Carry On My Wayward Sons... And Daughter.

We're... family?

Dean POV:

The first thing I felt in my black vision was pain.

A horrible, shitty pain.

I groaned as I openned my eyes and started to get up.

I felt some blood in my temple area.

Damn it! It's going to be so hard to clean my hair after that!

I leaned on something and sat on my knees, breathing heavily and trying to rememeber what happened.

Wait... why is this something soft?

I looked a little up to see my phone... in hands of someone.

I looked more up and almost jumped.

It was Mrs. Cranshow, Her head was twisted 180 degrees.

"Son of a bitch, No!" I said in anger in desprate.

Ariana is gonna kill me.

Oh shit... ARIANA! SAMMY!

I looked at my phone and saw the last message that was sent for Sam.

Found something.

Meet me in the motel with Ariana.

DAMN IT NO!

I ran out of the room and the building and got into the Impala.

If this thing will hurt Angela in any way possible, I will hunt it like a dog.

Ariana POV:

I groaned and growled in pain as I started to open my eyes.

I was in Sam's and Dean's motel room.

"Ugh... What happened?" I asked quietly in pain, I felt cold liquid running down my cheek.

I'm probably bleeding from my temple.

Damn it! It's going to be so hard to clean my hair after that!

"Ariana?" Sam's voice brought me back to full consciousness again.

Sam was in front of me, tied to a chair, It all came back.

"Sam?" I tried to reach him, only to find out that I was tied into a chair as well.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"I'm fine, What about you?" I asked him as he started to fight the ropes.

"I'm okay but we gotta get out of here." He told me.

I nodded and started to fight the ropes too.

A deep laugh from behind Sam was heard, making me and Sam to stop and look.

Marcy came out of the bathroom.

"Good, You're awake, Now we can get this family reunion started." She said.

"Marcy!" I tried to call her but Sam cut me off.

"Look, If you want me and Dean then fine but leave Ariana out of it, She got nothing to do with it." Sam told her as Marcy walked passed him and sat on the bed by my chair.

"Aw but Sammy, it's totally the opposite." She grabbed my cheeks with one hand.

"Lil' Ari right here got everything to do with it." She said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, making Marcy to let me go.

"What? You want to tell me you don't know?" She asked in a sweet, sickly voice.