Dean couldn't take it any more, he pulled his headphones on and turned up the music up as loud as it could go. Sammy had been whining about John not coming back. He loved his brother, he really did but what did Sam want from him? Dean couldn't drag John back, hell he would if he could. But John disappeared a long time ago, Dean had been looking after Sam for years, his brother was 12 now and Dean was 16. He just wanted time to himself without Sammy always tagging along behind him.

"Deaaan" Sam's voice carried through and Dean could still hear him even with the headphones.

"That's it, I'm going out" Sam noticed Dean and rose to his feet as though he was about to follow him. Through gritted teeth Dean spoke "Do not follow me Sammy go to bed."

The motel door slammed as Dean left, he brushed his fingers through his hair in frustration, he just needed some time to clear his head. Walking to a building in the distance he noticed a door was hanging open, it must be abandoned he thought as he ventured in. He squinted through the darkness and noticed an old bench, he would only stay here for an hour or so just to get away for a while. As he stretched out his legs to get comfortable his mind strayed thinking how different his life would be if his dad was here to look after Sammy instead of everything being left to him. Why should he have to be in charge of everything? He just wanted someone to help him out.

"I could be of assistance you know" A voice floated through the empty building.

Dean was on his feet fast gun in his hand "Who the hell said that?"

"Do not fear me boy I mean you no harm" A man stepped forward from the darkness Dean was taken aback by his appearance. The man was dressed in a white shirt which practically glowed in the low lighting, his eyes shone a bright blue and the rest of him seemed to blend into the shadows, dark hair, dark coat and dark trousers. Dean's stance relaxed, the man stepped closer to him and touched a gloved hand to Dean's cheek. "I want to help you Dean, you deserve to have some time to relax, it's so unfair that you always have to look after Sam while your dad is running off doing whatever he pleases."

"How do you know all of this?"

"I have been watching you for some time Dean, I have been waiting for this moment."

"What moment? What are you even talking about?"

"I have waited for the moment I could help you, the moment you wanted someone to take the control away from you, I have waited to set you free."

"How can you do that?"

"Let me look after Sam for a while, you deserve a break after all." The stranger caresses Dean's face and placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

"Would he be safe?"

"You have my word."

"Then yes." The moment the words left Dean's mouth he regretted it, what would his Mother think if she was still alive? Never mind his Dad, when he got back and realised he let some stranger take Sammy then Dean would really be in for it. "NO wait, I didn't mean it don't take Sam".

"Too late Dean you gave him to me"

"Well I changed my mind so I want my brother back if it's all the same."

"What's said is said."

"I didn't mean it."

"Oh you didn't?"

"Please where is he?" "He is in my land now." "Please bring him back." "Dean... Go back to the motel and read a book or watch TV and forget about your brother." "I can't." "I've brought you a gift" The stranger spoke as he reached into his jacket and retrieved a glass crystal. "What is it?" "It's a crystal, nothing more. But if you turn it this way and look into it then it will show you your dreams. But this isn't a gift for an ordinary boy who takes care of snivelling brats. If you want it then forget him." "Don't talk about my brother like that." An edge of hostility crept into Dean's voice. "I apologize I must have touched a nerve." "Look I appreciate it but I just want my brother back."

"Dean do not defy me." The stranger's voice was like gravel as he spoke in a firm domineering tone. "You're no match for me." "I need my brother back." Suddenly the room around Dean began to melt away, all he could see was a labyrinth that stretched across the entire land, perched right at the other side was a castle.

"He's there in my castle, do you still want to look for him?" Dean fidgeted with his jacket and frowned. "Turn back Dean. Turn back before it's too late." "I can't. Don't you understand that I can't?" "What a pity."

"It doesn't look that far. I will get Sammy back no matter what." "It's further than you think and time is short Dean. You have 13 hours to solve the labyrinth before your little brother is stuck there forever. Now that would be a pity." Before Dean's eyes the stranger vanished into thin air. Dean stepped forward and surveyed the surroundings, he was gonna find his brother and then punch that smug dick in the face if it was the last thing he did.