Disclaimer: i don't own supernatural...(wow..that was the most boring disclaimer ever...ok...) DEAN! MARRY ME! (then i could own u!)

Two officers pushed out Sam into the parking lot. "Look" one of them, a blonde haired guy, said to him. "We don't enjoy doing this, but if it's for the safety of our town, we're going to make sure that you leave this town pronto."

"Yeah" agreed the other officer with red hair. "It's for your own good too. So why don't you just get on out of this town and never step foot in here again." They returned into the pub, leaving Sam standing there alone. He couldn't leave, not now. Dean was in trouble, and he knew it. But somehow, he couldn't describe what. It was just a feeling he had. Don't worry Dean; I won't leave this place until I find you. Just hold on, don't give up on me here.

Dean was cold and hungry. He was also tired, but dared not sleep in fear that the girl would come back. He did not know who the girl was, yet he was not receiving good vibes from her. She just had a special way of sending chills down someone's spine. Just as he thought this, the door opened again. This time, it was Faith. "You again…" he said coldly. Dean was eying this girl with eyes full of hatred.

"No need to hate me Dean, I'm here to help you." she replied. Dean knew he shouldn't have trusted her after what she had led him into, yet he let her move towards him. She reached into her coat, taking out a ring of keys. Looking for the right one, she reached up and unlocked the chains holding Dean up. She then stepped back, giving Dean some room to stretch.

"Why are you helping me?" Dean asked, again full of suspicion. "You were the one that led me to this damn place."

"Dean, listen to me. I'm letting you out so you can go help your brother. I'm not promising she's not going to capture you again."

"What! What's wrong with Sam? What'd you guys do to him?" These people are all FREAKS!

"No Dean, not all of us are freaks. And there is nothing wrong with your brother, but there will be if you don't get him to leave this town now."

"What are you talking about? Why does he have to leave?"

"She wants you and you only. Sam's going to try to take you away from her. Do you think she'll tolerate that?"

"So you're saying she's gonna kill Sammy because she wants me? Then why don't I stay here, then she'll have no reason to kill Sam." Dean asked. The solution seemed to be so simple, it was almost weird.

"Dean, don't you see? Even if you do stay here, Sam's going to look for you, and he will find you. And when that happens, then what?" She was right. He couldn't stay here and have Sam risk his life, but he also couldn't leave and risk losing Sam.

"Dean, if you're going, you better go now. She'll be back soon, then you'll have no chance of running away." Dean nodded at her, and went towards the door.

"Thanks" he whispered as he got down on all fours. He crawled out of the doorway, only to be greeted by a pair of feet barely off the ground, and an angry spirit.

Sam had been walking for a while now. He did not know where he was nor did he know where he was headed. He only knew that he had to find Dean. He walked until he could walk no more. Sam stopped at an old apple tree. There was a lake near the tree, and the breeze felt good as he sat down. Sam closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep…

He was in a hallway. It was dark, not to mention the odd smell Sam could not detect. He kept walking, not exactly knowing where he was going. There was a dim light ahead, shining into the corner of the hall. Sam walked towards it, hoping that there was an exit to the hall somewhere near. This place was starting to freak him out! As he came up to the light, he noticed a small door that honestly looked like a very fancy dog door. He did not care though, there was light in there, and that was all that mattered. He opened the door and crawled into the room. Standing up, he realized he was in some sort of dungeon. The single ceiling light made the room look misty and frightening. In the corner stood a large cage and the other corner had a wooden stool. Sam looked straight in front of him, revolted by the sight in front of him. Hanging onto the wall were what he thought, and seriously looked like, pieces of flesh. On the outside hung skeletons and in the middle was…Dean!

Sam ran over to the unconscious Dean, shaking him gently. "Wake up Dean, come on! Wake up…" As much as he tried, his brother stayed motionless. Sam looked down and saw that Dean's used-to-be light blue shirt was now blood red. There was also a gash on his neck and…

"DEAN!" he screamed as he awoke from the frightening dream. He looked around him. He was no longer in the dungeon with his brother. He was sitting under a tree, with a lake to the side of him. Sam got up and walked around, trying to brush off the feeling that there was something wrong with Dean. He didn't really look where he was going, causing him to bump into something large. Sam looked up and saw, amazedly, Dean's car. If his car is here, e must be somewhere around here too. He looked around him, trying to look for something that might hold a dungeon. His eye caught an old farm on the other side of the lake. Oh great! How am I supposed to get over there?

A/n: ok...how was that? i am open for ideas for what you want to happen in the next chap. (of course, i thought i had one, but it wouldn't work) so...if u have any ideas...um, wat's the word i'm looking for? hmm...oh yea! advise away!...(?) lol