A.N: Thanks to those of you who've taken the time to review so far. I really appreciate it.

"Danielle! Come on, talk to me!"

Still no answer.

Worried, Dean started to consider the possibility of hobbling after her, despite the excruciating pain it would no doubt involve. He started lifting himself up, but he stopped when he thought he heard some faint coughing. "Danielle?"

"I'm OK. I just fell and knocked the air out of my lungs. I'm fine."

Dean sighed with relief at his end of the cave. "You sure you're OK? Can you make it back here alright?"

Dani felt around her knees and located what she'd tripped over. "Yeah, I'm alright. And I'm coming back right away." She stood up and then reached back down towards the mystery object. "I've found something, Dean. I'm bringing it back; hold on."

Dean could hear her shuffling back in his direction, so he continued speaking to help guide her. "You found something? What is it?"

"It's a bag... maybe a duffle bag?" It was fairly heavy and awkward, but she was managing to lift it nonetheless.

"Did you try to open it?"

She was embarrassed to admit she hadn't wanted to open it by herself. Who knew what was inside? "Uh, no. Not yet."

"That's probably for the best. Wait until you bring it back here and I'll do it, in case there's something dangerous inside." God, I hope there aren't any rats in there. I hate the little bastards.

Normally, she would have found his comments patronizing, but Dani had been trying to ignore similar scenarios involving snakes, bugs, dead bodies... or all of the above. Still, she couldn't give up her independence altogether. "Yeah, alright. We can check it out together."

If Dean caught her tone he didn't mention it, and continued to talk her back to his location. He was immensely relieved when she finally put the bag beside him. "You sure you're alright?"

She smirked. "Never better. Bag's right beside you, boss."

He did laugh at that one, and then patted his hands out until they connected with material. "Got it. Let's see what we've got here."

She knelt on the opposite side of the bag, listening to Dean feel around the top of it. "Can you reach it OK?"

"Yeah, no problem." He felt around some more. "OK, here we go. I found the zipper."

Dani was practically holding her breath as Dean pulled the zipper open. She was almost ready to reach into the opening herself when he spoke up. "Better let me have a quick feel around first. There might be something sharp in there and if one of us has to get hurt, I'd prefer it not be the doctor."

She couldn't help but grin at his logic. "OK, hero. But be careful."

He laughed before reaching back for the opening. "Well, here goes nothing..."

Waiting for Dean to reveal his discoveries felt like some sort of twisted Christmas morning and it took all of Dani's restraint not to start digging around in there with him. Where had this bag come from? Was it dumped by the same people who'd brought them here?

"Hmm. Well, I think this is a blanket." He pulled out a bundle and set it beside the bag. He rummaged a little more. "I guess it would be too much to ask for there to be a flashlight in here..." His fingers hit on a hard object. "There's some sort of metal box in here, too." He pulled it out and felt for a lock or a clasp. He found the two latches and pulled it open, but he couldn't figure out what was inside. "There are a bunch of things wrapped in plastic inside, but I have no idea what it all is."

"Here, let me." Dani reached out and followed Dean's hands to the box. While she felt the items inside, Dean continued his perusal of the bag.

"There are a bunch more things wrapped in plastic in the bottom. Maybe it's food?" He squeezed some large plastic bottles he'd found and was rewarded by a sloshing sound. "Bingo. I think we got water." He had just wrapped his hands around a strange group of thin tubes tied together with some string when he heard Dani give a small gasp.

"Dean... I think you really need to find that flashlight because I'm pretty sure this is a First Aid kit."

"Yeah?"

He felt some renewed hope. If they could get him back on his feet and mobile, he knew they stood a better chance of getting out of there. He pulled the bound items out of the bag, trying to figure out what they were. "Well, no flashlight so far..." He scraped one of the tubes with his fingernail and ran the residue through his fingertips. "Hold on a sec- I think I may have something here." He rummaged around in the bag for a second and then cursed. "Dammit. I think these are candles, but I can't find any- Oh, here we go." She could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Cover your eyes, darlin'. It's about to get a lot brighter in here."

She listened to him scratch the matches off the cover and she was suddenly certain that the face she would soon be looking into would be the man from her visions, and that she would finally find the key to this whole confusing mess. She squinted her eyes in preparation...

And was disappointed to find out that she was wrong. The man suddenly facing her was not the man in her vision.

He was just as handsome as the other man, but his hair and his eyes were definitely different- this man's hair seemed lighter and shorter, and his eyes were either blue or green; not the dark brown she'd been expecting. And right now those eyes were staring at her with as much confusion as she probably had reflecting in her own. There was something else in his expression as well, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All she knew right now was that she was no closer to understanding what was happening than before.

As he held the match to the candle wick, he gave her a small, vaguely bemused smile and she felt her heart rate speed up a little. She smiled back and tried to cover up what could only be classified as a schoolgirl's response to an extremely attractive man.

"Hi, Dean."

"Hi, Danielle. It's nice to see you."

She laughed and Dean was riveted by the sparkle of the candlelight in her big brown eyes. Damn, she's even hotter than I thought. But still...

This was definitely the woman he and Sam had seen inside the Archer Building, but there was something different about her. His hunter's instincts had taken an instant snapshot of her appearance once his eyes had adjusted to the light. She wasn't dressed the same as she was when he'd seen her earlier, for one thing. Overall, she looked less... polished. But that was in her favour, he decided. She was an honest-to-goodness natural beauty and she didn't need all that make-up and crap to make her look good.

And she made him nervous.

First off, she was the woman in Sam's visions and that never boded well. Maybe Sam had been forseeing this kidnapping happening to her, but if so then why hadn't he seen more than a glimpse of her? The visions he'd had of her had been different than any others Sam had ever had before, as far as he knew. And now they were trapped God-knew-where and he had no idea what it all meant. In fact, all he really had were questions: If Sam's visions always had something to do with the demon, how was Danielle tied to that?

Secondly, although Dean knew it was totally irrelevent to their situation, her initial response to seeing him had left him unsettled. He'd never had any trouble with the ladies, and with a few exceptions they'd never had any trouble with him either. So why had Danielle looked a bit disappointed when she'd first gotten a look at him? He knew it was stupid; that he shouldn't let it bother him. But it did.

"We should probably do a little inventory here." Danielle's words pulled him from his musings and he nodded.

"Right. Let's see what we've got here..."

"Well, I think you're right. I don't think they were planning on dumping two captives in here." Dean took a small swig of the bottled water and handed it to Dani. "One blanket... rations that would probably last one person a week... It all seems to indicate they had one target in mind."

Dani shook her head guiltily. "Dean, I'm just so sorry."

He hadn't intended to make her feel guilty again and he felt like kicking himself. He casually reached into the bag. "Hey, I'm just glad it looks like they wanted to keep us alive, or else why leave a bag of supplies? I mean the blanket alone seems to point to the kidnappers not having any darker intentions. It shows a level of consideration."

She still looked stressed so he took a different tack. "Don't worry, Danielle. We'll make do. I mean, they left us two rolls of toilet paper."

Dani burst out laughing and Dean felt relieved again. At least she had a sense of humor. She continued to smile, shaking her head at him with wonder. "If nothing else Dean, I'm sure you're going to keep me entertained."

He laughed and made a slight bowing motion. "I aim to please."

She nodded, still smiling, and then looked at the small box sitting beside him. "And I'm thinking that, unless I want to be stuck carrying you somewhere to... uh... do your business as it were, I better get that shard out of your leg."

Dean's eyes went slightly wider. "Yeah? Are you sure?" He started pawing through the duffle bag again. "Maybe we missed a bedpan in here..."

Dani laughed softly. "I think it'll be alright, Dean. But you're going to have to trust me."

His eyes went to hers and he could read the tension there. And for whatever reason, he found he did trust her; completely. "I trust you. Let's do it."

She smiled gently and tore the plastic off some gauze from the First Aid kit. As he watched her hands moving he noticed something. "Hey, hold up." He reached out for her hand and turned it over. "That's a nasty gash. I think we should fix that up first."

"It's not too bad. It can wait until-"

"Nope. Hand me a bandage and some antiseptic." He looked at her meaningfully. "Please."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Yes, Doctor. Right away."

She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from his ministrations, amazed at how careful his touch was. It wasn't that bad a cut, but still he cleaned it out gently before gently placing the bandaid on.

"That should do it. Come back and see me in a few days if it causes you any trouble." His face was serious but was offset by a twinkle of humor in his eyes and she laughed again. She thanked him before returning to the more serious task at hand: removing the shard from his shin.

She removed a small pair of scissors and looked at him apologetically. "I hope these aren't your favourite jeans..." She began cutting upward from the bottom cuff until she had opened them to his knee.

Dean smiled kindly back. "Nah." He pointed at the blood stained material beside him that had been wrapped around his leg. "I just hope this wasn't your favourite shirt."

"Nah."

She moved the folded blanket under his leg to keep it somewhat elevated, and then he stopped her with a hand on her arm. She looked at him in question and he pulled the blanket back out. "There's something hard in there- I think there's something wrapped in the blanket." He gave a tug at the fold and something metal came tumbling out.

Dani exclaimed happily, "Oh... A flashlight! This is way better than operating by candlelight, Dean." She flashed a bright smile at him. "Much better. Do you think you'll be able to keep the light shining on your leg for me? This could get more than a little painful for you..."

Caught up in her sudden enthusiasm, he saluted her. "I'll handle it, don't worry."

She propped the blanket back under his leg and grabbed the antiseptic. "Alright then. Let's do this."

Dean had finally dozed off and Dani tucked the blanket tighter around him. She'd removed his boots while he slept and placed them to the side, hoping to keep the circulation moving properly through his legs. She'd also removed a couple items from the duffle bag and propped it under his head as a makeshift pillow.

She had to give it to the guy- he'd been a real trooper when she'd pulled that nasty piece of plastic from his leg. He'd grunted a little and uttered a few colourful expletives, but other than that he'd barely complained. That was more than she could say for a lot of people who'd actually had some anesthetic in them.

She wiped a few remaining drops of sweat from his brow and snuggled a little further into his jacket. When she had insisted on giving him the blanket and telling him he needed to sleep, he'd pulled off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, his steady gaze daring her to argue with him. Little had he known that she was so chilled at that point she probably would have crawled under the blanket with him otherwise. And little did she know, he probably would have let her.

She was warm now, though. She leaned back against the rock wall and watched him sleeping, taking a closer look at her accidental roommate. If you looked hard enough, you could see a few scars on his face, but none that distracted from his overall attractiveness. And he was attractive, of that there was no doubt.

She'd never been one to be swayed by a pretty face but she had to admit she'd felt a bit flushed a couple times when he'd smiled at her. She hoped the dim light had masked it, however. She had no idea how long they'd be trapped in here and she didn't want there to be any awkwardness, especially since he seemed like a pretty decent guy so far.

But despite his jokes and somewhat laissez-faire attitude, she could sense an underlying edge. Whether it was something she had picked up through her "gift" or whether it was something she noticed in his eyes sometimes, she couldn't say. Either way, it was there.

She put out the candle to conserve their light sources and wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her forehead against them.

What now?