When you're Kidnapped by the Winchesters

Where It Begins.

Tonight started out as any normal saturday night for me. A night of partying and getting drunk, trying to dissolve the stress of the past week of school in a bottle of booze. But what wasn't normal about this night was getting kidnapped.

I was drunkenly walking, or should i say stumbling to my car, from my friend Angela's house party. I planned on sleeping some of the alcohol away in the back seat of my jeep, but that's not exactly how it went. A black bag was slipped onto my head, and i was suddenly being cradled in muscular arms. I tried to protest, but it all came out in slurs, and my legs didn't move with the amount of force they were suppose to. And that's how i ended up in the predicament i am now facing, stuck in the backseat of a automobile, a black bag over my head, and hands bound with duct tape. All the while nursing a severe hangover. I groaned a little, while coming to consciousness, for a minute i actually thought i had ended up in my jeep when i felt leather sticking to my cheek when i tried moving, but that thought was put to rest when i opened my eyes and it was still dark, my hands still bound. My breath hitched in my throat, i had not dreamed last night. It had really happened. A million thoughts started racing through my head like why me? Was this a sick joke my friends are playing? Are they going to kill me? Torture me? What did they want from me? It surely wasn't money, i came from a small small town in the middle of nowhere, my parents weren't poor but not rich either so-

A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey Dean, i think she's awake."

i froze. I didn't know a Dean. This definitely wasnt people i knew. Suddenly the vehicle stopped, and so did my heart. Is this where i die? The door beside me opened, i was still at a loss for words. What would one even say in a situation like this? Then there was a pulling at the bag on my head, and my eyes were met with bright sunshine. My eyes clenched in pain, this sun was not doing my throbbing headache any favors. When i finally opened them, they were met with a pair of green ones.

"Good Morning sunshine, hope you slept well."