--Did ya like chapter 1? Good! you'll love chapter 2--

2

Lauren opened her eyes to reveal a concrete room in semi-darkness. Light shone through a small barred window touching the top of the ten foot ceiling, though it was slightly filtered from the gray sky. Her arms were behind her back, tied roughly with rope. She pulled at her wrist but knew it wouldn't budge--and she was right. She sat up, which was a difficult task considering the size of her stomach, and saw a shape at the other end of the room. She tried to stand and move toward it. She got about halfway up and was jerked back down. She looked over her shoulder and saw the rope led to a metal hoop attached to the wall.

"Aw," The shape at the other end of the room started to move. "Son of a bitch." It groaned. Lauren's eyes lit up.

"Dean?" She said. Dean looked up and smiled.

"Hey baby." He said, slightly out of breath. He pulled at the rope around his own wrists. "Dammit!" He yelled.

"Yeah, mine either." She said. Dean looked around, eyes suddenly wide and frantic.

"Sam," He breathed. "Where's Sammy?" Lauren couldn't see anybody else.

"I don't know." She said sadly.

"Dean!" They heard. The voice sounded far off, and had a small echo. "Dean!" Lauren turned behind her and saw a small vent. She bent down next to it.

"Sam?" She yelled. "That you?" She heard Sam sigh.

"Yeah, Dean with you?"

"Yeah Sammy I'm here!" Dean yelled. Sam sighed again.

"Where the hell are we Dean?" He asked.

"Besides the corner of Bum-Fuck and You Got a Perdy Mouth?" He replied, grin planted on his face. Sam and Lauren laughed. "I have no idea."

"What has us?" Lauren asked.

"I think they're just people." Sam said. "I'll tell you if I figure anything else out."

They heard noise outside the metal door. Instantly Lauren straightened up. She didn't want the bad guys to know they could talk to Sam. The door creaked open and three men stepped in. Two were wide and thick, obviously the middle guy's muscles. As for middle man he was thin, lanky, but menacing, which Dean and Lauren found strange. A fourth man came in, slightly out of breath.

"I told you to wait." Four said. Middle turned.

"I'm running this operation," He said. "I wait for no one." Four scowled. Middle turned back around and stepped forward. "Sam and Dean Winchester, and the infamous Lauren Nichols. What a pleasure to meet you. Well, I haven't quite got acquainted with Samuel yet but I will." Dean scowled and pulled at the rope behind him.

"What the hell do you want shit face?" Lauren asked. Middle walked over to her, bent down, and slapped her. Dean pulled as hard as he could at the rope and stood as far up as he could go.

"You bastard!" He bellowed. Lauren turned back to face him, feeling a small trickle of blood fall from the corner of her mouth.

"You will learn to respect me." Middle said. He stood again. "And to answer your question I want my million dollars. I know your friend has it. She's an Allshire. Everyone around here knows they have money, and so do a quite a few that don't." He was pacing back and forth between the two. Dean's lip was curled into a sneer, Lauren, however, kept her face expressionless. "My name is Raphael. And until I get my money, your life is in my hands."

Four took a step forward. "This wasn't what we agreed to." He whispered harshly. "You said we weren't going to hurt them."

"Plans change Tobias." Raphael said, smirking.

"You touch one hand on her head I'll castrate you myself!" Dean bellowed. Raphael turned to him.

"It's not her I'm going to touch." He said. He gestured for the two muscles behind him. They stepped forward and started to walk toward Dean. Now Lauren was the one pulling at her ropes.

"Fine, we'll change our statement. You touch one hair on his head I'll castrate you!" Raphael's smirk deepened.

"Oh I won't lay a hand on him my dear." He said. She scowled. Muscles number one grabbed Dean's arms while the other untied the longer rope, leaving his wrists bound. Dean instantly started to struggle against them, and was starting to win.

Muscles number two pulled out a remote size black object, pushed it into Dean's side, and squeezed it. Lauren saw a small shifting light and heard a zapping sound.

"Ahahn!" Dean cried before going limp. Muscles two pulled the stun gun away and grabbed one of Dean's arms, Muscles one grabbing the other. Dean's eyes were still open, his breath deep and he was still fighting feebly against the two men.

"You bastard!" Lauren screamed.

"Take him to where I told you to." Raphael mumbled. The men nodded and headed toward the door.

"No," Dean said weakly. "NO! Lauren!"

"DEAN!" She cried, pulling at the ropes that bound her. "No please," She begged. "Don't take him!" The men got closer to the door.

"LAUREN!" Dean yelled.

"DEAN!" She shrieked. The were almost out the door.

"Love me?" Dean asked, tears in his eyes. Lauren swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Forever." She said softly. Dean disappeared behind the door and it closed. Lauren collapsed onto the ground and started to sob. "You bastard," She whispered between cries. "You bastard." Raphael smiled and re-opened the door.

"I think it's time I got acquainted with Samuel." He said, and exited the room. Only Lauren and Tobias remained.

Tobias' expression was pained and confused. "I'm so sorry." He said. "This wasn't how it was supposed to happen." Lauren said nothing. "Your friend will pay. They always do. Then everything will be okay. Alright?" Lauren still said nothing. Tobias walked toward the door, taking one last look at Lauren, gaze shifting from her head, to her stomach. The door shut and Lauren looked up. The air was silent around her, except a small noise coming from a distance. Lauren leaned down to the vent. The noise was coming from there, and the noise was sobbing.

"Sam?" Lauren whispered. Before Sam could answer she heard a loud squeaking, the sound the doors made.

"Wait," Sam said, obviously distressed. "Stop! DON"T!" Lauren flinched. "NAHHH!"

Dean opened his eyes to a bright light and cold air pressing against him. He side was still throbbing from the stun gun. He looked down to see his chest bare, a deep, clean cut stretched a few inches across it still bleeding. His arms were around something rough and damp, he turned to try and see behind him, finding he couldn't. He looked up and saw two things. One was leaves, the other pale gray sky.

"I'm tied to a tree." He said. "The bastards cut me, tied me to a tree, and left me here." He was sitting on the ground, legs stretched out in front of him, feet also bare. He pulled at the ropes around his wrists, also finding they wouldn't budge. "Crap." He said. The wind blew, sending a shiver through his body. And to add to the predicament he was in, it started to rain.

Maggie could get the money easy. She just wasn't sure that if she gave them the money, Sam, Lauren and Dean would stiil live. She had to think this through, which wasn't something she usually did. Lauren was always there to help her out, to tell her the smart thing to do. Maggie was way to clumsy to do this on her own. She looked up from her cup of coffee she had been drinking in the small diner in town.

Everyone went about their business. Nobody had really recognized her since she had been back, and she was glad for it. She didn't like the whole celebrity thing. She liked it when people left her alone. She looked back into her mug, as if looking for the answer inside it.

She could see someone sit down in front of her in the opposite side of the booth.

"Yes I'm Mike Allshire's daughter please leave me alone." She said shortly.

"Really," A vaguely familiar voice said. "I thought you might need my help." Maggie looked up and gasped.

"Kris?"

--More later. I think that's good for tonight.--