her, I bumped into wind chimes. I quickly grabbed them to silence the sound and froze in anticipation. I sighed in relief when nothing happened, then I turned to the chime, flinching as I realized they were human bones.

I crept onward, itching to get to Lottie when I saw a wooden pole leaning against the wall. I grabbed it quickly and continued onward. I followed the path and found the kitchen. Inside, a man stood at the sink, wearing an apron and sawing at something. The floor creaked behind me, and I whirled around. A young girl stood in front of me, extremely dirty, and she looked afraid.

I looked behind me nervously, then back at her. I moved a bit closer. "Shh. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

She pulled a small knife from behind her back and smirked. "I know," She plunged the knife forward, catching my jacket on the wall. "Daddy!" She screamed.

"Jeez!" I growled, trying to pull the knife out.

"Daddy! Jared! Lee!" She screamed louder and I finally removed the knife to see two men walk in. The two men from earlier; the ones talking about Lottie. That meant one of them was on my kill list. My eyes narrowed at them, and my fists clenched as they came towards me. "Daddy!" The girl kept screaming.

The larger of the two came towards me and gripped me under the arms. I could smell the perfume Lottie had bought, and it sent me into a fit of rage. As the taller one came towards me, I jumped up and kicked him hard, causing him to go crashing into the floor. My head was rammed into the wall and then fists grasped the back of my jacket, flinging me against the wall, causing the knife in my hand to drop. One picked me up, and I used that momentum to swing a punch, and then another. The other man ran at me, and I flipped him onto the table, breaking it under his weight. They both stood up and round on me, so I backed up, keeping me eyes on them. I kicked up another table, and kicked it towards the taller one. I crashed into his chest as I ducked a punch heading my way and threw one of my own. The taller one took that opportunity to ram me against the wall.

I groaned loudly as I stood back on my feet and pointed at the taller one. "I'm gonna kick your ass first," Then the other. "Then, yous." I snarled. They both smirked as they looked behind me, but before I could see what it was, a force slammed into my head, and everything went black.

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I awoke to a pounding sensation in my head. Groaning, I opened my eyes and tried to move, but found that both my hands were tied behind my back and to a chair. The old man was set in a chair opposite of me, both boys stood behind him and the young girl at his side.

"Come one. Let's hunt him, pa." The taller man said, bending down to hold his fathers shoulder.

"Yeah, this's ones a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt. Almost as fun as that spitfire in my room." The other said cruelly.

"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about? You -- You yahoo's hunt people?" I snarled.

The old man laughed. "Jared, keep that tongue at bay for now, now. You ever killed before?"

"Wh--" But broke off laughing. "Well, that depends on what you mean."

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer, bear-- I even got a cougar once. Oh boy. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothing like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful. Alive." The old man leaned forward to explain, a proud look in his eyes.

"You're a sick puppy." I said.

A crash echoed out through the house, making us all look over as a body fell in front of the entry way of the living room. A woman tried to get up, but only manged to fall onto her other side, and I felt the rage build up again. Lottie lay there, tears soaking her cheeks and bruises littering her body. Her shirt and bra had been torn open, exposing her top half. She gazed at me as her eyes started to slip closed. "Dean..." She moaned out, going silent.

I watched as Jared went over to her body, and bent down to lift her up. "You're gonna wish you hadn't touched her, chuckles." I snarled out, tugging at the restraints around my wrists.

Jared smiled and laid her on the table besides me, and start to fondle her chest, running his disgusting hands over the soft flesh and grasping tightly before leaning down and pressing an open mouth kiss to her lips. "Anyways, we give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kind of like our tradition passed down, father to son. Of course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy." The old man continued, standing up and my eyes narrowed at him.

"Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy." I smirked sarcastically.

"So, what, you with that pretty cop?" The man asked, leaning down on his knees to breath in my face. Man, the reeks. "Or maybe that spit fire over there?" He asked, pointing at Lottie, whom Jared resorted to sticking his hand down her jeans. I struggled on the chair again, wanting to tear him apart as her face contorted in pain. "Are you a cop?"

"If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?" I raised an eyebrow as the man turned angry. The tall man came over and punched me in the face. I spat the blood on the floor and looked back up at them, shaking my head to wake myself up.

"Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know," Old man snarled. He approached the fireplace, and picked up the poker.

"Yeah, how 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister." I spat at him.

"Tell me-- any of the cops gonna come lookin' for you?"

"Oh, eat me," I growled, then my eyes widened. "No, no, no, wait, wait, wait-- you actually might." Jared came over, and I felt relief that he was touching my girl anymore, and gripped my face. I subtle scent of blood wafted up and it made me want to scream. Pa came back into view, holding a fire poker.

"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family. Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games. Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys." The old man laughed, looking around, then back to me. "And you get to pick the animal; The boy, the cop, or the spit fire."

"Okay, wait, wait-- look, nobody's comin' for me, alright? It's just us." I said the truth, in hopes it would satisfy them.

"You don't choose, I will." The old man said, pressing the hot iron poker into my left shoulder. I shouted out in pain, gritting my teeth.

"Ah! You son of a bitch!" I growled and the man bent down, placing the poker above my eyes.

"Next time, I'll take an eye." He warned.

As the poker came closer, my mind raced with thoughts. I didn't want my little brother to be hunted, but Lottie was in no shape to escape them. Kathleen was just a civilian. Sam at least had a fighting chance. "Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!" Jared released his hold on my head and the Old man removed a key from around his neck, and handed it to the taller man.

"Lee, go do it. Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage." The old man ordered. Lee nodded and headed towards the door.

My eyes widened. "What?! I thought you were gonna hunt him. You were gonna give him a chance!"

"Lee, when you're done with the boy -- shoot the cop too." Lee nodded his head, grabbing a rifle and leving. "Better clean this mess up before any more cops come runnin' out here."

"What about the lil spit fire, pa? Can I finish with her?" Jared asked, walking over to her and groping her chest again. I struggled against my restraints once more, the rage burning hotter and hotter.

The Old man just sighed before a second. "You make it quick, boy. Then, you kill her." He snapped.

"What?!" I snapped, struggling harder.

Jared leered down at the Lottie as the little girl turned around. At that moment, Lottie groaned and opened her eyes. She yelped and tried to move away, but Jared had her hands grasped into one hand. He tugged her to the edge of the table and made her bend down over it before pulling her jeans down with one might tug. She screamed again.

"Stop!" She cried, struggling harder and harder. Tears flew down her cheeks as she kicked her legs around in an attempt to save herself. "Dean!" She called, making me struggle.

"Don't worry, baby! I'm right here! That bastard wont hurt you!" I told her as she kept struggling. Then, a gun shot rang out, making everyone stop, save for Lottie, who took that opportunity to kick Jared back and leap away. "You hurt my brother, I'll kill you! I swear! I'll kill you all! I will kill you all!" I screamed.