Here we are, Chapter 4, Enjoy!
Dean turned around to where the sound was coming from.
'Who's there?' He called out, holding out his gun.
A man around about their age appeared from behind a tree. He was slightly taller than Dean, but shorter than Sam, he was wearing a pair of hiking boots, a pair of old, worn looking jeans and a brown jacket.
'Wow, wow, wow, hold it.' The stranger said in panic, holding up his hands.
The stranger approached the brothers slowly.
Dean only glared at him, while holding up his gun.
The stranger kept coming closer.
WHACK!
Without warning, the stranger punched Dean squarely in the face and then quickly punched Sam's abdomen.
Dean and Sam fell to the ground, almost simultaneously.
The stranger picked up Dean's gun and pointed it at the brothers.
'Wow, wow, wow, we're not here to hurt you.' Dean said, slowly getting up, holding his right cheek, where the stranger punched him.
'Who are you and what are you doing here?' The stranger said.
'Dean and Sam Winchester, we're just looking for a friend of ours.' Sam said, as he got up, holding his stomach.
'Bullshit.' The stranger said.
Dean took a deep breath.
'Okay, we're looking for Sara Gardener, and if you have been reading the newspaper, you'd know we're not bullshitting cause there is a missing Sara Gardener.' Dean explained.
The stranger laughed.
'Wha… What's funny, what are we missing?' Sam winced in pain.
'So you're the Dean,' the stranger chuckled.
'Huh?' Dean muttered in confusion.
'Sean Wood.' The stranger chucked the gun back at Dean, who caught it just in time. 'Sara's fiancée.'
Dean said nothing, his insides suddenly felt like it's filled with hot metal, swirling inside him.
Sam saw Dean's shock.
'S… so you're here to find her too?' Sam said, breaking the silence between them.
'Yeah, I wasn't going to stay at home while Sara's probably in grave danger.' Sean said.
'Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean by the Dean?' Dean asked Sean.
'She speaks of you as the first boy who ever broke her heart, back in High School.' Sean said.
'Oh,' Dean mumbled.
'What are you doing here anyway? She told me you never got in contact anymore after high school.' Sean said.
'Come on Sammy,' Dean said, grinding his teeth and ignoring Sean.
'No, Dean, it's getting dark, we should leave this to tomorrow.' Sam stayed on his spot as Dean started to walk off.
'Do you guys know where she is?' Sean asked.
'Yes, no, maybe.' Dean said, slowly walking on towards the well. 'Sam, you coming?'
'Do I have a choice?' Sam muttered under his breath, following Dean.
'You're not invited city boy.' Sam said to Sean, who started to follow them.
'She's my fiancée, you don't expect me to sit here and wait,' Sean snapped.
'Trust me, you don't know what we're dealing with and we don't need some city boy tagging along.' Dean snapped back at Sean, as he looked down the well. 'Sam, you got a coin?' He added to Sam.
Sean walked up to Dean and handed him a small coin.
'Was I talking to you?' Dean turned to Sean, not taking his coin.
Sean tackled Dean, causing them both to fall on the ground, on top of each other.
Dean pushed him away from on top of him.
'What is your problem?' Dean got up, brushing off dirt from his back.
'What's yours? You broke her heart, and that was in high school, get over it!' Sean said as he held the collar of Dean's jacket.
'You have no idea.' Dean pushed him away.
'Yes I do, I've been with her longer than when you were with her, so yes, I do have an idea,' He regained hold of Dean. 'I know for a fact that you broke her heart in high school, and from that moment on, she never heard from you ever again.'
'Well you've got your facts all wrong.' Dean shrugged him off again. 'And just so you know, I don't have time for this crap, so why don't you go spend some money on some colourful pretty little suits and ties.'
'She's my fiancée, I have the right to go after her, I have more right to go after her than you do, so why don't you tell me where she is and back off!' Sean said.
'You may be her fiancée, but she doesn't love you.' Dean turned around so he can take a good look at Sean.
'Oh yeah, and she loves you?' Sean chuckled.
'Be surprised.' Sam chuckled.
'You know what, come if you want, come at your own risk of getting hurt physically and emotionally.' Dean threw his hands up, giving up arguing with Sean, as he didn't want to waste anymore time.
Sean straightened himself up.
Sam passed Dean a coin, for him to throw down the well, to see how deep it is.
Dean threw the coin in, and waited.
No sound came from the well; it was like the coin never touched any surface.
'Maybe there's water in there.' Sean suggested.
Dean took a torch out of his jacket pocket, ignoring Sean.
'Nothing there.' Sam said looking down the well, as Dean shined the well with his torch.
'I'm going in.' Dean placed the torch on the mouth of the well as he took off his jacket.
'Dean, you don't know how deep it is, you could break a leg.' Sam said.
'There's no surface; I think maybe, just maybe, it's a portal. If we're lucky it is a portal, if we're not, then I will have that broken leg.' Dean said, getting ready to jump down the well.
'If you're breaking a leg, I'll break a leg with you.' Sam took off his jacket.
'You two are crazy.' Sean took his jacket off.
The brothers ignored him.
It seemed like there wasn't going to be a stop to their fall down the well.
Finally after what seemed like an hour, they reached a wet but flat surface.
They didn't fall, but gracefully landed on the surface.
'Whoa…' Sean said in relief.
'On the ground!' A female voice said from behind them.
They obliged and kneeled on the wet ground.
'Turn around and I'll shoot!' She said.
None of the guys dared to turn around.
'I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later.' She chuckled. 'Though I must admit, you figured it out earlier than I thought you would, I figured that you'd figure it out when my mistress is finished with your beloved Sara.'
That's when the brothers realise who the voice belonged to.
'I guess I underestimated the Winchester brothers.' She said.
BANG!
She fired her gun at Dean.
Dean was turning around when she shot him squarely on the left shoulder.
Dean lost balance and fell on his hands.
'ARGH!' He groaned in pain.
'I said don't turn around.' She chuckled. 'I'd hate to have to kill you Dean, you were such a good friend.'
Dean winced in pain, pressing a hand on the wounded shoulder.
Neither Sam nor Sean dared to go to Dean's aid; the two of them froze on their spots.
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