Sam landed on his feet. He jumped right into the worst part of hell; a tiny little hole possibly leading into a monster-infested cavern didn't really scare him anymore. Dean wasn't so lucky. Down, down, down he went, until… Thump! He landed right on his ass. Luckily, he landed on his ass in a bed of flowers, so there was barely even a bruise.

Dean stood up slowly, "Sammy? You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Dean. I was more worried about you." The light shining through the hole aboveground barely illuminated the small space, "Looks like there's only one way to go." He took out a flashlight and shone it down a long tunnel, "That way."

They followed the hall until there was a sharp left turn, which led through an arch into another dark room. A single light shone down from another hole, revealing a small child that could have been anywhere from six years old to ten, with short brown hair, a vacant expression, a blue- and magenta-striped shirt, and shorts with brown boots, who seemed to be talking to someone…

"Is that kid talking to a flower?" Dean asked, leaning closer to Sam.

"Stranger things have happened, right?" Sam raised an arm in front of Dean, blocking his path, and they stayed hidden to listen to the conversation.

"Howdy!" The smiling, yellow-petaled flower exclaimed jovially, "I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower! Hmmm…" He trailed off for a moment, "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"

Suddenly, a small red heart seemed to leave the child's body, but they were will standing.

"See that heart?" The flower asked, "That is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV."

At this point, the child looked very confused, and a little scared. But they seemed to be able to will their souls to move different directions.

"What's LV stand for?" the flower continued, "Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?"

"Now the way he asked that is just creepy." Dean whispered to Sam.

Flowey didn't notice them, he was too focused on the child, "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" He winked, "Down here, LOVE is shared through… Little white… 'friendliness pellets.'" The flower summoned some pellets to float around him.

"Am I the only one that thinks something is off about this?" Dean demanded.

Sam shook his head, "I'm feeling it, too. Be ready."

"Are you ready?" He willed the pellets to move towards Frisk, "Move around! Get as many as you can!"

The child and their soul started chasing down the pellets, and Dean smiled at the playful determination of the kid. But then he saw the smirk on the flower's face…

"Hey kid!" He yelled, "Don't touch those pellets!" But it was too late. The child's soul had already collided with a pellet, and the child fell to the ground, feeling their soul's pain.

"You idiot." The flower sneered, his face now twisted and grotesque, "In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this!?" The flower looked up at Sam and Dean, "And for trying to foil me, you two are next!"

"Opportunity?" Sam whispered to himself, "How could killing a kid be an opportunity?" He decided that if they survived this encounter, (And come on, survive hell and be killed by a freaking flower? No thank you.) he would do more research later.

Flowey surrounded the child with the "friendliness pellets" in an unbroken circle, "DIE!" The pellets got closer and closer to the child, until Dean decided to act. He approached the flower and punched him in the… Face, he guessed? Anyway, distracting the flower caused the pellets to disappear, and the child's soul went back into their body, leaving them close to the brink of death.

Sam approached the scene and picked up the child, made sure they were still conscious, then looked at Dean, "Dude… You just punched a flower."

"Shut up." Dean snapped back. He was going to say more, but he heard footsteps coming their way, "Oh no, not more already…" But he didn't at all expect what he was about to see. Approaching them was a white goat monster, with short horns at the top of her head, red eyes, and a purple dress with a symbol on it in darker purple and white. Sam was sure he had seen that same symbol on the archway coming into the room… Yet another thing he would have to research later.

"Why hello there! Usually I only get one visitor at a time here, but I see today I have three. I see your child is injured. Here…" Resting a hand on the child's head, the nice lady used her magic to alleviate their pain. Despite her kind actions, though, Dean and Sam were still on their guard.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my children. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first humans to come here in a long time, and I have never had three at one time before. Come! I will guide you through the catacombs. This way." She led them through an archway similar to the one they just came through into a brightly lit room with two staircases leading up.

Sam caught up to her, thinking it polite to introduce himself and his brother, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We don't know what the kid's name is, they aren't ours." At this point, Sam had put the child down, seeing as they had the strength to walk again, and they were happily holding Dean's hand as they trudged along.

"Well, it was kind of you to save them, then. I was afraid I would be too late when I saw that terrible creature." She smiled at all of them, "But you have to worry no longer. I will protect you now." She started up the stairs, but they didn't follow immediately. The child was distracted by what looked like a star flashing in front of the pile of leaves between the staircases.

"Sammy… What is that?" Dean asked him.

"I have no idea." Sam responded. The child grabbed both of theirs hands and drew them closer to the star, and all three of them touched it. Suddenly pure, raw energy coursed through all of them, and the Winchester boys felt something they hadn't in a long time: strength, power, the ability to take on the world and all of its dangers. What in the world (or the Underworld) could this feeling be?

(The shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with determination.)