MY Superhero
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Summary: Superhero: A figure, especially in a comic strip or cartoon, endowed with superhuman powers and usually portrayed as fighting evil or crime. Aka. Dean. Dean was MY superhero
Set After: Pre-Season 1
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, the Impala would be alive!.
A/n: Fast update because I had nothing better to do in Calculus…
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Consciousness flew back to me suddenly. But light didn't. I could suddenly feel everything around me, even though I couldn't see anything.
It was cold. There were goosebumps beginning to form on my skin, sending shivers through my entire body. In an attempt to move, just to try and make the coldness go away, I learned that that wasn't option.
I realized that my back was pushed up against a beam… my arms wrapped tightly behind it. Making any movement at all extremely uncomfortable if not painful.
I forced my eyes open, but still saw nothing. I knew there was nothing covering my eyes, I would have been able to feel it. But the fact that there was no light, just added to my fear.
Anxiety got the better of me again as my breathing got heavier and heavier. My heart raced. What the hell was going on? The uncontrollable shaking came into play not too long later. I realized I was alone. Alone and trapped, tied to some stupid beam. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was scared. I really couldn't understand what was going on. My mind wasn't functioning properly.
The tears slowly began to fall. I didn't make a sound. I couldn't. The harsh piece of duct tape covering my mouth prevented me from doing it.
Gosh, I must have looked absolutely pathetic, sitting on the floor, tied up, shaking like crazy as a mixture of the cold and fear, tears falling so fast, they were almost non-stop. But I didn't care. I was cold. I was alone.
It was quiet. The silence was beginning to get to me. The room… it was complete silence. All I could really hear was my breathing, which wasn't as comforting as I hoped.
It seemed to take hours for me to finally calm myself down into at least a half-rational state of mind. I got myself to finally believe all the lies that my mind was telling me. That I was going to be okay. That I wasn't going to die. That this was all just some screwed up nightmare, or a mistake and they'd let me go.
My eyes closed, even though it didn't make much of a difference. I made an attempt to get into at least a semi-comfortable position, which was just about impossible.
And what made me want to do that? Because it was what Dean would have done. I just thought of what Dean would have done had he been put in the position I was in right now. Calm… relaxed. Dean.
That was just the way to describe it. He was Dean, he didn't get scared. Nothing scared him.
So if it didn't care Dean, it shouldn't scare me.
Pretty good ideas. Even though Dean was a lot older than me, he wouldn't let a little thing like this scare him.
So I forced the bravery, the courage. Even though there was no one in the room except for me, I needed it.
But there was still that little bit of me, deep down, that new how screwed I was. How horrible of a situation I was in. It was finally beginning to sink in. This wasn't a demon. This wasn't something I had ever faced before. This was human doing. Someone had kidnapped me, and I didn't know why. Just the thought sent me into another anxiety attack, but this one I got under control a lot easier than before.
I had been kidnapped…
The words echoed though my head. Who knew what those two scar, evil, horrible men wanted with me? I didn't even want to think about it, but there was nothing to take it off my mind. What had I done to make them want to kidnap me? What… what would make them want me?
My eyes opened again, and it was still dark. I wished… I wished for some light, just so that some of the fear of the unknown would pass. So I would know what kind of room I was up against.
Unfortunately, it was at that exact moment in time that the door in front of me opened up, flooding the small room with light from the outside world. I couldn't help but flinch slightly with the sudden onset of the brightness. Especially since my eyes had seemed to have gotten used to the darkness.
I slowly looked up, my eyes barely opened more than slits. That was when I saw a large figure standing in the doorway, blocking a majority of the light from coming in. My eyes opened wider as the figure got closer and closer, blocking more of the light from coming into the room.
Fear filled me again. I could feel my heart beating heavily in my chest as the feeling of wanting to run away really fast came over me, but I couldn't move. I didn't know what they wanted with me anymore. I was perfectly fine not knowing. I began shaking more and more with each step the figure took.
Screw what Dean would do! I wasn't Dean, I was Sam! No, I wasn't even Sam, I was Sammy. Sammy, the scared little nine year old who was afraid of the thing in his closet. I didn't have an ounce of bravery in me.
"How ya doin' Sammy?" the man asked. I knew who it was, I remembered his voice. It was the man who had grabbed me the night before.
I didn't answer when I could tell his face was right in front of mine. I could barely make out his features, but I didn't need to. I still remembered his face all to clearly. I moved my head to try and keep him from looking at me. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew they were on me.
The man grabbed my chin and forced my face to look at him. I began shaking again. "Answer me!"
I didn't respond. Was he stupid? I couldn't! I could barely make out the smile forming across his face. "Oh yes, I forgot…" But he didn't do anything. He just stood back up.
"Don't worry…" he said, slowly getting up. "It'll all be over soon…"
I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again. The door closed, once again surrounding me in darkness.
Totally terrified.
What was that supposed to mean? It'll all be over soon? It was scary. I was…
I knew that I would have been better off before the man came in. Before he said those few words. It didn't explain anything to me. If anything, I was more scared now than before.
My eyes closed again as I let my neck muscles relax, causing my head to fall down on my chest. I was alone.
I didn't want to be alone. I didn't like being alone. I hoped that Dean would be here with me. I wish that Dean would be right there next o me, telling me that everything would be okay. Telling me that everything was just in my head. That that was all fear was. All fear was was an illusion in the mind. He told me that a lot, and I used to believe him.
But there was no Dean. Dean wasn't here with me.
My big brother wasn't here to help me. My Dean wasn't going to come and help me. There was no Dean. I was alone.
More shivers ran though me as the tears stopped. What was I going to do?
Was I gonna die? I hoped not, but I didn't know.
What did they want with me? I wish I would know less than I knew now. Now I knew that they wanted something to do with me… that they took me for a reason, but I had no idea why.
The unknown factor scared me the most at the moment, as I tried to free myself again, but it just made the knots tighter and even more uncomfortable.
Mentally, I cried out for someone to come and help me.
Not just someone.
Just Dean.
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A/n: Gah. I went back to the depressing crap. Sorry about the severe lack of dialogue. The next chapter will hopefully have more. I am beginning to really enjoy writing as little Sammy.
I don't know when the next chapter will be up. I have finals this week.
Thanks to my reviewers: cutie-pie-rockchic, NORCALchick, Master Li, Halcyon Impulsion
