You wake up in a room but you don't know how long you've been there. Could be days, weeks, months but you'll never know. You look around the room but all you find are half scribbled pages stuck to the wall; each one titled in big bold letters "Read Me." But you can't. You got this giant nagging feeling inside so there's no way. All you can do is look around the room for a newer page, a note that looks fresh. You search through the drawers but they're all empty, except for a bible you don't read. You don't find anything.

The phone rings and you reach for it but on your hand is a small tattoo between your thumb and index finger. It says: don't answer the phone. You flip your hand over and on your wrist and going down your arm is a list. At the top it says "Don't Forget" and underneath are names. It starts with Mom. It ends with Sam.

The phone keeps ringing and when you look at it again you see a note in your own hand writing. It has an address you've never seen before and it says "Go Here Now" but something keeps nagging at you to answer the phone, answer the damn phone.

So you do.

On the line is a man.

You recognize his voice.

"Dean, run!"

It's Sam.