Chapter Eleven:

Weeks after Kya had left, Jody felt like the house had gotten emptier. It hurt, a little, to live in such a place, but since there really was nowhere else to go, she was stuck in her unbearably quiet home.

As quickly as the threat of supposed Erasers came, they left. Any talk of the Siox Falls 'angel' had vanished, leaving the small, quiet town just that much quieter.

One evening, as Jody had been sifting through a few files frok a case, her cellphone rang from across the kitchen table.

Jody quickly answered with a friendly, "Hello?"

"Hey Jody, it's Dean," Dean's sharp voice came back from the other end.

"Oh, hey Dean, what's up? Something wrong?"

"No, I was actually wondering if I could talk to Kya," he said chuckling a bit.

"Why would you call to talk to Kya?" Jody asked, confusion flooding her tone, "Isn't she at the Bunker?"

"No..." Dean said, drawing out the word carefully. "Remember Jody? We took her to your place in order to stay safer. Why would she be here?"

"Because," Jody huffed. "Kya accidentally had gotten seen with her wings, and Erasers showed up. She said she was going to stay at the Bunker until it was safe."

"Kya... Never came to the Bunker, Jody." Jody cursed, biting her lip.

"If she's not here, and she's not at the Bunker, then where is she?!"

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Kya shivered violently, the cold brisk air brings warning of the winter. She should've brought a jacket when she left, it would make this much more bearable. Kya wrapped her arms around her body. She wasn't able to get far before her wings gave out. She had to walk the rest of the way, making it past the South Dakota border yesterday. If she was going at a faster pace, then this wouldn't be an issue.

However, exaushtion flooded her bones, making her move rather sluggishly. Kya huffed, shifting her wings. There was a small town nearby, maybe she'd be able to grab a coat, and some food. Definitely food. Kya was starving. The thought of eating a... Cheeseburger made Kya's mouth water. Even though she could count on one hand the amount of times she had one, it still made her stomach growl loudly.

Kya chuckled, and moved to stand. She sniffed the air, no Erasers, so far. And she definitely didn't smell Grey. Kya dully wondered if... He was still alive...

A bright light appeared before Kya, and she scrambled back, squinting. "Forma cavea ferrea," a deep voice spoke. Suddenly, iron bars appeared around Kya. She gasped, trying to find an opening, but none appeared before her.

The cage lifted and she was brought inside. Kya pulled at the bars, hoping to weaken the metal, but had no such change. Slowly, Kya began to panic. She hadn't been in a cage for so long, she didn't want her freedom taken from her. Not again!

A room finally appeared, and a man smiled down at her. He had combed over black hair and wore a silver suit. Kya moved as far away from him as she could get. The look in his eyes... It was the same as the Whitecoats. "Well, aren't you a beauty," the man crooned, "You'd make a fine piece in my collection." He conjured something in his hands, and then threw it in Kya's face.

Kya held her breath, shutting her eues tight. Suddenly, the man jolted the cage, and she stumbled, accidentally inhaling the dust. Her eyelids began to get droppy immediately, and in seconds, Kya was unconscious.

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Kya shifted, her eyes slowly opening. The room around her was strange. It was... Glass. Kya squinted, there was a light overhead that glared down at her, as if she were some kind of trophy.

Kya moved, her hands pressing against the glass. It was very thick, making it probably impossible for her to break free. She saw a door open and turned, looking towards the side of the room. A man stepped through, and Kya recognized him as the same man that took her. He had a book in his hands as he moved to sit down in a very large, leather chair. Despite the chair looking like it was engulfing him in its mass, he didn't seem bothered by it.

Kya slammed against the glass, banging to get his attention. "He–Hey! Let m–me out!!" She screamed, but the man was not phased by it. Kya continued to shout at the man, but he simply carried on reading. Eventually, she grew tired, and curled up, her wings covering her body.

Hours passed, eventually the man stood, coming her direction. Kya moved, noticing his movement. "Mister!? Pl–Please, let m–me go!" Kya cried. The man walked past her, to a bookshelf beside her cage. He placed the book he was reading there. It was Shakespeare's, Hamlet. The cover was worn, probably from use and age. Kya wondered just how old this man was.

Kya pressed her fists against the glass, banging violently. "Le–Let me ou–ou–out!" The man turned to leave, and Kya glared. She closed her eyes, searching for his mind, and easily found it.

Her eyes began to burn blue as she entered his soul home.

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The man looked around, confused, and Kya pinned him down, her eyes angry. "Let me go!" She hissed.

"This is interesting," The man murmured. Kya glared, and golden chains wrapped around his limbs, keeping him locked to the ground. "Who would've thought a subject from the School was able to use this much brain capacity. Aren't you just an intriguing little thing." Kya flinched, his words reminding her all too much of a Whitecoat's.

"What do you want from me?" Kya asked, pleading, "I will give it to you, just let me go."

"You are my property, you have no right to ask me that," He rolled his eyes, as if she were the mad one.

"What do you mean property? I am not property! I am—I am a person!"

"I own You, now. You're a product of a lab experiment. You have no humanity. You are a thing—"

"No! I am a person!!" Kya hissed, a golden spear forming in her small hands.

"This little game has gone on far too long." The man sighed. He snapped his fingers and instantly Kya was dragged out of his mind.

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Kya gasped as she reentered reality. Then, she instantly vomited. She had never been forcefully dragged out of someone's mind before. It left her nauseated and suddenly exhausted. As soon as the spittle left her mouth, sanitized, ice cold water showered from overhead and Kya gasped, tensing. It rinsed away the vomit, leaving her smelling like she rubbed her body all over a Whitecoat.

Kya gagged, getting the sensation to vomit again, but swallowed it down. Kya turned, seeing the man watching her peculiarly. Anger flared in her and she jumped, "Le–Let m–me o–ou–out of h–here!!" She screeched, pounding on the glass.

The man watched her for another moment before flicking a switch. Water began to pour down again, and Kya yelped, pitifully covering her head. This time, the water didn't stop. It began to quickly fill her cylindrical csge, easily reaching from her ankles to her elbows, based on how she sat.

Kya began to panic, trying to cover where the water was coming from, which only made if worse. Water soaked through her clothes, leaving her shivering. It wasn't until it was at her neck that he finally shut if off. Kya had been standing, pounding on the ceiling. She stared at the man, her heart pounding in her small chest.

The man turned and left as the water slowly drained away filter. When the pipes finally gurgled with completion, Kya sat, hugging her knees. Then, she cried.

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"Kya's gone?!" Sam exclaimed, surprised. "How?! Wasn't she staying with Jody?"

"She was out flying a few weeks back and got spotted by some hunters — the regular ones," Dean explained. "They went to the police and local news and suddenly everyone knows about this 'angel' in their town. Those Erasers probably caught wind of it, and came to Sioux. Jody says Kya warded her house off with some inscents to mask her scent. She was supposed to be here three weeks ago."

"Then, where is she?" Sam asked and Dean could only shrug. "Did the Erasers get to her?"

"I–I don't know. All I know is that Kya is either still out there, or she's gone. Maybe this–this Magnus guy can find something on her." Dean said, sighing for a moment. Sam pressed his lips in a firm line, he didn't feel comfortable banking Kya's life on a stranger, but Dean was pretty stressed out currently, and decided to express his concerns later, after he's rested up,

"What do you wanna do?" Sam asked.

"To find the First Blade, and this Magnus dude. Then, we look for Kya." Sam nodded, giving his support. He moved to sit down beside Dean, helping to go through the files.

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Kya sits against the glass, her arms drawn close to her body. Hunger tears at her insides, but Kya ignores it.

In a puff of smoke, the man is in the room. This time, he is joined by two others as well. Kya blinked, confused, but quickly recognized them. "Mr. Sa–Sam?! Mr–Mr. De–De–Dean!?" She moved, pounding against the glass — for the first time in weeks, actually.

Kya saw Dean's eyes trail to her, and he blinked surprised. Then, he nudged Sam, motioning to Kya, who was still banging on the glass. Sam's eyes widen, then they both turn to the man, who was coming back now, a glass in his hand.

Kya can't hear what they're saying, but she can read their lips. The man is facing away from her, so she doesn't know what he's saying. "Why is she in there?" Dean asked, pointing at Kya. The man turned, looking her way. Kya shivered, moving away from the front of the glass, "What did you do to her?"

"She's merely a pet," the man says, then, he turns his head away again. He does something else, but Kya doesn't see.

Then, the water showers down from the ceiling again. Kya screamed, trying to stand, banging on the glass. Not this again! She wasn't even bad this time! Kya saw Sam and Dean stand, watching her in horror. The man snapped his fingers and suddenly a red curtain falls between them and her.

"N–No! No!!" Kya cried. Tears mix with the frigid water as she bangs on the glass. The water has risen quickly, reaching her waist now. Kya pushed against the glass, slamming it, but nothing ever worked.

The water reached her head, and she holds her breath, trembling as she still tried to fight. Minutes pass and her lungs began to burn intensely. Kya fell to her knees, her body trembling. She was so tired, tired of fighting, of running.

The man's words echo in her head, "I own you. You are a thing. You are a thing. You are—" the curtain is ripped away, and suddenly Dean is staring down at her. She can see him shout on the other side. His hands go to a mess of buttons and switches on the bottom. The water begins to drain, just as Kya's eyes close.

She is in darkness for only a few seconds. As air refuels her deprived lungs, Kya coughed, vomiting water and bile. Suddenly, she freezes, waiting for the water to come down from the ceiling, but nothing happens. Someone thumps on the glass. Kya turned her head slightly to see Dean smiling at her.

Kya was shaking, and she begins to cry. Finally, they came for her. Dean turned around, saying something to the man. "I'm afraid I can't," the man replied with a shrug. "She's is too rare of a creature to come across."

"Creature?" Sam replied, "She's a person! You can't just lock people in here like that! You almost killed her!"

"I'm afriad I must," the man sighed. "Enough of that, what did you want about..." Kya didn't catch the last word, it was something she wasn't familiar with.

Dean gives Kya one last look, but turns away, speaking to Kya as he moved to sit down. "... Something you have here — the First Blade." The man nodded slowly, saying something, but as he was speaking, Dean pulled up his sleeve. "... The Mark of Cain."

On his arm was a strange scar that was shaped like a fancy F. It still looked tender, based on the redness of the tissue around it. Kya noticed Sam shifted uncomfortably when Dean showed it and narrowed her eyes.

The man sat straighter on the couch, suddenly interested in Dean's arm. Kya remembered that, it was the same way he looked at her when he saw her. Was he going to take Dean away too?!

"N–No! No! G–Get ou–out!!" Kya screamed, hitting the glass again. Both brothers turned her way, confused.

"Listen," Sam spoke. "If... Takes over, the one thing she'll want more than anything is to make hell on earth. Not even you can escape that." The man laughed at something, gaining strange looks from the brothers.

"Listen, if you're serious about taking action, this — this is action," Dean said. "You loan is the Blade, and we will stop the bitch."

The man nodded, then went to the tray beside him, and threw green powder on Sam. Suddenly, he disappeared.

Kya stood, surprised, and so did Dean. "What did you do with my brother?" He asked, his face contourted in anger. The man said something else, and Dean rolled his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. "Yeah, well, the problem is, it's attached. So, how about you loan me the Blade and I take care of buisness?"

The man said something else, and a look if disgust fell on his face as he took a step back, glancing at the door. "When you said any of that, did it feel at all creepy?" Dean said. Glancing to a case that held a strange stone-dagger. "Yeah, I'm just gonna grab Kya and the Blade and go." The man stood to face Dean, his posture lean and amused, his shoulders shaking as he said something else.

"Well, in that case, I'll make my own," Kya watched Dean say, grabbing a machete off his waist. Then, the man waved his hand, and the machete turned red hot, burning his hand.

"St–Stop i–it!!" Kya growled, pounding on the glass.

"What are you going to do then, lock me up?" Dean asked, his shoulders tensing. The man shrugged, saying something else, "You're gonna have to try harder than 'that was the plan' then, bucko." The man raised his hand and snapped.

Kya heard a set of fans below her, and suddenly, she coughed, the air getting thinner. For a moment, Kya was confused, but soon realized what's happening.

The oxygen slowly leaves the room and Kya began to panic, despite trying desperstely not to. In minutes, she is unable to breath. Darkness spots on her vision and she clutched her neck, falling to her knees and gasping. Her limbs begin to shake as she slowly lost energy and consciousness. Kya suddenly realized that this is significantly more scarier than drowning alive.

Kya's eyes roll into her head, laying limp on the floor of the cylindrical cage. The fans stop, and the oxygen slowly refills the room. Kya heard pounding on the glass, and slowly turned. Dean is there, staring down at her with wide eyes. She watched him ask if she was okay. She barely managed to blink, but does.

Dean's shoulders tense and he turns to the man, a hard finger pressed against the glass again. Kya wished she could hear him. She's still shivering from before, feels tears fall down her face as she stares at the top of her cage.

Dean turned back to her, sadness in his eyes. Then, he walks back to the man. Gathering her strength, Kya turned her head, watching as Dean slowly goes to his knees. A post juts out from the floor and the chains seem to gain a life of their own, coiling around his wrists.

Kya slowly moved, breathing heavily, and curling up on the floor. She doesn't care to watch the rest of what was happening.

Kya can't say how much time as passed. She wonders if Dean would get the man to get her some food. The thought of such a thing makes her wince in pain, her stomach growling.

Then, someone tapped on the glass again. Kya flinched, was the man going to hurt her again? She didn't think she could take another one of the water or the fans. He kept tapping, though, until finally, she turned her head to face him.

Surprisingly, she was met by Sam and Dean. Her eyes widened and she slowly sat up, staring at them. Dean smiled, mouthing the words, "Cover your head." Then, the two stepped back, raising their guns.

Kya immediately knew what they were talking about and covered her body with her hands and her wings. The bullets weakened the glass. After a few shots it began to shatter. Sam punched it, releasing her of her cage.

Tears filled her eyes, as she looked up. "Hey, sweetheart," Dean spoke gently. "I've missed you."

Kya couldn't help the weak laugh. "Th–Th–Thank you," she smiled. "I–I a–am sorry," sbe apologized. "I–I di–did not m–mean t–to be t–taken," she assured.

Dean and Sam both laughed, reaching in the cage to pick her up. "C'mon let's get outta here." Kya nodded, agreeing. She noticed that on the floor was the beheaded figure of the man who took her. She felt no remorse for his death. She almost wished she were the one that killed him.

"Oh, lovely, happy endings," a familiar voice says behind them. Dean turned and began to walk and Kya sees the man from the Bunker's basement.

"Oh," she said, confused. "Wh–Why are y–you out?"

"Nice to see you too, love," the demon grumbled.

"He was helping," Sam explained easily. Kya nodded, but didn't say anything else.

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As soon as they... Appeared outside —since there wasn't exactly a designated exit — Kya's nose twitched. The demon, Crowley, if her memory served her right — which it always did — continued to speak. "Brilliant, I must say. I'm speaking of myself, of course. All you two managed to do was get trussed up. Combine a little derring-do on my part, a little dumb muscle from squirrel, a little bleeding from moose... Happy ending. Roll credits."

Dean stopped moving as she strange scent was it's strongest. "No. No! Come on! What the hell?!" Dean's car is trashed completely. Dean sets Kya down and began searching it.

"That's sulfur — demons," Sam commented. Kya nodded, so that's what she smelt.

"Abaddon's. Well, she's just one jump behind us. Guess she couldn't find Magnus' joint, either. What about the trunk?"Dean asked as Sam checked said trunk.

"Safe. Warding kept them off."

Dean huffed, thoroughly pissed, "Demon mitts all over my baby."

"Wh–Who is Ab–Ab–Abbadon?" Kya asked curiously.

"One of the Knights of Hell," Sam supplied. "Currently trying to take over Hell." Dean shuts the side door after looking inside, and walks to the other side of the car.

"Oh, come on! Now they're keying cars?!" Dean groaned, kneeling to get a better look. On the side of his car, were large letters in red paint. Kya recognized the language and frowned.

"What language is that?" Sam asked

"E–E–Enochian. I re–read a b–bo–book about it–it in the B–Bunker," Kya said softly.

Crowley nodded, "She's right. It's not a message for you though, it's for me. 'Be afraid. Your Queen,'" he translated. "Abbadon's getting more brazen. She thinks I'm losing my grip." Kya moved to sit in the back seat, resting her leaning her head back. Crowley comes to her side, and Kya didn't move.

Dean is fuming as he stared at his car, enough that Sam goes to his side, "Dean. Dean." Dean turned to Sam, and he continued, "Listen, you said Crowley was only useful till we got the Blade," Sam whispered. "... Well, we got the Blade."

As soon as the word leaves Sam's mouth, Crowley moved. He flung Sam and Dean against the side of the car. Kya moved, but all the car doors are immediately closed, locking her in. "You know, boys, I'm in debt to you," Crowley spoke. "You forced sobriety on me, and now I can see the situation for what it is. Dean, you are quite the killing machine. And it occurs to me that Abaddon is not the only name on your list. My name must be up there, as well."

The Blade fell from Sam's hand and everyone's eyes turned to the weapon. Kya glared at Crowley, her eyes glowing blue. She is barely able to reach his mind before his eyes flick red, "Not today, princess," he growled. Kya flinched, breathing heavily. She was too weak to fight him.

"It's no good to you without me," Dean snarled.

"Yes," Crowley nodded, agreeing. "But as long as I have it, it's no good to you." Crowley drew the Blade to his hand, smirking. "Now, this is the way it's going to go — I'll hang on to old donkey teeth here until such time as you locate Abaddon. Then you'll destroy her," Crowley turned to Sam, a false look of pity on his face. "You're right, moose. You can't trust me. But, sadly, I can't trust you, either."

Then, Crowley is gone in a big puff of red smoke.

Everyone was silent for several seconds, then Dean finally snapped. "Fuck!" He growled, angrily getting in his car with Sam following. Kya was silent in the backseat, knowing from experience that it was not good to aggravate angry people. Besides, she was suddenly feeling lightheaded and nauseous anyway, probably because she tried to control Crowley.

They drove for nearly an hour until they made it back on the highway. Kya sat back in her seat, ignoring the growling of her stomach. Little to no words were spoken between them for the next several hours.