"I am so glad to finally have the pleasure of meeting you." The voice came creeping through the darkness, what seemed like an immeasurable space made of nothing. I had no sense of feeling, no way to move my legs or arms. I doubted that I had them at all. This must be in my head. Or maybe someone else's? I didn't respond to the voice. It seemed like it was looking for me, searching somehow. As if it couldn't find me.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Don't think that I can, actually."

Who are you? I bit my metaphorical tongue. The voice had a strange quality, something…off. It was gruff, almost, with an accent that I couldn't identify.

"You're quite special, dear. Did you know?" He paused, maybe waiting for a response. Still looking for me, maybe? I still didn't say anything. What in the name of God was he talking about?

"No. Oooooooh dear. This is going to be fun." It sounded like the voice was amused. What was he talking about? Finally, I couldn't stand to not know any more.

"Who are you?"

As my thoughts echoed outward, a figure rushed to form out of a darker darkness than what I was surrounded by. Shadows out of shadows. He turned towards me, finally finding what he was looking for. He was a smallish man in a suit, with the scraps of a scraggly beard. He looked smug standing there, half a smile hanging, looking particularly devious. There was something wrong about him. I couldn't explain how I knew.

But I knew.

That man was not human. I wanted to get away. Get back to my family, who I suddenly, absolutely needed.

"Honestly? The king of Hell." His eyes turned black, demonic, and I screamed, suddenly falling.

xx

I jerked awake, the scream dying before it reached my lips, heart hammering in my chest, my headphones gone, ears filling instead with an old rock song. The electric hum of the hybrid motor of my car was gone, replaced by a purr of an engine, deep and rumbling, almost in contentment, the ride somehow smoother, lower. The smell of leather matched the cool, black seat underneath me. It was still light out, although the sun was just beginning fade out of the rear window of the car.

Sitting in the front seat, were two men, both with brown hair, one's longer than the other's.

Driving, was a guy in a flannel shirt, only one hand on the wheel, his profile showing a strong jaw line, his arms muscled. Maybe late twenties.

Well, if I was being kidnapped, at least it wasn't by some creepy old guy.

The man in front of me seemed to be reading something, pages turning slowly. He was taller than the driver, and seemed more at ease, not as stressed, more... Innocent, maybe.

I had no clue how to make myself known, or even if I should.

That problem was solved when the driver turned to talk to the passenger, and happened to see me instead.

"JESUS," he jumped, jerking on the steering wheel, the wheels screeching as the car pulled over onto a dirt patch off on the side of the road.

The passenger turned around to look at what all the fuss was about. His eyes widened and he looked alarmed when he saw me.

The car skidded to a stop.

"Who the hell are you?" The driver asked.

"Who the hell are you?" I responded.

"Alright, this is just freaking great. Another problem lands right in the back of the freaking car. This does not happen to anyone else," the driver said pointedly to the passenger. Oh, and just saying, I censored the 'freakings'.

You're welcome.

"What the hell are you talking about 'landing in your car' you were the ones who kidnapped me, not the other way around," I snapped back, agitated by his tone.

"Why don't we just all get out and figure out what's going on," suggested the passenger trying to use a soothing tone.

I silently agreed, but waited for one of them to get the door for me before stepping outside.

"I'm Sam. This is my brother, Dean. Trust me, we're here to help. We didn't kidnap you, I swear," Sam had a voice that made you want to believe him. Something about him seemed familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it, and I still didn't believe him. He got a cooler out of the trunk for me to sit on.

"I'm Lily. Lilyanna Michaels, actually," I said.

"Okay Lily. Do you know what happened?" He was leaning against the car, which I could now tell from the outside was a classic. Nice.

"I was driving home with my family. I fell asleep. Now, I'm here. And what else could've happened besides getting kidnapped?" I asked, saltily.

"A hell of a lot," Dean responded, rummaging in the trunk for something.

"We don't know yet," Sam said apologetically.

"What's the date?" I asked, looking again at the sunset. "And where are we?" I added.

"July 21st, just outside of Pueblo, Colorado," Sam replied, curiously.

"What time?" I asked.

"Seven thirty. Why?" Dean asked coming around next to Sam, and holding a flask. "You got a date?"

"It was nine twenty in North Carolina when I last checked the clock, before I fell asleep," I answered smartly.

"That means that you made it cross country in less than ten minutes," Sam said out loud.

"Way to go, Sherlock," I replied, rolling my eyes, but smiling that he had caught on so quickly.

"And you have no idea how you got here?" Dean asked, somewhat accusingly.

"None. Unless you count my abduction theory," I replied. My theory which had, effectively, blown to dust. Dean didn't even want me here, and Sam wasn't lying when he said that he had no clue what had happened. Their surprise at my arrival was real.

"Was there anything strange before you vanished?" Sam asked. "Weird sounds, lights, smell of sulfur?" Odd question.

"Nothing. It was all normal," I replied. "Well, except..." I trailed off, not knowing whether my dream had counted as real evidence.

"What?" Sam asked. "It's okay. We'll believe you," he said, when he saw my hesitation. Somehow, I knew that they would.

"I had a dream. There was this guy..."

"What did he look like?"

"Shortish. Had a beard. He was in a suit. Shiny shoes. And...His eyes turned black. He said he was the King of Hell. Had an ego problem. Not much else," I finished, my voice sounding afraid, even to me.

"Crowley," Dean growled.

"Lily, we just need to check something. Here, take this." Sam handed me the silver flask that Dean had been carrying earlier. I took it. Dean watched on, still suspicious.

"Am I supposed to drink it?" I asked, doubtfully.

"No. You don't have to if you don't want to. Just pour it into your hand if you'd rather," he replied.

I hesitantly unscrewed the cap, and poured out what looked like water onto my hand. Nothing happened.

"How old are you, Lilyanna?" Dean asked while he offered me a towel to dry my hand with. It was embroidered with a weird pattern.

"Fifteen. Almost sixteen," I replied, looking up at him. He had interesting eyes.

He exchanged a deciding look with Sam.

"Alright, princess. Back into the car," he said. "We're gonna figure this thing out on the road, it's getting dark." He cast a wary glance towards the woods behind me.

"Where are we headed?" I asked, standing up.

"South Dakota," he replied.

Well. This chapter happened. Thanks for reading so far. I hope you like what you see!