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Chapter Five

Sam woke up at 6 in the morning. The shadows of the room were eventually dissolving as the sun was coming up. It took Sam a while to wake up completely, but as he finished tossing to the other side for the fifth time, he opened his eyes. Right away, he noticed that Dean wasn't here. Sam called Dean to see if he was in the bathroom. No reply. Worried, Sam got dressed and went over to the door. It wasn't like Dean to get up this early, and it especially unlike him to make his bed. The bed was un-touched, which meant hasn't come back to the motel room that night. Sam went out the door and locked the room, thinking of what to do, and why Dean didn't come back.

Sam to go back to the bar and ask when Dean left. Even though he was trying hard to convince himself that Dean was just with one of the girls he met in the bar, Sam was still concerned.

Sam came to the elevator, staring blankly at the sign that said 'out of order.' He went back to the other side of the motel hallway, trying not to look at the hideous walls and doors. Purple wallpaper with yellow and green polka dots hung loosely over the wooden walls, the doors all painted in a sickening shade of grey, pieces of hair stuck to the fresh coats of paint.

Sam pushed open the creaky door to the stairway, and went in. The light was out, and the room was filled with a murky, cold darkness. Sam took out a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, shining the small beam of light down on the steps. A rat, with red, beady eyes stared up at Sam out from a hole in the corner of the wall. Sam shuddered. This place looked to be in worse condition that an abandoned farmhouse.

Sam slowly went down the cobweb-covered stairs. As he neared the bottom, he could vaguely make out the shape of a person, lying on the ground. Sam pointed the flashlight at the person.

"Dean!" he exclaimed, jumping down off the fourth step from the bottom, and kneeled down beside Dean. "Dean," Sam repeated, checking his brother's pulse. Dean was alive. Sam's heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he grabbed his brother by the shoulders, and attempted to wake him up. "Dean, wake up. Dean!"

Dean's eyes shot open. "Wha…?" he mumbled weakly, "Sammy? What – "

"Dean!" Sam practically shouted, "Dean! Are you alright?" Sam helped his brother sit up.

"Yeah," Dean said, "Just tired."

"What happened?" Sam asked as he brought Dean up to his feet.

Dean remembered what happened last night. "All I remember is that I fell down the stairs," he lied. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Sam what happened.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked again.

"Yeah. Lets get out of here," Dean turned the doorknob to the door. The door didn't budge. "What the…?" Dean tried opening the door again, but it didn't open. "Damn! It's not opening!" Dean kicked the door. Sam attempted to open it, but it still didn't move. They went up the stairs, to get out through one of the other doors.

After trying and failing to open the doors on every single floor of the motel, they desperately went back down to the first floor, trying the door again. "Sam, come here," Dean was standing by another door that they didn't notice before. He turned the doorknob, and the door easily slid open. Sam smiled, and went over to Dean.

Just below the door, there was another stairway. The steps were wooden, and painted gray, to match the dust sitting on top of them. The stairs squeaked as Dean and Sam went down. At the end of the stairs there was another door. Sam opened it, and they went into a room that must have been a part of the motel's garage. The immense, chilly basement was empty, except for an oversized truck standing in a corner. "Ugh," Dean cringed as a fat rat that crawled speedily past his feet.

After they ended up walking in circles through the spacious basement, Sam broke the silence, "I don't think there's an exit here,"

"Of course there's an exit. That truck got in here somehow, didn't it?" Dean said.

"Maybe the doors are open now," Sam spoke after a pause.

Dean went over to the door that they came through, and opened it. He stared into the obscurity for a long time. There wasn't anything behind that door, just an infinite amount of foggy air, leading to nowhere. "Sam, check this out," Dean called.

Sam turned around and looked at the emptiness. "You sure that's the door we came through?"

"There's no other doors here, is there college boy?" Dean replied sarcastically.

"This place is more messed up than I thought," Sam grumbled.

Could the demon be doing this? Dean wondered.

Sam looked at his watch. They've been down here for two hours, without any luck of finding the way out. He sat down at against the wall, hungry and exhausted. Dean plopped down next to him, and pulled out a pack of peanut M&Ms from his pocket. "Want some?" Dean asked as he stuffed a few in his mouth.

When they finished the three packs of candy that Dean found in his jacket, the two of them got up and once again endeavored to find their way out of this dreadful place. "If we had to get trapped, we should've at least done it in a place with some hot chicks around," Dean muttered.

"Dean, there's no time for you're - " Sam stopped, "Wait? Why'd you say we're trapped?"

"Well what would you call this, Sammy?"

"You think that this is a trap," Sam stated, "That someone – or something got us in here intentionally."

Dean didn't answer.

"This has to do with what happened to you last night," Sam continued, "Doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Dean admitted. "When I was – " Dean was interrupted by a sound, coming from behind them. He watched as the door flew open, revealing the nothingness. Abruptly, Dean flung back, crashing into a wall. A second later, Sam was launched, by an invisible force, straight into the doorway. As he fell through the air, he grabbed onto the edge of the floor.

"Help!" Sam shouted. Dean was unable to move, pinned to the wall.

A dry voice rang through the room, coming from a black cloud hanging in the middle of the room, "Dean, I warned you yesterday," it said, "That you're going to have to pay for breaking that promise. And now, lucky you are going to watch helplessly as your brother dies." The cloud vanished.

"Sam, hang on!" Dean yelled as he struggled to break away from the demon's grasp.

Sam clung to the edge of the ground as he felt something try to pull him down.

Author's Note: I hate reading cliffhangers, but I love writing 'em. Laughs evilly Please review.