My Adventures With The Winchesters

Chapter Two

Waking up to my face being splashed with water was a normal thing. I still don't enjoy it though. "Ok who did that," I ask irritated at the fact that my makeup was running down my face. For some reason I had a hard time sitting up, trying to move my hands to help me. My hands were tied behind my back. "Can you undo this please. I would, it but I'm very weak." I scoot around and face Dean. He just stands there with his hands folded over his muscled chest, his face is a mix of confusion and anger. "What? Are you mad my levitating thingy, that is nothing, ok?" Undoing my rope, the old-fashioned way, it drops silently to the ground, and my rapier that been propped back up against the other side of the hallway begins to slide down the wall with a faint scraping noise. Thankfully, Castile doesn't notice. I can't say the same for Dean.

"Hey, don't you dare think about that, blondie." He props it back up.

"Think about what?" I bat my lashes at him. I've been in tighter instances than this. My hand reaches for the pocket knife in my boot. I grabbed it and stand up, while his back was turned. Making my footsteps silent I put my knife up to his throat. "I don't want to hurt you, Dean, I want to help you." Dropping my knife down, he grabs it. My knees buckle and would have fallen if it weren't for Cas. He stands me back up.

"Are you ok Amy?" he asks sweetly.

"I need food, there is some in my bag." Walking over he pulls out a tin lunch box and opens it. His blue eyes widen as he brings it over to me. Inside there is a slice of pie, four or five chocolate bars, hard candy and some mint gum for after. I take it and pull out a chocolate bar.

"Want any? I have plenty." Dean takes the slice of pie and Cas tries to eat a hard piece of candy with the wrapper still on.

"Why do you humans always make things so hard to eat?" I pull out another piece out.

"You're supposed to take the wrapper off before you eat it, what do you mean 'you humans'?"

"Cas used to be an angel but got his grace ripped out of him by Metatron to banish all of the angels to earth. Then he got it back but thats a story for another time." Dean explains "Do you have a fork?" Pulling out a fork I hand it to him. He takes a bite, and his eyes grow.

"What kind of pie is this?"

"It is a homemade apple pie. Do you not like it? So, angels are real."

"I love it! Don't get any ideas, Amy, I still don't trust you. Yes, they are." He said as he shovels the pie into his mouth. "What are we going to do about Sam." His voice was muffled.

"We could start searching for him. I saw a stairwell while I was running." Cas commented.

"What stairwell? This is a one-story building." Dean brushes off his hands, crumbs fall everywhere. "Where did you see this stair well Cas?"

"A couple doors down." He points in the direction where he was barely running. I grabbed my rapier and stick it back to my belt, I also grabbed my gun out of my bag. I tossed Dean more bullets, and Cas a sawed-off shotgun with some shotgun shells full of salt.

"Ok, are we all set?"

"Can I have some more of that hard candy? I accidentally swallowed the other one."

"Sure." I pull out five more pieces and hand them to him.

"Let's go." We started to jog down the hallway, me in the middle, Cas behind me and Dean in front.

"Who is Sam anyway?" I ask Dean. We reach the door that had a symbol of stairs.

"He is my idiot brother."

"Sam is not stupid Dean, he is pretty smart," Cas commented

"It's a figure of speech Cas." Dean pushed on the handle. "Dang it, it's locked!" pushing Dean out of the way I pull out my gun and shoot the lock. I try the handle; the door opens easily.

"Now it's not." Walking through the door, I almost trip down the stairs, because of my clumsy feet. Steading myself, I act like nothing happened. I need to be more careful. Walking down the rest of the way was easy.

"Oh gosh, this is nasty," Cas says when we reach the bottom. It was really nasty, the ground was covered is decaying bodies, in the corner was a man. He was covered in grime, blood and sweat.

"Hello? Is someone there." He said in a rough voice. Shining my flash light on him, he shades his eyes with his hand. They were shackled to the wall.

"Sammy, what happened to you?" Dean rushes over and picks the lock on the cuffs.

"I don't know." He rubs his wrists, tries to stand and topples back down. "I may need some help going up the stairs." He laughs

"Are you ok?" I ask

"I'm alright. Who are you?"

"I'm Amy," grabbing him under the arms I try to help him up. I could only get him up to a squatting position, because he was so tall. Dean rushes over to help him stand up. Stepping back, I concentrate on him and help him up. "Let's go before I pass out again."

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After helping Sam up the stairs, and me almost passing out around five times, we finally made it through the place and back to the cars. Everyone was sleepy or irritable.

"Thanks for the help Amy we better get back to our hotel," Dean said.

"You are all staying at a hotel? Really, come on. Go and check out because you are all staying at my place." They look at me and Cas shrugs. "Please, I haven't had visitors for a while."

"Ok, why not Dean it would save us some money," Sam said groggily.

"Fine, Amy is it ok?"

"I just told you it was, you idiot. I'll take Sam back to my house to let him rest up." Pulling out a pen and pad out of my pocket of my jeans I wrote down my address. 1535 winter court. Tearing off the piece I hand it to Dean. "Go to this address after you check out. The garage door will be, open just drive right in."

"See you later Sam." Dean and Cas hop into their car to drive a way. Sam hoped in the passenger side. Turning the key, the car gave out a low purr.