I've got a lot coming up in the next few weeks, so this might be the last update for a couple weeks. I'm sorry about that but with finals and AP exams, guh I'm busy.

And I've decided; Castiel will not be in the story, but for those who wanted him, I promise I won't disappoint, and he will be arriving in maybe five chapters? We'll see how it goes.

Also, I will be at Anime Central in Chicago next week as Chell, so if anyone will be there, you should tell me! ;D

Sam sometimes thought Dean was occasionally too particular as to what made him angry, and right now, he was really upset, but why? If Sam had to guess, he would have to say that it was because this was just really outside of anything they had ever done. This is no simple exorcism or silver bullet cure, this is a man-made problem with no solution. The factory may have become active after such a stretch hibernating, but could that really be so strange? A ghost couldn't do it, and if a demon was behind the activation, why would it leave the girl alive? It also would not have let the brothers get as close as they did to an entrance.

Or maybe it was something else that Dean wasn't alluding to. Whatever the case, the Impala was racing down the highway, yet again through the empty northern Michigan horizon.

Upon reentry to town, Dean pulled into the gas station they drove past three times now to fill up. Standing outside while the meter runs, Dean scouts the diner they passed, too. With a good, loud rumble in his stomach, he realizes it has been all day since he last ate. Leaning into the open window, Sam is gathering all his belongs for when they check into the motel later.

"Let's go check out that place there." Sam didn't look up.

"I had the same idea." Dean smiled at the thought of the coming burger and pie. Maybe that will better his mood.

With the full tank, Dean drives down the pathetic main street into the small lot behind the diner. For such a small and empty town, the buildings were nice. There were no closed or abandoned shops, but there were only a few to begin with. The lot they were currently sitting in was hardly a lot, it was a slab of concrete that permitted maybe four cars tops to park.

Circling to the entrance in front, the brothers passed the large window with the name of the diner; Mel's, painted in large black letters, and behind the lettering was her.

With enough experience between the both of them, neither reacted in a noticeable manner. Dean made the nod to Sam once he saw, and Sam caught a glance in his periphery. This careful method of observation and identification has been the key to many solved cases. If the boys were to look surprised the woman was there, she could think they were after her, leaving her to run, and then where would they be?

The entered the shop through the door that was to the left of Chell. She stiffened as they entered, but she was not scared, per se, she just wanted to put as much distance between her and Aperture as she could.

The Winchester's scoped out the diner as they approached the counter. Sam ordered first, just a small turkey sandwich and a scone. Dean got a laugh from that. First and foremost, Dean placed his burger order then took a good long look at the pasty case. For such a tiny town, the bakery was quite stocked. The tortes, scones and cupcakes were nothing to the top row, where a very large apple pie stood proudly uncut next to a dry, crusty cake, crumbs strewn about, so much unlike the masterpiece next to it.

"Make it a double slice." The kid behind the counter smirked as he fulfilled the hunter's order.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and chose a seat at a small table within hearing distance of Chell, who had a small plate of various goods from the case, along with a tall glass of water. She was very still.

Chell, though, was calculating. She didn't really know what to expect from the men who gave her a ride, but also pointed a gun at her. It would likely be in her best interest to see what they wanted, if they wanted anything at all. The only thought that truly dominated her mind was how kind the clerk was. Every so often he would come by and present her another treat from the case. She tried rejecting, but he always said it was on the house. At least the people here were kind.

Maybe not all of them. The strange men took a seat quite close to her in the empty shop. It would be foolish to trust everyone she met, but it would also be idiotic to refuse to trust everyone. It was an awful situation that she would prefer not worry about at present; after all, she was trapped in the test chambers not two days ago.

The kind boy brought the strangers' food, and he smiled at her, which she returned. After a few minutes of them eating, they began to speak about their findings at the factory, all of which had been news to Chell. She doesn't remember ever entering, and she definitely didn't leave the facility in a conventional manner. The only thing she remembers feels like a distant dream, and it is a security booth surrounded by trees and wheat. She does not worry about how vague that feels, but more so the fact that she can't remember when that happened.

The boys kept on talking, and ridiculously loud, too. Maybe that was just her.

"I'm worried about that elevator though. It is obviously the only way into the building, but we have no idea if it's safe or if it'll get us out." Dean was speaking with his mouth full.

"Yeah, but there must be another exit. They aren't just going to drop these high society people into a testing area right away. And what's wrong with the front doors?" Sam pulled out his book and was looking for something specific.

"No way, man. You see those doors? Something sealed it shut, and whatever it was killed the people inside. There was blood on the windows, and on those things by the door. Something made it out and died there, or was dragged back in. I'm not sure where we should stand on getting in until we have a way to get out."

"It's funny how you're the one making plans now." Sam smirked and Dean shot a piece of bread at him. "But I do see what you mean. This could close the case on the missing persons, but it we could be in way over our heads."

"Yeah, but we've thought that before. But all those people…" Dean tapered off.

"Just when I thought you were feeling better." Sam rolled his eyes, thinking Dean was about to get mopey again.

"I hate the idea that there could be thousands of missing test subjects still under there, trapped for whatever reason because no one is there to help them. Hell, no one knows they're even there!"

Chell dropped her fork. It clattered to the ground and she scrambled to pick it up, furious at herself for showing emotional investment in their conversation. Dean and Sam's staged conversation was working perfectly. Just a few more lines and maybe she'd break.

"Dean, we don't even know if they're there." Chell neatly stood and made a move for the counter. Not expecting her to just leave, the boys sit and wait for her next move. She steps back from the counter and heads for her bundle on the seat next to her. Once her gear is in hand, she steps past the Winchester table, drops a folded note and heads for the door. Dean opens it quickly and in god-awful handwriting it reads 'follow'. He looks to her at the door, and she beckons as she softly clears her throat.

Sam and Dean made eye contact and followed her out the door. She walked out to the back of Mel's Diner to where the car was parked. In the secluded area of the back, she placed her back on the wall and let her jumpsuit bundle fall to her feet. The brothers just stood there. She coughs very loudly and for a few seconds and clears her throat.

In the softest possible voice, in the most raspy, almost inaudible voice, Chell barely can murmur;

"My…my name is Chell. I'm a test subject." She broke out into a fit of wretched coughing again, and made a grabbing motion to her throat.

"I came from Aperture Science."

There we go. The story is going to pick up from here.

Also, Dean or Sam and Chell will not end up together, I don't want it to seem like I am building to that since I'm not. I figured that's the best way to make this pleasing to as many as possible.