Dawn's head felt like someone was hitting it with a baseball bat repeatedly. She wanted nothing more than to lay there till the pain subsided but knew that she really needed to find out why her head was hurting, and quite possibly kill the one responsible. She opened her eyes and attempted to sit up. Groaning, she returned to her previous position. "Why me?" she asked.

"I was just asking myself the same thing," someone answered.

Dawn immediately tensed. "Who's there?" she asked, mentally preparing herself for the headload of pain that would come if she had to make any sudden movements to defend herself.

"Sam Winchester," the someone answered.

Dawn racked her brain. Nope, not ringing any bells. "You're going to have to give me more than a name or I might have to get violent."

"We… uh… 'met' at the Roadhouse. You know, the bar that Ellen owns?"

Dawn furrowed her eyebrows. "You the guy whose brother has a big mouth?"

Sam smirked, although Dawn couldn't see it. "Yep, that's about right."

Dawn heaved a big sigh. She might not know this guy, but she felt he wasn't dangerous. After all, he was in the same position as her. Plus, he was a hunk. "Sorry to get all interrogatey, but I didn't recognize the name, and, well, I was just kidnapped." Sam actually laughed at that. "Glad to see my suffering causing so much amusement." She couldn't help but giggle herself.

Dawn could hear Sam moving towards her. She squinted and could barely make out the white of his t-shirt; there wasn't much light wherever they were. "Where are you?" Sam asked, trying to make her out himself.

"I'm on the floor," Dawn answered.

Sam shifted his gaze and after a few seconds of focusing, he could finally see her outline. "What are you doing down there?"

"I'm hurt," Dawn replied, "My head feels like it's going to explode and moving makes it worse."

Sam knelt beside her. "I'm going to help you sit up. It'll only hurt for a second." He reached down and Dawn wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Sam mirrored her position and pulled. Dawn whimpered. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Yeah, for you. You're not the injured one here. I think I'm bleeding."

"Hold on for a sec," said Sam, fumbling around his pockets. Finally, his hand closed around a lighter. After a couple tries it finally lit. They both squinted as their eyes adjusted to the light. Holding the lighter to Dawn, he examined her head for injuries. Sure enough, on the back there was matted blood.

"It looks like you hit your head, but it not bleeding anymore." He stood up and searched the wall for a light switch. Finding none, he took his search to the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Dawn asked, finding it odd to be looking at the ceiling when they should be looking for a way out. After a few more moments and an 'aha' from Sam, the room was bathed in light. Sam stood a few feet from Dawn, a smug look on his face, his hand just leaving the chain from the light above him.

"And God said let there be light," he quoted one of the more famous lines from the Bible.

Dawn snorted. "Alright then, God, mind telling me where we are?"

Sam frowned. Now that he could actually see things, he looked about the room. There wasn't much there, except a couple of shelves which were empty. "I think we're in a basement somewhere." He noticed there was only one entrance to the room. Making his way to the door, he tried to open it. "It's locked," he said when it wouldn't budge.

"Well, that's just peachy."

Sam ran his hands over the door and knocked a few times. "I don't think I could break the door down. This thing's pretty solid."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Move over tough guy, I think I can handle this." Sam stepped aside as Dawn slowly made her way over. She pulled the pin that was holding her bangs back and proceeded to bend in into shape. After a couple of tries, she managed to unlock the door. "See," she grinned over her shoulder. "Piece of cake."

Sam frowned, "I could have done that."

Dawn rolled her eyes again. "I'm sure you could have. Still, its one of the few things I can do that Buffy can't; figured I should learn since I can't just kick doors down like her or Spike."

Sam reached around her and pulled the door open. "Ladies first," he said gesturing towards the exit. Dawn, sensing some hostility coming from Sam, probably because she attacked his manhood or something stupid like that, crossed her arms and huffed. She paused for one more eye roll before turning to leave.

She immediately fell on her ass when she walked right into something. Rubbing her nose, she looked up to see what had dared to get in her way like that and gasped.

"Hello, Dawn."