Straightjacket Feeling ch. 6

Abbi woke slowly and opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and she felt weak. She looked around and found herself in the same room she had been in before. Slowly she tried to sit up, to no avail. “Abigail,” she heard the familiar voice say. She searched the dark room for the voice. “Abbi,” it whispered again.

“Dean,” she whispered searching for her friend. She saw no one and began to think she was going crazy. “Dean,” she called a bit louder. Abbi tried slowly to sit up and move once more but found her legs still bound to the bed. “Dean,” she whispered frantically. Her shaky voice had never let fear like that show.

“Shh,” he whispered still unseen. “Don’t worry Abbi you’re safe now.” With that she laid back down, still frightened. Her terror increased when she saw a man emerge from the shadows. It was not Dean as she had thought.

“B… Braeden,” she whispered. She tried to get away from him as he walked over and sat on the bed next to her but she could not move. “DEAN,” she screamed.

“Shh,” he whispered placing a finger over her lips. “Abbi, be still,” he whispered to her. Braeden’s cold blue eyes stared down at Abbi. She was shaking and she felt his icy hands rest on her shoulders, ‘calming’ her. “Why are you yelling Abbi,” he asked quietly. “I thought you would be happy to see me.” He smiled at her and brushed her long hair out of her face. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time Abbi.”

Again, she struggled to get away from him. “DEAN,” she screamed. Tears filled her innocent brown eyes.

“Shh Abbi,” he whispered placing his finger over her lips once more. “Stop screaming. I’ll have to make you go to sleep again.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child Braeden,” she shouted. He used to do that all the time and she hated it.

“Abbi, calm yourself.” He stood slowly and looked down at her smiling. “You shouldn’t have left Abbi, you were too sick to go anywhere.” He walked over and stood by the window, leaning against the wall. “The Winchester boys will be here soon enough Abigail,” he said with a slight laugh. “It is of no use to call them. Give them time. Dean must get over your death first.”

Terror seized her. She knew exactly what he meant by that and it terrified her. “Dean,” she whispered. “You little bastard,” she said looking at him. She tried to sit up and was rather successful this time. Her success however was short lived for when she woke she found the room spinning and she fell back on her pillow.


Dean sat at the table of their hotel room studying every inch of his father’s journal. He was searching for anything, references to Abbi, letters from her, anything. He sighed when he found very little. He hadn’t slept in over thirty-six hours. “Well, we know she was in Europe,” he sighed. “According to some of Dad’s entries she was doing almost the same exact thing there that we’re doing here.” He sighed and ran his hand over his face trying to wake up. “There really isn’t much else.”

“We’ll find something Dean,” Sam said comfortingly. He sat down at the table across from Dean and took the journal. “Get some sleep Dean,” he said as he red through it. “I’ll look through here.” Dean was reluctant to sleep but he knew he needed it. He slowly rose and walked over to the bed. He was asleep before he even hit the pillow. Sam looked over at his older brother and laughed. Then he turned his attention to their father’s journal. “Come on Dad, give us something,” he mumbled. After several more hours of searching the journal and online he was able to find out a few helpful things. Dean woke early the next morning. “All right,” Sam said turning to his brother. “I found a letter Abbi sent Dad about a year ago,” he said taking out a small folded up piece of paper. “Abbi was working on a lead in Ireland, a lead on mom Dean,” he said looking up at his brother. She had heard reports of an unexplained fire,” he paused and looked through the letter, “Ummm…,” he paused and reread through it. “There was a fire and a woman died. She talked to one of the kids, he was about,” he paused and looked up at Dean. “He was six and he had a little brother that was little over one.” Dean stared at his brother. “While looking through the scene she met Braeden, a police officer investigating the fire. He had heard from the boy what had happened. The boy claimed that he heard his mother scream and ran out of his room into his little brother’s room. Then he found his mom on the ceiling and the room caught on fire. He picked up his little brother and ran. Ummm,” he paused. “I guess their father had left right after the youngest was born. Anyway, she asked Doyle what he thought of it all and he said that it was plausible. I guess since then they’ve been lookin’ for this thing like we are.”

Dean sat there in amazement for a long time. “Doyle,” he whispered as memories of their childhood came back to him. “There was a firefighter at the house, the night mom died. He gave me his hat. His name was Doyle.” Dean looked up at his brother. “Sam, whoever took Abbi knew about how mom died. Maybe… maybe this Doyle guy knows something about it.” There was a new hope in Dean’s eyes. “What happened to the kids?”

“Doesn’t say. It just says that Abbi came back about a week later to check on them and they were gone,” Sam answered placing the letter back on the table. “It does fit doesn’t it? I mean, the man that called last night definitely had an Irish accent. But, if this Doyle guy had something to do with mom’s death wouldn’t Abbi have known? Why would Abbi have been with him?”

“She probably didn’t know Sam,” Dean answered softly. “The name Doyle is just another name to Abbi, she wasn’t with me when I talked to the firefighter, she was with you and Dad.”

“So what should we do,” Sam asked.

Dean paused and tried to think. “I can call in a few favors; figure out where the call to your cell phone really came from. We should talk to any attendants that were on Abbi’s floor last night; see if they saw anything. After that, all we can do is try to fit pieces together to find her. I don’t think she’s dead Sammy,” he said simply. “I think whoever this guy is; he’s trying to get to us. He’ll keep her alive.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Where was the fire?”

“She doesn’t get much more specific than Cork, Ireland,” Sam answered. He looked at his brother. “Check to see if there was a Braeden Doyle on the police force last year. I can do that now.” Sam opened his laptop and sat there for a few moments. Then he looked over to his brother with a small smile. “Nope,” he said simply. “I looked up information about the fire too. It seems that before that night no one had ever seen this Doyle guy before.”

Dean laughed and Sam looked at him questioningly. “Abbi was always obsessed with what names mean. She told me what Doyle means. It’s just ironic.”

“Why,” Sam asked.

“According to Abbi anyway the name Doyle means ‘dark foreigner’. Fits don’t you think,” he said with a laugh.

Sam laughed and closed the laptop. “Let’s go see if we can find anyone that was working at the hospital last night.” With that, the two brothers got up and headed out the door.

They didn’t get much help from workers at the hospital. Though someone told them that earlier that evening a man had come in looking for Abbi. He told the man what room Abbi was in but then as he was telling Sam and Dean he remembered that he never saw the man leave the room, shortly after that the fire started. Sam and Dean thanked the attendant for the help and went back to Dean’s car. “Well, its obvious that this Braeden Doyle took her the only question now is where,” Sam said leaning against the car.

Almost the instant Sam said that Sam’s cell phone rang. “Hello,” he asked. Sam’s eyes widened as he heard the voice on the other end. His heart raced and he looked as though he would cry. Dean watched in wonder, ready to kill anything that would hurt Abbi or Sam. Sam’s words were faint, almost inaudible. “Jess,” he whispered as he dropped the phone.

Dean caught it as it fell. “Hello,” he said quickly but whoever it was had already hung up. He looked at Sam who seemed to be in shock. “Sammy,” he said shaking his brother. “Sam what is it?”

“Dean,” he said softly. “Whoever… this Doyle guy is… he’s not human.” Dean stared at him for a moment. “I know it was him speaking to me, somewhere in my mind I know Dean. But… the voice… the voice wasn’t his, it was Jess’.”

Dean stared at his brother for a moment and looked down. “Don’t worry Sam,” Dean said placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We’ll get him.” He paused and looked around. “What did he say,” Dean asked.

“He uhh… he said that Abbi was being taken care of and was safe. He said she was sleeping.” Sam paused and leaned against the car again. “He said she would stay asleep until we find her which means he’s drugging her or something. The only problem is we have no idea where she is.”