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Half-Hearted Promises	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: 1 through F > 1-800-MISSING Views: 50 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or it's characters, I only own the plot and my OCS thank you.

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Sam sat on the hotel bed at 11:30 pm. He looked up from his laptop to see Dean lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Desirey watched TV on the couch, seemingly half asleep.
"Should we go now?" Dean checked the time. "If the demon was going to attack Brooke, it would have done it by now. You'd sense something if it was."
Sam considered it. "I don't know. Maybe we should." He paused. "I'll check my phone for messages." He found none and bit his lip.
"Maybe you should call Brooke," Desirey suggested. "It'll ease your mind."
Sam nodded and took out his phone to call Brooke. "That sounds like a good idea," he said, dialing Brooke's number and raising the phone to his ear as it began to ring.
Dean and Desirey glanced at him, waiting for him to finish his call. Dean watched his brother's face turn to concern as he pulled the phone away from his ear. "No answer?" Desirey asked.
Sam shook his head. "No," he said.
Dean frowned. "Maybe try again," he suggested, thinking Brooke might have been busy to answer the first time.
The younger brother nodded and tried a few more times but got nothing. "Nothing," he said and closed his eyes as he felt a headache coming on. A vision flashed through his mind.
Dean watched his brother with worry etched in his features. He knew Sam was likely experiencing a vision.
"Sam?" Desirey tried to get Sam's attention, but the brunette man ignored her, concentrating on the vision.
Dean watched anxiously as Sam's eyes flickered open. "What is it? A vision?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
"It was Brooke. The demon," Sam replied, his fists clenched.
"It's already too late," a voice announced from the doorway. Dean, Sam, and Desiree turned to see Castiel, an angel clad in a trench coat. "Castiel," Dean acknowledged.
"What brings you here?" Sam questioned, wondering why he was not with Soifon.
Castiel's expression remained impassive. "I came because I sensed a powerful force here. Something has transpired." He paused, his hands in his pockets. "Soifon is occupied. The twins are with Bobby."
Sam nodded. "You felt it too?" he asked, understanding that Castiel had perceived the same event.
"Yes. We must act swiftly. I believe your acquaintance from the restaurant is in peril," Castiel warned.
"We should check on Brooke's place. She's not answering her phone," Dean suggested, believing it was the only way to reach her and potentially warn her of impending danger.
Sam nodded. "Her coworker gave me her address yesterday," he said, retrieving a piece of paper with it written down.
"Good, let's go," Dean said, heading out of the hotel.
"What about Ms. Desirey?" Castiel asked. "We can't take her with us."
"I'm coming," Desirey interjected, looking at the three men. "It'll be safer," she said, wanting to make sure Brooke was safe.
"She can join us. Who knows what could happen if she's left alone," Dean agreed.
Sam nodded, leading the way to Dean's car. Castiel, Dean, and Desirey followed.
"This demon exudes power, but I sense something familiar about it," Castiel remarked.
Sam looked at him, concern etched on his face. "How so?" he asked.
"I cannot say, but I believe we shall discover the truth soon enough," Castiel replied.
( Brooke & Axel)
A groan escaped her lips as she began to wake up, her head pounding and her arms burning with pain. "Wake up." Brooke heard Axel demand, his slap causing her hazel eyes to flutter open.
Brooke shook her head to clear her blurry vision. She swallowed hard when she saw Axel looming over her, a smirk on his face. "Good to see you finally awake," he said, running his hand along her cheek. "I didn't realize humans could be so indolent."
The brunette shook her head, pushing Axel's hand away. "Let me go!" she demanded, her glare meeting his dark eyes. "I don't think so," he replied, removing his hand. "As I mentioned before, you're going to be my wife."
"I will never marry you, especially not someone like you," Brooke declared. She struggled to pull away, but she realized she was chained to the pole she was leaning against.
A laugh escaped Axel's lips. "Oh, but you will," he stated, backhanding her across the face.
Brooke yelped when the back of his hand connected to her cheek, she shook her head as she stared at him, she opened her mouth to say something but Axel wrapped his hand around her neck.
" You'll be my wife if you like it or not." Axel said with a grin, " Be lucky I let you live this long," he taunted, " I know your just a petty human but your looks make up for it." He said his grip tightened.
" I'm just waiting for our ride to get here and we'll get out of here." He said, he had taken them to an old building just outside of Kansas.
Brooke gasped for air as she stared him in the eyes, " Let me..go." she forced out, trying to move but Axel kept his grip on her neck, " No," Axel said with a chuckle, he stared into her hazel eyes.
As Axel tightened his grip on her neck, the brunette whimpered. "While we wait, I'm going to punish you for hitting me and trying to flee," he declared.
Brooke's mouth hung slightly open as Axel's ruthless grip held her captive. Noticing she could move her leg, she seized the opportunity to fight back.
With a deep breath, she lifted her leg and drove her knee into Axel's groin, forcing him to release his hold and recoil in agony.
Brooke couldn't resist a smirk as she watched Axel writhe in pain. Despite their differences, it seemed that male anatomy remained vulnerable.
"You little bitch," Axel hissed through clenched teeth. "You'll pay for that."
Straightening up as the pain eased, he strode back to her. "You're going to regret that kick," he growled, grabbing another set of chains.
Bending down, he shackled Brooke's legs to the pole. "This will prevent any more kicks," he said, tightening the chains. Then, standing tall, he summoned a black and blue leather whip.
Brooke's eyes widened as she watched the whip, adorned with sharp edges, glitter in the moonlight. "I need to teach you a lesson," Axel said, raising his arm.
"I didn't want to leave marks on your body, but discipline cannot be overlooked," he muttered. With that, he brought the whip crashing down on Brooke's shoulder, eliciting a cry of pain as it cut into her flesh.
Brooke screamed in agony as Axel's whip bit into her skin with every savage strike. "Stop!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse as she fought to suppress her cries.
Axel's eyes gleamed with amusement as he continued the relentless assault. Brooke's body writhed in pain, her whimpers echoing through the air. Blood seeped from her wounds as the whip tore at her flesh.
Tears streamed down Brooke's face as she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to escape the torment. " A few more hits," Axel hissed, his voice carrying a sinister promise as he intensified the force of his blows.
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