----*sleeping beauty has awoken; (Chey Winchester)

[Trent Timothy Maddox]

What is it with Winchesters everywhere it was as if they were coming out of the woodwork? They all needed to be taking out one by one. He had been stalking the Winchesters, and how cute they have a little girl. He was going to start with her and torture her slowly… The guys were off on a hunt so it was a perfect time to strike. Lisa seemed to be getting ready for bed, and the daughter was somewhere in the House. Trent found and open window and quietly slipped in behind Lisa. Pinning her against the wall, covering her mouth so she couldn’t say anything at all…crushing her hand, while he whispered in her ear telling her that she has to tell her husband and her sons a message and if she doesn’t he will come back and kill her. Trent had whispered the message, and then smacked her across the face making her fall to the ground, pulling out a pair of handcuffs he cuffed her hand to that was in the room. “You be quiet or I will slit your throat right here and leave a message in your blood for your husband.” Trey spat, and set off to find the daughter.

He had walked out of the room he left Lisa in, and had searched out the girl he had been as quiet as he could trying to sneak up on her reading some magazine… She had to have heard him, because she pulled a knife on him, and tried to take him out. She got in a few hits, she was good, but not good enough he had knocked the knife out of her hands, and before she could grab anything else, he slapped her hard to push her back and picked up the knife. “Tut, tut sweetheart do you think this would work on me?” He had lunched at her slamming her face first against the wall. Placing the knife against her throat. “Try anything funny, and I will slit your throat then I will kill your mother. Its time to say bye bye…” He said pushing her to move, and bringing her to see her mother. “I am taking the girl you tell your boys what I told you.” He pushed Chey to the floor knife still at her throat and used her free hand to get the chloroform out of his bag. “Try anything funny and your mother is dead remember that.” He was serious you could tell in his tone he wasn’t kidding. If she tried anything, they would find her in pieces.

He had told Chey to say good-bye, and then had placed the rag over her face, and tied her up with the rope he had… Leaving Lisa the phone to call her husband or sons. He had picked shay up and headed out the front door being careful that no one seen him. He popped his trunk, stuck her in there, and drove off until he found the abandoned coffee shop , where he had set things up earlier. He had been plotting this out for days; He had taken her out of the trunk she was still knocked out cold, He tied Chey in the chair and just waited for her to wake up. “Well, well well. Look it looks like sleeping beauty is awake. Now, what am I to do with you?"He asked tapping his fingers on the table he was standing by with loads of torture tools.
“ What am I going to do with you?” He repeated softly… “Would you like a drink, princess?” He asked…"You are much prettier then your mother, almost a shame that I have to kill you.”. He said eying her all over. “ Tell me about your brothers.” it was almost as if he commanded it, but would she answer.

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chevrolet Mary Jo Winchester wasn’t your ordinary twenty one year old girl. Whether that was because she was a Winchester, because she was one of the most independent and stubborn people you would ever meet, or it could just simply be everything Chey had been through in the past twenty one years. It was a lot for anyone really. There had been single years where Chey had gone through more in 12 months than most would go through in their lives. Since Chey had been back from university her life had been… well it hadn’t been right. Something had been seriously missing. Be it her big brother Ryder, or just that spirit her family had. Even when times were hard, they were family. But now it was like their family were broken. More than ever Chey wanted to be a part of the family business, she wanted to be a hunter, but more than anything she wanted to fix her family.

It had been just your average day. Chey’s father, Dean, had been trying to get hold of her grandpa Bobby but when he hadn’t been able to get hold of him for 2 days he worried. Her dad and Ben had packed up and headed down there like it was a hunt, clearly thinking the worst. But when Chey asked to go with, Ben had shot her a look that basically said ‘like that’s going to happen’. So she was stuck at home. She’d tried sitting at the computer to try and help but not having a clue what you were looking at made that hard. So in the end she gave up and grabbed a magazine, curling up on the couch and hoping she could at least get through it. Eurgh, Cosmo.. Another desperate attempt to get her to be more of a girl and less of a little huntress.

Chey had been reading when she suddenly heard someone coming up behind her. She stopped immediately, lifting herself off the couch to see the man that was inside her house uninvited. The Winchesters were a hit first, ask questions later family so that’s what she did, grabbing a knife and holding it to him but he took it off her. She was a good hunter and she probably could have got some more hits in but as soon as this guy mentioned her mother, Chey froze. She’d rather die than let something happen to her mother so she let herself be taken to where her mother was, mouthing an ‘I LOVE YOU’ before suddenly the world went black.

When Chey awoke she’d looked around the coffee shop she was in. It was dank and dark and frankly disgusting. As she adjusted she heard his voice echo through the fuzz in her brain. He called her sleeping beauty and asked what he was going to do with her. It was then that Chey laid her eyes upon him and noticed the weapons laid behind him. She tried to struggle but her arms were stuck, tied to a chair. He’d asked her if she wanted a drink, calling her princess. She shook her head slowly, she wasn’t that stupid. He then made a comment about her being prettier than her mom. Chey glared at him. “Funny that, most people say I look a lot like her.. Got my daddy’s eyes but my mother’s looks.” She said almost like this was a normal conversation they were having.

Then she was asked about her brothers. If nothing else, Chey was hella protective over her brothers. It may be bizarre considering she was the youngest and the girl but she hated the idea of anyone hurting or hunting them. Did he really think Chey was going to give him anything he could use on them. “My brothers? Well.. Ben’s a Taurus and Ryder’s a Scorpio…… OH That’s not what you meant is it??? Sorry.. Ben’s a a jerk and Ryder… is totally messed up.. Don’t even get to talk to him anymore… Better??”

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[Trent Timothy Maddox]

Trey was slowly picking off the Winchester Clan he would have killed Lisa, but he wanted them to get the message that was to swing their way that he is the one that has killed bobby, and the same killer has their little girl. He wondered how long it would be before they come looking for her. He is held up with her in and old musty dinner that had been abandon for years now. He could have had her held up in a ditch somewhere in a glass box. Let her air run out slowly until she suffocates. At least it wouldn’t ruin her pretty little face! She seemed to struggle a little trying to get out of the chair. Trent tutted and shook his head.

“So not going to work there princess.” he was waiting to see if she would snap at him for calling her princess. He had told her she was prettier then her mother and she retorted that most say she looks like her and has her daddy’s eyes. “No you are far prettier.” He said with a sly smirk. Pondering what he was going to do with her it would be a shame to kill such a pretty face. It was almost like a normal conversation for a while. She didn’t want anything to drink. Therefore, she would just have to suffer. He had asked her about her brothers only to get a bit of sass from her telling him their signs. That isn’t what he wanted to know. She apparently knew that and wasn’t giving him anything on them really.

Chey, had told him how Ben is a Jerk and Ryder is messed up. Well then, maybe that little Winchesters head won’t be in the game and he can find way to pick at him and mentally break him down to nothing, before he kills him. Trey liked the idea of that; a sly happy smirk approached his lips. ” Yes, much better thank you. How is your dear old dad doing is he getting to be slow and old. Old men just aren’t like they used to be. How is Dear old Bobby still hanging around?” it is a little bit of a clue what happened to Bobby, but would this little Winchester be smart enough to figure it out? Trey sat there eyeing her cracking his knuckles before picking up an knife and playing with it.

“ So tell me Miss. Winchester how long do you think it will be before your daddy comes knocking looking for you?” Trent was playing nice now, but if she get really mouthy well then he will just have to slap her around and drug her up. “We can make this go smoothly or painful. It is your choice.” He had said digging the knife into the table top. Just doodling random things with it as he waited.. He wanted her brothers and father dead first really. He wanted to break her and make her beg to kill her too like he planned to break down the one who is messed up. Their father would be first. He has a ticket in hell waiting for him or so he heard, but doesn’t know if that is true. He just had to see what this little Winchester has to say.

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey didn't like this guy and it wasn't because he'd kidnapped her, that was a duh reason to dislike someone. But the way he spoke her her. He was slimy and creepy. Princess? Really? Even in Kindergarten anyone that called her anything of the sorts would have got an ass kicking.. or okay.. shoved into the sand box. Its the same thing at that age. But the nickname was really annoying her. If she wasn't tied to a chair she would probably resort to beating the crap out of him. She'd only barely put up with it from her closest friends. This guy.She hated him calling her Princess. She hated him calling her pretty. Simply put, she just hated him.

When Trey told Chey her second lot of information was better she suddenly gulped. Had she just given him something he could use?? CRAP!!! That was not the point!!! Then he asked about her dad. That was a sure fire way to wind her up. She was so annoyed she even almost missed the part about Bobby. "You don't talk about my dad. You don't have the right! You can tal....... Wait..." His words suddenly registered. "Wait.. What... Why would you bring up........ OH MY GOD..! What happened to Bobby?? WHAT DID YOU DO??" Chey growled as she struggled against the ropes holding her. She really wanted to kill him right now.

Trey asked Chey how long it would be till daddy came looking for her and she shrugged. She really didn't now. She was hoping SOON but she didn't KNOW! She squinted and shuddered as the knife dug into the table, scraping and filling the room with a god awful sound. He'd told her this could go smoothly and painfully and that was her choice. She hadn't known quite what to say but eventually she plucked up the courage to come out with "Why do I get the feeling either way its going to be painful?"

[Trent Timothy Maddox]

It will be fun for him to get under this little Winchesters skin, and break her. Added bonus to attacking the Winchester girl is she knows Karlieann Rhys - Damara. He was going to have fun with this. Every now and again, he would see her struggle to try to get out of that chair. She can keep dreaming he secured her well. He knows how these hunters could be. She did give him some info that he could use, but now he just had to wait for her daddy to get here so he could take out the infamous Dean Winchester. He has a ticket to hell, he wants to be the one to bring him there, and he could take his children along for the ride. It made Trent smirk at the thought of that.

She had snapped at him saying that he hadn’t the right to talk about her father. He just rolled his eyes at her in a yeah like that is a threat coming from a girl tied to a chair kind of way. What is she going to do? Finally, it seemed to dawn on her what he had said about Bobby. She was growling at him, and struggling against them ropes some more as if she was trying to lunge at him to kill him. It was rather sexy in a way…Evil laughter rang threw the dirty old dinner. “Took you long enough to hear them words, not the fastest Winchester in the bunch are you. Perhaps you are so wrapped up with your daddy to care about anyone else… Are you sure you want to hear about deal old bobby.” he said pausing for a moment for the effect.

“I don’t know if I should tell you. I don’t think you can stomach it.” he said smirking and pondering how much he should make her squirm. “One thing is certain you can say goodbye. He was the first on the list of Winchester gang to how should I put it. “ he said with a hmmmmm “Bite the Dust. He isn’t very much fun. He got slow in his old age. It’s a shame. I could have used more of a challenge. I am sure your daddy will find him hanging around. I look forward to meeting your father.” Chey didn’t know how long it was going to be for him to get there, and asked how she wanted to do this. It could go smoothly or painfully. She thought it was going to be painful anyway.

“Because you don’t think demons have a heart. We do you know. The fella trapped in here was a real sweet boy I think you would have liked him.” Trent really was trying to mess with her head a little. He continues to dig his knife into table. He wasn’t going to hurt of damage her just yet. He wanted her daddy to see it. “Has your uncle been about?” she probably wouldn’t say anything now after the insults he had thrown at her and well what he did to Bobby. He just likes to ramble on because he loves how he sounds.

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