Note: You've pretty much guessed that I've no idea what I'm doing here! I'm a FanFiction virgin Lol! If any of you would like to comment or dm me (I don't know if that's a thing here) I'd appreciate it! Thanks! ~ImmortalityWinchester~


The rain had almost stopped. The smell of the wet pavement and mud was adding more mystery and tension to the boys' after-midnight adventure.

Sam and Dean were both out of breath, soaked wet and still affected by whatever it was that creature had done to them. Hiding behind a dumpster across the street of a very old block-of-flats seemed to be the best part of their night. Baby was waiting there- where the carjacker had left her- just a two-lane road separating her from Dean. Sam took a moment to assess the building. Old, ramshackle, with its windows sealed with huge planks. «It could be the dream house for squatters or the best dare for ghost hunters!» the thought crossed Sam's mind when he realized that his brother was moving towards the car and tackled him into a pothole of rain-water and mud.

"You nuts?" Sam yelled at Dean who acknowledged the recklessness of his act by growling and looking down at his wet jeans as he pretended to clean up the mud. Sam shook his head in both disapproval because his older brother could turn into a real five-year-old when he knew he was wrong. Not more than a moment had passed when the door of the building opened just so a single person could fit to get out. It was as if the squatters or owners of that wreck were afraid of something getting in or maybe coming out.

Two people came out, one after the other, both wearing hoodies, military pants and heavy army guns. That was pretty much what the boys saw before the carjackers got into the Impala and drove off.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean tried his best not to yell but his frustration was not a friend.

"Come on!" Sam nodded Dean to follow him and they snuck to the back of the building. Sam reached for his "lock pick kit" into his pocket when a cold metal hit him in the back of his head. Sam caught a glimpse of a person in a hoodie knock out his brother, before he fainted.

His body and head felt a hundred times heavier while something warm was dripping all the way down his neck. He tried to open his eyes because he needed to make sure Sam was still kicking and breathing but he just couldn't. It took a few moments for him to realize that he was blindfolded and probably tied into the world's most uncomfortable chair.

"Sam?" he whispered as if their very bold abductors wouldn't bother to even listen.

"Yeah…"

He'd been shot, stabbed, deprived of sleep and a ton of other things during his life as a Hunter, but Sam had never felt the need to lay down into his bed and just let his beaten up and soaked head rest for a couple of nights, or more.

"You alive?"

"Y-Yeah?" a chuckle made his pain more acute but God he was thankful that moment for having Dean for his brother. He had a lot of those moments in his life and that was one of them.

"Can you move?"

"Ugh… Sure, they decided to restrain just you because of your murderous blue-steel expression!"

Sam tried to make a joke.

"It's the hair! Bad guys don't take you seriously man!"

"Shut up!"

A moment of silence ensued as the brothers made their best effort to either free themselves or make out even the smallest sound that could be a hint as to what they were up against.

"That's just, awesome!" croaked Dean.

"Those knots are a real…" before Sam finished his sentence the door behind them opened. Dean wore his defensive pout on, while Sam felt his every muscle tighten up, getting ready for the enemy to strike. More than a pair of boots must've walked in, which made the boys sweat in agony.

"I'm sorry Sam! We panicked! I thought they were Drifters!" said a young girl that couldn't have been more than 13.

"It's alright Dannie. I'm not mad." said Sam, a woman whose voice seemed firm and steady as if she'd been carrying a lot of baggage on her shoulders for too long.

"It's a good thing you didn't kill the poor bastards!" said a third woman that was investigating they boys and their head wounds from up-close.

"For God's shakes, take those blindfolds off!" the second woman barked.

The kid proceeded, cautiously, to her command. It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust.

"Great! We got jumped by Lizzie McGuire and her nannies!" Dean couldn't help but say, in his usual offensive way.

"Who are they?" said the third- rude- woman.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, knowing that she should have known better to take that information an hour ago.

"Nobody bothered to check their wallets? Really? That's why you stupid kids drop dead faster than fuckin' flies!"

Sam, the one with the heavy load on her conscience, sighed as a way to protest for her friend's harsh ways.

"Go easy on the kid, D!"

The woman, called "D" by her friend, shook her head as a way to show her disapproval. Then, she went to grab Sam and Dean's wallets from their pockets.

"Wow! Lady! I'm a little tied up at the moment!" Dean joked as she put her hand into his jean's pocket. She opened her mouth, ready to make a suitable retort, when she noticed the different ID's in their wallets and the Demon knife in Sam's jacket.

"Who the hell are you boys?" said Sam.

"It says it right there!" said Dean and then faked a wide, polite smile.

"Oh, yeah! It says it right here Sam (referring to her friend)! It's Mr. "Skywalker" and the sidekick is Mr. "Solo"! That was a good one! There's plenty more, in case you feel like you still don't know them enough Sam!"

Sam Winchester rolled his eyes and sighed, tired of this whole farce.

"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. We're Hunters."

D and her friend Sam got caught by surprise.

"Dannie. Get out and close the door." said Sam to the girl who stood there, unable to understand.

After Dannie left them alone, just the four of them, Sam and D grabbed a couple of chairs and sat in front of the boys.

"Who do you think you're going to fool?" said Sam in a calm way to Sam Winchester. It was as if she knew that she wasn't gonna get anything serious out of Dean.

"Why is that so hard for you to believe?" asked Sam Winchester.

"Because I'm Deana Winchester and she is my sister Samantha... Titan!" said D (Deana) in a ballsy and sarcastic way but that was not what made Sam and Dean stare in astonishment.