Hey guys sorry for the delay, you probably thought I had really killed Dean off. Well now I'm kind of getting the ball rolling again. Sorry for the delay, had family over, got a job, quit the job looking for new job. A never ending crazy cycle I swear. Anywho..I forgot to mention on the last chapter this takes place AFTER Devil's Trap in case you were wondering. Also I wanted to thank all those who helped me last season you know who you are! Last but not least the song is a classic, by Ac/Dc Highway to Hell. Lets begin:


I woke with a start, my head throbbing profusely. The back of my head hurt the worst and I rubbed it softy, while looking at my surroundings. I was still in the main room of the cabin, but had been moved to one of the dark corners.

A sharp pain shot throughout my skull when I rubbed a little to hard. I cried out, droppings my hand into my lap only to notice it was covered in dried blood. My stomach churned as I felt my head again, and found that the right side of my face was caked with blood.

Searching the ground, I spotted the small area of where my blood had pooled. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it really wasn't to much blood. I couldn't believe Meg had done that, I had expected to die.

Licking my lips I winced at the taste of iron. Touching my lip gingerly I felt more dried blood. I must have bitten my lip when Meg slammed my head into the ground. Standing up slowly my head began to swam, and my body tensed from lying on the hard ground for so long. My back popped as I tried loosening up.

Sighing heavily I tried to figure out my situation, and what to do. I kept wondering why I wasn't dead. Peeling back the black cloth over one of the windows revealed nothing. It was dark out, the trees covering up the sky, making it impossible to see if dawn was near.

"Damn." I whispered taking a step back. If it was still night their could still be werewolves or something worse.

More pain shot through my head, bringing me to my knees and tears to my eyes. Something clattered next to me as I rubbed my head again, the pain subsiding slowly. Looking down, lying next to me was my phone. Snatching it up I opened it shakily, searching for the number.

My phone beeped showing a half dead battery.

"No. Come on last a little longer." I whispered, hitting the call button.

One ring. Another. Then another before I heard:

"Hi-"

"JOHN!" I cried, "I found what they were hiding, it was-"

"This is John, I'm not here. Leave a message."

My heart sank and I felt sick. What if I was to late and he was dead? Closing the phone I tried to think of a plan. Maybe I could go back to the cabin room, maybe Dean and Sam hadn't left. Sucking my cheek, I shakily stood up walked towards the door.

Stepping out into the cool air made me shiver. Patches of grey sky shown through the trees off to my side revealing a early morning. I stepped off the porch, staggering slightly in the grass, and made my way back towards the cabin.

I thought of what I was going to say to the brothers about me new bloody look when I heard voices ahead.

"That bloody storm wiped any evidence away."

I peered over, hidden behind a tree, into the clearing. Cops were everywhere, most searching. One cop was bent over one of the corpses from last night. Another stood over him writing something down.

I took a step back, looking for another way towards the cabin. Stepping to far back I broke a stick. All heads snapped up and looked towards my direction.

"Damn." I whispered and started to run.

I'm on the highway to hell

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride

I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)

And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell