Sam had seen his phone ring from across the room but was more focused on listening outside the bathroom for Starla's tiny voice to call his name when she finished. But when the phone rang a second time, he groaned and moved from the bathroom door to get his phone.
Seeing Dean's number on the screen made him nervous, and picking it up he listened to the first message. Dean sounded perfectly calm, thankfully. The second one, however, Dean's voice was panicky and a growling noise could be faintly in the background. "Shit. Starla?! I'll be right back! You stay in there and just...just wait! I think Dean might be in trouble!"
Starla heard Sam shout to her from the main room, her brows furrowing in concern. If Dean was in trouble, Sam would need to be there right away. While she figured the brothers would come right back to get her, the paranoid part of her tried to convince that maybe it was a ploy just to leave her behind. She couldn't think like that though. They care about her.
Dean woke up to a sharp pain his chest, his limbs feeling numb. It was like they'd been soaking in ice, minus the cold. Even after he opened his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. Everything around him was completely dark. When he tried to find his phone, he remembered he'd dropped it in the mansion. The mansion.
Looking at his chest, the bleeding stopped, but the purple colored, slightly glowing barb was still stuck in his chest. When he grabbed it to pull it out, he hissed in pain. Every time he gave it a tug, it felt like his skin was fusing to it. He'd never heard of a creature doing that before.
A loud creaking sound snapped him back to reality and he started to look around the dark area he was located in. He began to walk in the pitch darkness, feeling around when he slammed into a wall. "The hell...? Okay." Turning another direction, he walked that way only to be met with another face full of wall. No matter where he turned he constantly just ran into walls. Then a familiar voice made him freeze and listen.
"Dean?!" Sam whispered loudly as he stepped into the mansion with a flashlight. Closing the door behind him, he scanned the area. Scuff marks covered the floor and several large blood spots. "Oh god don't be Dean's blood," Sam grumbled to himself, wishing he had picked up the phone when it rang the first time.
A faint voice called his name and he shined his flashlight around the room. "Sam?!" It came again. It was Dean, but where was he?
"Dean? Just keep talking. I'm coming." Sam slowly started to walk in the direction the voice came from, which was mostly scolding him for not answering his phone when he had called and he could only roll his eyes. Dean sure didn't sound hurt.
He followed the voice until he came to a black wooden box sitting on a table. Staring at it, he had a total disbelief that his brother was in there. Surely maybe there was a walkie-talkie that someone had planted to decoy him.
Lifting the lid, Sam shone his flashlight down into the box with narrowed eyes, nearly dropping the flashlight when he saw what literally stood within.
Dean did continue talking, glad his brother was here. Heavy booms echoed around him, and he cringed as they seemed to be getting closer. It was like someone was repeatedly dropping a book on the floor. A thick book.
A very bright light blinded him after the roof above was lifted. He needed to shield his eyes with his arms, cursing loudly and trying to get used to the bright light. "What the hell?! Sam, did you bring the sun in a jar or something?!" His gruff voice grumbled angrily, not happy about not being able to see anything for the second time.
Despite the situation, Sam was the one to yelp in surprise when the figure spoke in Dean's voice. Sure enough, that was his...big brother. Every nerve screamed at him, telling him this was wrong. That this wasn't his brother but Sam knows it is.
Taking a few seconds to register what his bitty brother said, Sam shifted the flashlight upward so the light was dimmer and wouldn't be blinding. "D-Dean? Th-This is impossible, h-how...?"
When the light receded, Dean let out a sigh of relief but that was shortlived as his green eyes met giant, shock filled, panicky hazel ones. He was staring at the face of a giant. No, wait. The face was too similar to his little brothers, and it shared Sammy's voice. There was no way in hell that this was Sam.
Both brothers stared at each other, both pairs of eyes wide in shock but Dean's little green ones had a glint of obvious fear. He'd never admit of course, even though that genuine fear was trying to take control of his body.
However, both pairs of lips parted and they both spoke the same two words, Dean's more loud and panicky than Sam's surprised and disbelieving tone.
"Holy shit."
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Kingpin Motel (Supernatural G/T)
Fanfiction((Cover made at Rinmarugames.com with the Mega Fantasy Avatar Creator.)) Starla is a Borrower whom Sam and Dean found roughly around ten years ago when she was just seven years old. Sam was at the time twelve, and Dean was sixteen. They hadn't told...
