1Chapter One

There was a moan that signified the first awakening. It was a rapid shift involving a frantic moment of panic. There was something about coming to in the dark that had that effect. Couple the former with confinement and the panic level heightened significantly.

"Oh my God." She whispered feeling her hot breath reflected back against her face by the soft awkward object beneath her. It didn't take long to determine that the something was a someone and that she was laying smack dab on top of them. They had yet to move though and the fearful thought that perhaps they weren't going to crept into her mind accompanied by an agonizing grimace and a mad attempt to discover some way out. She pushed her arms out and frantically began to explore the enclosure which only fueled the panic.

It was small.

She cursed feeling the rough wood beneath her fingertips as she clawed about trying to test her boundaries. She pushed her head backwards and instantly connected with more wood. The panic grew in leaps and bounds as she thrust her right shoulder upward and hit the solid barrier. She let out a cry of frustration as she continued to shoulder the object enacting a host of movement that involved most every muscle in her body.

"Be Still." a deep voice finally groaned out all at once with a pain laced edge that betrayed her movements unfortunate repercussions.

She froze. His breath touched her face causing her to angle her head back as she tried to jump off him only to connect once more with the solid wood above her.

He was alive.
He was awake.

"Who are you?" her voice came out in a whisper as she pushed back as far off him as she could.

It wasn't far.

Her body instantly connected with the wood overhead and she had to settle her body over his again with no ability to keep connectivity to a minimum. There was no where to go. There was no room.

"Who are you?" he repeated her question back to her in the same sort of whisper with a wince to his voice that betrayed that he shared a similar headache that she also suffered from at the moment.

"Nia Black." She turned her head to the side shifting to keep their breath from mingling and ended up with her head on his shoulder. "You're turn." She said quickly.

"Dean Winchester." he said quietly as his hands roamed the insides of their confinement with a much slower and less panicked motion than she had attempted a moment ago. As his hands came into contact with her arms and legs he cursed. "Sorry." he breathed against the top of her head.

"It's alright." She didn't feel as if things were in actuality alright, but in regard to him accidently touching her, it couldn't be avoided. "Where are we?" She heard the tremor to her own voice and fought the tears that it further stirred.

"I don't know." The response wasn't as comforting as one might expect. Knowing that one is trapped in an unknown location in pitch blackness didn't seem to have added peace if you added people to the equation.

Especially perfect strangers.

"Can you move?" he asked suddenly. He shifted his body under hers when she answered that she couldn't. His hands roamed over the wood above her head and he paused. He gauged the room he had to work in by pressing his hand quickly against her left arm, up her shoulder, to her neck, and then head. He then felt of the wood overhead again before plowing his fist as hard into the barrier as he could. "Dammit."

She heard the sting to the word as his movement pressed their upper bodies together and she was raised up high enough for her head to connect lightly with the top. "Be careful." She cautioned with a wince as they came back down to rest on the bottom of what she now assumed was a box. It didn't have any sort of lining to it, but she would have gone so far as to call it a coffin.

"Hold on." his breath was coming faster as he suddenly pulled his other arm around her to hold her in place as he repeated the action this time with her staying more firmly in place, albeit against him. He curse again and hit it several more times before giving a kick of frustration that near caught her leg. She gasped against him and pulled her legs as far over to one side as she could.

"Sorry." Their breathing was the only thing either could hear for a long while before he apologized.

"It's a coffin." Nia's voice was stacked with terror. "Isn't it?"

"If it is, it's home made." Dean shifted her against him and pulled his arm away from around her shoulder. "There's something weighing down the wood. We might be buried."

There was moment of silence as they both seemed to take that truth in at once. It was followed by a quick intake of breath as she tried to stifle a sob.

"Hey, Listen we have to stay calm. Figure out a way out of this." Dean couldn't believe she was crying. Well he could. Anyone would want to cry in their current situation. Unfortunately he wasn't exactly well versed in this comforting hysterical woman thing. Especially when he had more important things on his mind. Like how the hell did he get stuck in a box with the woman? Where were they? What had happened? Dean began to rack his brain to come up with any answers that he could find. As he did it gave him an idea. "Listen what is the last thing you remember?" Maybe they could work a way out of this if they knew how they got here to begin with...