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A/n: hey guys! sry for the delay on the update...i really appreciated the reviews i got. they really encouraged me to write more...but with school and being really lazy...well anyways...enjoy the chap.

"Ahhh!" he screamed as she plunged her claws into his stomach.

"Dean Winchester…what's so special about you Dean? Why is it that so many girls like you? How many hearts have you broken already?"

"Celina…" Dean groaned. "Don't do this…"

"Do what Dean? You mean this?" She took her claws out and once again stabbed him in the stomach. Dean no longer had any strength to scream, all he could do was groan. "I'm just giving you what you deserve Dean." she whispered.

"God dammit Celina, if you're gonna kill me, just get it over with now." Dean almost begged.

"Oh, I'm not going to let you die that easily Dean. You're going to endure ten times the guilt and misery I had to go through…" she cried. "Ah…" Celina smiled after a while. "I hear you have a younger brother, yes? Sam, isn't it?"

"Don't you dare lay a finger on him you bitch!" Dean yelled. Hearing Sam's name being mentioned gave him the strength he thought he had lost. "Please…" he begged. "I'm the one you have the problem with. Leave Sammy out of this…" Dean felt hot tears run down his face. Dammit Dean! Why the hell are you crying now? Dean's stomach burned. There was something in her claws, some kind of poison that ate away at his stomach. He was hungry too. Even if he wanted to, he knew he couldn't beat her, or at the least get away.

"Don't worry Dean, I won't kill Sammy. I just want him to be here to witness the death of his brother…the brother that he hates so much. Trust me Dean, he'll thank me for killing you." No! It's not true! Dean thought to himself. Sammy doesn't hate me; he doesn't have a reason to. But Dean knew Celina was right. Even though Sam always acted like he didn't care, he was always angry with Dean from taking his normal life away. If it hadn't been for Dean, Jessica would still be alive. Dean looked up at Celina, in time to see her eyes turn a pure, blood red. "Looks like Sammy will be joining us soon…"

Aaron? What the hell is he doing here? And why is he trying to drown me? Sam tried to get his foot out of Aaron's firm grip, but yet again failed. Oh great! I'm gonna die in this lake before I even get to Dean! But instead of pulling him down more, Aaron was pulling him sideways, towards the barn. Maybe he's trying to help me! But wait, I didn't see him when I came in…and I'm sure I didn't hear anyone else jump in after me… Sam stared at Aaron. On the side of his necks were what looked like…gills? What the…with a hard yank, Aaron pulled Sam up. As he surfaced the water, Sam noticed Aaron's gills disappearing. He gasped as he breathed in a gulp of air. "What the hell was that for!" he yelled at Aaron. "Why'd you pull me down like that?"

"You shouldn't be here…I like you Sam, so I'm gonna give you a chance to go away. Go now, before it's too late…" Aaron replied grimly.

"Before what's too late? My brother is in trouble here Aaron. I have a feeling he's in that barn," Sam pointed to the red barn in front of them, "and he needs my help."

"You don't want to go in there Sam. Your brother wouldn't want you to risk your life for his. Trust me, he's fine."

"Shut the hell up! What do you know? You barely know me!" I gotta hurry. Dean could be in trouble, and this guy is slowing me down… "I don't care what you're saying, I'm gonna go help my brother." Sam pushed Aaron out of his way and started toward the barn.

"Are you sure you want to do this Sam? I could let you go in there, but know that once you do, you won't be able to come back out…Do you want your brother that much? So much that you would risk your life for him?"

"Just shut up! I'm going in, that's final." He walked up to the barn door and turned around to look at Aaron. "Look Aaron, I know you're trying to help me, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to Dean. It would be partly my fault because I left him alone."

"Suit yourself Sam." He also walked up to the door and pushed it open with great difficultly. The doors creaked open; revealing rusty bins and stalls everywhere.

"Whoa…this is depressing…" Sam looked around, looking for any trace of Dean.

"If you're looking for your brother, you might want to follow me." He walked over to the stall in the farthest corner and stood, waiting for Sam to join him.

"No, Celina, please. Sam has nothing to do with this." Dean begged.

"Oh but Dean, I wasn't the one that made him come. He came by himself." she smirked. "I'll be back Dean…" she walked out of the door, leaving Dean alone, again scared for his brother's sake. Sammy. If anything happens to you, I-I don't know what I would do…Dean thought. Part of him hoped that Sam was not around here, that he did not come to rescue him. But he is here, and you can't do anything about it… If Sam got killed today, Dean would feel bad forever. He would never be able to forgive himself.

Dean took a deep breath and suddenly realized how sore he was. His stomach burned like crazy and it continued to bleed. Come on Winchester! You gotta be strong…Sam needs you. He looked down at his shirt, only to find that it was drenched in blood. "Oh great," he whispered to himself.

"Well, let's go then." Sam said as he joined Aaron.

"You absolutely sure about this? No regrets?" Aaron questioned.

"Yea. Let's go." Aaron moved an old barrel to the side, revealing a small trap door. He lifted it up with difficulty and stepped down the grim looking stairway. Sam followed, pushing cobwebs out of his way as he walked. The hallway that followed the stairway was lit by lanterns hanging on the wall. The place reminded Sam of a haunted castle that was seen in films. They walked in silence, until they reached a small door. The door was no bigger than two feet tall.

"Umm…how are we supposed to get in?" Sam asked cautiously. He looked around for Aaron, but he had somehow disappeared. "Aaron?" Sam yelled. "Aaron, where'd you go?" Oh great. What the hell! He looked at the small door in front of him. Kneeling down on all fours, he opened the door. With great difficulty, he crawled into the room on the other side.

Sam straightened up, looking around him as he stretched his limbs. How is this room so familiar? Where have I seen this room before? Sam examined the room slowly. In the corner stood a large cage, and the opposite corner held a stool. Old and new skeletons hung on the walls around him, and in the middle wall in front of him was…Dean! It took Sam a moment to come to his senses, but when he did, he ran immediately to Dean. Sam stared at his brother, taking in the sight in front of him. Dean looked pale and his lips were slightly tinted blue. His used-to-be light blue shirt was now blood red. Sam felt tears streaming down his face. Dammit Sam, crying won't help Dean. Stop being so weak! "Dean," he whispered. "Dean, come on, wake up." he urged. "Come on Dean, I need you. You can't leave me now. I'm sorry Dean, sorry for all the stupid things I've done. Please Dean, if you wake up…I-I'll let you beat the hell out of me! I won't even fight back. Come on Dean…wake up!" Dean stayed motionless as Sam tried to find a pulse in his brother. He found one, but it was weak. "Dean, come on man. Be strong."

Dean was coming 'round. He thought he heard someone talking to him, and he wanted to respond, but he didn't have the strength. He slowly opened his eyes, only to see…his baby brother crying in front of him. Dean groaned, trying to let Sam know that he was awake. "Dean?" Sam looked up and saw Dean staring back at him. Dean put on a strained smile, trying to cheer Sam up.

"Sammy…" he said weakly. "What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you of course." he was smiling now, and then he did something that would've rewarded him with a smack from his brother usually. He hugged his older brother, who didn't do anything. "I've missed you Dean…"

"Me too Sammy…me too." Sam, suddenly realizing that his brother was still hanging on the wall, reached into his jacket pocket. He took out a strangely shaped pocketknife. "Dad's pocket knife" he said as he saw the look on Dean's face. I found it in the trunk of the car. Sam reached up and started going through the chains holding Dean up. Without notice, Dean dropped to the floor. He was not used to his own weight after being chained up for so long. "You okay?"

"Yea. I'm just a little woozy." Making sure that Sam wasn't looking, Dean touched his stomach, which now was on fire. He felt dizzy and all he wanted to do was to clasp on a nice, warm bed. He removed his hand as Sam turned around.

"How long have you been locked up here Dean?" Sam asked with concern in his eyes. "And have you eaten anything? You look thinner…"

"Yea…of course I've eaten…I haven't been here for too long." There were footsteps in the hallway. Dean and Sam froze, looking at each other. Dean felt his body tense up. Sam, noticing how uncomfortable Dean looked, walked over to his older brother and put a hand on his shoulder. He nodded at Dean, saying to him that everything would be ok. Dean nodded back at him, and both stood there staring at the door that slowly opened.

A/n: sooo...how was it? i'm thinking of ending this story in the next...um...probably 2 chaps or so. tell me what you think of a sequel! happy writing/reading!