The Box

"Sam, come with me!"

"Dean? Where are we going?"

"To hell sammy!"

"What, wait, NOOOO!"

"Huh?" It's November, 2007 5:00 a.m. somewhere in Oregon.

Sam sat straight up off bed like a shotgun scanning the room. Sweat was streaming down his face, and the sheets were twisted around his legs. "Another nightmare" he thought as he looked for dean.

As he looked around for dean he noticed the 1967 shiny black Chevy Impala, "baby" still sitting right outside the window where they parked it last night. There was no place to get food, or coffee with in walking distance from the motel, so he had to be in the room, or messing around with the girls a few rooms over they met the night before.

As sam stumbled out of bed he noticed deans boots, and jacket, still at the table where he took them off last night, "Somethings not right here dean wouldn't leave the room without his boots or jacket on. Being november it was freezing outside. As he headed toward the bathroom he noticed a pile of clothes on the floor in front of the mirror, "Those are the clothes dean was wearing before he went to bed last night!"

Sam searched the shower and under the sink cabinets. No dean, not that he could fit under the sink but still he looked.

"Dean!" he called more worried.

No answer.

He headed back into the kitchen portion of the room, and sat at the table in frount of his computer hoping there might be a clue on it. Slowly it powered on, sam was growing very impatient waiting for it to start up. Finally it popped on with a click and instantly an email came up on the screen.

"Dean". He read aloud, he opened the message as quickly as he could. The message read this.

"Sammy! Help me!" Sam sent a message back as quick as he could.

"Dean where are you?!" Another message from dean popped up a few seconds after he sent the first reply.

"I don't know where i'm at?!"

"Ok, calm down."

"Ok."

"Now tell me what you can see?" It seemed as though sam and dean were talking right to each other over the dinner table.

"I see two black walls and two white walls, also I see a red floor and ceiling, as well as a light, I can't tell where it is coming from."

"What are you sending messages from?"

"I'm not, I can hear your voice echoing in the room and then I talk back to it, I am in the middle of the room,...naked only thing I have is the necklace that you gave me for christmas." Sam was startled at the message but never the less went back to typeing.

"Ok, I am sending you messages over my computer, and you reply with an email."

"It's not funny, you need to fucking help me! Get me out of here!"

"Ok, ok calm down, lets think, what were you doing before you got there?"

"Nothing, I was lying back to back with you seeing how the bitch at the counter only gave us a king because she was convinced were gay, what a bitch! Then poof, I was just here, and then I heard your voice calling me, so I called back. I am still answering to your voice like you are the light in the room I can't find."

"Ok, let's figure this out. So you must have disappeared sometime between 12:00 A.M. to 5:00 A.M. cause five was when I woke up, and we went to bed at around 12:00 last night right?"

"Yah, I think."

"Ok... I am going to check dad's journal to see if there is anything like this in it."

"Hurry would yah the temp is dropping really fast, i'm freezing!"

Sam stared at the computer, "he's cold?" shaking his head, he threw himself into the words on the page and started to read.


I don't know if anyone will like this but it is the first story I have ever written so I hope it goes well. I would love to see reviews, also should I continue or just stop the story? Good and bad review are liked, so I can fix the things that are not good. Thank you for reading.