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My eyes opened as I groaned. I placed my hand on my head, feeling a massive headache and- blood? My whole body was sore, and my neck was stinging. I felt that something burned my neck, and it felt like some mark. I decided that sitting the dark was going to do nothing, so I decided to get up.

It was quiet dark, so I squinted my eyes. I scanned my surroundings while getting up. Swaying from side to side, I placed a supporting hand on a dusty table. The wood was cold and the dust was thick. I see that I'm at an old house. A typical horror setting, fucking fantastic.

I walked around to check for anything. Walking up the stairs, I entered a room. It seemed like a nursery, and it looked as if there was a fire that occurred. I walked towards a table near a crib; there were letters that were placed on top of the crib: "SAM".

I was about to walk out the room when something shiny caught my eye. I went back to the crib to see a cellphone on top of a piece of paper. I picked the phone up, then the letter.

"Call this number and ask for Dean Winchester.

509-###-###"

No signature.

I shrugged and flip the phone open. I typed the numbers onto the keypad and held the phone to my ear.

Suddenly, someone picked up. I gulped and took a deep breath before speaking. "Is there a Dean Winchester?" I asked the person. The person seemed surprised and I heard some noises on the other end of the line. "Yeah, this is Dean." The man replied. His husky voice sounded distant and cautious. "How did you get this number? Who are you? And why do you have Castiel's phone?" Dean asked, his voice suddenly sound mad. Well, how rude!

"I found this phone. I honestly don't know where I am." I said honestly. Dean scoffed. "Why would I give a rat's ass where you are?" This man I swear! I counted to ten in my head.

Then a plan formed in my head.

"Look. I'll tell you how I got Castiel's phone if you come here and pick me up." I said. He laughed. "Right, and I will go ahead and I'll buy 300 pies and share them with strangers." He retorted sarcastically. I huffed. I then hear another voice. "Dean, we must get her." This voice sounded hoarse and tired. "Why should we, Cas? Obviously it could be another trap!" Dean yelled. I cleared my throat while I hear them bicker. A few minutes and Dean gave up.

"Fine, where are you?" He asked me. "Hold on, I'll check." I ran down the stairs, the paper and phone still in my hands, and ran out the street. The sun was nearly gone, so it must be pretty late. An old couple was walking on the sidewalk across the street.

"Excuse me!" I yelled. They turned to me with surprised and confused looks. "Would you mind telling me where I am?" They just looked at each other before the old woman answered. "Lawrence, Kansas." She yelled back. I thanked them and focused on the phone.

"Lawrence, Kansas." I replied.

"Is the house an old white 2-story?" A new voice asked. I answered yes. "Dean… let's go." The voice said. Castiel told me that they are on their way. Dean demanded I stay on the line, so I did. I had to deal with the annoying music they were playing.

An hour or two later, Castiel said they just came to Lawrence. I had to wait for a few minutes.

Here I am, minding my own goddamn business when 3 drunk men came stammering towards me. I cringe at the strong smell of alcohol. "Hhheeeyyyy little lady! C-come hang with us!" One of them said. "Um, no thanks." Ugh, now is not the time to be sarcastic, Sam.

"Bitch, do what I say!" He raised a hand and slapped me to the floor. Before they could lay another finger on me, a car screeched. A man with short dark blonde hair exits the driver's door. The passenger came out, a REALLY tall man with dark brown hair. Another man was there, in a trench coat with messy brown hair. Odd trio.

"Wow Charles, targeting young girls. Sick perverted pigs." The wannabe badass yelled. I raised an eyebrow. He sounds like Dean… now way he is Dean. Man! He doesn't even look tough!

I stifled a laugh. Bigfoot stared at me oddly and trench coat just sighed while Dean yelled at the 3 men. Soon the 3 guys got bored and just walked away. "Yeah that's right! Walk away before you get hurt!" He grinned. Mr. Trench coat walked towards me. "I'm Castiel." He greeted. Man he looked so tired.

"The name's Dean." As Dean came up to me, he had a devilish smirk. "And this tall man here is Sam, my brother." I perked up. "Hey! My name is Sam too. Well, its Samantha, but people also call me Sammy." I explained excitedly. Sam seemed amused. "So, why exactly did you call?" Dean asked, with a serious face. I explained to them how I woke up and found myself in the house (Dean and Sam were acting odd when I mentioned the nursery room) and told them I found the phone and paper.

"Hm. This is odd." Castiel said. "We should go to Bobby. He could hack the phone to see if we could find anything." Sam said. We all entered their car and drove to whoever Bobby was.

After a long ride, we arrived at an old house. God what is up with old houses. Scares the shit outta me!

Outside on the front porch is a man with a beer belly and a goatee. He looked at, me wearily before greeting us. I entered the house, man it was a dump. Piles of books and papers were everywhere, and the window sills were outlined at the bottom with… salt?

"Here Sam, Have a drink." Dean offered me the glass of water, and I took it cautiously. I smelled the water and sipped it a little before confirming that it was clean. I chugged the water and sighed in content. The boys gave each other wary looks. "What? Was something supposed to happen when I drank the water?" I asked, my eyes squinted slightly. "No. Why? Do you think we would poison you?" Dean asked with a pissed off look. "Well yeah! How else am I supposed to act? A 16 year old girl who goes to parties always knows to check her drink, because I do not want to get pregnant." I huffed. Dean just looked like a tomato. "Hey! We are not those kinds of people! Besides, we helped you!" Castiel sighed while Sam just watched his brother's temper slowly getting higher.

I felt sore again and my knees felt weak. Luckily, a chair was behind me. I collapsed on the chair and hissed at the pain. The boys immediately reacted. Sam and Castiel approached me, while Dean just mumbled.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked. I slowly shook my head. "My whole body is sore." I fixed my dark brown hair to the back and let the right side of my neck breath. The scar burned again. "What the hell…" Castiel was about to touch my neck when I flinched. My amber eyes glared at him, his blue eyes were wide in surprise. "Don't touch me." I said, he nodded slowly. Sam examined the scar while Bobby got a first aid kit.

My eyes were droopy and I tilted my body a little. I was feeling tired.

Before I closed my eyes, the last thing I saw was Sam's green eyes, his distant voice called for my name.

I blacked out.

~Dean POV:~

I stared at the passed out girl on Bobby's couch. Sam called Helen and Jo to help undress the girl and change her clothes. Her clothes, no- her body was covered in blood. She was in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He had faint scars all over her body, but the oddest thing about her was the mark on her neck. It was a symbol with strange writing.

I've never seen something like this, and it scared all of us.

Jo was fixing Sammy's hair when the said girl screamed.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she thrashed around screaming. Sam and I pinned her down before she awoke. She looked at us terrified; her amber eyes almost seemed red.

As soon as her glare was set on Sam and I, we immediately let go of her.

"Why are my clothes different? Did one of you perverts undress me?" She exclaimed. "No you idiot, Jo dressed you!" I yelled at her. Sam and Castiel seemed to blush at the girl's crazy remark. "Hey don't call me an idiot, you dickhead!" Sammy responded. "Will you two shut up?" Bobby yelled at us both.

I just huffed. Freaking brat.

"Freaking jerk." I heard Sammy mumble.

~Sammy's POV:~

"So what's going to happen?" I asked Bobby. Castiel looked deep in thought while Sam and Dean were talking to one another. "You tag along with them three while I find out what's going on." He said while reading some old book. I groaned.

"Great, I'm stuck with Mr. Asshole." I sighed. Dean heard me and glared. I stuck out my tongue. "You really don't remember anything, Sam?" Bobby asked. I shook my head. "If I knew anything, I would have told you." I replied with a sarcastic tone.

Bobby ignored my comment and told Castiel something. Castiel looked at him with an 'are-you-serious?' face. "What's wrong now?" Sam asked. "We are going to Japan." Castiel said.

"WHAT?!" Sam Dean and I exclaimed.