“You’ll never touch them,” snarled Dean through gritted teeth.
“Then we won’t bother to torture the information out of you,” said the same voice from earlier. Suddenly the man pressed a knife hard onto the side of Dean’s throat causing him to gasp. Dean gritted his teeth, his breathing heavy and uneven as he tried desperately to suppress the pain the man caused him.
“What do you want?” asked Dean quietly as he glanced up at both men before glancing down at the knife still pressed deep into his skin, threatening to draw blood. He winced slightly.
“Just what we want. Your girlfriend.”
Charlie blinked rapidly as she watched Dean, Sam, and the other woman walk into the building. The three of them exchanged glances, worry filling every single one of their faces. ‘They must be worried sick’
