A/N: I have to say, One of my wonderful reviewers gave me an idea, so I ran with it. Hope you like it. D
11.
It was like waking from a much needed sleep. His eyes slowly opened to a poorly lit room. He was laying on the concrete floor. Dean set up and looked around. His eyes drifted down to inspect his own body. He remembers being hurt. Case on his arms. His brother beside his bed, worried and all.
"Sam?" A soft whisper came to his lips. His eyes traveled the room once more. As Dean looked around again, he tried to remember what happened. 'An accident. No. We were imprisoned here.'
The memory of gunfire and being chained to a wall came back to him. Dean looked back at his body again. He was wearing only his jeans. No boots. No shirt. Bearings and torture. "Sam?" The words came to his lips again.
Dean slowly got to his feet. Swaying slightly, he reached out to the wall to steady himself. It was then, Dean noticed the door was opened. He started walking over to it. The only thing on his mind was finding Sammy and getting out of there. As he slowly walked toward the door, Dean struggled to remember what his own brother looked like. It was like a fog was blocking the image of Sam from him.
Dean reached to the door and slowly walked through it only to be greeted by another room like the one he was exiting. He looked around. "What the hell." He turned around to go back through the door only to be in the same room as before. Dean stood in the doorway looking from one room to the other. "What is this, the Twilight Zone?"
It was then he heard the faint sound of laughter. Looking for one room to the other, Dean still couldn't see anything. "Who's there?" Dean calls out only to be greeted by the laughter again. Just then, a string force sent him flying through the air and Dean made contact with one of the far walls. The iron door slams shut.
The air in Dean's lung briefly exited as he fell to the hard concrete floor. He tried to gather himself before trying to stand once more. Dean started feeling a heat radiating from the ceiling. He looked only to see Sam, gutted and in a silent scream. The heat burst into flames.
"NO!" Dean screamed out as the flame quickly grow toward him.
TBC
A/N: I know this chapter is really short but don't worry, more is to come. Thanks for reading. D