--Hey guys I know these are comin fast but I have to go out of town for about three weeks so I'm doin some major crunch time!! Have fun though! I'll miss you.--

7

The air was almost gone, Sam could tell. His breaths were deep and labored. And lord was it hot. Sweat dripped from his forehead down his neck and on to his mangled back. His arms were pressed as close to his sides as possible. He was weak enough without the lack of air. His ragged gasps made his body shake and his chest come dangerously close to touching the spikes. He swallowed, he was getting angry. Frustrated. He was going to die here.

Anger welled in his stomach and he thrust his hands out in front of him, knowing the pain that would come. And it did. Sam didn't care, he pushed as hard as he could on the lid, anguish pounded through his hands, blood trickled back on his face.

"GaaaaAAHHH!" He screamed. The lid moved slightly and then fell back down as he dropped his hands. He breathed even more deeply than he had been. Drinking away his precious air faster. "Dammit." He whispered, dry sobs following. He wondered if Dean was going through the same torture, or if he was even alive. "Dean..." He moaned, closing his eyes and biting his lip. "Dean where are you?"

Complete darkness surrounded him. The air was growing hotter and hotter, thicker and thicker. He was desperate to get out, or die. Dying would be such a relief. Hell had to be better than this. He was shaking, causing more grazes with the spikes above him and next to him. He tensed as a wave of agony jumped through his body. He was starting to get lightheaded, it was hard to keep his eyes open. He was fading, farther and farther into nothingness. The air was almost gone. He drew a last deep breath and passed out, the lack of air getting to him.


1432 Westbrook was a store. Maggie was stunned. The back was a large warehouse that held inventory. Maggie wasn't sure if Lauren's vision had been wrong, but they never had before.

She pushed open the door, a light bell ringing as she did so. The sign above the register blared: Ed's Auto in bright red letters. There was interior stuff for your car lined in four aisles, a magazine rack by the register, air fresheners behind it.

"Cozy." Maggie mumbled. She walked up to the counter and rang the small bell. She waited a moment and a balding man came out of the small back room. He smiled politely.

"What can I do for you?" He asked. He didn't look like a psychopath, but looks could be misleading.

"I'm havin some car trouble." She said. Ed nodded.

"I can probably help ya out there ma'am." He said. He withdrew a clipboard from under the counter and a pen. "What is the year and model of your car?" He asked. Maggie sighed.

"A 2003 Christo." She said, smirking. Ed flinched and looked up, eyes totally black.

"Hunter." He spat harshly. Maggie grinned.

"Damn straight." Edward lunged over the counter at her. Maggie dodged him and shoved a gun in his face.

"You really think bullets will get rid of me?" He asked. Maggie laughed.

"No no bud I got these from a friend. These bullets were designed to hold holy water and salt in them. One shot of this in that fugly head of yours and your brain'll melt like a Popsicle on a sidewalk." She grinned. Edward scowled. Maggie bent down and grabbed his shirt. "Where's Sam and Dean?" She asked. Edward smirked at her. Maggie smiled and shot Edward in the leg. Edward screamed and growled at Maggie.

"I'm gonna ask you again ass-hole," She said, driving the gun into his temple. "Where's Sam?"

"Six feet under." Edward laughed. Maggie struck the gun across his face.

"Where's Dean?" She bellowed.

"Spending some quality time with Daddy." Maggie's lip curled into a sneer. She stepped back and fired the gun three times in Edward's head. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fell. Dead.

She turned and stalked out of the room and out the back door, toward the warehouse. The moonlight shone casting a dim blue light on everything. Maggie jogged toward the warehouse, the screams echoing from it driving her. Suddenly she tripped. She stood cursing, and looked down at what tripped her. It was a shovel.

Her eyes grew and she looked up at a small mound of dirt a few feet away.

Oh my god the shithead was tellin the truth. She ran over to the mound and started digging with the shovel. She dug faster and faster. Hurry up he's gonna die, hurry up he's gonna die... After what seemed like forever she hit something. A metallic clang echoing around her and shooting pain up her arm. "Dammit!" She shouted, grabbing her arm. She bent down and shoved the small dusting of dirt and revealed a metal door.

She pushed her hands underneath it and instantly pulled them back. She looked down and was shocked to find her fingers bleeding. She sighed and shoved her hands back under and pushed the door up and off the rest of the box. She looked at the inside of the lid and gasped. Small metallic spikes covered the inside and were stained with blood. She looked down inside the box and her heart started to ache.

When she opened the lid Sam took a deep breath of cool air. He started breathing, and shaking. He didn't know who had opened the lid or why and he was timid.

Maggie bent down and brushed a tendril of hair out of Sam's face. Sam tensed but didn't move.

"Mmm!" He moaned. "Please." He whispered. "Don't." Maggie shook her head.

"Shh, it's alright, it's over." She said. She took her jacket off and pushed it to one side of the box. She gently moved her arm under him and lifted up. Pulling him to one side so she didn't hurt them. He wasn't as heavy as she thought, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad. She pulled Sam up and out of the hole they were in and onto the grass.

Sam was shaking and still wary of this woman.

"What's your name?" Maggie said softly.

"S-S-S-Sam." He said. Maggie nodded and hugged him closer.

"Hey Sam. I'm Maggie. I know Lauren." Sam sighed and relaxed.

"W-wh-where's my br-br-brother?" He asked, pain in his gentle brown eyes.

"I, I'm gonna find him okay?" She said. Sam closed his eyes.

"H-hurr-ry ple-please." He begged.


Dean was yet again hit by his father. He was on his knees, nothing but a broken mess. Helpless, hopeless, and dying. Tears feel freely down his face. No pride or dignity left. He wanted this agony to end. He wanted the expression on his father's face to disappear. The hate in his father's voice and on his face.

"Pathetic nothing!" John yelled, striking Dean's ribs. He didn't care anymore. He deserved this. John had convinced him of that. His heart pounded in his ears and he was sure he was almost out of blood. He was so cold, so broken.

"Dahad..." Dean screamed. "Please!" He'd been going through this for years, at least it felt like years. His heart was shattered and bruised. He ached for some sort of comfort and relief. Maybe death...

Maggie burst through the door and almost screamed. Dean's face was bruised and bleeding, a few spots on his ribs almost black. John grabbed Dean's hair and struck his jaw, hard.

"Hey ass-hole!" Maggie yelled. John turned. "Get the hell off my friend's boyfriend!" She fired the gun and John was gone. Maggie ran over to Dean and caught him before he fell. "It's alright, it's alright." She said softly.

"Sam," Dean breathed, sobbing.

"Sam's okay Dean. Sam's fine." She said. Dean sighed and relaxed.

"Lauren..." He whispered, licking his cracked lips. Maggie bit her lip. "W-where's m-my girl?" He asked. She looked sown.

"She's not doin so good Dean." She admitted. Dean's eyes grew. "She's not hurt. Her visions...they took a lot out of her. The only one who can fix her is you." She said. Dean was going to speak, but his head fell and his eyes closed. His battered, mangled, broken body finally able to give in to the constant exhaustion he'd had to endure.


Lauren had made a decision. She couldn't live without Dean. She wouldn't live without Dean. And she would follow through with her decision, which would explain the 22' against her temple.

--Uh-oh cliffie!! Feedback time! Oh and the Sammy in the box thing was darksupernatural's idea. Not mine. She's just my partner in madness. Love you babe!--