Dean stretched his arms over his head and was momentarily disoriented when his hands hit rock. Then it came back to him.

He moved his legs slightly, waiting for the shot of pain that would probably result. He was surprised to find that the pain was minimal. Full-fledged doctor or not, Danielle had obviously done a good job. Speaking of whom...

"Dani?" His voice was a bit hoarse and he cleared his throat to try again but she was already responding.

"Hey there. I'm right here." She sounded amused.

"What's so funny? Did you paint stuff on my face while I was sleeping or something?"

She chuckled. "No, nothing like that. It's just... Did you call me Dani?"

He smirked. "Yeah, I guess I did."

He reached for the candle and matches he'd placed off to his side before going to sleep and lit them. He sat up slowly and leaned back against the wall. She was leaning against her knees and she looked tired. He wondered if she'd slept at all. "Sorry, does that annoy you or something? Too tomboy sounding or something?"

She shook her head in the negative and smiled wearily. "No, not at all. I am a bit of a tomboy anyway. And most of my friends and family call me Dani." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "In fact, I think the only person who calls me Danielle these days is my boyfriend."

Ah, the boyfriend rears his ugly head. I was wondering if she had one of those... Dean flashed a wry smile. "Dani it is then." She laughed, but she still sounded tired to him. "How long was I out? Did you get any sleep?"

She checked her watch. "About an hour and a half, I think. How're you feeling? How's your leg"

He yawned and flexed his toes a bit. "Almost good as new. You didn't answer my question: Did you get any sleep yourself?"

She shrugged. "A little I guess."

"Not enough, I'm thinking. And you don't exactly look comfortable all hunched up like that."

"Ah, I can sleep pretty much anywhere these days. Being in Med School has trained me to catch a few winks whenever and wherever the opportunity arises."

The truth was, she'd spent the entire time trying to figure out their next move. Would her sister have figured out she was missing yet? Surely Jack would have cottoned on that something was wrong when she didn't return his call and hadn't returned to Boston yet? Then she'd realized that he hadn't known she was coming back early...

Does anyone even know we're here?

Dani finally released her knees and crawled over near Dean's legs and lifted the blanket over his wounded shin. "Let me just take a look..."

Dean caught sight of his socks and smirked. "Taking my boots off was probably not the best idea. I haven't been out of them for the better part of 24 hours..." Dean smiled with mild embarrassment, rubbing his hand over his hair.

"Don't worry, Dean. I've smelled worse." She gave him a sly grin. "But not much."

He laughed. "Hey, if you'd waited until I was awake, I would have warned you-"

"I'm just kidding. They didn't smell that bad." She pushed the denim out of the way and peeled up the temporary bandage. "Hmm. Looks not too bad actually. You must be a fast healer."

"Ah, like I said, this old body's been through it's share of scrapes. I've probably just adjusted."

"Why is that, Dean?"

"What?"

"Why have you had so many injuries? Are you some sort of athlete or something?"

She eyed his biceps, now clearly visible from his t-shirt since the blanket had slid down around his waist. He looked to be in pretty good shape, and she'd seen a lot of the school's athletes visiting their facilities for various medical treatments and seemingly neverending sessions of physiotherapy.

Overly tired and distracted, Dani didn't realize that her eyes were pretty much fixed on his arms and she jerked her eyes back to his face in embarrassment when he replied.

"An athlete? Uh, no- not exactly. We're... um..." He found that he couldn't think of a good lie for a change. He was drawing a blank. "We're... we're sort of hunters."

Dani squinted as she tried to translate what he was saying. "Who's the we?"

"My brother Sam and me."

"Ah, and by hunters you mean... Like game hunters or...?"

"More like... Bounty Hunters." Sure, that worked. Why not?

"Really?" Dani was intrigued. Bounty Hunting wasn't exactly a common profession.

"Yup. We're the real deal."

"So you're in Albuquerque to chase a felon, or a bail jumper, or something like that?"

Dean thought about Sam's vision of the woman who was sitting before him and smiled vaguely. "Yeah, something like that." And speaking of Sam... "My brother's probably hot on our trail right now though, I'm betting. He'll get us out of here, don't worry."

Dani nodded distactedly. "I've been trying to figure out how long we've been in here... I think it's the middle of the night, probably the same day we were taken. I wonder if a ransom has been demanded yet."

He looked at her closely, wondering if it was a good idea to voice his concerns and possibly stress her out. She seemed to be holding it together so far; he figured he might as well let her hear his thoughts on the matter. "I was thinking about this ransom thing. Seems to me most big companies that get hit up would have some sort of policy in place, right? The kidnappers would have to prove you were still alive or they don't release the money?"

Dani nodded again. "Yeah, the Archer firm has a policy like that. We've had some discussions about it recently, ironically."

"Well, if that's the case, then that means we've got a few different scenarios that could be playing out here: One, the kidnappers will be returning here at some point in the near future to obtain this "proof" so they can get their money. Or Two, they'll go straight to your father, who I'm sure has probably got a nice fortune free and clear of the company, right?"

She smiled softly. "My father passed away when Drew and I were just babies, Dean. My mother too."

"Oh. Sorry."

She shrugged. "It's OK. I don't even remember them."

Dean felt a small tinge of sadness on her behalf. He may have lost both his parents as well, but at least he'd known them. He even had some pleasant memories of his mother, even though she'd died when he was so young. "Alright, well... Then I guess that option is out? What about your sister- could she raise that sort of money?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. The bulk of our money comes through the firm. She'd still have to adhere to the same proof policy."

Dean regarded her grimly but said nothing. She sensed he was holding something back, however.

"Dean? Is there a third avenue here? What aren't you saying?"

He blew out a quiet breath. "Well... The other possibility is that someone dumped us here just to get rid of us."

A chill curled around her spine. The thought had never occured to her. And the reality of his statement was even more disturbing still:

Get rid of us? Get rid of ME, you mean...

Still, something didn't fit with that explanation and she was more than willing to grasp at any rational reason why that last theory could not be the case. "But that makes no sense, Dean. Why would they have left us supplies then? You don't leave a blanket, flashlight and supplies to someone you want dead."

One side of his mouth twitched upward. "What do you think has been keeping me from getting too worried yet?"

She smiled back, her hope returning. "OK, good. That's good then. I feel a little better again."

"Ah yes... It was all part of my clever psychological plan. Give you the worst-case scenario so that in comparison, your current situation looks fantastic."

Dani couldn't help but laugh. "Well, that's more good news. With such a clever mastermind on my side, I'm sure we'll get out of here."

Dean laughed now too. "Clever mastermind- I like that. Be sure and mention that opinion to my brother when we get out of here, will ya? He always gets to be the smart one, what with all his fancy book learnin' and such."

She continued to giggle. "What sort of fancy book learning?"

"Ah, Law School, or some other such nonsense. He just decided he needed a break from school for a bit, so he's been working with me."

Dani couldn't suppress the nudge of envy at Dean's apparent closeness with his brother. "That's really cool- that you can work so closely with your brother. It must be nice to get along that well."

Dean smirked. "Ah, it ain't always a picnic, that's for sure. We have our moments."

"So, if Sam's the smart one, what does that make you?"

He flashed her his most appealing smile. "The muscle and good looks, of course."

Dani laughed heartily and Dean tried to look appalled that she wasn't taking him seriously, but in the end he laughed along with her. She hoped he hadn't noticed her cheeks getting flushed when he'd brought out that secret weapon of a smile of his.

"Well, you're obviously very close. You're lucky. I wish I could say that about Drew and I."

"You don't get along?"

"No, not really. You'd think that as identical twins we'd automatically have so much in common, but I don't think we could be less alike, in all honestly."

Dean's mind churned over this new information. Twins? Sammy never mentioned anything about twins...

"Dean? You OK?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I was just thinking about Sam... Wondering where he is right now."

The more he thought about this new development, the more he worried. Since Sam's visions inevitably had something to do with the yellow-eyed demon, was there a possibilty that it hadn't been Dani he'd been seeing, but her twin sister Drew? What if the danger was with Drew? Was his little brother in trouble out there? Without him to protect him?

Dean now knew one thing for certain: They had to get out of there and they had to do it soon.

Dani had been watching Dean transform before her, growing steadily more serious in front of her eyes. She was about to ask him what was going on when he suddenly started to hoist himself up.

"Well, I think it's about time I took a look around and saw what we're dealing with here."

He grimaced slightly and she moved quickly to his side to help him up. "Dean, I'm not sure if it's a good ide-"

"I'm fine. Now that that splinter's out of me, it's a whole new ballgame." He looked past her towards the supplies. "Can you grab me the flashlight?"

"Look, I want to get out of here too, but if it's dark out there's no point in trying to look for cracks where the sunlight-"

"That's if we're sealed in. What if we're not?"

She had no argument for him. She'd thought the same thing earlier when she'd been trying to feel for an opening in the dark. "OK. Let's go."

"Maybe you should stay here." The edge she'd recognized hidden behind his lighthearted demeanor earlier was now in the forefront, but she wasn't about to be pushed around.

"Not likely." She gestured towards his injury. "I'm in better shape than you are, anyway. And feel free to carry the flashlight if it makes you feel like you're in charge, but we're going together."

He smirked at her sudden assertiveness, pleased to find she had some backbone. He'd always liked that in a woman.

"Yes, ma'am."

He shone the flashlight to either side of them and then looked at her in question. "Which way? Ladies choice."