PN: yay! Another chappie! HEY! Who's that?

Me: my Plot Conspiracy Theorist.

PCT: 'ello!

PN: Go. Away.

Me: PN you were working on my other story.

PN: *sticks tongue out at PCT, turns around, and walks away*

PCT: was it something I said? *Kicked puppy expression*

Me: no . . . Well. Whatever. Here is chapter 3!

PN: *walks back in with a bag of mini donuts* what? Wou were gonna do it wif out me? *Starts balling*

Me: no, no, no, shh, PN shh.

I was watching, as usual. Dean was better than cable! Dad slept like the dead. Dean tossed and turned. Then sat up to look at me, "Do you always watch us sleep?"

"You're better then cable! So, who's Amy?" Hmmm, redundancy.

"What? Amy? Who's Amy?"

"There were . . . noises." He looked at me like I was nuts. "You talk in your sleep, man."

"Uuuuuuhhhh. Yeah, well, the thing is . . ." he trailed off. "Bitch." He picked up a pillow to throw at me. Then everything went black.

I woke up to "Wakey, wakey, mutt."

Oh crap. Sure enough when I opened my eyes and looked up, there were vampires. I realized that I was tied to a chair . . . with silver chains. I was screwed. Well, Dean says you can do any thing with a GED and a Give 'Em Hell attitude. I don't have a GED, but I have a High School Diploma. Same thing. Now, for the Give 'Em Hell attitude. I moved, hissing as the nape my neck hit the back of the chair. Silver. "You guys went all out here, didn'ja?" Okay, so I had a snarky attitude.

"S'mmy" Dean groaned, waking up. "W's go'n on?"

"Uno momento, por favor. Have a psychotic freak to handle."

"You speak Spanish, great! Now you can whore around in two languages!"

"S'm, D'n?" Now Dad was waking up.

"I'll let the three of you have a wittle family moment. But first." He reached out and slapped me, hard as he could. If I had been human, my neck would have broken, twice over. It hurt like hell when the side of my neck and face hit the chair, not to mention the slap itself hurt, it was beat on Sam day. I say bring it on. Theres the Give 'Em Hell attitude. "Awww. I was hoping for a scream or a moan or some indication of pain." He pulled out a silver knife. "Come on, humor me." He shoved the knife in my side, not where I would kill me. Sadistic bastard.

"You forgot one thing." I looked up at him. "I'm a Winchester, we're known for being stubborn assholes."

"I know, that's why we went after you. It'll be fun to see how much it takes to break a Winchester. Especially a mutt one." Should've seen that one coming. He left. Now, to get out of these chains. One wrist was kind of loose. Theres my ticket. I started worming my wrist out of the cuff.

"Uuuhhh. Sam? What the hell?"

PN: You can't end it here!

PCT: Yeah! What she said.

Me: Well I am, and that's that.

PN and PCT: but . . . but . . .NOOOO!

Me: Yes. *glares*

PN: meep.

PCT: *gulps* scared, very, very scared.

Me: okay who should save them? im thinking caleb, bobby, an oc (preferrably another 1/2 vampire) or pastor jim? maybe gordon walker before hes a psychopath. lemme know in a review or a pm! thanx anyway . . .

Reveiws are to me what pie is to Dean!

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