So this is a part of my thanksgiving mega update part 1. Yes, there will be two different times, one now and one closer to said day of major update. Can't even begin to tell you guys how any damn words I've written. And being that I've written so much here, I've really needed stuff to get inspiration off of, which entails loads of caffeine, sugar, and songs to go with almost every dang scene. So I need to give credits to diet coke and NOS for the caffeine and Hershey's for the sugar.

In this and actually the next chapter, Sammy's song is the same for every scene he's in: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. Fits even better in next chapter. Listen to it and trust me, you'll get it. Dean's song in this chapter is Miss Murder by A.F.I. This is mostly due to...well, you'll see... Adrya's is Elegy by As I Lay Dying. When you think Adrya think scream/heavy metal cuz that's what you're going to see her most often :). I usually don't like scream but it really does suit her, her race, and her personality.

Episode 3: Concert

Part 1: Prelude

Part 2: Cresendo

Part 3: Encore

Sam crouched low, the rough outcrop poking his skin. In their small cave inside a cave, he had built a small, smokeless fire towards the middle, casting a soft light, which seemed to amp up shadows. He was careful to feed it with plenty of the materials Adrya had provided him, conserving them so that they wouldn't run out and be forced to search for an alternative means of lighting.

He let his eyes wander over to Adrya. She was next to their prisoner, holding a knife to her neck as she secured the bonds on her. She'd stop protesting long ago, after Adrya's threat became all too real when she cut into her on the neck, leaving a shallow gash in her wake.

As he rose, he could feel the lightest throbbing coming from where his wound had once been. While his body now healed itself pretty much alone, that didn't mean Sam's nerve endings couldn't be damaged. It was a lesson in his own anatomy he loathed. And just because his wounds closed themselves didn't mean he didn't bruise or get sore. He was now, in fact, paying for carrying Dean's dead weight.

Sam flexed his shoulder back, feeling a dull throb. He looked downwards toward Dean, whom lay deathly still. He hadn't stirred once while they were moving; which, Sam thought grimly, was both bad and good. Good in that Dean would have refused help had he awoken, that coupled with the awkward way Sam was forced to carry him. Bad in that Sam had no idea what was wrong with him and wouldn't—couldn't—know till he was conscious.

His eyes flashed and for a moment, he could see the deep gouges across Dean's chest once more, breaking the once smooth skin. Could see Dean's lifeless green eyes behind their lids, the last desperate cries ringing on his ears once again for near the millionth time.

He shook it off. Dean was going to be all right. Dean was all right. He had barely been hurt, after all…

He eyed his older brother. His chest barely rose and fell. But that was normal for Dean. Sam had been used to it before. But now, every little thing that could be a problem was for Sam.

He leaned over and placed one hand next to Dean's nose. A light, feathery stream of air caressed his skin as Dean breathed out. Sam gave a sad smile as he stood straight once more, satisfied for now. Though the head wound looked bad, part of him knew it was superficial. Dean would be alright, no concussions, no brain damage, just enough force to knock him out temporarily.

He moved to the front of the little cavern, staying on the wall as he peered out. He could see randomly placed lanterns and tents along with a few fires and the shadowy figures of a few sirens. They were not more than twenty yards away from the group's current location. Sam tried to gauge the number. Though his rough estimate could be off by dozens, he knew he could do it if he had to.

He turned back to Adrya and Dean. Clinging to the shadows till he reached his brother's side, Sam eyed the gag in his mouth. He knew he would freak if he woke with it in, but there really wasn't much choice. Either way, Dean waking up would not be the quietest act in the world. But this way at least this way, he would have a moment to think and hopefully would see that he wasn't tied up and think better of flipping out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Adrya coming to him. But his eyes never left Dean as he crouched over and for near the fiftieth time checked his pulse. His warm was a reassuring sign.

"I need you to look after him." Sam said firmly. He could just see in his minds eye with a scowl on her face as he spoke the words. But he didn't care. He wasn't leaving Dean here alone.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm not leaving him here alone."

"I'm not going to let you go alone." He still didn't look at her.

"Yes you are."

"Sam…"

He finally turned and looked at her, his gaze as stern and unwavering as Dean's he realized. She had that stubborn look on her face that Sam had seen at least once every time they spoke. "Look. Here's how it is. Either you stay here with him and I'll go ninja and get the job done or you'll go by yourself and I'll take him to the hospital. But if you could do this yourself than why the hell did you get my brother and me involved in the first place? Somehow I highly doubt you can. So your staying here if I have to shut this cavern like the damn cave Jesus was sealed in till I come back. I'm not leaving him with that scum. No offense."

"None taken." The siren in the background voiced.

Adrya flexed her jaw, a dismayed look on his face. Sam smiled inwardly to himself as he realized that this time he was the sense making one and he could tell she hated it. She didn't protest anymore as he prepared to leave.

As he slipped out of the cavern, he could hear her yell after him. "Fine. But if he wakes up and you are not back within an hour, I'm going to hunt you down." He smiled to himself. Sure she would.

He couldn't help but look back once more. He had been uneasy about leaving Dean ever since he'd come back from Hell, but for some reason, at that moment, he felt as if he left, he would never see him again. Like he was leaving him forever. And he didn't know if it was real—one of his premonitions or "feelings"—from the demon blood or if it was just his nerves getting the best of him.

But he had no time to think much about it as he spotted a siren. He ducked behind a tent as the siren slowly walked towards him, oblivious to the danger she faced. He gripped his blade tightly and waited, his body in a real runner's stance.

When she was less than two feet away, he sprung at her. She had no time to do any form of reaction and within seconds, the blade lay lodged in her gut as he held her mouth tightly to ensure she stayed for the most part silent. Her body writhed for a moment, struggling to be free as blood poured from her gut. He ripped his blade down and her body went limp.

He dragged her body over behind the tent. A tarp was conveniently lying there and he spread it over her corpse so no one would know till it was too late.

He turned as he wiped the bloody knife across the inside of his tarp. There was another shadow coming towards his and he prepared to attack once more…

An extremely tight feeling in across his jaw coupled with the dry soreness of letting your mouth hang open for hours were the first two things Dean was aware of as he woke. An endless list of discomforts followed. His head was pounding and there was this terrible ach. He could taste blood in his mouth and grimaced as he felt a large, jagged cut across his tongue. His whole body was achy and covered in random cuts and bruises. There was a white-hot pain resonating through his knee. His arms and legs, in some places, were numb. But he could feel nothing life threatening.

He let his eye flutter open and gave a muffled groan as light overwhelmed them. It wasn't that super crazy bright, but to his eyes, the world had been black for so long, the sudden light was overwhelming. Letting his eyes adjust, though, even for one, pain-staking moment was not on his list of importance and within a second Dean forced himself up despite his blindness.

That was the first time he noticed that his hands and his feet were unbound. He stopped himself, baffled by this fact. Why gag him but not bind his hands and feet if he was captured? Unless he was in some cell…but then why gag him? They hadn't before.

He let his eyes wander around the cave, searching for some answer. With in a second, he spotted something and his stomach dropped. It was a woman. Her brown hair fell down to her mid back and she had an angled, beautiful face. She was the type of woman, in fact, that Dean would normally hit on…except her eyes told him what she was. Another damn siren…

As his hands went to his mouth to slip the gag out, she finally seemed to notice he was conscious.

"One hour on the clock." He heard her mutter to herself before speaking louder, clearly addressing him. "Good. You're awake."

Dean groaned. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice dry and raspy. He stretched his jaw, feeling a deep-rooted pain.

"What do you remember?" She asked.

"I remember your friends kidnapping me. I remember climbing out of that damn cell and fighting. Then there was the most terrible sound. Then I got a face full of dirt and that's bout it. You bitches capture Sam 'n' me?"

"No, and I think I deserve some respect. I'm the girl that saved your sorry ass."

"Ya, I'll have to get back to you bout being grateful. Never was a graceful riser."

"Well, I see Sam got all the manners in the family…" A sick feeling hit Dean. He'd forgotten.

Bracing himself against the wall, he tried to stand. A jolt of pain ran down his leg as his knee burned. He near screamed as he fumbled, nearly collapsing. Dean realized as he tried once more to rise with a sick feeling that at some point, his knee had not only been broken, it had been shattered, pulverized. He winced as he put shifted all of his weight to the opposite leg. "Where is he?" Dean asked, his voice painted with pain and fear.

"Stay down. You were hurt pretty bad…" Dean ignored her and still tried to push himself upwards.

"Where is Sam?" He said, his voice much stronger.

"Easy Dean. Conserve your strength. With any luck, you won't need it, but from what I've heard, you don't really have the best luck…."

"Where. Is. Sam." He growled, pausing after each word for emphasis.

"Relax. He's fine. He just went on a little errand." She gestured over her shoulder at the siren camp just a little while over.

"You let him go by himself to face a village full of sirens?!" He got a sick feeling.

"Hey. I tried to go with, but he was all 'I don't want to leave them here by themselves.'"

That sounded like Sam all right. Always trying to defend him, even though it wasn't his place. "Wait a minute…them?" Dean asked, questionably. He noticed for the first time the siren in the corner of the room. "Not you…" He gasped. The siren gave a wide, cruel smile and her eyes went black.

"Dean." She said with vigor.

"Bella…" he groaned.

The ropes binding her snapped as if they were made of string. She rose slowly, her eye never leaving Dean. The other siren rushed towards her, knife drawn and her body tense to attack. With the quick twist of her head, Bella flung the siren backwards, pinning her against the wall.

"That's not very nice…" Bella mocked, her black eyes callous as she moved cockily toward Dean.

He tried to get away, rising up as high as he dared with the state his knee was in. He stepped away, dragging his knees, never fully taking his eyes off of Bella. She simply smiled and swished her hand. He felt his knee give way, aided by her demonic powers. He fell to the ground, his knee screaming. He couldn't keep the pained yell from tearing from his lips.

Bella's smile grew as he continued to walk towards him in a slow, monotonous pace. He dragged his body across the ground. His feeble effort of escape seemed to please her. She didn't need to move fast to keep up with him or catch him. While he desperately dragged his body across the ground, having to do so gingerly to keep from further injuring himself, she simply walked.

It didn't take long for her to be on him, looking down at him in a cruel manner. He drew Ruby's knife.

"One more step and I will. I swear I will." He growled. She flicker her hand. He could feel the knife trying to slip out of his hand. He knew if he lost it, it would be all over. He gritted his teeth and pushed back. He plunged the knife upwards, cleaving her arm.

Bella seemed shocked as blood and a wild array of sparks danced out of her wound. She eyed it with the same odd confusion and curiosity a child with her first blood-drawing injury. She seemed shocked that it actually hurt.

But within a moment, she looked down at him, a scowl on her feature. "You missed." She said detachedly.

"I wasn't aiming to kill you." Dean answered as a big grin met his face. He flung his hands up to his ears and nodded.

Bella gave him a confused look but with in a second, it became obvious what she meant as a loud screech filled the air. Bella fell to her knees. Even with his ears covered, his ears killed and he was going near insane from the strength of her cry.

He distantly heard the sound grow louder and felt a tight tug on his waist as strong fine arms supported his weight. The two dashed off, into the darkness of the cavern…