Chapter 9: SLAM!
Sam

Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap ! Of course this had to happen! The second Dean comes to rescue me, Charlotte shows up and traps him in here along with me. I swear, Dean and I have the worst luck ever!
"Charlotte, I will kill you!" I exclaimed.
"Good luck doing that in there Sammy." Charlotte said. "And with you brother having to help you stand up, I don't think you could do it from out there."
It was true. Dean was still holding me so I wouldn't go crashing down toward the cold, stone floor. I was almost bled out. But what was worse than that was that Dean was trapped and might get killed in here. He also would have to watch me die. Sit here and watch as I bled out with nothing he could do.
"Listen. You can take me and do whatever you want to me. Just please… Let Sammy go." Dean said. I could tell how desperate he was by his tone and I didn't like what he was saying.
"Dean-"
"Sam."
"C'mon Dean, you know that I'm not making any deals with you! I've got both Winchesters, exactly what I wanted. There's nothing you could ever offer me to make this sweeter than it already is." Charlotte explained.
I recognized the expression on Dean's face. It was the look he had when he felt like he had failed completely.
"I will kill you, you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.
Charlotte had a thrilled look in her eyes as she turned away and headed back up the stairs. Once she was gone, Dean helped lower me to the ground and knelt next to me. I felt defeated and useless more than ever. My stomach was in a white-hot pain that I wished I wasn't enduring. I wanted to just die now so Dean didn't have to sit here and watch me suffer.
"I will kill her. I will kill her!" Dean said.
I gave him a small smile. "Yeah. Too bad I'll miss that."
Dean looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. "Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no! You are not going to die Sammy! There's no way in hell I'm going to let you die here!"
I looked down at my shirt. I think I'd stopped bleeding, but the amount of blood I'd already lost…
"Dean… I'll be dead within the hour." I said slowly. "Maybe I should just stop trying to-"
"No! You can't give up! No way Sammy, no way!" Dean exclaimed.
"I don't want you to sit here and watch me suffer Dean. I don't want to sit here and suffer." I said.
"Well tough, you're not dying." Dean said.
I slowly lay myself down on the stone. I looked up at the ceiling of the dungeon for a moment. It was getting darker.
"Sam!" Dean yelled. He was shaking me.
I hadn't even realized that my eyes were closed. I was probably on the verge of dying there. I guess that death would have been too peaceful for Sam Winchester though.
"I'm awake Dean…" I muttered, opening my eyes slowly.
"You better be." He said. He sounded like he was trying to be angry and commanding, but his eyes were filled with concern which made me feel really bad.
I continued to silently stare at the ceiling.
"You're not gonna die." Dean said to me. Usually I wouldn't have said anything back to that. Usually he said that with a tone that told me he was as much convincing himself as he was me. But this time he sounded absolutely positive.
"How are we getting out?" I asked, knowing Dean had an idea.
Dean took out his cell phone. "I hate getting help from police. But if we simply call 911, someone will come and get us."
"Dean you're not thinking straight." I muttered.
"Yes I'm thinking perfectly straight." Dean argued as he dialled one number.
I reached over and knocked the phone out of his hands. "Dean! If we call for help, Charlotte will know and probably kill us right now. She will also kill the help that you call!"
Dean sighed and lay down to stare at the ceiling beside me. "Any ideas Sammy?"
"Not one…" I replied. Calling Bobby had crossed my mind, but I knew that would get Dean's hopes up that he could get me out of here alive. But Dean himself did need to get out. Maybe with my last breath I should mention that he could call Bobby to get him out. If Charlotte hadn't cut off the reception here that is.
Dean stood up and headed towards the metal door. He started kicking it and banging on it. I sat up to watch him better. I didn't know what that would even accomplish other than get Charlotte mad.
"Dean, what are you trying to do? Kick the door down? Because that's not happening." I informed him.
He sighed in annoyance. "Sam, just shut up for a second, please…"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure. You just continue trying to kick that door down when you obviously can't…"
It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. He started to kick the door again. He did that for a few more minutes before I heard a door slam opened.
"Dean…" I said warningly.
Dean stopped kicking the door and looked through the window in it. "Charlotte. You let-"
"Shut up Dean! Can you not let me celebrate that I have the Winchesters and they're both going to die!?" She exclaimed through window.
I slowly and carefully stood up. I started to approach the door.
"No you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled back.
Charlotte sighed. "Dean, Dean, Dean… Do you want your brother to endure more pain before he dies?"
He looked back at me for a second. He looked slightly shocked that I was now standing up and walking towards him. I was almost tumbling down after every tiny step.
"No. Leave Sammy alone." Dean said. He sounded incredibly determined.
The scene was ruined when Dean got slammed back against the stone wall. Charlotte opened the door and stared at me expectantly. I caught eye of the demon killing knife on the floor a few feet away. She hadn't taken it from Dean when he had gotten locked in here. I took one step towards the knife when I was stopped. Charlotte slammed me against a wall and I lost consciousness.

-SUPERNATURAL-
Dean

Charlotte had slammed me hard against the stone wall and I fell to the ground. I was lying on the floor in pain for a second, but tuned back into what was going on when I heard a slam. When I focused on the scene I saw Charlotte holding the demon killing knife smiling viciously at me. I looked around for Sam and saw him unconscious beside the stone wall. I rushed over to him and immediately checked for his breathing. He was only barely still alive. I didn't know if he'd last another five minutes without any serious medical help.
I looked over at Charlotte. Pure anger and hatred had welled up in me. I was going to kill this bitch if it was the last thing I did, which it possibly could be. She just continued smiling as she slammed me against the wall again. I stood up as quick as I could and she just rolled her eyes and slammed me against another wall. I wasn't even up when she slammed me again. She did it one more time and I was knocked unconscious.