Author's note: I'm not very satisfied with this chapter, and if I ever find the motivation I might end up rewriting it, but my main goal is to just complete the story first. Also thanks to everyone who followed or favorited- I didn't expect anything on this story and it means a lot that you guys support it!

Chapter 2

"Howdy!"

Dean and Sam both jumped at the sudden squeaky voice, Sam falling backwards with a cry of alarm. Dean grabbed his arm before he could hit the ground, frantically looking around for the source of the voice.

"Down here!" the squeaky voice continued, amusement in it's tone. Dean looked down to see a flower peering up at him, smiling brightly and flicking it's gaze between the two brothers almost thoughtfully. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!"

"Oh hell no," Dean growled, raising his foot to stomp on the creature.

"Wait!" Sam cried, pulling back on Dean's arm and causing him to stumble back. It didn't matter, though, as Flowey had already popped underground with a startled yelp.

"What are you doing?" Dean snapped. "It was a monster, Sam!"

"Yeah, but it was just a flower," Sam protested. "And it didn't immediately try to kill us."

"Well, that was rude." Dean whirled around to see that Flowey had appeared behind them, an annoyed expression working its way across his face. "I'm just a flower," he continued innocently, drooping his petals and widening his eyes to play the part. "Boy, you two must be new to the Underground, huh?"

"The Underground?" Dean repeated suspiciously, suppressing the urge to smoosh the thing for a moment. Flowey grinned widely; somehow an expression that didn't seem right on the flower's face.

"Yes, silly," he said in a singsong voice that really ticked Dean off. "That's where we are right now. Things are a little different down here, but hey- don't worry, I can teach you some of the basics!" That really didn't sound promising, but before Dean could say anything, he felt an unpleasant ripping sensation in his chest. To his shock, when he looked down, there was a bright yellow heart floating in front of him. A similar heart had appeared before Sam, although his was a dark shade of red.

"What-"

"See those hearts?" Flowey interrupted cheerfully. "Those are your SOULs!"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked aggressively, shifting to stand slightly in front of Sam.

"Your SOUL," Flowey continued patiently, "it's the very culmination of your being. It starts off weak, but can grow stronger if you gain lots of LV."

"What's LV?" Sam asked curiously, peering behind his brother.

"Why, LOVE of course!" Flowey giggled.

Dean literally almost gagged.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked incredulously. "'Love makes the soul stronger? Is this some kind of awful chick flick joke? What kind of monster are you?"

"I'm a flower," Flowey replied, actually sounding somewhat offended. "Anyway, LOVE is shared through little white... 'friendliness' pellets." He smirked. "Don't worry guys, I'll give you some LOVE! Get ready, try to catch all of the pellets!"

"Duck!" Dean cried, yanking Sam down with him as the so called 'friendliness pellets' flew over their heads.

"Hey-" Sam protested indignantly, attempting to shove Dean's hands off his shoulders.

"Come on," Flowey said irritably, tilting his head to the side. "They're not gonna hurt ya. Why don't we try again?" He summoned more of the white pellets, and again Dean grabbed Sam and rolled out of the way.

"Stop it Dean- he's trying to be nice-"

"Are you stupid?" Flowey huffed angrily, flicking his leaves in annoyance. "What part do you not understand? RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS."

"Bullets?" Sam repeated, face wrinkling in confusion.

"Sammy duck!" Dean yelled in exasperation, dragging his brother out of the way of the white pellets again. However,while he managed to throw Sam out of the way, he'd neglected to dodge them himself, and one of the white pellets grazed his arm.

And son of a bitch, it hurt more than he actually thought it would.

Sam shouted as Dean stumbled back, just shy of falling, and they both watched in astonishment as the yellow heart in front of him pulsed brighter and darker for a few seconds.

"You IDIOTS!" Flowey laughed maniacally, face splitting into an unnaturally wide grin. "In this world, it's kill or BE killed!"

"I knew it," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this?" Flowey continued, voice cracking in perverted excitement. "TWO humans at once?" he laughed again. "This is quite the treat!"

A ring of the white bullets surrounded the two Winchesters, and Sam let out another squawk of surprise.

"DIE," Flowey spat, his manic laughter growing louder and louder as the bullets began closing in.

Dean grabbed Sam close and the two sat huddled in the center of the circle, Dean insisting that it was going to be okay, that a freaking flower couldn't take them down. Even if he didn't really believe it, he needed Sam to.

Just as the pellets brushed the edge of Dean's shirt, they abruptly disappeared, and a blast of white fire suddenly shot at Flowey. The flower cried out in surprise and ducked underground.

"What a terrible, nasty creature, torturing such innocent youths." Dean and Sam looked warily up from their position crouched on the floor to see a white, goat-like monster standing before them. She had white fur and paws, and wore a purple dress with a peculiar looking sigil on the front.

"Who are you?" Dean growled distrustfully, tightening his grip on his brother's shoulder. After that encounter with Flowey, he was not very keen on the idea of trusting another monster.

The goat monster smiled gently. "Do not worry, my child. I will not hurt you. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through here everyday to see if anyone has fallen." her smile faltered. "You are the first humans to have come here in a long while, and even then, I have never had more than one visitor at a time. Come with me, I will guide you through the catacombs."

Sam wriggled out of his brother's grasp and leapt excitedly to his feet- it was obvious that he trusted this thing. Dean, however, was not as forgiving, and he hung back dubiously.

"How do I know you're not lying?" he asked cautiously.

"My child, I am not going to hurt you," Toriel repeated softly, sounding almost as if she were speaking to a wounded animal. "You do not have to be afraid."

Dean glanced at Sam, who was now standing next to Toriel and fixing Dean with the full force of his puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not afraid," Dean replied stubbornly, because he definitely wasn't. Still, he sighed, relaxing his stance and trudging over to his brother. Even if Toriel was lying, what could he do about it? He was barely twelve himself- there was no way he'd be able to take on a monster like her without any weapons. The only thing he COULD do at the moment was hope she was being sincere.

The three of them passed through to the next room- Dean keeping a close eye on Sammy and staying well behind Toriel.

This room was very spacious and very purple, with a few dead leaves scattered here and there across the floor. Toriel purposefully headed up a set of stairs at the end of the room and waited patiently for the brothers to make their way over to her.

"What's this?" Sam asked curiously, gesturing at a small, yellow, glowing star-like object.

"Sammy wait-don't touch it-" Dean warned quickly, but Sam was already reaching his hand out to grasp it.

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