Dean woke up groggily, shaking his head slightly.
He looked around, frowning as he studied his new surroundings.
The room he was in seemed normal enough; it had faded posters on the wall, it seemed like a completely normal bedroom.
Dean sat up, groaning, but found that he couldn't sit up properly, as his left hand was handcuffed to the radiator that took up one side of the wall.
Dean weakly struggled against the metal clasp around his wrist, but found that he just didn't have the energy. What had happened?
All Dean could remember was being thrown into the wall in the street, but after that it was just a blur. He was going out to get food for himself and Sam.
Sammy.
Where was he? He hoped he was just sitting in the motel room, waiting for him to get back.
He began to struggle harder, groaning as he tried to break his metal bond, but it just wouldn't budge.
'I wouldn't struggle if I were you' came a soft, almost floaty voice from the other side of the room. Dean's eyes shot up, trying to pinpoint the face of the voice through the darkness of the room.
'Who the hell are you?' he barked angrily, but the man merely shook his head.
'Time will tell Dean, you don't need to know who I am' he said.
'What's that supposed to mean? Where the hell am I?' asked Dean.
'Oh Dean, questions and more questions, why don't you just quieten up for a second?' said the man, his soft voice a contrast against his words.
'What?' asked Dean, now thoroughly confused.
'Shh' said the man, standing up. Dean noticed he was holding a can of some sort.
'What's that?' he asked, fear now coursing through his veins.
'Well, this is a can of petrol' said the man, nonchalantly pouring the liquid around the room.
As the fumes reached Dean's nose, he began to retch.
'What are you doing?' he yelped, covering his nose with his shirt, streaming eyes looking for a way to escape.
'Well, I'm really not sure what it looks like to you Dean, but it looks to me like I'm just about to set this room on fire.' Said the man, his face still shrouded in darkness.
'But I have to give you a little advice first- your little brother is also in this building, and I would hate for him to get hurt in our little game' he smiled, nodding his head at Dean's stunned and horrified expression.
'Sammy's here?' he said faintly.
The man chuckled as he nodded, continuing to spread the liquid around the room.
Dean retched and started to wrench his hand away from the bond, trying desperately to break free so he could get to Sam.
'oh now don't fret Dean' the man said, bending down and patting Dean on the shoulder; Dean jumped as if burned, but stayed still, fear was beginning to set it- who was this dude? What the hell had they done to him?
The man reached into his coat and brought out a set of keys.
Dean looked on as he fiddled for the right one, before clutching hold of a small silver key.
He unhooked it from the rest and put it on the floor, just out of reach of Dean.
'Now' he said as he stood up again, groaning slightly as he did so.
'You will want to reach for the keys in a flash, but I must warn you, you have to have patience. Let me go and you can go fetch your brother, if you kill me, your brother will also die' he said.
Dean choked out a cry, before growling at the man.
'let my brother go you son of a bitch- what have you done with him!' he yelled, but the man merely smiled, before reaching back into his pocket and pulling out a box of matches.
Dean looked on in horror as he opened the box, selecting a match, and striking it against the side.
He jumped as the match was lit, the stark orange light a contrast in the gloomy room, although the man's face was still unseen.
'Please...please don't!' Dean yelped, reaching desperately for the key.
'I have to...I have to record the results' said the man, before dropping the match at his feet.
At once, the floor turned to flame, the fire spreading around the wet carpet, which was soaked in the petrol.
Dean yelped in fear as he watched the flame course a path ever nearer to where he was sitting, however he let out a sigh of relief, but with a thrill of curiosity as the flame merely encircled him; the man had only spread the petrol around him, not leading to him.
'Have fun' the man stated before he quickly left the room leaving Dean to search desperately for a way out.
He looked around, but there seemed to be no way through the circle of fire that was around him; he reached again for the key, the flames licking at the gold metal. He strained and reached for the key, sweat beginning to pour down his face due to the immense heat. He managed to grasp a tiny part of the key and pull it towards him.
As he unlocked himself from the cuff he began to cough, looking desperately for a way out of the flame. He had to find Sammy.
In a split second, Dean realised that he had no other option. He pulled his shirt over his whole face, and jumped through the high wall of fire.
Under his shirt, Dean gasped as he felt the immense heat consume his body, singeing his hair, the heat tearing at his skin.
Dean knelt on the floor after his jump, breathing heavily, taking his shirt away from his face, but not from his mouth and nose.
He looked around, spotted the door, flew through it and slammed the door shut.
The heat stopped, and Dean sighed in relief.
He looked around when a dull whooshing sound reached his ears, followed by more heat.
'oh come on!' he yelped, running from the corridor as the room opposite him burst into flame, sending choking some his way.
'Sammy!' Dean shouted, before coughing into his shirt. He realised with a jolt that he had left the door open, so the flames were spreading down the corridor towards him. He had to find Sam.
'Sam!' he yelled again, listening for an answer.
Not liking the silence, Dean carried on running down the corridor, checking each room for Sam.
After running past each door, they all burst into flames, sending searing heat straight at him.
His chest was getting tight; his shirt wasn't enough to keep out the smoke.
'Sam!' he choked out, streaming eyes still searching desperately for his brother.
He ran to the last room of the corridor, throwing the door open and looking inside,
The air was clear, fresh, and in the corner...
'Sammy!' Dean gasped, running to his brother and falling to his knees beside him.
He shook his unconscious brother awake, looking around as Sam groaned and woke groggily.
'Dean?' Sam said, looking around the room. What the hell had happened?
'Where are we?' he asked, sitting up. He frowned as he realised he couldn't fully move his left arm; it was in a cuff.
'What the-'he said, shaking the metal. Dean looked down, and then quickly reached into his pocket for the key to his cuff. He had to get them out of here soon...the fire would soon reach them.
'Come on Sam' he said, undoing Sam's handcuff.
Sam stood up shakily, rubbing his head.
'Dean-what the hells happening?' he asked, fear now clenching his chest as he saw smoke rippling into the room.
'Dean!' he yelped, but Dean said nothing. He was looking for a way out.
Sam was starting to ask questions again, but Dean stopped him.
'Listen!' he said, motioning for Sam to listen. Sam obeyed, trying to hear something.
He couldn't hear anything...until a high-pitched hissing sound caught his ears.
The sound reminded him of something...a Bunsen burner...
'I can hear gas!' he said, fear enveloping his voice. The corridor was filling with gas.
Suddenly, the gas was ignited, and Dean realised with a thrill of horror that they were both now trapped, the fire blocking their only exit.
'Son of a bitch' he muttered, looking around the room for an escape, but he couldn't find anything.
'Dean, what are we gonna do?' asked Sam, brown eyes filled with fear as he looked at his older brother, pinning his hopes that his brother would know what to do.
'I-I don't –I'm gonna get us outta here Sammy, ok?' he said, hitting Sam lightly on the shoulder for reassurance before racing to the door.
He tried to get a look at the state of the corridor, and his hurt sunk as he saw that the whole corridor was fully ablaze. There was no way they were gonna get out.
'Sammy...' Dean turned to his brother, but saw with horror Sam fall to his knees, coughing and retching.
'Sammy...Sam come on dude...' he said, pulling Sam round to face him, but he saw his brother's face was lifeless, the smoke filling his lungs, making him unable to breathe.
'No, no...' Dean choked, out, coughing into his own sleeve; he felt his eyes grow heavy, his chest tightening.
He moved Sam on the floor, and opened his airways.
Taking a deep breath of the acrid smoke, Dean placed his mouth over Sam's mouth and nose, and blew his own air down his throat.
He watched Sam's chest rise and fall, but Sam still wasn't breathing on his own.
'Come on...please...don't do this to me!' begged Dean, taking another lungful of smoke and breathing it into Sam.
After a few more breaths Dean realised that he couldn't do it anymore- his body just wouldn't let him.
'Come ...on...Sammy' he gasped, his chin hitting Sam's chest as he struggled to keep upright, his eyes clouding over, he could feel his chest tighten even more.
Though the fire was roaring, Dean heard the sounds of footfalls behind him, but he couldn't turn to see who it was.
All of a sudden he felt himself being moved off his brother, even though his fingers clawed at his shirt, not willing to be parted, but he was moved to a space next to him.
A moment later, he felt a mask being strapped to his face, and immediately fresh oxygen was pumped into his lungs, easing his coughing, making it clearer for him to breathe.
He tried to look around, to see what was happening to Sam, but he couldn't move his head very well. He tried to move the mask off his face, but a hand was soon upon him, making him push the mask back on his mouth.
He managed to turn his head just in time to see a figure bending over his brother, but he couldn't see what he was doing to him.
The figure then stood up, its huge frame obscuring his vision, before it then started to extinguish the flames that were engulfing them all.
The last thing that Dean saw before he sank into unconsciousness was the huge bulking man pick up his brother, and throwing him over his shoulder, before taking him out the room. The man then came back for him, picking him bodily up, his head lolling onto his shoulder as the darkness claimed him.
What's going to happen to Sam and Dean now?
Who saved them?
Find out in the next chapter!
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