LOCATION → DEAN WINCHESTER

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I heard the sound of footsteps approach, but everything was black. In the distance, chains rattled. The footsteps stopped when I heard his voice.

"Oh, great, this bitch again," Dean grunted with an attitude.

"I'm only a bitch because you're trapped," A woman's voice hissed.

There was a brief moment of shuffling, then silence.

"No, leave him alone," Sam groaned, sounding hurt.

"I'd shut up if I were you," A new voice sounded.

I could hear the sound of a knife being unsheathed, then a painful whimper and growl come from Dean.

It made my blood boil, hearing the sound of him being hurt. Then, my view transfered. This time, I could see Sam and Dean, hanging from chains. They were underground, But the walls were enclosed with moss, and there were two women, patrolling nearby. They held small daggers with Ivory grips. Their faces were human and so were their bodies. They looked normal, but their eyes were jet black. The eyes rolled into their heads and changed back to regular Irises with a slimy click.

"You Winchester boys really got yourselves in trouble now, huh?" The woman spoke, running her dagger across Deans exposed neckline.

Dean replied with something witty and rash, which struck a sassy conversation between the two.

Their words turned into gibberish, and everything faded out, when I could feel my own body and someone shaking me.

"Savannah? You're having a night mare, wake up Savy,"I heard.

My eyes fluttered open. Gertrude was hovering over me, with concerned eyes.

"I'm fine," I groaned, wiping the slobber off my chin.

"You looked pretty shaken up," She spoke.

"I'm okay, it was another one about Dean," I sat up and sipped the flat wine that was left in  my glass.

"Another one? That's pretty peculiar."

"I guess, i'm probably just worried," I shrugged.

"You can stay here, I'll keep you company."

Gertrude was older, her husband had died a while back, and her kids all had lives of their own. The only time Gertrude had company was when one of her daughters and her grandkids showed up for holidays. Other than that, it's just me occasionally, and her weekly home nurse. I felt bad for wanting to leave, but it was probably better for me to not worry her.

"Thank you for everything Gert, but I left my cell at home, and I really think I should call Dean," I said standing up and fixing my outfit.

"Okay dear, call me if you need anything, " She smiled, folding the blanket she had covered me with.

"I will," I gave her a hug, then slipped out the front door.

I ran home, as nonchalant as I could convoke. I slammed the front door behind me and sprinted up the stairs. My cellphone was resting on my nightstand, I snatched it and tore it open. I hastily typed in the number, and listened to it ring.

voicemail.

I became overwhelmed, and started to cry. I let the phone continue until the beep.

"Dean, i'm really starting to worry," was all I could get out.

I laid down on my bed and cried. Part of me thought I was being crazy, and that he was just busy, but part of my felt like something was really wrong.

I collected myself, and sat up. I slipped my laptop out from underneath my bed. I pulled up a search engine and typed in everything I could remember Dean mumbling about.

"Demons," I whispered to myself as I read.

I scrolled through the webpage until I couldn't read anymore. I slammed my laptop shut and fell back onto my bed.

I knew they were real, and I knew they were a possibility, but I never expected it to happen, I thought.

A sudden wave of fatigue fell on top of me, like a cinderblock had just crashed into my lap.

My eyelids were heavy and my shoulders drooped. I clasped the necklace Dean gave me, it was a sun with a star in the middle. An anti-possession necklace, he called it.

I let my eyes close and drifted off to sleep.

"Do it Sammy!" Dean shouted.

"I'm trying," He grunted.

"Well, try harder!" Dean snarled.

I heard a grunt and chains clatter. Then a beaten sigh from the both of them.

"It's no use," Sam cried.

Dean grunted helplessly. Then like Dean would, he screamed.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted.

"I'm sorry," Sam sighed.

"Stop saying you're sorry."

"Sorry."

"Sammy, I mean it," He said shortly.

Sam chuckled, a dribble of blood fell from his lip.

"When are those bastards coming back?" He asked, examining a bruise on his torso.

"What, so they can beat us more? I hope they don't come back," Sam replied.

"You sons of bitches aren't gonna win this one!" Dean screamed.

"Dean, just stop, they already have won," Sam sighed.

"What, they're just gonna keep us in here until we croak?"

"I-I don't know," Sam mumbled, "Bobby will come looking for us."

"Bobby? Yeah right, after what happened, I would be surprised if he didn't help the demons."

"You don't think Savy is worried?"

"She always knew there was a possibility I wouldn't come home," Dean grunted.

"If this works she'll come looking," Sam suggested.

"I hope to hell it works."

I could still hear his voice ringing in my head. Dean had the kind of voice that sounded like he had smoked cigarettes his whole life but in reality he had never lit anything up except remains.

It was husky, but reassuring, until now. He had a tremble in it, no matter how hard he tried to mask it. I knew now that something was wrong and I needed to help them.