I have nothing better to do, and my friend doesn't want to watch Supernatural.. so I'm just writing.. ;-;

Nothing really to say here, I don't own Supernatural, yadda yadda, I'll upload this today. Promise!

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I made an exasperated sound as Sam tried slamming his body into the thick metal door. It still hadn't worked. We'd been stuck down here for at least a few hours; my headache was mostly gone, only to be replaced with a new one. We weren't sure how to escape, not to mention the only exit to the room that we'd found was the door, though we hadn't been able to check more, due to the low lighting. The door had a doorknob on it, but there was no lock. It had to be on the outside. So there was no picking it.

"Dean knows where we are, like, you told him where you're hunting, right?" I asked Sam.

"Uh, yeah, him and-" Sam paused as he tried the door again. "Bobby should know at least the town where we are. We're like an hour from Bobby's house. They'll find us- they'll find the room at the motel where I was staying."

"Nice. So we're just going sit till then?" I sighed.

"Yup. I guess so." Sam responded as he came over and sat next to me on the table, defeated.

"Ah, Sam. Sam vs. Door, who will win?! Coming to a theater near you!" I joked.

In return Sam hit me with his right shoulder, almost knocking me off the table. I snickered as I righted myself.

"Not funny." He muttered, though he sounded amused.

"Aw, I thought that was a good one." I grinned.

We sat there for a while longer before I couldn't take it and began to search every nook and cranny. After a while, Sam joined me. There wasn't much to be found. There was the box of switches, the table and I'd discovered and a vent in the upper left corner above the table, right by the roof. I could barely see Sam's smile in the dark.

"Oh. No, Sam. Don't make me." I groaned.

Sam in response jumped up into the corner of the room and looked at how to take the cover off the vent.

"I need, like a paperclip, or something." He muttered.

"Oh. Fine. I, uh, I can help with that… you never know when you might need one." I told him as I took the large paperclip off of my anti-possession symbol watch around my neck.

"Are you serious?" He asked, surprised.

"Uh-huh." I said as I handed the paperclip up to him.

I'd gotten the watch a few years ago; it was a simple watch, made of a mix of silver and iron with an anti-possession symbol on it. I'd hustled enough money to get a guy to make it for me. I usually kept a paperclip on it, because why not? The paperclip was usually for when I accidently got arrested which hadn't happened in a while. I looked up as the vent creaked. Sam had managed to get one of the screws off. With a small 'plink', it landed on the table. I reached out to pick it up, only to put it back down. I walked over to the door for light and looked at my hand. Sure enough, my fingers were tinged with red. I quickly rubbed the rust off onto my pants and walked back over. The other screws took longer to get off, due to the rust. Guess no one had been down here in a long time.

I stared at the hole in the wall. I didn't want to crawl through vents to who knows where. I turned to Sam. He seemed to understand, but we also knew it was one of the only ways out, and I was the only one of us who could fit. I sighed and got Sam to help me up to it. I managed to get up into it and crawl forwards.

"Ugh. It kinda stinks in here. I'll find some way to get you out though." I yelled back to Sam. "can I have the paperclip?"

"Sure." Sam said as he pushed the paperclip up in next to me.

It was a pretty tight fit, but I managed to grab it and put it back on. If this actually leads anywhere. I continued on, following a labyrinth of vents. Eventually I reached another vent that lead to a hallway, and not just another locked room. With some difficulty I used the paperclip to take out the screws, thankfully the slats were large enough to fit my hand through. I then pushed on it, causing it to fall. In return I jumped. I rolled my eyes at myself for jumping at the sound and waited to hear if anyone had heard. Or if there was even anyone down here.

After a few moments, using my arms I pulled myself out, only to fall and land on my back, knocking the air out of me. I groaned and turned to my left side, hugging my stomach. I hadn't expected that big of a drop, even though it was by the roof. I laid there until I was better and stood up, looking around. I was in a hallway; the walls and floor were all made out of concrete, like the room Sam was still stuck in. Shiittt. I thought as I tried to remember the way back to the room. I'd just have to follow the vents and make a map in my head. I went left, back towards it and began to backtrack.

"Sam?" I called out carefully.

If Sam could call out back, it'd be easier to find him. Sadly, I wasn't that lucky. So, I continued on, trying to find him. I had been stumbling around for about an hour when I found a wider room. Inside the room was, believe it or not, a large bed, a desk, a nice office chair, and some other pleasantries that contrasted against the dirty walls and… dead bodies. Nice. I stepped around a body in the doorway and

looked around. The roof was pretty high, maybe ten feet above me, and the room was larger than twenty by twenty feet. It was relatively nice. Next to the desk was a large pile of weapons. They all seemed to be silver, probably from old hunters. I simply grabbed a silver dagger and wiped the grime on it onto my pants leg. Looking up, by the bed was another hallway, so I followed it.

"Sam?!" I tried again, only to quickly cover my mouth and listen.

From off in the distance I heard Sam yell back. Happy with this, instead of walking I began to jog, holding my new knife in my right hand. I continued on when I heard Sam again.

"Rose!" I heard him yell from behind me.

Apparently I'd almost gone past him. I turned to the door and tried the door knob. I scowled. It was still locked and the lock was a very old lock. I couldn't pick it. Which meant I'd need a key.

"Damn it, I need a key." I called through the door.

Sam responded quickly. "Alright, uh…"

"Oh! I know. Hang tight. I found the Shapeshifters base, sort of, maybe it's there somewhere?" I suggested.

"Yeah, go check there." I heard Sam sigh.

So, I turned and headed back to the large room, still careful to look for the Shifter. I checked the desk only to come up with nothing. I went around checking some drawers that were in the room, still nothing. I felt disgusted going through the clothes, who knew how many of them had belonged to some poor soul. I then turned to face the room. The bed? I wasn't sure why it'd be on the bed, but it was one of the last places to look. Moving the blankets and some of the pillows I couldn't find them. Turning around I used one of the chairs to check the tops of the wooden furniture. I found a ring of keys on top of a wooden closet, the keys looked pretty old and were slightly rusting, like everything else down here. Triumphant I grabbed the key ring and put it in my right pocket, only to turn around and bump into, well, Sam. Why is h- oh. Oh fuck. I frowned at the Shapeshifter and raised my silver knife. The creature merely laughed.

"You wouldn't attack me, would you Rose? C'mon, I think of you like a sister." He told me.

I scowled at it as I circled it. "You aren't Sam."

"Oh no? I have all of his- I mean. My memories. I know all about you. How much Dean and I think of you as family, it's adorable. Really." He mocked as he smiled at me.

"Shut up." I growled at him as I tried to stab his heart with the knife.

It deflected it and shoved me backwards. I realized since he had all of Sam's memories, he knew how to fight like Sam too. And that meant bad news for me. I'd been getting better, but Sam and Dean had been hunting for way longer and knew how to fight better. With a quick change of plan I dodged around the Shifter and started to head down the hallway from before. After reaching Sam's cell I began to unlock it, only for a hand to snatch the keys away and shove me to the ground, making my knife slide away.

"Rose?" I heard Sam call out.

I ignored his call as I was staring at, myself. She stood over me, twirling the keys on her right finger.

"Hm." She smiled.

"Dude, that's just freaky." I commented.

She was identical to me, except for the clothes. She put the keys in her pocket and grabbed my collar with her left hand. I was surprised with her strength and tried to grab my knife before she picked me up. I struggled as she held onto my collar with an iron fist, I grabbed her hand with both of mine, trying to get her to release me. I tried to punch her, but she merely grabbed my hand with her left and crushed it. With a cracking sound she released my hand and punched me, causing me to land in a pile on the floor. My head smacked, hard, against the concrete, causing me to see stars. Almost literally.

"Aghh! Fuck!" I groaned as I laid on the ground; calling out other cuss words as the Shifter stood over me.

"Rose, what's going on?!" I heard Sam ask worriedly from inside his cell.

I started to answer but the Shifter version of me answered instead.

"Oh, don't mind me." She called out, jingling the keys a bit.

"Right…" I heard Sam mutter, confused.

The Shifter smiled down at me and looked up as Shifter Sam approached us. That meant there were two Shifters. I mentally sighed.

"Got her?" He questioned.

"Yup." She said.

I didn't say anything but mentally cussed as my left hand and head throbbed. She kicked me a few times before they simply tossed me back into the small room with Sam.

"That's what you get from trying to escape. Let's go." I heard Shifter Sam say.

"You okay?" I heard the actual Sam ask as he bent down beside me.

"Dude..." I groaned. "Y- yeah, I'm good…"

I pushed my pain to the back of my mind and tried to get away from the door and made it to a far corner of the room with Sam following. He asked me again, but in response I just groaned.

"That plan was a bust..." I sighed as I sat leaning against the wall.

"Yeah. What'd they do to you?" He asked.

"Fucking crushed my hand and tossed me like a rag-doll." I said as I held up my hand.

Sam reached for it gently. "Let me see."

I winced as he lightly held my hand. He pressed around on it gently, trying to see if it was bad. I decided I'd had enough and pulled my hand away from him and tucked it underneath my right arm. He let me. Sam then sat beside me.

"So. What now?" I sighed.

"I guess we wait. You can't go out again, and I can't fit in the vents." He responded.

Since we've no other tricks up our sleeves… I thought.

"I'm tired…" I sighed.

Sam seemed to realize what I was saying.

"I'll take first watch." He told me.

I nodded and leaned my head back against the concrete wall with a sigh. Within a few moments I fell asleep.

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I'm sorry, for some reason this seems like such a short chapter… but I'll upload a new chapter tomorrow, promise! (Since, like this one, I had some free time and wrote 3 chapters! Go me!) So, yeah!

Hope you have a nice day/night where ever you are!~ ^-^

PS I meant to upload it earlier today (I wake up pretty early) but.. I got caught up reading other fan-fics… lol! x3