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SEASON 01, EPISODE 15

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"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true," Mrs. McKay said to the three siblings that stood in front of her, decked out in State Police uniforms. 

"Mrs. McKay..." Sam trailed off and removed his hat, Delaney and Dean following suit. "We know you spoke with the local authorities."

"This seems like a matter for the state police," Delaney added with a small smile. "Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw, okay?"

Evan McKay looked up to his mom for permission to speak and she nodded her head for him to go on. "I was up late... watching TV... when I heard this weird noise."

"What did it sound like?" Sam asked softly.

"It sounded like... a monster."

The three Winchesters exchanged a look with each other. The boy wouldn't necessarily be too far off about the monster thing if what they were dealing with was actually supernatural and not just some random attack.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV," Mrs. McKay prompted her son, nudging him slightly. 

"Um..." Evan trailed off and sheepishly smiled at the siblings in front of him. "Godzilla vs Mothra."

Dean chuckled and nodded impressively at the kid. "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original."

Evan grinned, seemingly happy that someone shared his views on the Godzilla movies. "Totally!"

"Yeah. These two weirdos like the original better," Dean said, nodding his head towards Delaney and Sam who just gave him an unamused look.

Delaney and her brothers used to watch the Godzilla movies all the time together while John was out - which Delaney knew now that he was out on a hunt and the two boys were left behind to watch over her. Their Uncle Bobby had all of the movies on DVD and would allow the three kids to watch the movies before going to bed. Granted, that wasn't a good idea for a six year old Delaney who would get nightmares from them and then end up next to Dean in his bed because of them. He never complained about it though.

However, as she got older she grew to appreciate the movies and she even found herself watching them sometimes with Will if it was on TV. It made her feel like she was with her brothers again when life was simpler and she didn't have to worry about term papers or if the really cute boy with dark hair and blue eyes and charming smile that practically lit up a room liked her the way she liked him.

"Yuck!" Evan exclaimed with a disgusted expression and Dean made a noise in agreement.

Sam cleared his throat to remind Dean why they were really here. "Evan, did you see what this thing was?"

"No, but I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins," Evan replied, visibly shaken from watching the innocent man get snatched. "It pulled him under the car."

"Then what?" Delaney questioned.

Evan sighed and glanced out the window to where the whole scene had happened. "It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What did it sound like, Evan?"

"This... whining growl."

Dean and Sam glanced to each other, having a somewhat vague idea of what this thing was. Delaney raised an eyebrow, wondering what it could be.

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Delaney sat at a circular table in the corner of a local bar. She had just squeezed by with not getting carded when the three walked in, probably because she was with her brothers and the guy just assumed she was twenty-one when she still had another year before that happened. She had a fake ID anyway since she needed one if she wanted to hang out with Will and his friends who were all a year older than she was - it was rare but the group did get out a few times for birthdays and special occasions. 

Though part of her was thankful she didn't need to use it because Dean definitely would have given her a lecture for getting a fake ID. Which would be ironic since the fake ID would be a lot less harmful than the fake IDs the three siblings used daily to get information for cases. Not like that would stop Dean from switching into protective older brother mode and being upset she used a fake ID to go to places she wasn't old enough to be in.

"So, the local police have now ruled out foul play," Sam informed from next to Delaney at the table while Dean stood to the side, playing with the dartboard on the wall by their table. "Apparently there were signs of struggle."

"They could be right. Could be a kidnapping," Dean suggested, throwing a dart and it hitting the bullseye. He obnoxiously yelled in excitement at the fact that it actually hit the bullseye. Dean was good at firing a gun, but firing a dart at a dartboard? Not so much. "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."

Delaney leafed through their father's journal until she stopped on a page that seemed like it pertained to this kind of situation. "Uh, maybe it is. Dad marked the area. Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?" Dean questioned, walking over to the table and grabbing his beer.

Delaney sneakily went to take a sip of Sam's, but Dean immediately slapped her hand away and gave her a warning look. 

"Underage. Don't even think about it, Delaney."

Delaney huffed and went back to reading through the information their father had on this area. "Well, it looks like he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people, then vanishes." She glanced between her two brothers who were looking at the journal with thoughtful expressions. "He also found this. This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in this state."

Dean hummed and placed his beer down, going over to the dartboard to get the darts again. "That is weird."

"Yeah, but don't phantom attackers usually grab people from their beds?" Sam asked, looking over to his brother for answers. "Jenkins was taken from a parking lot."

"Well, there are all kinds - Springheeled Jacks, Phantom Gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime," Dean explained. "Still not sure if this is our kind of gig. We should ask around more tomorrow."

Sam nodded in agreement and pulled his phone out. "So, I saw a motel about five miles back."

Delaney sighed in relief and leaned her cheek on her hand. "Thank God. I'm tired."

"Come on, guys. Don't be a bore. Let's do one another round, Sammy," Dean complained with a pout.

"We should get an early start tomorrow, don't you think?" Delaney countered with a raised eyebrow, challenging him to argue with her.

"You really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Dean remarked, looking away from the dartboard. He sighed when she just stared him down. "Fine. I'll meet you guys outside. I got to take a leak."

Sam hopped off his stool and shrugged his jacket on. "I got to go, too. Delly, we'll meet you by the Impala?"

"What? I'm not letting her wait outside in the dark by herself, Sam," Dean argued.

Delaney rolled her eyes and motioned to her back pocket where her gun was pressing into her back. "I'm a big girl and I do have protection. I think I'll be okay. Not like you guys take more than thirty seconds in the bathroom."

Dean conceded and pulled Sam after him to the bathroom.

Delaney shook her head at her brother before throwing her leather jacket on and walking outside to make her way over to the Impala. The weather dropped a bit, sending a small shiver up Delaney's back as she stuffed her hands into her pocket. A group of bikers had just parked a few feet from the Impala and talked quietly as they turned off their bikes and made their way inside. She froze when she heard chains rattling underneath the Impala.

Delaney dug for the tiny flashlight she kept in her pocket and switched it on, dropping to her knees and looking under the car. The light shined onto a cat and she screamed when the cat hissed at her and swat at her with its paw. She scrambled back as the cat ran out from underneath the car and hopped onto the car next to the Impala, licking its paws. 

"You hunt for demons for a living and you get scared by a cat," Delaney scolded herself quietly as she got back to her feet. "Lucky Dean wasn't out here or I'd never live that nightmare down."

Delaney turned off the flashlight and stuffed it back into her pocket. She placed her father's journal onto the trunk and leaned against the side of the car while she waited for her brothers. They were taking an insane amount of time and she just wished they would come out already so she could just sleep a few hours. 

However, it seemed the universe was against her getting any sleep because something suddenly gripped her ankle and yanked under the Impala. Before she could even think to react her world went dark.

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Delaney shot up awake and looked around her. She was definitely not in the bar's parking lot any longer. She was trapped in a huge metal cage and Delaney quickly got to her feet. There was a man in the cage next to hers and Delaney guessed that it was the guy Evan had witnessed being taken. She felt around herself and both her phone and her gun were taken, which shouldn't have shocked her too much. What kidnapper in their right mind would allow her to keep either one of them?

Delaney pushed on the cage door but it barely budged, just made a large rattling sound each time she shook it. She groaned and took a step back and looked around herself for a way out. She dropped to the ground with a sigh of dejection and buried her face in her hands. Dean and Sam were probably losing their minds right now that she was taken and Dean was definitely yelling at Sam for allowing her to wait outside for them alone. That this was the exact reason he didn't let her be anywhere alone.

The man in the cage next to hers groaned and stirred awake. Delaney scrambled over to the side of her cage and wrapped her fingers around the squares in it. "You're alive? Are you okay?"

The man slowly sat up and shot Delaney a deadpan look. "Does it look like I'm doing okay?" 

Delaney took in his dark hair that was sticking up in various places, his dark beard was stubbly and looked as if he hadn't properly shaved in days, and his clothes were filthy. However, other than that he seemed okay thankfully. At least he wasn't dead like she originally thought when she woke up and saw he was unmoving and looked pretty much dead in his own cage.

"Do you know where we are?"

The man made a face and looked around their dark room, the only light coming from the sun that shone through the cracks in the ceiling above them. "I don't know. Country, I think. Smells like the country."

"You're Alvin Jenkins, right?" Delaney asked just to confirm who she was talking to.

Alvin nodded his head and leaned his arms on the cage wall. "Yeah that's me."

Delaney chuckled softly and ran a hand through her hair. "Wow, I've actually been looking for you."

"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue," Alvin snapped lightly and Delaney gave him an apologetic look. 

"My brothers are out there right now, too. They're looking for us, soo..."

"So they're not gonna find us," Alvin interjected. "We're in the middle of nowhere, waiting for them to come back and do God knows what to us."

Delaney pressed herself to the cage wall and gripped it. "What are they? Have you seen them?"

"What are you talking about?" Alvin questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What do they look like?"

"See for yourself," Alvin responded as the hinges on the door creaked loudly and the door swung open.

Three hooded figures walked into the room so Delaney couldn't see what they looked like. They slowly walked over to Alvin's cage and banged on it with a wooden board, causing Alvin to yelp quietly and stumbled back towards the back wall of his cage. They swung door open and Alvin's eyes blew so wide Delaney thought they'd pop out of his sockets.

"Don't you touch me! Leave me alone!"

One of the hooded figures dropped a glass plate with food and a mug filled with water onto the floor and closed the door again. Alvin dived for the food after the door was shut and the three hooded figures pressed a red button on the fuze box on a pillar in the middle of the room before they exited.

"They're just people," Delaney whispered as she stared at the door in confusion. Surely she thought it would be way worse than this. She thought it be like some freakishly scary monster looking thing or something. Not freaking human beings.

"Yeah," Alvin scoffed as he leaned his back against the side wall of his cage. "What did you expect?"

Delaney tore her eyes from the door and over to Alvin again. "How often do they feed you?"

"Once a day. They open the cages with the box over there," Alvin gestured to the same fuze box the hooded figures had just used.

"This is the only time you see them?" Delaney inquired, trying to formulate at least some plan to get them out in case Dean and Sam don't make it in time.

"Yeah, but I'm waiting. Waiting for Ned Beatty time, man."

Delaney snorted softly and moved to the other end of her cage to get closer to the box and get a better look. "I think that's the least of your worries right now, pal."

"Oh, yeah? What do you think they want?"

Delaney shrugged and tugged on a silver pipe that looked like something that would stick out the back of a washing machine. "Depends on who they are."

"They're a bunch of psycho killer, hillbilly rednecks. If you ask me, they are looking for love in all the wrong places."

Delaney smirked at Alvin's description and continued to pull on the pipe as hard as she could possible. She could hear it creaking and pulling above her. 

"What's your name again?" Alvin asked as he watched Delaney try to rip the pipe out of the ceiling.

Delaney grunted as she tugged roughly on the pipe. "I never gave it. I'm Delaney."

"Why don't you give up, Laney. There's no way out."

Delaney flinched at the name. No one called her that, but Will. He was pretty much the only person she let call her that name. Her Dad also used it on the occasion but that she typically blocked out of her head. "Don't... call me... Laney." With one last rough tug, the pipe came out of the ceiling and metal hit the ground outside her cage and a piece falling into her cage.

Delaney bent down to pick it up and showed it to Alvin. "It's a bracket."

"Oh thank God - a bracket!" Alvin sarcastically cheered. "Now we got them, huh?"

Suddenly the buzzers on Alvin's cage sounded and his door opened slightly. Alvin and Delaney exchanged a look with each other.

"Must have been a short," Alvin suggested and rushed to his feet, pushing the door open further. "You must have knocked something loose, kid."

Delaney cautiously looked from Alvin standing outside of his cage to the door the hooded figures walked through a bit ago. "Uh... I would get back in there, Jenkins."

"What?" Alvin asked in disbelief. 

Delaney slowly shook her head, an uneasy feeling setting in her stomach. "This just doesn't seem right to me."

"Don't you want to get out of here?" Alvin argued, looking around them. 

"Of course I do, but that was way too easy. I don't like it," Delaney expressed, watching as Alvin inched his way towards the exit.

"I'm gonna get out of here. I'm gonna send help, okay?"

Delaney frantically shook her head and gripped onto the wall of her cage, trying desperately for the man to get back in his cage. "No. I'm serious. Jenkins, this might be a trap."

"Bye, Laney."

"Jenkins!" Delaney yelled as Alvin rushed out the door and banged her forehead softly against the side of the cage. "Dammit!"

Delaney leaned back against the wall again and buried her face in her hands. Why couldn't Jenkins just listen to her? The fact she was able to pull that pipe out of the ceiling and then one of their cages magically opening was just not right. It didn't make sense to her at all. She been around this kind of thing for way too long now to not see the signs of this going sideways.

As if the universe heard her thoughts, Jenkins screams suddenly rang out outside and Delaney gasped, removing her hands from her face and looking up at the ceiling as if she'd be able to see Jenkins and what was happening. Part of her felt horrible, but the other more sarcastic part of her practically screamed TOLD YOU SO! at Jenkins as his screams continued.

Delaney's attention diverted to the door where one of the hooded figures walked in, a woman draped in his arms as he walked over to the cage that Jenkins currently occupied. They laid her down on the ground and walked out of the room again after making sure both cages were locked. She looked like a cop and Delaney double checked the room to make sure her brothers had come also, but it was just her. 

After a few minutes, the cop woman groaned quietly and rubbed the side of her head as she pushed herself up to a sitting position, much like Jenkins had.

"Are you okay, officer?" Delaney asked once she gave the woman long enough to take in her surroundings.

The woman looked over to her and a flicker of recognition flashed across her face as she took in Delaney across from her. "You're Delaney Winchester, aren't you?"

Delaney stared at the woman in confusion. How did this woman know who she was? She'd never seen her before. "Uh, yes? How do you know that?"

"Your, uh... your older cousins are looking for you," the woman explained and it took Delaney half a second to realize she was talking about Sam and Dean. 

"Do you know where they are?" Delaney asked, relief flooding her at the knowledge of her brothers still being alive.

The woman held her throbbing head as she leaned against her cage wall. "Oh, they, uh... I cuffed them to my car."

The sound of the door creaking open cut their conversation off. The sound of feet crunching against the hay on the ground echoed around the room and Delaney's heart picked up at the thought of having to see those damned hooded figures again.

"Della?"

Delaney gasped at the familiar voice of Dean and scrambled to her feet just as her brothers rounded to the front of her cage, stood in between her and the cop woman's cages. "Oh my God."

"Are you hurt?" Sam asked as he took in the sight of his little sister who didn't look she had any scratches on her thankfully.

Delaney shook her head and her whole body itched with the urge to hug her brothers, but she couldn't trapped inside this cage. She never thought she would be so happy to see her older brothers in her life. Honestly, if Dean were to go off on a lecture about her never being able to go anywhere without him or Sam again she would gladly listen to every single word he spoke. That's how happy she was to see them because Dean's lectures could go on for hours.

Dean slammed his hand against Delaney's cage and a smile spread across his face. "It's so good to see you, baby girl."

The sappy sibling reunion was cut off when the cop woman cleared her throat. "How did you get out of the cuffs?"

"We know a trick or two," Sam responded nonchalantly with a shrug.

Dean inspected the outside of Delaney's cage and froze when he saw the lock mechanism on the cages. "These locks like they're gonna be a bitch."

"There's some kind of automatic control right there," Delaney informed, pointing to the fuze box on the pillar behind Dean.

"Have you seen these guys?" Sam questioned as Dean made his way over to the box.

Delaney chuckled humorlessly with a slight nod. "Yeah, dude, they're just people."

"And they jumped you? Thought you were tougher than that, Della," Dean mused from the fuze box and Delaney shot him a glare.

"Do you know what they want, kid?" Sam asked, watching as Dean fiddled with the box.

Delaney sighed and ran a hand through her hair which felt disgusting at this point and she desperately wanted to shower. "I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but I think that was just some kind of trap. Doesn't make any sense to me."

Dean pushed random buttons on the box, but none of them seemed to work for him. "Well, that's the point, you know with our - our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. With people... they're just crazy." He huffed when all the buttons seemed to do shit for him and slammed the door closed.

"Did you guys see anything out there?" Delaney inquired, glancing between her brothers.

"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over," Dean explained as he scanned the room for something to let his baby sister and the cop out of their cages. "I'm thinking when they take someone, they take their car."

"Did you see a black Mustang out there, about ten years old?" the cop woman asked, looking up at Dean with hope in her eyes.

Dean stopped his current task of scanning the area and his eyes landed on the woman, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Yeah, actually, we did. Why?" He seemed to read the into the woman's expression and he deflated slightly. "Your brother's car. I'm sorry."

Delaney frowned at the thought of the woman's brother being taken as well. He wasn't anywhere in this room so Delaney could only imagine the worst possibly scenarios.

"Alright, let's get you guys out of here so we can take care of those guys out there," Sam announced as he helped Dean look for a way to break the girls out. "You've seen a key for these cages, Delly?"

"Uh, no not that I've seen. They've only ever used the box over there so..."

"We better go find that key then," Dean said to Sam who nodded and followed after Dean towards the door.

Delaney called after her brothers to be careful and they both promised her they would before the disappeared from sight. She let out a long breath she hadn't realized she had been holding and relaxed back against the cage wall again. It'd probably take her brothers a few minutes to find where the keys are so might as well be comfortable for a little while longer.

It was quiet between her and the cop woman. The two not knowing what to say to the other and the cop woman still seemed like she was trying to wrap her head around what was going and the fact her brother was really dead. Delaney just hoped her brothers came back quick because she didn't want to spend another minute in this cage. If she never saw another cage again it would be too damn soon.

The door opened and in walked one of the hooded figures, but they didn't wear their hood any longer. Just jeans, a trucker hat, vest with a flannel and t-shirt underneath, and some boots. Yeah they were definitely in the country. He walked over to the fuze box and turned the key inside the keyhole on the bottom.

Delaney's eyes widened and pushed herself to the far back of her cage as hers unlocked. "What are you doing?" She noticed the shotgun in his hand and to say fear shot through would be an absolute understatement. Delaney didn't even think there was a word to describe it as the thought of dying flashed through her mind. She was a strong girl, but even the strongest person would cower at the face of death.

Delaney looked down and saw a piece of metal with a sharp nail sticking out of it on the floor by her feet. If she could hit him in time, she could disable him and escape with the cop across from her. The cop seemed to see what she was doing and nodded that she would help distract him. As the man opened the cage, the cop yelled at him to look at her. He spun to look at her and Delaney attacked him from behind, tackling him to the ground as she straddled the top of him.

The notes both Sam and Dean had given to her on how to fight when she was younger and the self-defense class she took with Will flashed through her head as she hit the guy in the most vulnerable places like his groin, his nose, his eyes and just about anywhere really that she could hit out of anger and desperation. She finally got the gun out of his hands and hit him upside the with it, knocking him out.

Delaney stood up to her feet and glared down at the guy, resisting the urge to just shoot him in the head and end his life for all the lives he took. She fiddled with the shot gun but cursed when she realized hitting him over the head broke it. So now it was useless to her, even if she wanted to kill him. She threw the gun to the side with a huff and walked over to the fuse box, unlocking the cop's cage.

"Come on. We gotta get out of here," Delaney said to the cop and helped her step out of the cage. She rushed over to the man and pulled him back into the cage she originally occupied and non ceremoniously dropped him to the ground. Once she stepped out of it, she closed it and nodded to the cop woman to lock it so he couldn't escape if he were to wake up before they could get out.

The two girls quietly crept out of the room and split up. Delaney rushed up the ladder and hid behind a stack of hay on the ledge above the barn. The cop woman rushed around the bottom floor of the barn to hide and try to attack when the others came. 

The other men from the house that rushed in when their cries for the man - who they now knew was named Lee - went unheard since Lee was knocked out in the cage. Delaney tilted her head as an older man and a guy who looked to be around Dean's age - if not a bit older - looked around the barn with their shot guns raised. 

So this was a family thing? Most families had hobbies, but none as psychotic and messed up as this. Usually it was a family game night or annual monthly trips to an amusement park. These people needed some serious mental help.

Delaney watched as the older man - who she assumed to be the father - climbed his way up the ladder and looked around him for Delaney. She peeked out from behind the barrel and quickly ducked when she heard the shotgun go off. The bullet hit the wall behind her and she cursed before rushing off in the opposite direction of the father while the cop woman dropped down onto the son from the top of the wooden armoire in the corner of the bottom floor. 

The cop woman was rammed into the pillar behind her and the son and grunted softly as she dropped to the ground. Delaney sprung into action when she saw the son hold the gun up to the cop. She dropped down to the ground like a superhero and thanked her lucky stars that she didn't roll her ankles when she landed perfectly on the ground. Thank you cheerleading.

"Hey!" She yelled to the son as she approached them and he turned around with the gun pointed at her. Delaney dropped to the ground as the son went to push the trigger and the shot wound up hitting his father behind him right in the chest. 

While the son stared in horror at what he had done, Delaney appeared from the side and elbowed him in the side of the head. She grabbed the gun and brought it up to hit him in the face, which caused him to the drop the gun in pain. She jammed it into the side of his head like she had done to his brother and panted softly as she tried to catch her breath. Jesus, she needed to work out more.

Delaney turned to check on the cop but she assured her she was fine as she stood to her feet. She handed the cop the shot gun and motioned for her to hold it at the father while she dragged the son back to the room where the cages were. Just like his brother, she tossed him inside and locked it behind her on the way back over to the cop.

"I'll watch this one. You go ahead," the cop assured Delaney as the man stirred on the ground. "Go, I'm serious."

Delaney rushed up to the house and burst through the front door. "Dean? Sam?" She yelled and froze when she saw the two boys tied to chairs in the living room to her left. The little girl stood in front of them slowly turned and Delaney raised an eyebrow at her. The girl tried to rush at her with a knife but Delaney quickly grabbed her hand and twisted it, so the knife dropped out of her hand as she cried in pain.

Delaney knocked her head like she had to her brothers and father, dumping into her the closet to the left and blocked it closed behind her with a heavy bookcase.

"Remind me never to piss you off," Dean teased with a quiet groan.

Delaney rushed over to her brothers and inspected the wounds on their heads, blood dripping down the side of their faces. Two burn marks were branded into their shoulders, but other than that the two boys thankfully looked alright. She made quick work of untying her brothers and hugged them tightly once they were free.

"It's so good to see you alive, baby girl," Dean whispered, pressing kisses into her hair multiple times, just about squeezing the life out of her. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

Delaney ignored the crushing feeling Dean was currently giving her and just enjoyed the feeling of being able to hug him again, burying her face in his chest. Sam wrapped his arms around her from behind and she was squished between her two brothers who kept whispering how thankful they were that they had gotten to her in time. She wanted to tell them she was pretty much the one that got herself out, but she'll let them have this one.

After a few moments, the siblings eventually untangled themselves from each other and made their way outside of the house while the cop walked over to them from the barn. "Hey, where's the girl?"

"Locked in the closet," Dean explained. "What about the dad?"

The cop rolled her lips into her mouth as she looked between the siblings in front of her. "Um... shot him?" She excused herself to find her police shirt and jacket from the house before walking out a few minutes later, having found them thrown in the kitchen.

"I think the car's back at the police station," Dean mumbled to his siblings as they walked back with the cop - who Delaney now knew was named Kathleen thanks to her badge - and Kathleen spoke quietly into her radio.

"So," Kathleen spoke up, causing the three to turn and look at her. "The state police and FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna want to talk to you. I suggest that you're long gone by then."

Dean gave her an appreciative nod. "Uh... thanks. Listen, I don't want to push my luck but we're kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?"

"Start walking," Kathleen replied, having no sympathy the three had to trek all the way back to town. "Duck if you see a squad car."

Before Dean could argue, Sam gave Kathleen a tight lipped smile. "Sounds great. Thanks, Kathleen."

Delaney gave Kathleen a small wave goodbye before she began to walk with Sam.

"Listen, Kathleen..." Dean trailed off as his two siblings stopped walking and looked to him in confusion. Not even beginning to know what their brother was going to say to her. "Sorry about your brother."

Kathleen licked her lips and forced a smile onto her face. "Thank you. It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but..." She looked to the side while she fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. "It isn't really."

Delaney frowned when she heard the woman sniffle and swipe under her nose.

"Anyway, you should go," Kathleen said and turned away from the siblings.

The siblings walked together, Delaney in between her brothers as they both walked close to her. She definitely did not expect to be out of either one of their sights ever again after this whole situation. She'll be lucky if she can go to the bathroom without either one of them holding her hand. Even right now she could see Dean itching to hold her hand like she was four years old again and he or Sam would hold her hand whenever they were out.

"Do not ever do that again," Dean ordered after a long silence lingered between the siblings.

Delaney looked up at her brother and laughed lightly. "Do what exactly?"

"Go missing like that," Sam informed for Dean and Delaney was a little shocked that Sam actually sounded authoritative. Usually it was him and her against Dean. Now it was him and Dean against her. Today was honestly the weirdest day of her life and a few months ago she was told there were actual monsters that lingered in the dark so she should be afraid of the dark. 

Delaney scoffed and stuffed her hands into her jacket. "Sure, I'll make sure to tell my kidnappers next time that my two big brothers said I'm not allowed to go missing again. So that they aren't allowed to take me and should take someone else."

"This isn't funny, Delaney," Dean huffed.

Delaney grinned at her two brother as they glared unamusedly at her joke. She cooed and pinched both their cheeks, to which they both slapped her hand away harshly. "Awwww, you guys missed and worried about me. How cute."

"Listen, Delaney," Dean snapped and Delaney rose an amused eyebrow at her brother. "You vanish like that again, I'm not gonna look for you."

"Ha, yeah, and I'm the Queen of England, Dean," Delaney remarked and earned a laugh from Sam. She smirked and licked her lips as she wiggled her eyebrows at her brother. "So how is it that you guys got sidelined by a 13-year-old girl when I tackled two grown men?"

"Shut up," Sam and Dean groaned in unison, pushing their baby sister lightly from both sides.

Delaney held up her hands in defense with a shrug. "Just saying, thought you guys were tougher than that."

"Now I'm definitely not coming for your ass," Dean grumbled.

Delaney giggled softly and enjoyed the rest of the quiet walk back to town. Leave it to the Winchesters to make a joke out of even the toughest situations.

authors note

Hi hey hello!

This is the first episode in a WHILE that I actually did the whole episode in one chapter. The episode was split between both Dean and Sam trying to find Delaney with the cop and Delaney being stuck in the cage. This mostly revolves around Delaney so it didn't make sense to me to do both sides when I just really needed Delaney and what was going on with her trying to get out/waiting for her brothers to come to her rescue. 

Our girl Delaney fighting off grown men like the badass chick we all know her to be is my new aesthetic and I am LIVING for it, okay? I love my badass baby girl and she means the world to me (no joke, she's my fave OC okay? bye).

We are officially down to the last six episodes (16 through 22) of Season One, guys! EXTREMELY excited for Episode 16 because not only do I get to bring Mr. Mason Masters back, but I am ALMOST certain John is mentioned a couple times in this one SO MORE FAMILY DRAMA WHEEEEE!!!!! 

ALSO, I WAS THINKING OF DOING A BUNCH OF THE SEASONS FOR THIS STORY INSTEAD OF STOPPING AT SEASON THREE LIKE I ORIGINALLY PLANNED - THIS MEANS YOU'D GET MORE THAN JUST THREE BOOKS PEOPLE!!!!!!

I REALLY WANT TO WRITE SOULLESS DELANEY AND ALL THE FUN STUFF FROM THE MID-SEASONS! SO IF YOU GUYS WOULD DEFINITELY WANT TO SEE THIS SERIES GO FURTHER (I'D EVEN DO EVERY SEASON TBH AND JUST REWRITE THE WHLE OF SPN WITH DELANEY IN IT). I REALLY WOULD LOVE TO WRITE DELANEY INTO SEASONS 4 THROUGH 6 FOR SURE! DEFINITELY COMMENT HERE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT!!!