Soooooo, I may have lied about not uploading another chapter until I hit ten reviews lol. Seriously though, I just banged this one out tonight, and I had to post it simply cause I loved it that much. However, I really do need to start keeping to my word though. Despite how much I just love Dean, Sam, and my OC's dynamic in this chapter. Plus I figured this would give y'all a bit more of a feel for the story to get your interest piqued as well, cause the last chapter didn't really have much to go on….that much even I know. Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you to my one reviewer for the last one… Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967….thanks for being awesome with the love.

Anyway, let's get this show on the road shall we…. Here's another another new edition of The Broken Key.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWNSUPERNATURALin anyway, shape or form, (as sad as that fact may be for me.) The only thing I own is whatever original characters that I make-up that were not on the show. So please SUPERNATURAL, don't sue a girl here for loving your show, besides I'm broke anyway, and all you'll get is the shirt off my back….. probably thrown in the direction of Jensen Ackles or Misha Collins, so take your pick LOL. Seriously though, I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL ONCE AGAIN!

+Waking Nightmare+

Pain

That's all I felt.

Maybe a little bit of despair was mixed into the equation too, but the pain…..the pain was unbearable. There was no way to even quite describe it. No words or experiences could help someone else make sense of the torture I felt in between those small flashing images that were currently skating across my vision. Flashes that made me feel as if I was on the red carpet alone, with a thousand cameras going off in front of my eyes… the heat of their intensity burning every piece of flesh off of my bones….never quite being able to recover from the last before my vision would be blurred again by another lightning strike.

If I had been epileptic, the mere strength of the images alone that were going off in my mind would have sent me into some of the worst seizures known man, but I wasn't, and that was the least of my worries at the moment as another wave agony swept across every nerve cell within me.

The sound of chains chinking together and blood curdling screams mixed together to form some sort of morbid lullaby meant to draw me down to my own knees. Before long, I found some of my own anguished bellows trickling up the back of my throat, and far out past my very chapped and dry cracked lips.

Images of black billowing smoke and dark eyes filled with an intense ravaging hunger ran rampant across my mind, and even as the bone-chilling laughter sliced through the air around me, I couldn't help but stare in horror at the faces covered or smeared in dark red blood filling my vision every few seconds as they looked down upon me in disgust.

What was this?

Where was I?

How did I get here?

Another wave of bone crushing pain filled my entire body once more, and it seemed to seep all the way into the very pit of my soul, as if wrapping a vice like grip against my heart. It was all almost too much to bear. I was nearly at the point of giving up. Of accepting my the fate laid before me, but then... suddenly… it all just… just stopped.

There was this bright, almost warm and reassuring presence of light surrounding me now, and I heard it… almost like it was the actually salvation to the horrors taking place around us. I even felt it's presence of power as it whispered out soothingly in this strange, almost ethereal voice, "You're going to be okay. Everything's going to be alright. I'm here now."

However, as if lulled into a false sense of security by those mere words, I found myself letting my guards down, and even allowed myself to enjoy the peace that this new experience around me had brought with her. Relaxing my body, and letting my mind drift off, I was just starting to enjoy that new tranquil-like emotion, when I felt the being reach out, and place it's white-hot palm across my shoulder blade. Instantly, the pain returned, and with it….the feeling of floating through the air… of being dragged by what almost felt like a speeding comet…..and then….nothing.

Nothing.

It was such a simple word, and yet so hard to describe.

Though that's what I had felt, and I'd take that over what I'd had before any day of the week… but the feeling wasn't meant to last, and before long the voices drifted back in to consume my mind. Words and faraway tones seemed to echo around me as if I'd been placed inside a box; a drum that seemed so thick, that I could barely catch the garbled mess being spoken heatedly around me.

"What happened? What kept you so long? We were beginning to worry, sister," I heard a voice finally speak from above me for what felt like first time I heard English language in years. It was soon quieted by another hurried, but softer tone; one that sounded almost smoother than actual velvet itself as it gave it's own meeker reply back to the women. I wasn't able to hear it as much as feel it through the drone of my own ear drums, but I was still able to feel the new sensation of being carefully laid upon a cool but hardened surface. Along with a gentle hand now reaching out to brush itself against the side of my cheek, to remove the fly-away strands of hair that had gathered there.

"We can't….grrrmmghhh….she has to…..grrmmmgghhh…..it has to be her….," came another newer voice from further away. However, the words were once more muffled by the drone within my ears again, and not only that, but also the distance the person had put between us.

"It seems all we can do now is hope she is unassailable. I believe in her, though. She is strong; resilient even. That much I can tell, and that much I can feel from her. She'll find us what we need. Trust in the key. We all must with what's to come," a voice whispered closer to my ear now in what seemed like a voice so soft that I knew it had to be of a younger woman….a woman with a voice that even angels would have envied….one more comforting than any I'd ever heard spoken to me my entire life. The kind of voice that makes your entire body relax, and mind instantly feel at ease. I barely even registered the words she'd just spoken…..just the sound that came from her was enough to hold my attention after what I'd heard not long ago.

"That we must. Now, hurry, we must go. Before the brothers return, and your own finds you here. She'll be safe...for now," the stronger voice insisted, before I felt one last soft caress of the woman's fingers across my forehead, and then…..nothing.

Nothing but the sweet lullaby of peace once more.

And it could have went on forever, if not for the sound of…..

HOOONNNNKKKK!

"YEAH, FUCK YOU TOO, YOU ASSHOLE," a voice boomed from somewhere within the fogginess around me….along with the sound of a running engine revving beneath me, and the sound of two rustling forms not to far off. Immediately, I found myself now assaulted by the strong smell of leather seats, and decaying bags of old fast food cartons. However, that wasn't what struck me as much, as it was the underlying manly odor wafting it's way up into my nose, or the strangely lingering sweet scents of honey, whiskey, and cinnamon mixing together within the air; not to mention the obvious manly aftershave and the slight hint of motor oil just barely resting in the background behind the others.

Groaning in mild discomfort, as my other senses returned, I felt the pounding headache once again return with a vengeance as it lingered just out of reach to my currently prying hand. Not to mention I now had a horrible ache at the small of my back. The kind you only get after laying somewhere for far to long in a more than awkward and unladylike position.

"Shit. Dean! I think she's waking up finally," a voice mumbled from what seemed like far away, before I heard the sound of rustling fabric twisting upon leather from in front of me. Suddenly, I found a hand reaching out to me with a cold wet rag to dab gently against my forehead.

"Here, this will probably work better for that," the comforting voice muttered, as I tried to swipe away their hand, and take the rag from them; more than annoyed at this point with everything else going on around me. Pressing it against my forehead, I nearly sighed in relief at the easing sensation it brought; not even caring one bit that the rag was absolutely soaking wet at that moment, or even that the water was currently trickling down my face to pool against my my already sweat-drenched, and long, blonde locks.

However, my peace was soon shattered once more, when I heard the man politely clearing his throat from above me again. This time I found him placing something else harder, but much cooler against my forearm.

"Here, you should probably drink this too. It oughta help," he offered, as I reached out my other hand blindly to take the item from him.

It was a bottle, ice cold at least compared to the wet rag currently sitting on my forehead. Giving the guy a tiny nod in thanks, and without so much as flourish or even a care, I quickly slapped the rag away against the back of his seat, as I placed the cold bottle to the top of my head, and groaned in both pain and relief.

"Not what I meant, but if it works, I guess," the man chuckled from above me, as I tried once again to place were I was at.

Pulling the bottle away, as sweat droplets leaked off of it and fell against my forehead, I quickly found myself reaching up to use that moisture to help rub some of the blurriness away from my eyes. Quite literally seeing stars as I did so, mind you.

Leaning further up against the hard leather surface behind me, I braced my hand against the back of the seat next to me to steady myself, immediately hearing a groan and a growl from the front. However, I could care less about that person's discomfort at the moment, as I began wondering just where exactly I was at. Yet, upon trying to voice said concerns out-loud, I found that all that would make it's way past my dry chapped lips was just a mere squeak.

"Here, like I said, drinking this would probably help more," the voice laughed again, as the other one grunted next to him in annoyance once more.

I heard the sound of a bottle being opened, along with the cap coming lose and dropping to the floor in their haste. However, within a matter of moments, I found another drink once again being shoved near my hand eagerly.

Physically having to prompt my hand to lift itself up to my mouth, I finally managed to take one good swig of the ice cold water within the container before I found my throat instantly feeling less scratchy and more alive than it had ever been before. Whatever dry and sandy feeling had once been there, was now replaced with the smooth wet surface of flesh again….as well as my sudden intense thirst, as I raised the bottle once again to drain across my lips, and maybe partially across my chest. Chugging the remaining liquid down, I finally tried to sort out my last annoying issue, as I reached up to rub at my eyes once more. Within minutes, my vision started to clear, as the stars and blurriness that remained all but disappeared. Finally, I was able to see my surroundings.

Which wasn't anymore reassuring than my current predicament had been.

Looking around, I found that I was currently sitting in the backseat of some type of old car, with my back resting against the door, and head leaning against the window. My feet were half-on/half-off the tan leather seats, as they dangled dangerously close to something that looked like it should have been thrown away two days ago.

Sliding them further up the seat, and groaning once more in pain from the stiffness I found circulating within them, I barely had time to register the tickling feeling that came from sitting in one position to long, before a gravelly voice demanded, "Now, do you want to start off by telling us just who the hell you are, and why the hell you were in our hotel room this morning, princess."

Scowling at the harshness of his voice, and the demeaning comment that he had muttered my way. I instead tried to focus once again on placing where I was, and just what had happened to end me up in my current state. However, it didn't seem to take all that long now. As if a light bulb had gone off inside my head, everything suddenly came rushing back to me from before.

The bathroom.

The hangover.

The TV.

Supernatural.

Jared and Jensen.

Jared and Jensen IN MY ROOM.

SAM AND DEAN?!

OH SHIT!

"No kidding there sweetheart," Dean's aggravated voice called from the front of the car once again, as I suddenly realized that that last thought had been mentioned more so out loud, than in my actual head.

Turning faster than I probably should have towards the front, I found THE Dean Winchester currently glaring at me in his rear-view mirror, as THE Sam Winchester currently leaned over the seat near me, giving me what some would describe as his famous puppy dog look full of sympathy.

My heart instantly sky-rocketed up and into my throat as the panic attack began to finally settle in. Whatever grogginess I'd had previously from my hangover was instantly wiped away from my very being, as my eyes settled past them, and onto the moving road at the front windshield; cars and trucks were now passing us quickly, as Dean began to slow the car upon seeing the panic building up within my eyes. All but spelling future trouble ahead for the two 'brothers.'

I'm sure he knew that look all to well given what he deals with on a daily basis at least.

It was the kind of look that practically screamed, "WHAT IN THE HELL!" or the ever more classic, "RUN! NOW!"

"I wouldn't do that if I was you. I hear road rash is a real bitch," Dean warned from the front seat again, as he saw my hand inching closer to the door handle beside me."Now, once again, who the hell are you, and what were you doing in our hotel room this morning?"

Practically growling in anger at this point at his attitude, and already feeling more than a little disoriented, I could feel that proverbial cable on my my mood swing finally snap by this point. Whatever scared little victim they thought I was in the beginning….well, let's just say I was more than awake now, and more than capable of playing the uncooperative captor if they didn't want to pull this car over right this fucking second.

"I think the better question to that is, WHY AM I IN A FUCKING CAR GOING DOWN THE HIGHWAY RIGHT NOW! YOU KNOW, INSTEAD OF IN SAID FUCKING HOTEL ROOM," I practically screeched in both anger and panic, as I felt the hyperventilating stage slowly start setting up root within my lungs. Dean nearly swerved off the road in shock as my voice boomed from the back seat, but within a matter of seconds he'd righted the car, as he bellowed back to his brother, "Sam! Do something! Calm her down!"

"What the hell am I supposed to do," Sam grumbled holding his ears in pain, as my eyes and head kept turning back and forth between them; not to mention keeping my eye on the door as I tried to figure out just how to get out of the vehicle safely, and away from these two nut-jobs in front of me….which, they had to be nut-jobs, right?

There was just no way that I was actually sitting in the backseat of the real Impala right now. Baby didn't exist in real life… well she did… multiple versions of her I'm sure… but, you get what I mean by now, right? Not to mention the fact that I could barely fathom that any of this was even real at this point...that the two guys arguing in front of me were the the actual Winchester brothers for that matter. Stuff like this didn't just happen in real life. It made no sense. There is no such thing as alternate dimensions, or ending up in your favorite fandoms! It's just not...it's not real, alright?

Either way, at this point I was absolutely sure of one thing. That these….these….doppelgangers of Jared and Jensen were crazed maniacs at this point….or that I must be getting punked or some shit. YES! That's it! Oh dear God, please just let me be getting Punked by my family or friends or...or...or something! I mean, I know I had done a lot of bad shit here lately in life, and made a lot of wrong choices, but there was no way this was happening to me right now! It made no sense….it just didn't….

"There is no way this is happening right now," I muttered in pure panic, as I once again began trying to reach for the door handle.

"Heyheyhey! Calm down! Don't do that! You're going to hurt yourself," Sam said trying to placate me once more as he had done before. Sadly though, we'd already missed that bus stop awhile back, as my heart rate quite literally reached the roof now. Glaring daggers at both him and the door handle that just would not give underneath my hands, he finally seemed to realize his attempts at calming me verbally at this point were going to be fruitless, as he finally gave in and reached his body further into the back seat to try and stop me.

Swiping away at his wandering hands as I pressed myself further back into the seat to avoid him, I hissed out threateningly, "Don't you dare touch me, and don't tell me to calm down! I AM CALM!"

"LADY YOU ARE FAR FROM CALM," Dean yelled back, as he finally yanked the car out of traffic, and down the next exit ramp.

"EXCUSE ME, LADY!"

"DEAN! NOT HELPING," Sam all but screamed, as he finally gave up trying to reach for me, and instead decided to fully climb into the back seat with me. I tried once again to swat him away, but he was much bigger than me, and definitely much strong than myself. Within no time, and what with the front seat no longer hindering his process, he'd had me manhandled into some kind of awkward bear hug, as Dean more than literally swerved into the nearest gas station, and slammed the car into park.

Now that he was no longer impeded either at the task of driving, Dean finally flung himself around in the front seat, as he leaned over it to try to give Sam some help in his attempt at keeping me from bolting.

I guess I could give Sammy boy this at least….he was strong….definitely sturdy, and even with his brother helping him, the two of them were more than a force to be reckoned with. However, in my earlier days of dealing with my former ex, I had learned a thing or two between the actual fighting or play fighting we would find ourselves within. I knew the many advantages of my own body now, and that's something these two didn't know, and something I was more than intent on using within this moment.

Number 1. TEETH

"OWSONOFABITCH," Dean cried out in anguish, as he yanked his hand back against his chest to cradle it in shock.

Number 2. RELAX YOUR BODY AND BECOME THE SNAKE

"Are you done no...NO NO WAIT! STOP," Sam gasped, as I suddenly placed all my dead wait on him, and quite literally began twisting my body out of his arms like an actually snake. It hurt like hell, and felt a lot like rug burn as his grip tried to hold onto my skin, but something in the back of my mind told me that I had felt more pain than this before.

Number 3. DISTRACTION AND DISTANCE

"NOT MY CAR!" Dean yelled as I threw the leftover take out bags at them, before quickly reaching for the door handle again.

I had just barely gotten it open, and started to crawl out when a hand reached out from behind me again, and not so kindly, took a good grip on the back of my tank-top and bra strap. Twisting around, I moved on to phase four.

Number 4. NAILS ARE A WOMEN'S WEAPON

"CLAWS SAM! SHE'S GOT FUCKING DEMON CLAWS! A LITTLE HELP," Dean screeched, before finally losing his grip again, as I quite literally threw myself forward, and fully out of the car.

Giving the boys little time to catch up with me, and paying no mind to other car doors now being swung open from behind, I finished with the final phase of my escape plan.

Number 5. RUN LIKE THE BITCH YOU KNOW YOU ARE

Which, of course, would have normally been easy under normal circumstances, but of course this is my luck we're talking about, and we should all know by now how that always goes.

I'd barely made it a few feet, when the heel on the bottom of my boot slipped out from underneath me, and within seconds I found myself face planting against the hard asphalt below.

Groaning in pain, I tried to heave myself back up, but it was no use. After all of that I had already over-exerted my body far to much by this point, and instantly my arms fell beneath me like melted jello. Panting in exhaustion, and struggling from the pain now coating my entire being at this point, I could already feel droplets of blood trickling down my skin….almost as if it was the last of my energy leaving me. Slamming my head back down against the asphalt, I let out one last deafening scream in defeat, before completely going still. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps hurrying up behind me.

Tears and blood now both streaming down my face, and the rest of my body now aching in both pain and exhaustion, I felt the first few sobs bubble up from the back of my throat at my predicament. I felt utterly defeated and useless, and at this point I really didn't care what happened to me. It's not like you can fight fate, or bad luck. Karma just has a way of screwing you over either way, and god knows I deserved whatever punches she had to throw.

Taking a deep breath, as the footsteps stilled behind me, I slowly used what last of my strength that I had to raise myself up into a sitting position upon the concrete. Carefully reaching up, I wiped away the blood and tears now coating my face, and grimaced at the trail they'd left upon my arm when I'd pulled it away. Without much of a care at that point, I took one last good look all around me, as I took in my surroundings, already knowing that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that I was screwed from the get go.

We were quite literally in the middle of nowhere, in front of some run of the mill gas station/diner, and there was absolutely no other cars parked around us; not even passing by us on the road. On top of all that, I didn't even know where I was, or even how to get home….if I could even go home at this point. Not to mention the ever present problem of, if they didn't know how I got here, then how the hell had I exactly?

Everything was unfamiliar, everything felt strange, not to mention I felt worse than I ever had in my entire life at that moment, and….well….for the first time in what felt like a long time I let the tears happily flow without even trying to stop them. Before long, even the quiet sobs took over, and I found myself trying to look as small as possible to the two men now watching me awkwardly from behind, as I let the breakdown finally take over.

With what I'm sure were wide eyes, heaving chests, and battered and bruised bodies, I more so heard the boys silently muttering to one another about who was going to take the lead on this one. Either way, they both knew someone was going to have to bite the bullet and calm the crazed women in front of them. I honestly didn't even care if they did at all. As far as I'm concerned they could have just turned back around, gotten into their car, and drove off into the sunset never looking back.

Like I said once before, I hated pity.

Either way it looked like Dean must have lucked out, because suddenly, a large lumbering shadow came to linger over me, as the person came to take a seat beside me on the asphalt. I could just barely hear the footsteps of the other one retreating back to the car, as Sam turned to me to say, "Listen, we are really sorry about everything. It just got out of hand, and we should have understood how you'd feel about all of this. We didn't mean to scare you, or come on that strong with whatever you've been through, which, no offense, seems like quite a lot from the looks of everything. So what I guess I mean to say is, are you okay?"

Blinking back tears, as my eyes continued to stare off into the distance in defeat, I mumbled back to him, "No, and I just want to go home."

Eyes softening at my whispered words, his warm large hand came down to cautiously rest against my shoulder. This time, I didn't even try to pull away from it, and instead, found myself leaning into the small comforting gesture. Even if it was fake….even if this Jared doppelganger planned to kill me or worse...at least I could find comfort for a moment in that small gesture.

"That's all we want for you to, but first, we just need to ask you a few questions if that will be alright. We don't even know who you are, or where you came from, so we don't even know how to get you back there, but if you help us...well we might just be able to," he mumbled softly near my ear, as he reached around me with his other hand, and gently began to rub comforting circles across my forearms in a calming gesture, as if trying to reassure me with his mere touch that everything was really going to be alright.

Sadly though, it seemed far from it, especially now as my mind seemed to calm itself as I took everything in around me once more.

Shaking my head, I sniffled, before whispering a near croaked reply, "I don't think you can, actually."

"Why not," he asked almost affronted by my admission, but still trying to remain calm given all things. With a sigh, I finally turned my head to look at him with blurry eyes soaked in both tears and blood at this point. Grimacing at the sight upon my face, he carefully reached out to try to dab some of it away, as my body shook in both pain, exhaustion, and fear of my situation.

Gulping back the lump now settling in the back of my throat, I tried to figure out how to put into exact words of just what was really going on… of what I already knew. Taking another deep breath, I chuckled out almost sardonically in a watery tone, "Because I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore, Toto."

Tilting his head in confusion, his eyes widened in both concern and slight fear at my words. I could almost even see the millions of questions swimming deep beneath the dark pools of his eyes, as he quietly asked, "What are you talking about?"

Shaking my head, I turned back to stare at the open road in front of us, instead deciding to ask him one of my own questions for mere clarity at this point, "Your name really isn't Jared or something else is it? It's Sam Winchester, I'm guessing?"

Eyes definitely now wide both in fear and surprise, I felt him back off a bit, as he stuttered, "How do you…."

"Because I just know. Just like how I know everything that's happened, or is going to happen in the next few months for you and for your brother, but I also know that I'm not supposed to be here, Sam. In fact, I….I think...I think, I'm s-supposed to be d-dead," and upon my own words, the revelation hit me like a ton of bricks as another round of sobs came tumbling past my lips.

Even as the pain finally made itself known in my shoulder. Even as I reached up to place a hand on the very real burnt piece of flesh over the top of my collar bone in the shape of a delicate hand print, I just knew. Especially, when I saw Sam's eyes track my hand's movement up to the wound, I just knew. Why? Because the shock in Sam's eyes were more than what he could even say in words, as everything hit him all at once. It didn't take much to realize what he was thinking, as he reached out to brush my hand away, and look at the mark himself.

It was the same mark that rested on Dean's shoulder.

The very same mark nearly left by Castiel when his brother had been drug out of…

Clenching my eyes shut, and grinding my teeth, the memories all but leaked back into my mind no matter how hard I tried to push them away this time. They just kept coming over and over. One after one, until it felt like my breath had been knocked right out of me.

Within that moment….I just knew. Whatever false illusions I'd had before were just as quickly wiped away, and left with a more than startling reality.

Those dreams I'd had before waking up in their car….

They hadn't been just dreams.

They had been real, and they were real memories.

Memories of my own time spent in hell.

Memories of me… of me being dragged out of hell by someone….someone other than Castiel.

And now…..now I'm here.

In a world that isn't supposed to exits, with a very real Sam sitting beside me, and now a very real Dean walking up behind us.

"Oh God. What have we done to her now," Dean asked in near panic and slight irritation, as he took in Sam's own expression of disbelief. However, before another word could be uttered from his brother, Sam quickly got to his feet, and helped me to mine. Spinning me around, and pulling back the collar of my tank top gently, he replied, "Dean, I think we got a problem. This look familiar to you."

That's all it took as I watched the blood drain out of Dean's own face. Eyes bouncing back and forth between the hand-print, Sam, and then me, he finally settled on my eyes with his own startlingly nervous pair. Swimming in the depths of those deep emerald pools, I saw almost a...I wasn't sure what to even call it….but I did know one thing.

It wasn't pity Dean Winchester was looking at me with.

No, it was understanding.

We were both in the same boat now.

If only he knew how much worse it was going to get from here on out. Not just for him….but for the both of us.

Welp that's all folks! Seriously though, if you really did like the chapter, or the story so far, I'd really appreciate a review or two ;-) to help amp me up to write another one. Even if you just give a thumbs up or down will be fine and very much loved either way. I just want to know how I'm doing so far. I'm really unfamiliar with this fandom, and what makes it worse for me is that I'm an OC writer, and I know that doesn't sit very well with most out there. So some positive feedback would be nice. As for any grammar mistakes from before, now, or in the future….welllll I'm sorry for those. Please don't hold it against me y'all. I write this stuff mostly at night, half asleep, and get way to eager to post it for y'all cause I just love my readers so so much (big kisses and hugs.) Seriously though, I'd really appreciate if you'd leave a review, and hopefully next chapter we'll start seeing more Dean interaction, and the mystery will finally start to unravel a bit more. Either way, Toodaloo for now y'all, and have an amazing day!

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