Chapter 19

KYLEE POV

I began to shake. So much blood was lost, and I couldn't move anymore. It was like I had some sort of paralyzing acid inside my body. I could feel it burning throughout my veins. Crowley found my weakness. His own blood. So, he bled for a few hours, just so he could give me certain doses every time he came inside this wretched room.

Crowley burst through the doors, a smirk on his face, and a needle in his hand. He wore the same thing he was every other time he came in here. The apron , and his suit. He grabbed a needle from the table next to my own, "Are you going to tell me yet?"

"No." I choked out. I had no way to tell how long I was in here, or what time of day it was. No windows made that part hard. All it seemed to be was hours upon hours of torture.

Crowley moved my neck to the side, and pushed the needle inside my carotid artery. Best way to an instant bloodstream. When he pulled the needle away, he smirked. My vision became blurry, and I couldn't stay awake any longer.

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SAM POV

It'd been three months since Kylee's leave, and four since Dean's. I was alone. I didn't want to be, but I had no other choice. Castiel was a busy because he was... Gone. And Garth couldn't help at all. He tried, but ended up dying. A demon got out of a trap , and killed him. God, so many people are dead because of me.

I started the new bottle of Jack. I poured shots, downing each one of them. Life seemed so unimportant. I mean, Dean is probably dead, and Kylee is on the verge of death. I'm alone.

But, I could still try and look for someone. A new thought popped in my head. family. Kylee hasn't said anything about hers. Except for her one comment. About 'being six feet under with the rest of her family.' Well, that idea went down the drain.

I pushed my face into my hands after downing another shot.

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KYLEE POV

I woke up, blinking wildly at the bright light above me. I was still in the same position. Restrained on the metal table. Same room, same empty feeling.

"Kylee?" A shaky voice came from the other side of the room. It sounded female, and really tired.

"Who're you?" I grumbled.

The person walked toward me, and with shaky hands, touched my face lightly, "It's me... I- I haven't seen you in, gosh... Too many years to count... Since you were maybe 7."

Realization hit, "Mom... How are you-"

The woman now with gray blonde roots looked at me, a tear dripping down her face, "Alive? Well, I never died. I left. I made the mistake because I knew your father could raise you better than I could. But, you're in the life I never wanted you in."

My mother seemed so frail. From the pictures that were taken years back, she was thinner, and smaller. Her hair was braided and reached the small if her back. She wore tattered and bloody clothing, but had no scratch on her.

My voice came out rough, and strained, "Why are you here?"

"Crowley took me because he thought I had the sword."

I nodded, "Why are you here, though?"

She sighed, "Because. After this, I won't be living another day. I'm sorry that this is the only way I would get to see you, but it's not my fault. I promise you. You'll see me again. And not in hell."

Just then, Crowley walked in. He had a HellHound next to him. The giant demon dog was panting, and ready for its food. Sadly it was my mother. I let out a small whimper.

"I love you, baby. Never forget it." She kissed my forehead. I could feel her fear seeping through her pores.

"NO!" I screamed.

"Sick 'Em, boy." Crowley patted the dog.

I heard it's unnatural growl, and claws against the cement floor. I whimpered again , "Crowley, please don't. Please."

"Too bad, Moose. It's a done deal. A deal is a deal, after all."

The dog jumped at my mother. She screamed, receiving four claw marks going down her chest. I screamed, a rough noise coming out of my mouth. My mother's screams filled the room. Everything turned slow motion, as she began to fade. I struggled against the restraints , and Crowley just stood there, a smug smile on his face. The hellhound still scratched at my mother. He clothes were ripped and bloodied. Her eyes remained open, and I was crying.

"NO! No,no," I screamed.

I saw the hound leave the wrangled body, and sit beside Crowley. Tears streamed down my face , and Crowley still had a smile on his face.

"Are you ready to answer some questions?"

I refused to speak. I became mute. I didn't want to talk. I couldn't even bring myself to open my mouth unless it was to make silent screams and try and catch my breath. Crowley seemed fed up. So, he injected me with his blood, and I was passed out.

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THIRD PERSON POV

Since Crowley couldn't get anything out of tattered Kylee, he'd injected her with his poisonous blood. He unlocked her from her table, and brought a demon to take her to the hospital. If she wouldn't talk, she'd be put in a psychiatric ward. Known as a mute, or a Jane Doe. Unknown patient.

"Take her to the hospital just in town. Make sure she's put in the psych ward," Crowley stated.

His minion nodded, and took Kylee where he was told.

They had no problem fixing her leg up as well as they could. She'd have to walk on crutches as long as two months. That was if she'd still be alive. She lost so much blood, and required a blood transfusion. And then? She was sent up to the psych ward. From there, she didn't answer questions, she didn't talk, she did nothing.

She did sit in the window of her room everyday. She had a book. Another mute patient had given it to her the first week in the stay. It was titled, "Ishmael," by Daniel Quinn. It was a short book, and Kylee breezed through it. re- reading it.

Over the first six months of her stay, she sat alone in her room. The food was brought at the same time every day, and every once in awhile, a nurse would bring her a new book. By the end of the year, she'd had a whole bookshelf to herself.

Now, Kylee sat in the windowsill and touched the pendant that hung loosely between her collar bones. It was the sword she'd kept from Crowley the whole time she was there. He hadn't a clue about the whereabouts of the necklace.

Which , for Kylee, was good.

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SAM POV

Dean was back. It's been a whole year since he was in Purgatory. He told me the whole story. He only got out because humans weren't supposed to be there. So, there was this portal that got him out.

"So, where's kylee?" He asked, drying his hair with a towel.

"I don't know," I looked down at my laptop. We were looking for cases.

"So... What? She just up and left?"

"No, Dean. While you were gone, we found the sword. Crowley took her, and when we found Crowley's hideout, she wasn't there," I grumbled.

"Hmm." Dean made the noise of being happy. I guess he never really did like Kylee... Well, I gave up looking . It'd been seven months since her disappearance.

"Found a case," I read over the article, "'Psych ward in Denver Health Hospital has 'Ghosts'." I read the article to Dean, and he seemed interested enough.

We packed our bags from our new found 'Bat Cave.'

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A/N: So, I changed up the story a little. I don't know if I'll include Amelia in it and create a whole dramatic bow out between Sammy and Kylee... Leave suggestions, maybe?

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~Mae

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