Ezra could barely remember everything that happened. All he knew was that he and his father were having a decent conversation when, suddenly, their hotel door was broken into, causing them both to arm themselves. One thing he hadn't exactly expected was the fact that the monster they were hunting was actually Diesel. He could feel sympathy for the man, except he practically knocked his dad out.

"That was my dad!" Ezra yelled, and used his abilities to send Diesel into a wall, pinning him in place.

"Well, I wasn't expecting Cyd's new boyfriend to have special powers," Diesel said with an evil smirk. His brown eyes stayed focus on Ezra. Determined. "I wondered what Cyd saw in you, but sadly, I don't want you in the way, your a threat."

"Spare me the details. Why did you kill all those people?" Ezra asked.

"Wouldn't you be if someone killed your family?" Diesel said and unexpectedly, he broke free from Ezra's powers and grabbed the young hunter, pushing him against the wall and pinning him with his arm. Ezra tried to push Diesel away, but nothing seemed to work. He hadn't gone up against a shapeshifter before, so this was brand new. "I would kill you, but that scene you have on you, it's powerful. You do not know what you're capable of kid,"

"No!" Ezra heard his father exclaimed, "Get away from him!" Diesel rolled his eyes and punched Dean in the face, knocking him out.

"Dad!" Ezra yelled, but Diesel pushed Ezra against the wall once again, cutting off some of his air. Ezra gasped for breath but could no longer keep his eyes open and the entire room had gone black.

***

A few minutes later, Ezra groaned and opened his eyes, only to find absolute darkness. From the way it felt, Diesel had placed a bag over his head. He heard footsteps and the bag that was on his head was removed. When he realized he was in a cottage, a large rocky fireplace sat in front of him. The cottage it was quite small with light shining through the window. They were in the middle of nowhere, standing in front of him. Diesel was wearing a new shirt. A shirt that Ezra owned. He tried to move but found he could not.

"I wouldn't try to move, kid," Diesel said. Ezra looked down at his hands and saw that not only were his hands bound with zip ties, but a rope kept him tied to the chair. His ankles were also bound with zip ties, leaving it impossible for Ezra to move.

"Where am I?" Ezra asked as he tried to get out of the bonds. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Your in a cottage smart alec," Diesel said and made his way over to the fridge. "My masters always take me here when they go on vacation." With Diesel distracted, Ezra moved as much as he could and reached for his butterfly knife. A silver blade that his father had given him when he turned eighteen.

"And your purpose for bringing me here?" Ezra asked, trying his best to stall.

"I brought you here because I want to get rid of you," Diesel said, and turned back around and made his way over. "When I saw that look in Cyd's eyes, something that I only ever got or that Shelby got, I knew you were trouble," Diesel grabbed Ezra's arm, pulling it away from his back pocket roughly. Ezra flinched at the pain but showed no sign of pain. He was determined to stop this creature from hurting anyone else. "That also didn't help since you are a hunter, and I knew there was something special about you,"

"You keep saying that. What the hell are you talking about?" Ezra asked, determined to get under Diesel's skin.

"I guess your parents didn't tell you everything," Diesel responded. "Mind you, there are a few people who would like to take your powers, your not like the other hunters I've met, even your weak father."

"Your point?" Ezra asked. "And if you wanted to kill me, why don't you? What's stopping you from doing it?" Diesel laughed.

"I am under orders not to kill you," Diesel said, stepping away.

"Who's orders?" Ezra asked, but they answered his question when a dark-skinned man stepped into the room carrying a large machete.

"Ezra Winchester as I live and breathe," the man said as Diesel sat down on a nearby chair. "Honestly, I'm kind of surprised... I thought you'd be.. older,"

"Who the fuck are you?" Ezra said, unsure about who the man was or why he was here. The man kneeled in front of the young Winchester.

"I'm surprised your father hasn't told you about me," he said. "The name is Gordon Walker. I've heard many things about you in the void." Suddenly, things seemed to fall into place. Ezra recalled a little about a man who tried to kill his uncle and attempted to break himself free. "Touched a soft spot, didn't I? your father and uncle are a pain in the ass," he continued. "Then while I was trapped in the void, I heard someone talking about some kid with special powers, I wanted to get out figure out who that kid was and maybe kill him or her, not that I knew if the person was male or female. Shockingly, there was a name I recognized, Dean Winchester,"

"What's your point?" Ezra asked. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, kid," Gordon responded. "We don't even know what you are, are you a nephilim? Vampire? What?"

"That's none of your business," Ezra said. Gordon changed out his machete for a dagger and placed it on Ezra's arm.

"Wait, I thought you were only going to question him," Diesel said, in shock. "You told me that if I brought him to you, you'd get the answers you were looking for." Gordon rolled his eyes and turned toward Diesel.

"Clearly you don't understand what we're doing," Gordon said. "I can't go after Sam and Dean if I don't know where they are."

"You won't find them," Ezra warned. "I will not let you harm my family," Ezra went silent as Gordon smirked evilly at Ezra's direction.

"So you are The Winchester's bastard son aren't you?" Gordon said.

"You don't know how much has changed Gordon!" Ezra exclaimed but in response, Gordon cut Ezra's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. "You bitch!"

"Wow, I see daddy has taught you everything," Gordon said. "Diesel, I can't think with you in the room, leave us," Diesel was reluctant at first but left at Gordon's orders. "If you are anything like your uncle, then I think I should kill you, then go after him."

"I won't crack," Ezra glared daggers at Gordon.

"We'll see about that, shall we?" Gordon said threateningly. "You aren't a werewolf or a shapeshifter. Usually silver blades burn them. Well, let's try something else." Gordon sat his bag down on the couch and pulled out an angel blade. Ezra continued to move around, trying to free his chest so he could fight back. Only Gordon placed the blade on Ezra's cheek and used the tip to cut him. Ezra winced in pain as an amber light shone from his face. "Fascinating, I've never seen something like you before. This torture session will be a lot of fun,"