Why not? Destiel & Sam/Jess (high school AU)

A screwed up life that we call ours

Anna

I wake up and it's dark. There's a bag on my head, it's dark so I can't see through it. I try to move my hands, but there tied together. I here noises, I think I'm in a car. I'm really dizzy, and my eyes are droopy. I feel so tired, I could fall asleep...

I wake up again in a dark room. My feet are chained, and I'm on a hard freezing floor. My eyes strain to try and see something, but I can't. It's pitch black.

Suddenly a bright light shines in my face. I have to squint my eyes, but my eyes soon get used to it. I can't really see who's holding the flashlight.

"Who's there?" I ask.

"Anna!" I know that voice. It's Gabe!

"Gabe! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I look around the room now that the light is there. I'm in a cell. There's a small blanket and a pillow on the floor. There's a bucket, and I'm chained to the wall.

"No. I'm fine. Are you?" He responds.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I look around the small room some more. "Wait, where did you get the flashlight?"

"Oh. I snatched it from one of the guards." My head shoots up.

"Guards? Where are we, some kind of prison?"

"Only God knows." Gabriel says. Then he gets up to the bars.

"How did you get out of the chains?" I ask curiously.

"It was easy. The chains were much to big more my feet. And after a couple twists, they slid right out." I have to get out of these chains, but what can I use? I have an idea. I reach up in my hair and pull out one of the Bobby pins. I stick it in the whole of the lock, which by the way is pretty difficult considering my hands are chained, until it pops open. Then I get up to the bars and look around. There are hundreds of other cells. Maybe we really are in prison. But the question is, why?

Then the lights turn on, and I back up a little. Then all the cells open up, and people from other cells step out. I take my chance to get out of the cell and slowly step out. So does Gabe, and my first instinct is to put my arm around him and keep him safe.

"Guys?" I hear a familiar voice say. Both our heads whip around.

"Charlie! What are you doing here?" I exclaim running up to her and engulfing her in a hug.

"I-I don't know. I was standing next to cas when you guys were trying to get the door open to Gabes room, then everything went black." She says in a shaky voice. I look up and observe as much as I can about the place. Then I realize something. Something disgusting. Most of the prisoners here are children. All children that are definitely younger then 17. I'm 23, so why am I hear? Then I think it's a good idea to follow all the other kids, but before I can, Gabe and Charlie stops.

"Sam?" They say to someone I don't know. A little boys head whips around. He has long, shaggy, brown hair. He had big, brown puppy dog eyes. They're puffy and pink from crying. There are tear stains on his cheeks. And he has a big red mark around his mouth. His hands are chained together, along with the the rest of the kids. The sight of a young child in this condition makes me want to burst into tears.

"G-guys?" He squeaks out. What could've happened to this kid? He's shaking uncontrollably, and his are glossy, as if he's getting ready to cry again. Gabe and Charlie run up to him and wrap there arms around him.