The second chapter for my Supernatural-Angel crossover. Thanks so much for the reviews I received for the first chapter!


He felt cold. His whole body ached as he tried to move. He opened his eyes and as they focused he saw a grey stone wall. Was he still in the warehouse? Dean tried to move again. His shoulder gave in great protest, but he forced it to obey. He felt dizzy and it was first when he moved a hand towards his face to feel the dry blood that he noticed that he was in chains. He looked at his hands and saw to his horror that thick chains were bound around his wrists. They were attached to the stone wall behind him.

When he looked around it seemed that he was in a corner of a bigger room, though hidden from view. He helplessly tried pulling at the chains, but it had no other effect than giving him pain at his wrists. He turned his head and looked at his left shoulder. He was relieved that there was no blood to be seen, though, when he touched it he winced in pain. The memory of what had happened slowly returned to him as he sat on the cold stone floor. Sam. Where was Sam?

"Sammy?" He whispered, his voice sounding hoarse.

There was no reply.

He tried pulling at the chains again; they still did not give. He had to find Sam. He had sworn to protect him and now this. He had let Sam become vampire food.

"Congratulations, Dean." He said quietly to himself. "You finally screwed up."

He tried to push the thought out of his mind. Sam could not be dead. He refused to believe it. He tried to push himself up into a standing position, but quickly fell to the floor again, his head spinning. His head jerked upwards towards the ceiling at the sounds of footsteps.

"Sam?" Dean whispered. "Sammy?"

For the third time he tried pulling at the chains, refusing to let himself rest at all. He refused to look around the room again as there was nothing to be seen from his dark, cold corner, obstructive from view from the rest of the room. He knew he had to get out. He had to find Sam.

He heard more footsteps above him and muffled voices.

"SAMMY!" Dean bellowed. The voices above instantly seized.

Hurrying footsteps started moving above him. He followed the sound with his eyes. He heard the clanging of an elevator and footsteps heading in his direction.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be better if I –" A woman's voice was heard from behind a stone wall.

"Cordelia, I told you; I don't think it's going to make a difference." Dean recognised the voice immediately as the voice belonging to the vampire in the warehouse.

He heard their footsteps drawing closer. Dean felt white hot anger burn up inside of him. He heaved himself onto his feet ignoring the protests from his shoulder and his head. He would not be seen lying on the floor by their feet. He braced himself; getting ready to jump at the vampire at the first chance that he got. He just caught a glimpse of the man's face before he had launched himself forwards. He was quickly thrown backwards against the stone wall by a hard punch to his jaw. He felt a fresh stream of warm blood trickle down his face, as he slid down to the floor, his eyes on the man and woman in front him. The woman seemed to be in a frenzy, arguing about something Dean could not make out; his head dizzier than ever by the new blow.

"How…are you?" The man said straining to keep his voice polite.

Dean glared at him, knowing that if he could have one wished granted it would be to have this vampire killed. The vampire flipped open a wallet, which Dean recognised as his own. The eyes of the vampire darted from the wallet to Dean's face. He took a step towards Dean, who tried to scramble further backwards against the wall.

"Dean Winchester." The vampire stated. Dean continued to glare. The vampire bend down towards Dean, making Dean draw in a quick breath and again tried to go further back against the wall. "I'm Angel. This is Cordelia." The vampire gestured at the pretty brunette behind him.

Dean could feel his heart pumping hard against his chest. He knew that the vampire could sense his fear, but this only made him more uneasy. Blood was still trickling down his face, but he tried to ignore it. He only had one thought in his mind.

"What the hell have you done with my brother?" Dean's anger rising. He was angry with himself for feeling tears pressing on his eyes. He was weak. "If you have laid one finger on him, I swear…I swear…"

His voice tailed off as the vampire stood up again.

"Your brother was injured in the warehouse. We've got him in a room along the hall." The vampire said and he turned around, ready to leave.

"Is he alive?" Dean asked, forgetting his anger for a second.

The vampire stopped. He looked at the brunette, and then said, "Just."

The vampire and the brunette left, leaving Dean on the floor. He could feel grief starting to wash over him.

"SAM!" Dean yelled again, heaving at the chains.


Angel walked over towards the escalator. Cordelia was jogging besides him, nagging him for his way of handling distressed people. He knew he was lousy at it. He didn't care much anymore, but he had known that he had had to bring back the two young men after the incident in the warehouse. It had been with great willpower that he had withheld the temptation of the human blood that had gushed from the younger of the two.

"Couldn't you see how scared he was?" Cordelia exclaimed, jabbing a finger into Angel's back. He spun around.

"What would you have me do about it?" Angel snapped.

"You are just so insensitive!" Cordelia cried.

"You got to admit that she is kind of right." Doyle said, walking out of Angel's bedroom.

"How is he?" Angel asked immediately.

"Not good; and for your information I don't really like it when there is that much blood." Doyle said, and Angel noticed he did indeed look a little green. "What about the other one?"

"Shouting is no problem –" Angel began.

"Quite distressed." Cordelia interrupted. "It may have something to do with being in chains, but I don't know."

"Cordelia, we went over this. I need to find out who he is and why he killed me. In Doyle's vision." Angel added quickly.

"Then go and talk to him." Cordelia and Doyle said together.

"I'll let him cool down a bit first." Angel said as he got into the escalator.

"Where do you reckon he is going?" Doyle asked as he and Cordelia watched the lift disappear from view.

"To his office. He is probably going there to brood."

"Do you think we should talk to the other one?" Doyle asked with a nod in Dean's direction.

"I think we better wait till Angel is ready. Doyle…" Cordelia pointed behind Doyle. He turned around, but could see nothing.

"What?"

"A cockroach."


Dean had been drifting in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours. His body ached worse than ever, and his throat was burning with the lack of water. He wondered if the vampire simply waited to kill him till he could not defend himself anymore. He was just about to drift into unconsciousness when he heard footsteps approaching. He tried to wake up his body, but it felt limp and unlike his own. The vampire came into view, alone this time. "This is it." Dean thought. He even struggled lifting his head, which had transformed into lead; or at least it felt like it.

"Why were you in that warehouse?" The vampire asked him. Dean looked at him in disgust, but did not answer. "Okay, let's try and make this simpler." The vampire seemed to be loosing its temper. "Every time I ask you something; you answer?"

"Go to hell." Dean croaked.

"Been there, not planning on going back just yet." The vampire really was loosing his temper. "Why were you in that warehouse?"

Dean still didn't answer. He had no intentions at telling this vampire anything. No way. It could scream itself hoarse, punch the life out of him, he did not care. He father had at least told him to obey him; to be a good little soldier. Secretly he had hated all of it, but he had never wanted to let his father down. He knew he had, but he did not want to accept it; not yet.

"I'll come back later then." The vampire said and he was gone.

Dean looked at the place he had vanished. Maybe he should have just talked. He couldn't hold on much longer as it was. He was beginning to find it hard to focus. For the next half an hour he stared at the same pebble in the stone wall, not daring to fall asleep, though his body longed for it. The image of Sam lying on the floor in the warehouse haunted him.

When he heard footsteps again, he still did not take his eyes off the pebble. He had given up trying to pull at the chains. He was determined that he would see Sammy again and that he would not talk to the vampire. As he thought this he took his eyes away from the pebble and stared into the vampire's face. It had indeed been a handsome man when he was alive.

"I am going to loosen these chains, and I really do not want to start a fight." The vampire said, clearly quite serious.

Dean felt the chains loosen from his wrists, but he did not move. He had dealt with vampires before. He was scared of how weak he felt, though he did not want to admit it. Instincts that had been strengthened by his years of hunting kicked in when the vampire suddenly moved towards him again. In a second he had thrown himself at the vampire, who had been taken by surprise. However, Dean's movements were limited after the hours he had been sitting on the stone floor. He had been shivering slightly in the cold with pain all over his body, and the sudden movements had taken all of his strength. The vampire threw him off with ease and pinned him to the floor.

"Listen. I do not want to hurt you again." The vampire whispered as Dean struggled feebly to free himself from the creature's grasp. "Just calm down. I'll take you to your brother."

Dean stopped moving immediately. He knew not to trust these creatures, but his desire to see Sam was greater than his desire to keep fighting. He felt the weight of the vampire lift up from his back. Shaking, he pushed himself onto all fours, and then forced his legs to hold him when he stood up. The vampire seemed even taller now than he had done in the warehouse. He turned around and started walking, Dean staggering after him using the walls to support his weight. He noticed nothing of his surroundings as he walked after the vampire. They stopped in front of a door and the vampire pushed it open.

"In there." He said, nodding his head in the direction of the room.

Dean staggered inside and stopped.

There he was. Lying on a big bed as though fast asleep. Dean hurried to his brother's side, kneeling beside the bed. His brother's face was completely white. Dean felt for a pulse and to his relief found it. He was aware of the vampire eyeing him, but he did not care.

"Sammy?" He whispered softly, taking his brother's hand. To his amazement, his Sam's eyes opened slightly, moving around the room resting on Dean.

"Dean?" Dean was shocked to hear how weak his voice was.

"It's alright, Sammy. Look, you're fine. You're going to be fine in no time." Dean said, tried to assure his little brother.

"What happened to your face?" Sam asked, closing his eyes for a second. It was first then that Dean remembered that his face must be covered in dry blood.

"It's nothing, Sammy. Just a few scratches." Dean said quietly, again feeling tears pressing on his eyes.

"Good. I was…really worried…about you." Sam's eyes closed completely and he had fallen asleep again.

"I'm going to get you out of here, Sammy. Then we'll go to Bobby's. Bobby will know what to do." Dean whispered frantically into Sam's ear.


Eyeing the two men from the doorway, Angel realised that he had been wrong. He should not have chained the elder up. Cordelia had been right. He looked behind him as Doyle walked up to stand next to him.

"Anyone fighting yet? 'Cause then I would like to go before that happens." Doyle said.

Angel couldn't resist a smile. Doyle could always sound like a coward, but put to the test he was a real hero. Even Cordelia had been impressed a couple of times.

"Do you think there is any hope that he could recover?" Angel asked, eyeing the brothers intensely.

"Well, he is a lot better than when he came in. No offence, but you could have thrown he somewhere other than onto a drill."

"Thanks for the support, Doyle." Angel said sarcastically. He refused to feel guilty about this too. Had Doyle himself not said that they were the ones he saw killing Angel in his vision?

"What are you planning to do with them?" Doyle asked looking at the brothers again.

"I am going to have a nice chat with that one." Angel said, pointing at Dean who could still be seen mumbling to Sam.


I was not very pleased with chapter - maybe it's because it was one am when I finished it. Hope you like it though! Just hit the review button. :-)