Disclaimer: Sam's not mine, Dean's not one(awww man!), anything having to do with Supernatural is not mine...
There was an unfamiliar smell in the air, the smell of rotting flesh mixed with what smelled like fresh blood. Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the aspects of the room in front of him. He seemed to be in a dungeon of some sort, and in the far corner stood a fairly large cage. In the other corner sat a wooden stool that looked like it would break into pieces if someone even touched it. There was a small door in front of him, so small that the only way he could've gotten out was if he gotten down and crawled. Faith, being a short girl, could've probably fit through it easily and in the center of the room hung a singe ceiling light. Dean looked up just in time to see the knob to the door turn. He had a severe headache as a dark figure walked, or almost floated in…
"Can't you drive any faster?" Sam asked for the millionth time. He was worried, and this guy, Brock, was driving too slowly.
"This is really fast already Sam. If I drive any faster, I'm going to be stopped by the police."
"I'm kinda in a hurry here Brock. If we get pulled over, I'll pay the fines."
"It's not that easy Sam…"
"I'm sorry; I'm just really in a hurry." Sam replied. He realized he had been a little rude towards the person that volunteered to give him a ride.
"It's alright; I just want to know why you want to go back to Gulaville so badly…"
"I…" he paused for a moment, Should I tell him? I barely know this guy… "I think my brother might be in trouble." He finally said.
"Hmm…why would you think that?"
"I've tried to call his cell for the past couple hours and he didn't pick up. It's not like him to do that Brock, he always picks up!"
"Ok, ok…I'll step on it." Brock drove faster and seemed to not care about getting pulled over any longer. All of a sudden, he pulled over on the side of the road…
"What are you doing Brock? We need to keep going; my brother's life might be at stake!"
"Sam, what's your last name?"
"Winchester…why?" He was getting annoyed with this guy now. Dean was in trouble, and here he was asking Sam about his last name?
"I don't think you should go back to the town Sam, you won't be able to help your brother anyway…"
"What are you talking about Brock, I need to go back." Sam sighed, this was wasting time, and time was what Dean did not have. "Why wouldn't I be able to help him?"
"Is your brother's name Dean? Dean Winchester?"
"Yes, how'd you know?"
"You're right Sam, he is in trouble, but I don't think you'll be able to help him."
"Tell me what the hell you're talking about Brock!" This guy is wasting my time! I need to get to Dean…Oh Dean, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?
A/n: ok, i know they might get a little lame, but stick with me here, k? i promise they'll get more interesting...nect chap. soon