"Hey, hey, are you alright? How's your head?"

These are the first words Dean hears hours, days? later. His head pounds, and the face before him is a swirl of waves.

"Can you hear me? I said-"

"I heard you," Dean groans and fights to sit up. "Where are we?"

"We're in a bunker in the orchard," Dean recognizes the voice as Nancy. "It's the one Joe and I hid in the other night."

"Great. That means you can get us out."

Nancy snorts. "We locked ourselves in last time. Not so much today."

Dean winces and touches the back of his head. "Yeah, I figured as much. So, how did they get you?"

"I had just hung up with my friend Bess when they grabbed me," Nancy shakes her head regretfully. "I couldn't get a scream out."

"Don't feel bad. They jumped me from behind. I didn't even see them."

"So what do you think they're gonna do next? Kill us?"

Dean nods. "Or I guess sacrifice is the classier word for it."

Nancy rolls her eyes. "Right which means we need to get out of here."

"You're speaking my language," Dean shoves at the door. He bangs with his fists and pulls at the latches. Nothing. "How long do you think we got?"

"Maybe a couple of hours?" Nancy guesses. "It was still day light when they threw you in here."

"And you didn't fight them off?"

"Oh sure," Nancy responds dryly. "Three against one I can handle. It was the guns that threw me off."

"Fan-freaking-tastic," Dean mutters. "You know, they're probably guarding the door."

"It's a possibility," Nancy admits. "But if I'm gonna die, I'm dying fighting."

Dean grins. "Damn right."

Nancy steps up to the door. A few tugs proves it won't budge. "We need to chip away the dirt from this door. This looks like an old root cellar."

"With what?" Dean holds up his hands. "They took my knife."

"I bet," Nancy stands thoughtful. Her face lights up, and she quickly rips off a high heel.

"What are you doing?"

"$700 Loubountin's should do more than just look fabulous," Nancy smirks. "They should also kill a witch and maybe just maybe save our lives."

Dean shakes his head in disbelief as Nancy chips away from the dirt. "I'll pack a pair next time if this works."

Nancy laughs. "I don't think they carry them in your size."

"Give me your other shoe," Dean scoffs.

"You're not trying them on!" Nancy stops in horror.

"No! And keep chipping. I'm gonna help."

Nancy is right about the age of the cellar, and it's not long before they've chipped away enough for Dean to reach a hand through.

"Back up, Nancy. I'm gonna try to pull this sucker down."

Nancy scurries back as Dean tugs. Two, three pulls, and she hears the wood splinter.

"You did it!" Nancy cries with delight.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm amazing," Dean puffs, but he doesn't have time to relax as Nancy grabs his hand and races from the cellar.

It's nearly dark as they pass through the orchard. They stumble past trees reaching a small clearing.

"Which way?" Dean huffs.

Nancy bites her lip. "I don't know. It doesn't look the same."

"Awesome," Dean mutters. "Oh crap."

"What?"

"I left your shoe."

Nancy is stunned. "Who cares?"

"They're $700 shoes!"

"Not exactly on the top of my list of concerns right now."

"But-"

"Dean!"

"Fine! We'll just get out of here," Dean looks around. "Let's take this path and follow it. I can't see where it ends, but at least it's out of this orchard."

"You're not going anywhere."