Samantha sat in the corner of her new bed, a mountain of pillows at her back, making it easier to curl her legs lightly near her chest. It was early morning, just as the sun was hitting the small square window at the far corner of the room she'd been given. Not really 'given', more 'assigned' or 'locked in'. Her mind was gently floating in the words of one of the books that Bobby had been kind enough to supply. Two large piles rested on the floor near the head of the beds frame; one for books she had managed to read and another for the ones the Winchesters didn't require immediately. The one she had been focused on for two days was a small hardcover book wrapped in a ribbon and happened to be the only non-demonic/non- magazine written work in the house. "The Tales of Dorothy Gale, After the Lights Go Out." A bit gory, but nevertheless; non-demonic. She attempted to turn the page with her right hand, only to almost rip it, which she had recently done with almost seven other novels she wished to read. She sighed, exasperated and then proceeded to turn the page with her non-handcuffed hand. Checking the part of the page near the spine wasn't torn, she silently forgave herself for forgetting her current situation, again. Making a mental note of what page she was up to, 66, she slipped a loose part of the bedsheet into the book, and placed it gently beside her.

Considering she hadn't slept in 47 hours, Sam stretched her arms and legs, and then leant over for the single butternut cookie on a china plate, left on the 'completed reading' pile. Even though no one trusted her, Bobby still visited her room when the others were out hunting. His house, he can do what he wants, plus he is also very aware that humans, especially girls have hygiene needs so he occasionally unlocked her for bathroom breaks. Plus it seemed that he likes to trade recipes and ask Samantha to taste test. That particular week was butternut cookies.
Soft and chewy, I like it. Perfect. She thought.
She made a mental note to tell Bobby when she got a chance. Samantha then proceeded to stretch for a hair tie and conquer her thick, wavy hair into a ponytail, pulling certain parts out for a fringe. Her face was too round and she believed it looked hideous without a fringe. She then resumed doing what she had done for over two days; She curled herself up again, and began to read.

Every now and again, her ears twitched at the clamouring coming from downstairs. The Winchester Brothers and their friend were staying at Bobby's house for a couple of weeks. Sam didn't know who they were, she didn't know why they were staying, and she didn't understand why they were all so close. The only thing she remembers is seeing the extremely tall one with long hair, throw salt in her face; she began to burn, and fainted from the pain. Pots were scraping and cupboards were opening. A screen door slammed, and sets of boots stomped; two of them were off in the middle of the night again. "The family business" they called it. Sam didn't bother to scream. For one, she noticed they like their weapons, and two, it's not like the drug house she lived in was any better; here she gets free cookies. Samantha didn't care, and neither did her mother. So until the strange guys let her go or killed her; that bed is where she would stay.

Her reading, which she really wasn't involved in at the moment, was interrupted when a large man entered her room. It was the Brother with the long hair, and he was shirtless. Lucky for Samantha, he didn't notice her and took long stomping strides to the other end of the room. He set down a bottle of beer and a towel before stepping under the metal bar, secured to the ceiling. Samantha was the pure embodiment of shock.
Stop it Sammy.
She told herself. He's like 35 or something, you're barely legal.
She sat silent in awe while he grunted and groaned, his muscles flexing as he did chin-ups with ease. Samantha's face caught a sly smile; If he was gonna see her when he walked out, she was gonna have some fun. Making sure not to disturb his… workout, she carefully lifted her body so she was resting on the back of her head and feet, then slowly, but surely, she removed her shorts and threw them on the floor in time with the tall ones rhythmic breaths. Samantha was glad that if she was gonna be kidnapped by anyone, it would be him; and it was. She quietly shifted herself and let her legs dangle off the side of the bed, sitting and leaning back so her body weight rested on her outstretched arms. It didn't matter how long it would take for him to notice, it wouldn't matter; the view was nice enough as it was. Samantha wasn't sure how long he was working out or how long she was staring but it was long enough to get them both very, very sweaty.

The man took one last slow breath and gently lowered himself to the ground. Samantha puffed out her chest, and tried to look as appealing as possible in nothing but a silky red pyjama shirt and black underwear.
This is gonna be good. She squealed inside her mind.
He picked up his beer and took a few swigs, before wiping his face and neck clear of sweat with the towel. Beer and towel in hand, he turned, about to leave the room but suddenly froze when her noticed the teenage girl giggling at him. Samantha couldn't help but feel like she busted this guy. Victory! He let out an awkward breath lined with laughter.
He gently ran a hand through his hair, swung his hands around awkwardly and stuttered, obviously embarrassed, "Umm… Hi, errr… I'm *ahem* I'm… ummm, Sam! My name is Sam! Sam Winchester."
Samantha stayed in her position swinging one leg over another and grinned, "Hi, I'm Samantha. I'd shake your hand but I'm a bit tied up at the moment," showing the handcuff attached to her wrist.
They both exchanged another set of awkward smiles and laughs before she finally spoke again.
"You wanna tell me why the hell you chained me to a bed?" She flirted with another smile.
"Ummm, yeah! Right! Of course." He cleared his throat and grabbed a small stool from the corner. "Well, obviously, like I said, My name is Sam, my brother Dean is downstairs with our friend Castiel. We're umm. He's… Okay then, Dean and I are hunters. We hunt ghosts, vampires, demons, anything evil. And Cas, he's… an angel. He's with us. I'm gonna guess you've met Bobby."
Samantha sat silent, the new information soaking in her brain, probably staring at Sam like he needed a strait jacket.
Sam, the Winchester Sam, furrowed his brow worrisomely and continued, "We don't normally tell people what we do straight up but considering from the supplies we found in your backpack, we think that you know about demons." They both stopped and made eye contact for a moment. Then Sam hit Sam in the face with "The Tales of Dorothy Gale."