A pair of dark brown eyes opened to the unpleasant darkness surrounding their owner. The mysterious darkness causing them to question what was happening, what was going on, and where they were. They sat slowly, eyes circling around, trying to make out any sort of light, or indication that he wasn't alone.

"Hello?"

His hoarse voice came as a shock to him, he swore just a few hours ago he'd been drinking a beer, but now he was thirsty and very hungry.

"Ellie?"

He called out, hoping beyond hope to find his twin sister, but silence met him, no matter how many times he called out, there was no sign of anything but silence. Slowly he stumbled to his feet, his hand reaching into his pocket to find his phone. Pulling it out quickly, he turned it on, only to find out that he had no signal.

"Shit."

He muttered. Turning on the torch app on his phone, he began to move around, scoping out the room. Looking around the room, all he could make out was an abandoned school room, a chalk board stood in the corner, desks were strewed across the room, some rotten and worn, others broken into splinters.

"Where the fuck am I?"

The hint of fear in the man's voice didn't go unnoticed by the person listening to him, watching him as he slowly looked around the classroom. A small wicked smirk appeared on his face as the young floppy haired man moved to the window and began to look out at the abandoned ghost town.

Peering through the window, he looked around for any sign of life outside, but the whole place looked abandoned. Slowly stepping backward, he found himself sat down on one of the old mouldy desks and let out a frustrated sigh. Should he go out there? He felt like he needed to, maybe he'd find Ellie out there, but it looked like the sort of place where he'd be murdered if he even stepped out of the room. The questioning caused him to wonder if he should turn off his torch to hide where he was.

"You're being foolish Miles, you have to find Ellie."

Standing up, clutching his phone he made his way to the door and reached for the handle, ready to open it as a voice reached his ears.

"Mind if I join you Miles?"

Spinning around, he saw a man stood across the room, standing beside where he'd been sat just moments before.

"Who are you?"

"There are a few names for me, but right now, let's just call me Santa."

"I stopped believing in Santa when I was five."

"Well that is perfectly alright, I'm not really Santa, I just come baring gifts."

Miles' curiosity began to rise watching the man across the room, who had pulled out a bottle and was holding it out to him.

"What is it?"

"Something to quench your thirst."

Miles rushed across the room and took the bottle, not caring what was inside. Unscrewing the cap, he downed the red liquid letting wash around the sides of his dry mouth as he drank it down as fast as possible.

"Better?"

Miles wiped his mouth and nodded softly, he looked down at the sticky substance now clinging to his jacket sleeve, wondering what exactly it was.

"Would you like to take a walk with me Miles? We have much to discuss."

"Where are we?"

A dark smirk appeared on the older man's face as he looked at the young man's face.

"All in good time."

"Did you bring me here?"

"All in good time."

"Where is my sister?"

"Not here."

The vagueness of the answers was starting to frustrate Miles, he wanted to know where his sister was, where he was, what exactly was going on. But it seemed that he wouldn't get those answers, not just yet anyway.

"Come."

Miles watched the man push himself off from where he'd been and make his way to the door, opening it, he stepped outside and looked back at Miles who hesitated for just a moment, before stepping out himself.

"Welcome to my games, Miles."

He seemed proud of this, his hands flung up in the air and waved around.

"Your games?"

"Yes, my special games, for special people, like you."

"What do you mean special? What are you talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough about what I mean when I say special Miles, but you are part of the elite and I want you to be my champion. The games start very soon and I want you to win them and prove that I'm right about you."

Miles listened to the man's words as they walked through the empty town, a small smirk on his lips. The praise and playing to the young man's competitive side was working.

"Your sister was supposed to be here, you were going to win this together. However, the people she met with have convinced her that you're dead and that it was me who killed you. She will not join us, she is against it. So you are going to be my champion all by yourself, think you can handle it?"

Miles froze at the mention of Ellie, his eyes looking up at the sky, wondering exactly where his little sister was. She was with other people? Who were these people? A worried look appeared on his face, he needed to win this and then go find his sister, and it was clear what he had to do.

"Yes, I can do this."

A dark grin appeared on the older man's face as his eyes flashed yellow.

"Good."

The pair stopped outside a house and he pointed to it.

"Go get some rest, you'll find out just how powerful you are when you wake up in the morning. Make sure you eat, and rest, it will be a very long day tomorrow. You'll need your strength for the games, and saving your sister afterward."

Miles looked at the man and then to the house, anything for Ellie. He didn't question him, he just turned and walked toward the house. Glancing back the man had already seemingly disappeared, but he just couldn't be seen smirking evilly in the darkness.

"Did he buy it?"

"Of course he did, I played him like a fiddle."

"Do you think he will win?"

"Of course I do, I gave him demon blood."

"But sir, I thought you wanted this to be a fair game?"

"Never mind that. I have a job for you."

The tall muscular man stood looking puzzled at his boss with his deep blue eyes.

"What is it?"

"Separate the Winchesters from her, do whatever you have to do. Just don't harm her. I want a good match between Sam and Miles when the time comes."

"Yes sir."

Without another word, the man disappeared off to begin his job, while the yellowed eyed man stood watching Miles settle into a rundown house for a night sleep.

"Sleep well, my champion. For from now on, you'll only know addiction."

A slight smile appeared on his face for a moment, before he disappeared without a trace. Leaving Miles alone, to rest his head on a musty old bed, and dream of what being that man's champion really meant.