I've always been a huge Supernatural fan. Well, not always. I didn't actually know about it until last year, but oh goodness! I was missing out on so much! I LOVE the show! So, why not write some fanfiction about it, ehi? Anywho... Um... Well, this came off the top of my head mid Winter Break a few months back...and I was working up some courage to share it with y'all...so here you go. Constructive criticism only, please and thank you. I appreciate everything you guys have to offer - other than the people who say I don't write well... That just makes me sad. One last thing and I'll shut up. I listened to the following songs while writing, and I'm forewarning you now, they DO NOT correspond with the plot and/or the actions of my story... Just my play list and what was going on while I read over it and typed this baby up.

LET ME BE MYSELF - 3 DOORS DOWN

BUMP N' GRIND - R. KELLY

LONELY DAY - SYSTEM OF A DOWN

ECHO - GORILLA ZOE

MONSTER - LADY GAGA

FUCKIN' PERFECT - P!NK

CRYIN' - AEROSMITH

Enjoy!

The tight metal around my wrists dug in painfully above my head. The stone wall behind me provided no easy position for me to lean against it. Heaving a heavy sigh I realized I was stuck. There was no way to get out unless I had heat vision – which I didn't – or if someone swooped in and unlocked my chains – which I wasn't expecting. No one knew, exactly, that I had left my house. So it would be at least a few more hours before my absence was noticed.

I struggled uselessly in the cuffs, refusing to sit and wait for my impending doom. I was humming softly to myself, miscellaneous songs that were on my I-Pod and I had seen on the VH1 countdown earlier that morning. Singing helped me calm down, believe it or not. I heard footsteps approaching; rapid, heavy slaps against the concrete outside.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, how long I had been in the darkness, but when the door swung open and the light poured in, I had to squint to be able to see. I studied the man standing in the doorway. He was tallish, with striking blue eyes and a frightening smirk that had my skin crawling. He started to open his mouth, showing pearly white teeth, but his head snapped to the opposite direction and he left, slamming the door behind himself.

I wiggled around along the floor, stretching and cursing all the time as I tried to twist my hands free but to no avail. I was alone in the dark room and feeling the first inklings of fear that put me bordering on insane. I could hear squeaks and scratching from across the room. That could only mean one thing. Rats. I scooted back to the wall and began my humming again, even getting as courageous as to lowly sing a few lines.

The scratching noises died down, thankfully. I shifted uncomfortably and strained to hear outside the door. I was rewarded with being able to hear quiet whispers. Slivers of their conversation entered the room through the cracks and partially opened doorway, but not enough for me to be able to put anything together and understand what they were saying.

The door opened and my humming halted. There were two men, one taller than the other, in the doorway. That was one more than I was use to, and even more surprising was that they started towards me! Usually they opened the creaky door, peered inside, and then snapped it back shut. There was something else to note, about the last guy, he hadn't closed and locked the door…

I stared at the taller one with wide eyes as he approached me. "It's okay, we're here to help you," the tall one comforted in hushed tones.

He bent down from his massive height and began messing with the chains around my wrists. I looked up at my reddened hands and then over to the shorter man. I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth to stop the whimpers that threatened to escape as Tall Boy fiddled with the chains. When he finally let out a triumph, 'Aha!' underneath his breath, my hands were released and the blood began rushing back into my arms.

I looked up at the two with wide, frightened eyes. Would they hurt me? Were they here to help me? What were they going to do to me if they weren't rescuers? And the most pressing question that throbbed against my head was; when can I get home?

"We've got to go," barked Short Guy. "Sam, grab her."

I started to ask my questions, figuring nothing like the present, right? Instead, Tall Boy grasped my arm with his large hand and towed me behind him. I could barely keep up with their long stride and eventually, with a grunt from him and a squeak from me, he pulled me up into his arms and started to walk at a brisk pace instead of the slow, calculating one we had been at.

Another squeak fell from my mouth when Short Guy shot a man in front of us. Then we burst outside into the morning sun. I was tossed into the back of an old, classic car that I had zero chance to admire. I watched the two closely, trying to drink in every feature they had in case this wasn't a rescue mission and I had to report more kidnappers. I contemplated opening the door and jumping out, but I chalked that up as 'too damn risky.' We pulled into a motel parking lot that had be biting my nails. If it came down to a fight, I would lose, hands down. When they got out of the car I stayed in the backseat – to hell with cooperation.

Tall Boy squatted at my door which he had opened and asked, "What's your name?"

I shrugged and he smiled slightly before saying, "I'm Sam, my brother Dean," he indicated Short Guy with a point of his finger. "We're here to help you. The people who took you are going to be looking for you, so until we're sure you're safe, we want you to stay with us."

"My family will be worried."

"Yes, probably, but if you go home you might put them in harm's way."

"There were a lot of guys there. I'm not sure how I got there," I pointed out as if it were top priority.

"Well, we can go over what you do remember, inside," he looked over at a teal motel door.

"I don't want to be difficult, but…" I glanced over my shoulder at the sign that flashed, 'VACANCY' and then at the empty parking lot. I rested my eyes on Sam again, "But we're sort of the only people here… What if you're just more crazy people and you plan to kill me?"

"We aren't going to kill you, we're the good guys."

I nodded shortly before grumbling, "He has a gun."

"Protection, he hasn't kill a person before."

Liar.

"I might have been dumb enough to be kidnapped, but I'm not that dumb. He shot and killed that guy back at…wherever we were," I defended, my voice edged with steel.

Suddenly, wings flapping was heard outside the car and a male voice spoke in a gruff voice, "We do not have time for this."

A new face appeared, this man younger and clean shaven. He touched his pointer and middle finger to my forehead; I blacked out.

So, the next chapters will be longer, guys. This was just the beginning. Uh... I can't promise anything on when I'll update, I've got a pretty hectic life going on right now, so... Look for me on the weekends, sweethearts! Love you all! -rach