The brothers had just finished burning Haley Coast's bones. A vengeful spirit who had been tortured and murdered by some psychotic humans.

Wasn't that hard and if Sam was honest he really enjoyed a simple, easy hunt for once. If you asked Dean however he would probably cuss you out.

He was a little cranky, not that Sam blamed him he did get thrown into a grave stone hard enough to break a rib.

That's why when Sam got back with some food and bandages he wasn't to concerned. He just figured Dean went to some bar and would be back soon.

If he had known what really had happened he wouldn't have laid down, wouldn't have fallen asleep, and he defiantly wouldn't have let his phone go dead.

-/-/-/-

Dean was miserable.

He couldn't breath and it hurt to move.

He heard Sam say he was going to the store and just mumbled something about pie. Not that he thought he would be able to eat it. He never got to eat his pie. Something bad always interrupted and frankly it pisses him off.

He just laid on the bed for bit. Eventually he drifted into sleep.

He half woke up when he heard the door open thinking it was just Sam coming back.

That was before he felt the slight pressure of a needle being pushed into his neck. He tried to fight it, but a hot fire coursed hrough his body and he passed out.

When he woke up he found himself locked in some room.

It had an asylum look, with padded walls and dingy floors. It also had blood splattered all over the place.

He stood up and tried to walk around, but was stopped by an irritating tug on his ankle.

He looked down and found a ball and chain attached to his ankle. "They fucking did not."

He sighed and reached in his pockets for anything useful. They had completely stripped him of all his weapons and lock-picks, but he still had his phone.

He found it kinda strange, but quickly dialed Sam's number. When it went to voicemail he left a quick message, "Hey, we have a slight problem. I might be stuck in a crazy house with a freakin ball and chain strapped around my ankle, but no worries you know. Call me back, preferably before the crazies come and slaughter me."

Dean really didn't cope well heart sped up, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he gnawed at his lip.

As much as he hates to admit it when the two big, and by big like bigger than the green giant big, came in it was actually relieving. "Hello boys, can I help you?"

They both stepped forward at the exact same time."Alright strong and silent. I can respect that."

They once again stepped forward.

The one on the left picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "Oh come on, aren't you gonna buy me drinks first?" The other ridiculously large man rolled his eyes and tazed him.

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Sam woke up and glanced at Dean's bed. He figured he was showering or something and played it off as nothing.

It wasn't until he had had his coffee that he realized he couldn't actually here the shower running.

"Dean." He wouldn't have spent the night with a girl and now that he thought about it he wouldn't have walked to a bar. Not with a broken rib. "Dean?"

He walked over to his phone. He had plugged it in during the middle of the night and saw he had two voicemail messages. "Hey, we have a slight problem. I might be stuck in a crazy house with a freakin ball and chain strapped around my ankle, but no worries you know. Call me back, preferably before the crazies come and slaughter me."

The worry from before had blossomed into panic. Especially after the next message. "Hey, S'mmy 'm not doin' to hot. Damn hum'ns. I'd really 'preciate it if ya could find m' soon..." The sound of a door opening came through the phone and the message ended.

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