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"Let go of me!" The shrill words rang out in the darkness. Dean stared down at the squirming figure beneath him with confusion. He could not make out the features of the person but the voice had clearly belonged to a woman. He was about to weaken his grasp and apologize but his years of hunting had taught him better. He still didn't know what the hell was going on and he wasn't about to fall into any trap. For all he knew this woman could easily be a demon in disguise.

"Answer my question," he hissed.

The woman gave one last effort to free herself from his hold but Dean proved to be too powerful and she let her head drop back to the cement floor in a sign of defeat. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go!"

"Not until you tell me who you are and what you're doing here."

"My name's Cyri. I don't know how I got here. Just let me go!"

Still having suspicions, Dean finally released the girl and began to stand up. A grunt of surprise escaped his lips as he felt the knee connect with his stomach and he doubled over to the side. A foot flew up and caught him directly on the left shoulder and a new pain burst across his face as the side of a fist quickly swung across the air. He fell to the floor, his back hitting the concrete and knocking whatever little air remained in his lungs out of his body, leaving him gasping.

The scurry of feet could be heard as the girl's outline disappeared within the shadows and the sound of footsteps began to head in the opposite direction. Dean was barely able to speak but managed to call out after her. "Wait!" he wheezed. "Hey!" His voice did not appear to be loud enough and the footsteps quickly faded. Dean rested on the cold ground for a few moments, recollecting his breath and letting the fact that he had just gotten his ass kicked by a girl sink in. He finally was able to stand up and groaned as numerous parts of his body ached from the strain.

The scream echoed through the room and Dean swung his head in the direction it had come from. He began to run blindly in the darkness, ignoring his sore and bruised muscles and running towards the area the footsteps had faded to only moments before. There was light ahead and he realized he was now running down a hallway. The dim glow held a blue tinge and a figure suddenly appeared in its light. Dean came close enough to make the guess that it was the girl he had just met and slowed down when she didn't become alarmed at the sound of his approaching footsteps.

Her back was turned to him and she was standing at the end of the hall. Dean walked the last few feet towards her and saw that she was staring at a strangely lit room. The bluish light came from a single light bulb hanging from the low ceiling and the walls were plastered with dirty, peeling wallpaper. There was not much occupying the room other than an empty box in the far corner and a long table running along the left wall. There were no windows and only a single, open doorway at the far end that appeared to lead into another dark hallway.

The girl was breathing deeply and Dean could hear her ragged breaths. Reddish brown hair hung across her back in gnarled strands and her white top and blue jeans were crinkled and dirty with dust. Dean reached out his hand and touched her shoulder.

The woman spun around, stumbling backwards and staring at Dean with wild, frightened eyes. She was young, appearing to be in her early twenties. "Where the hell am I?" she shouted. "Who are you and what the hell was that thing?" Dean looked around for the 'thing' she was referring to but could find no extraordinary object in sight. His eyes fell on the girl before him once more and he shook his head.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on either. I don't know how we got here and I'm pretty sure something very strange is happening. Just tell me what thing you're talking about."

"That-That black thing! It was like a giant cloud of smoke and it just flew out the door!"

Realization struck Dean and his eyes widened. The black mist; it must have brought him and his brother here. He cursed himself silently for having been so stupid but immediately directed his attention to the girl once more. "Cyri, right?" She nodded, her expression clearly showing hostility. "I'm not going to hurt you." Dean reassured though she didn't seem convinced. "Look, I'm sorry for tackling you back there but I thought you were someone else. We have to get out of here so you're going to have to trust me."

The hostility in Cyri's gaze turned to caution. "Who are you?"

Dean considered lying for a moment but than agreed it didn't matter if he told the truth. "Dean Winchester," he said simply but she still remained hesitant.

"How did you get here?"

"I was on a road trip with my brother and we were just passing by the town," he lied, though it wasn't completely false. "We stopped at a gas station last night and when we were about to leave everything just went black and next thing I knew I was here."

She nodded. "All right, but you're brother. Do you think he's here?"

Dean nodded his head slowly. "I think so. I need to find him."

Cyri nodded once more in agreement and then gestured towards him. "You're bleeding." Dean cast her a confused glance. "You're neck." Dean reached up with his right hand and touched his neck, feeling dry blood. He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a small smirk. "I'll be all right." The truth was the cut on his neck simply added to all the other questions he felt building up in his mind.

"Well, I guess we better start moving." Clearing his thoughts, Dean motioned for Cyri to follow him to the opposite entranceway. She hesitated for a moment but then complied and the two made their way back into darkness