Sam woke up on a couch and assumed what he saw was all a dream, but then he looked around and realized that it wasn’t. “Dean!” He called out. No answer. He felt his side and lifted up the shirt he was wearing, which had no blood, and saw his wound had healed. But…how? He thought. Sam heard women talking in a room over and got up quietly. “And how do we know he’s not some sort of Demon?” He heard one of them say. “Well for one, he and his brother saved me from those Warlocks. And if it wasn’t for them I’d be Billie The Human Barbeque right now.” It was the blonde! No doubt about that. “Well let’s have a look at him.” Another voice said, but this time it was a man’s voice. Sam quickly and quietly went back to the couch.

He looked up and there stood four women and one man. “Good to see you’re awake.” The Blonde…Billie spoke. Sam tried smiling but it didn’t work. “Who are you?” One of the other women asked as Billie turned her attention to her. “Sam, Sam Winchester.” Billie went and grabbed his jacket, that had been washed apparently but there were still burnt marks on it, then handed it to him. “Sam? Well thank you for helping out Billie here.” Sam felt a “but” coming on. “But why did you do it?” Sam took a breath. “I had a vision of her being on fire and…well dying.” One of the other women walked closer and sat down next to Sam. “You got a Premonition?” Sam nodded. “Oh my god…” Billie said softly as she covered her mouth.

This was not the time to be playing twenty questions, Sam thought, he needed to find his brother. “I really need to go, my brother needs me.” Sam said as he got up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa bucko.” A woman said putting her hands up. “You’ve got to stay.” Sam looked over at Billie and sighed.



The last thing Dean remembered was being grabbed but one of the Warlocks then being knocked out. He stood up and looked at his surroundings. He was in some sort of cage that was made out of rock. “He awakens, should we take orders now?” One of the Warlocks asked the other. Dean smirked and straightened up. “Yeah, I’d like a double bacon cheese burger with extra curly fries. Oh! And make sure to get me a beer.” A Warlock came over and growled. “You think you’re funny witch?” He snarled. “Witch? I think those eyes of yours are uglier then I thought because I’m a Hunter. A handsome one if I may add, and it’s no wonder you need to shape shift into other people because you are one ugly son of a bitch.” Dean said with a grin.

The Warlock seemed to ignore his comment and walked back over to the other one then began talking. “So, we’re in some sort of construction site. Huh?” Dean said looking around. “We’re in The Underworld, wrench.” The Warlock said. “The what?” Dean checked himself and took out his phone. “Damnit! No reception, this place sucks.” He took out his pocketknife and tried cutting anything that’d help him but no luck. “Face it, there is no way out and once The Charmed Ones fall into our trap…you’re all doomed.” Dean shrugged and smirked some. “Once my brother gets here you’ll have a lot to deal with.” One of the Warlocks growled against the bars. “You may be confident but will your confidence be enough to overcome your fear?”

Dean tilted his head, confused on what he was talking about. “I can smell the fear on you and it continues to grow on you. My guess is the more you fear, the more you become confident. But it wont save you here Witch.” Dean leaned his head back, annoyed, then looked at the Warlock again. “I told you, I’m a Hunter and if you can’t get it through that freakishly ugly head of yours then I don’t know what to tell you.” The Warlock smacked Dean and knocked him out again then Dean remembered nothing but black. What he did remember was…he hoped Sam would come soon. And what the Warlock said was in the back of his mind. Because deep down Dean knew he was right. Now it was too hard to remember, so he just remained out.

The Warlock walked back over to the other and huffed. “We don’t have a lot of time, more of this and I will be tempted to kill this…Hunter, as he calls himself.” The other nodded. “Patience is what will hold us off. Otherwise we will remain dead as he will be soon.”

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