Dean web searched for H.H. Holmes and found out a few things about him. As Sam, Jo and I, stood at the other end of the table watching Dean as he gathered the info.

"Yup. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing May 7th, 1896," Dean states, looking up from his screen to look at us.

"H.H. Holmes himself," Sam said, loving the moment. "Come on, I mean, what are the odds?"

"Who is this guy?" Jo asked, not sure who this guy really was.

"Well, it is said that Holmes was the first serial killer in America, before anyone knew what a serial killer was," I replied, turning to look a Jo. "But he confessed to 27 murders, but people speculate that the death toll was over a hundred,"

"And his victim flavour of choice:" Dean began, his eyes fixed upon me and Jo. "Pretty, petite blonds," I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment.

"Oh, you think I'm pretty," I state, he pulled an annoyed face at me. "Why thank you," I whipped my blonde hair over my shoulder as I spoke the words, smirking as well. His expression only got annoyed but out of the corner of my eye I see Sam smirk to himself. It was these remarks that we all missed.

"He used chloroform to kill them," Dean went back to topic, dismissing my comments. But he said chloroform, meaning what I smelt in the hallway was Chloroform. "Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night," Dean said, conforming my own suspicions and his. "At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments and long locks of bloody blond hair... Boy you sure know how to pick them," he took his eyes to Jo and I.

"We just find the bones, salt them and burn them, right?" Jo asked, looking to the three of us for insurance.

"Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete," Sam states doing a few facial expressions along the way.

"What? Why?" Jo answered back, looking confused as hell.

"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse, because, you know, that's what he used to do," Dean said, eyes locked with Jo's.

"Sick so of a bitch," I practical spat out through my teeth, as I didn't like the idea at all and made me sick to my core.

"You know something?" Sam started, he lent off the side and came to the table. "We might have a bigger problem than that,"

"How does this even get bigger?" I asked, my eyes dancing around his face as he met my eyes for a second before looking down to an image of an apartment building

"Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. They called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory. They had trapdoors, acid vats, quicklime pits. He built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days some he'd suffocate, others he's let starve to death," Sam explained to the group, grabbing different pictures of the apartment buildings blueprints, a dead woman. It was so interesting to hear but also so scary at the same time.

"So Theresa could still be alive. She could be inside these wall," Jo questioned, a panic look rested on her face as she looked to us.

"We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We gotta smash these walls anywhere thick enough to hide a girl," Dean states, rising from his chair, giving out instructions for us to follow.

So we did, Sam and Dean went to find sledgehammers. Both getting some, no idea where they got them from, but I had no time to ask. Sam and I went to the first floor, as Dean and Jo took another floor.

Sam hammered in the wall, we checked every direction but not the southeast wall. So he started to hammer it in so we could have a gander inside of it. I held a phone to my ear as Jo was on the other end. "Ok, call us after you check the southeast wall," I flipped the phone down.

"Ok, we check this and if we can't find nothing, go to Dean and Jo?" I said to Sam who only nods before grunting as he swings the hammer into the wall, breaking it apart. A clear opening came into view as Sam stepped aside, but the wall was too narrow for Sam, but I would fit perfectly. I took a few steps forward a hand on the opening, but Sam's hand -- which was encased in a casting -- grab my shoulder and it made me look at him as he held worry on his face.

"You can't go in alone," he states, making me turn fully to him. My hand touched his on my shoulder before lifting it up gently and holding it out in front of us.

"Sam, I'll be alright. You can't fit through there. I can," I ensured him that I will be alright, I gave him a soft smile. he was still the same old Sam I left weeks ago. The loving sweet boy, who worries to much for my safety. My smile remained as I leaned up and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek.

His face turned red faster than I could say a spell. "Wh-what was that for?" He cleared his throat after he spoke, making me chuckle gently.

"For making me realise something," I retorted before giving him a warm smile. I turned back to the opening and made myself fit in, shimmering down the walls, as pipes lead across the who thing. I took one step at a time, looking over my steps carefully. But the more I went down into the wall, the more I felt something bad was gonna happen. I cock my head back to look where the way I came but I couldn't see the light that shinned through the opening or even the opening, I had gotten way out than expected.

Just then, I could her like an oozing sound come from somewhere. I grabbed the torch out of my jacket and turned it on quickly, shining it onto the wall to see black goo leaking down. "Oh God," I began to rush back the way I came but hit by a pipe that stuck out and I wasn't paying attention. I rubbed my forehead as I stopped. Good thing I have super healing. But before I could process anything more, a dirty rag appeared around my mouth and I inhaled deeply with the surprise, and within seconds I had blacked out....

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I began to stir awake, the effect of the chloroform began to wear off of me. I groaned as my eyes slowly opened. As they fully opened, my vision was slightly blurred but all I could see was rusted metal. Then, I made the mistake of sniffing up, and totally regretting it the moment I took in the smell. It was like damp sewage. I made a gagging noise and it echoed through the chamber. I think that what I was placed in, but I was in a box.

My vision has now gone back to normal as I stared at the metal box top. There were three visible claw marks and blood had soaked into the metal. I slowly rose my hand to the marks and traced one of them with my finger slowly. "Poor girls," I said in a whisper, while dropping my hand back to my side. I then tried to move, but had very little luck as the space was confined and small. 

"Hello?" I heard a girl say and I knew that voice, even spending a day with her. It was Jo, she was captured too.

"Jo!" I said worried as I finally twisted myself round to face the opening of the cage that was on the side and gave me a little window of sorts to look out of. "It's Gabby. Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine," she shouted back as she was yards away in another cage. 

"Is anybody there?" A new voice came into play as I she sobbed through her words. 

"Your name's Thersea?" Jo questioned, not really sure it was her, but I could sense it was. 

"Of course it's her," I retorted back to her. "This won't make you feel better though, but we are here to rescue you," I said sheepishly, shifting my weight as my boots hit the cage. 

"Oh, God. He's out there. He's gonna kill us," Thersea said, her voice shaky and scared, tears running down her cheeks. 

"No, he won't!" Jo replied, raising her voice so she could hear her. "We're getting out. Our friends are looking for us. They'll find us,"

Just then, I heard foot steps coming closer to the chamber. "Oh, God, he's here!" Thersea yells, scared out of her life. 

"Just be quiet," Jo tried to clam her down but it was failing. I look through my small window to see if I could find him, but there was no sign of him. I blinked for a second and there he was in front of Jo's cage his hand inside as she screamed. 

"Hey! Let her go!" I screamed to Holmes as he suddenly pulled back, but with a prize. A big chunk of hair in his hand as he started to twirl it around his fingers. "You sick son of a bitch! Come over here and I'll show you what's it like to be dead!" I continued to yell at him. Something within me, just bubbled up with anger, the way he hurt Jo was something I didn't like. 

His eyes finally connected to mine as he turned to look at me, I stayed strong, knowing he couldn't do any harm to me. He had vanished, then I blinked once and he was in front of me. His mouth area was in view with the window. "You're so pretty," 

I scoff at his comment. "Yeah well, get to the back of the line. I have a lot of admires," I chuckled softly as I was not phased by his sudden appearance. 

"So beautiful," he just replied not taking notice of my comment as he just breathed heavily as well. Suddenly, he reached his hand into the cage, it going straight through because he's a ghost. I backed up straight away, the cold of the metal sent shivers up my spin as his hand neared my chest. 

As his hand carried on getting near, I hovered my hand over his. Ready to do some magic. "Adolebitque," I spoke in a mere whisper and Holmes screamed out in pain as his hand began to burn and quickly reclined his hand out of the cage. "Take that you son of a bitch!" I just stare at him as his skin began to burn and bubble, and he quickly disappeared as the spell wore off of him as he was no longer in sight. 

I edged closer to the opening as I peered out of the window. "Is he gone?" I heard Thersea state still scared out of her mind. 

"I don't know..." Jo said trying to keep the girl. Just then Holmes came out of nowhere and grabbed me by the face, his hand covering my mouth. I struggled against his hold as I was caught off guard. He started to suffocate me blocking off oxygen through my nose and mouth. 

"Hey!" Dean's voice shouted through the gate and then a gun shot rang out, Holmes hand had been removed from my mouth as he dispersed. I started breathing normally as it was a miracle that they found us. "Jo? Gabby?" Dean voice rang out in the chamber as I placed my fingers through the window, to indicate I was here. 

"I'm here," Jo said as Dean went over to her as Sam rushed over to me. He grabbed my fingers gently as he shines a torch light inside the cage.

"Sammy," I breathed out smiling to him, as he grabs a bar off of Dean and pry open the cage door. He was successful and open the door that opened upwards like it was a oven. As I crawled out Sam went over to get Thersea. Dean was going to use Jo as bait for Holmes. As I was task to get Thersea out of this place so I did, without question. 

We had reached the top where Dean had directed us to go. I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her up as she came to a stop to the side of me, giving me a smile, glad she was out of there. "Thank you for your help," 

"I'm so sorry for what you went through," I smiled sadly at her, before connecting eye contact. "But, your going to forget what you saw and who took you today. Go back to your apartment, clean yourself up," I spoke as I compelled her, I could feel my iris get large and get small as the compulsion was set. She just nodded and began to walk away and back to her old life, like nothing ever happened, and to her it never did. 

People shouldn't be dragged into this, not if they're not ready to know the truth of the Supernatural world...