This has some parts to do with "Safe" & "Danger". There is some informal language in this that is not suitable for young children and could have some gory parts in it. enjoy :)
Dean pulled up to the restaurant with Sam sitting shotgun.
"I am starved! I could really use a burger. How bout you, Sammy?" Dean elbowed his brother who was staring out the window. Sam looked t Dean with a lost look on his face.
"Huh?" He asked with his jaw slightly hanging open as he stared at his older brother. Dean rolled his eyes as he put his 1967 Chevy Impala in park. When they walked out, Dean patted the hood.
"We will be back Baby." He promised before he left.
"You have an unhealthy relationship with your car." Sam teased as they walked into the restaurant. Dean held up two fingers to let the host there were only two to be seated. With a nod, he motioned for the brothers to follow him. After they were seated and the menus were placed in front of them, Dean leaned forward.
"You okay Sam?" Dean asked his younger brother. Ever since they left California Sam seemed down.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." For some reason Dean didn't believe him, but he let it go. Dean wasn't much of a 'sharing feelings' kind of guy. When the waitress came by, Dean thanked her and winked at her, making her blush slightly. Dean took a huge bite out of his bacon cheeseburger and noticed Sam was picking at his salad.
"Dude, seriously. What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam shrugged as he took a small bite then pushed the food away.
"I guess I'm not hungry." Dean put his burger down and wiped his hands.
"Sammy, don't do that. Just talk to me. I'm your big bro!" Dean smiled at his brother, hoping to get him to talk. It didn't.
"I'm going to use the restroom." Sam got up and stalked to the back of the restaurant while Dean finished his burger. After he finished his food and paid the check, Sam still was not back. Dean got the waitress's number as he walked to the bathroom. When he got there, there was blood on the sink and the ground. A sink was busted and spraying water against the wall. There was an open window that Dean went to and found a yellow powder.
"Sulfur. Damn Demons!" Dean exclaimed, racing out of the bathroom and into his Impala. He took off, unsure of where to go. He called everyone he knew for any signs of a demon possession or anything that could lead him to Sam. Nobody knew anything, so it looked like Dean was on his own. Dean went back to the restaurant and checked around back. He noticed blood spots leading to a door that could have been missed if one was not looking for it. Pulling his gun and flashlight out, Dean walked into the door. He was cautiously making his way down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him. He hastily turned around to be greeted with a punch to the face. He staggered back a few steps, the blow catching his off guard when he saw another punch coming his way. He grabbed the fist and yanked it toward him, bringing the person behind it with it. He turned the person so that his back was on Dean's front as he held the arms crisscrossed over the guys chest. Suddenly, Dean was hit in the face with the person's head. Along with the blow came a mouthful of long blonde hair. Dean backed against the wall when he realized that it wasn't a dude he was fighting, it was a chick! Before she could hit him again, Dean moved out of the way, making her punch the wall. He was then able to grab his flask of holy water and throw it at her.
"What the hell?" She muttered, spitting it out.
"That's holy water you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed while flicking more at her. She then held up her hands, blocking the water from her face.
"Wait, wait! I'm not a demon!" Dean stopped and looked at the now drenched girl. Her eyes were ice blue and she had on dark jeans, a gray tank top, and a red leather jacket.
"Who are you?" Dean narrowed his eyes at the suspicious girl.
"Well, right now I'm soaked." She blew air out of her mouth trying to get a stray strand of hair out of her face.
"Very funny." Dean eyed the pretty girl as she wiped her face.
"My guess is that you're a Hunter as well and you're going after these asshats that keep abducting people?" She stared at Dean with her ice blue eyes, waiting for him to answer.
"How did you know that?" Dean asked her, looking around for the gun he dropped during the struggle. She smiled as she put her hands on her hips.
"Because that's why I'm here. I'm Amy." She held out her hand as Dean stood up from grabbing his gun. After examining her, he guessed he could trust her.
"Dean. My brother was taken." Her ruby red lips were pressed in a straight line as she seemed annoyed.
"Really tall with girl hair?" She questioned him. Dean nodded in response, slightly smiling at the comment about Sam's long hair. Before he had a chance to speak, voices were heard around the corner. Dean quickly switched off his flashlight as he and Amy hid behind the metal barrels that were conveniently stacked by the wall. Two guys came walking by, talking to one another.
"Yeah, we have Sam Winchester. Dean will be here soon to save him and then we will have them both. This was too easy." Amy's head snapped toward Dean, but he didn't notice. He watched as the two demons walked around the other corner, chatting about how they are going to get both him and Sam. When they were gone, Amy scooted far away from Dean. He sniffed his arms in confusion.
"What, do I smell or something?" He asked her. She shook her head.
"I thought you were a myth. You're really Dean Winchester? The older brother that helped to stop the apocalypse?" Dean gave a low chuckled as he nodded.
"The one and only. Now, I gotta go save my brother, you coming with me?" He held out a hand to her. Amy was hesitant, but took his hand and he helped her to her feet. This was going to be quite the adventure!
Amy watched the man in front of her. She watched the way he walked. Well, more like stalked. Her breath caught in her throat when she almost walked into him as he stopped abruptly. He pushed her against the wall as he leaned back, trying not to be spotted. Her breath caught in her throat when he put his hand on her to push her back. They both let out breaths as they saw the shadows go down a separate corridor. Amy shook her head. She was usually cool under situations like this... but it wasn't everyday that you met a legend!
"Get a grip, Amy!" She mentally yelled at herself. She had a job to do and she will not be able to succeed if she has her eyes all over Dean Winchester. The very same Dean Winchester that if you would have told her about just 10 minutes ago, she would have laughed in your face and told you he wasn't real. She owed a lot of people apologies. So Sam and Dean Winchester were real people. Castiel is a real angel. Amy wondered how many more myths/legends were real. She came back to reality just as they rounded the corner. They both stopped and listened to what sounded like a muffled voice. Dean and Amy both pressed their ears against the door to hear better.
"Dean may be an idiot, but he wouldn't walk in here without backup." Dean raised his eyebrows at Amy and gave her a half smile. Her heart thudded in her ears, making it difficult to hear the guy on the other side of the door. Dean heard a familiar British accent.
"That may be true, but I have my boys on the prowl. I do not underestimate you guys, I simply.." He paused. Dean's eyebrows narrowed together as he concentrated and pressed his ear harder against the door, trying to hear better.
"I want to make a deal. When your big brother gets here, we will talk. Until then, I don't need your mouth blabbering away!" Dean's stomach sank when he heard the loud thud of something hitting something else. The feeling in his gut told him that Sam was the one hit and that he would need to be tended to. He cursed silently, upset that he didn't find Sam sooner. His one job was to protect Sammy, but he always seemed to mess it up.
A few minutes before
Sam awoke to fuzzy vision and a gnawing pain in the back of his head. He thought back to what had happened. He remembered being slightly upset about Blair. She said she would explain everything to him, but she ditched the hospital with her sister, LJ, before Sam could get to her. With LJ, Blair will most likely be wiped off the face of the planet until things cool down. That was his guess anyway. Dean wouldn't stop bugging him to talk and that was the last thing Sam wanted to do at that moment. He decided to use the restroom to get some time away from Dean. He walked in and headed straight for the sink. He splashed water on his face when movement in the mirror caught his eye. He looked over his shoulder and saw nothing. Turning around in a circle, Sam still saw nothing. He went back to the cool water, thinking it was just his imagination, when he was hit on the back of the head. Before he blacked out, he remembered two black eyes staring back at him. Sam went to rub his head when he realized he was tied to a chair. He struggled against it, only to be burned by the rope. He looked up and saw Crowley walking toward him.
"I should have known you were behind this. Why won't you ever just leave us alone!?" His voice echoed throughout the room, making his head pound harder. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to stop the room from spinning. He felt as though he was going to puke.
"Agh!" He tried to hold back, but could not as the bile overwhelmed him. He hasn't eaten for a few days, making his stomach work to throw up acid from his body. He leaned to the side so nothing got onto his clothes.
"That is... unpleasant. Sorry lad." Sam glared up at Crowley, who was blurry. The room was still spinning as Sam let his head fall down.
"What do you want Crowley?" Sam asked, keeping his voice from growing too loud and causing more pain to himself.
"Right now, I'm waiting for my little demons to capture your idiot brother!" Sam knew his brother was on his way and knew that no matter what, they would get out of this. Maybe this time, they would actually kill this piece of shit who causes them nothing but pain and misery.
"Dean may be an idiot, but he wouldn't walk in here without backup." Sam spit trying to get the disgusting taste from his mouth.
"I want to make a deal. When your big brother gets here, we will talk. Until then, I don't need your mouth blabbering away!" Crowley picked up something long and metal and swung at Sam's head, making contact. Sam yelled as he was struck and quickly fell into unconsciousness. He tried to fight it at first, but welcomed the darkness where the pain would disappear for a while. When he awoke, a pretty blonde was holding his face in her hands and had a concerned look on her face. She jumped when his eyes opened, but quickly regained her posture. She sent a look toward the other side of the room where Sam could hear struggling.
"Hey, Sam? Please tell me you understand me?" Her cool blue eyes seemed to stare into Sam's soul. Pity was dominant on he face as she struggled to cut the rope restricting Sam. A loud bang was heard followed by a bright light, making Sam shut his eyes. His head was pounding worse than before and he just wanted to go to a dark, quiet room. When the ropes were cut, Sam fell forward unable to hold himself up. His stomach lurched at the sudden movement, causing bile to once again come flowing out. The pretty blonde jumped back in disgust.
"Gah!" She exclaimed, her face twisted into a frown. Sam glanced up at her with confusion when a big object was thrown across the room and on top of her.
"Dean, you cannot possibly think bringing a girl here could possibly help you save your brother. She is pathetic and weak." Crowley pushed Dean off the girl and grabbed her by her throat. He held her above his head and watched as she writhed in his grip. A smile spread across his face as he continued to watch the girl.
"Hmm, she could be interesting to play with."
"Dude, that's gross!" Dean exclaimed, getting to his feet. He glared at Crowley who rolled his eyes in response.
"Always got your mind in the gutter, Squirrel?" He dropped the girl who collapsed on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Sam's vision was blurred as he tried to get up, but fell back to the seat when he felt like he was going to throw up once again. Crowley was at Dean's side with a snap of his fingers and threw Dean once again to the other side of the room.
"Sam, c'mon. We have to leave." The girl grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him to his feet as Crowley walked after Dean.
"Dean." Sam managed without the bile rising. Quickly walking out the door the girl flashed a smile at Sam.
"Don't worry about him, he will be alright."