The Name Of The Game

by imaginationfluffball

Waking up in the back of the Impala, with no knowledge of monsters, magic or what a 'Winchester' is, turns out to be much less fun than it sounds. Learning fast, sitting tight and getting frustrated make up the strange game that the brothers and this new stranger have to play. Sam, Dean, Castiel, OC *complete*

1. Chapter I

I gasped and my eyes flew open.

Shiny Black leather-no, vinyl. The smell of French fries, car polish and...feet?

I was laying face down, rather uncomfortably, in what felt like the back seat of an old car. We (someone had to be driving this thing) seemed to be flying down a smooth highway.

Within a heartbeat my adrenaline spiked.

I was sitting upright before I could draw my second breath.

Then, I screamed.

The driver (a man with short bristly hair) almost swerved off the road in surprise (while stringing together a row of profanity that was respectable, in a terribly twisted way). Another man who was sitting in the passengers seat, (longer shaggy hair) grabbed the door handle and yelled, in a baritone voice, "Dean!"

Since I was sans-seatbelt and scared out of my mind, I only managed to raise one hand before slamming into the left door, hitting my temple on the window ledge and blacking out.