Hey people, I read through this and I got confuzzled. I basically wrote this part as two different parts because I didn't have the first half so I don't know…I hope that it doesn't confuzzle you too!

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"Sam, is that you?" Dean asked. Dark Sam looked at Dean and he smirked but he didn't answer, "Sam! What's wrong with you? Untie me, I can't get these ropes off and what the hell have you done to your hair…" Dark Sam merely took a step forwards and said,

"I'm not going to untie you Dean" in an icy voice. Dean froze and looked up slowly. There was something odd about this - Sam looked different, he had black hair…he looked evil. Was this Sam; the real Sam?

"Are you my brother?" he whispered in a frightened voice.

"Well I'm a part of your brother - the evil part…Good Sammy ran off, he left you out here and he's not coming back…but don't worry I'll take care you" Dean was still confused. Evil? Part of Sam? Good Sammy? What the hell?

"On the phone…I remember…you were about to say something, what was it?" he said.

"I don't remember a phone call, we haven't spoken since 'I' went for a walk" Dean frowned, that was weird. Of course Dark Sam hadn't been aware of the phone call that Sam and Dean had. Alarm bells were ring inside Dean's head.

Sam walked around the nearby streets; he was still looking for Dean. He had spotted the Impala a couple of streets back so that meant that Dean hadn't gone too far. Sam was surprised by that fact that there was no one around. It was so quiet, too quiet. He surveyed the street one more time - it was identical to the two last streets that he'd walked down. He saw something gleaming in the distance,

"What the…" he muttered, why was Dean's Impala here? He examined the street carefully; slowly he realised that he'd been down this street several times.

"Hello?" Sam called but all he heard was the echo of his own voice. He checked his watch - it read 21:45, he glared at it for a while and he swore silently when he saw that it wasn't working. He pulled out his phone - it read 21:45, he looked at that for a few minutes and he saw that it didn't change either. Sam frowned, a look of confusion on his face. Time had come to a stand still.

"You're NOT my brother" Dean said, his voice full of venom. Dark Sam laughed and Dean glared at him angrily. This messed up version of Sammy was beginning to irritate him; Dean felt like punching his lights out.

"So what do you want with me?" Dean asked as he silently began to struggle with the rope on his wrists. He wondered why he hadn't been gagged.

"I want your blood Dean" Dark Sam whispered coldly before breaking into a fit of laughter. Dean wasn't amused,

"Don't joke around with me you, what do you want?"

"Your life" was all that Dark Sam said and it was all that he needed to say; Dean understood immediately.

"You…want to kill me?" he said slowly. Dark Sam said nothing; he just smirked at Dean who glared back at him.

"Well, yeah that's the idea" he said finally. Dean's muscles tensed, he wanted to wipe that smirk of Dark Sam's face but being tied to chair limited his movement. He was still confused though - who had sent this…evil version of his brother. Unless…

"You're a shapeshifter aren't you" he asked slowly. Dark Sam's eyes flashed and Dean saw that they were demon black,

"No, I'm not" Dark Sam replied angrily.

"But I don't understand if your evil Sam then where's good Sam…" he paused for a moment, "Gee how whack did that sound?" Dark Sam chuckled,

"See that's what I love about you Dean, your tendency to joke around when your life is on the line" he chuckled again, "Oh and let's just say that Sam is safe, he's watching your car I think, maybe he lost track of the time?" Watching my car? Dean thought. He didn't even remember where he'd parked the car. He didn't remember how he'd got here.

"How did I get here? Did me and you have a fight or something?" Dean asked; he was trying to piece everything together but he was failing miserably. Dark Sam was more than happy to enlighten Dean on what had happened earlier.

"A fight? No haha…you fell Dean…you were falling and falling and well I assume that you hit the ground at some point because that's where I found you" Dean didn't say anything as he snarled at Dark Sam. Dark Sam seemed to lose concentration for a moment. He frowned slightly,

"It's time" he murmured. Dean's head shot up. Time? Time for what? "Time for you to die Dean…but it wouldn't be fun if Sam wasn't here…he'd miss one hell of a party…well you get the point" Dean swore angrily and struggled to try and get up; this caused the chair to rock back and forth violently. Why was this happening?

Sam watched as the street began to fade away, "Okay" he muttered with raised eyebrows as he tried to make sense of what was going. Then suddenly his mind went blank.

When he regained focus he saw that he was in a dark room. It took a short while for his eyes to get used to the dim lighting. As soon as he could see he spotted Dean in the centre of the room; he was tied to a chair and his hands were bound. Sam stared at him for a moment; there was panic in his eyes. It seemed as if Dean was trying to warn him but Sam didn't care. He started to run towards Dean but then he was thrown back onto the wall by an invisible force.