Crisis on Infinite Earths

Where's Sam?

A scream echoed through Deans head, followed by a harsh clanking of metal. Waves of throbbing pain shot throughout his skull which overwhelmed him.

Michael is trapped. He is trapped and can't escape. Ive got him just where I want him. Dean repeated in his head to reassure himself, but he still wasn't convinced.

He collapsed onto his bed as he let out a long and deep sigh of exhaustion. Michael's screams still ringing through his brain.

He reached for his shoes and gripped them tightly as he pulled them off and heard the loud PLONK as they each slammed into the floorboard.

Dean took off his brown leather jacket, then his red and white checkered shirt which wrapped around his body like second skin.

He reached for the blankets to his right and threw them over his body as a plume of cold air sent shivers down his spine.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Michael slammed a metal tin against the freezer rooms door in Deans mind.

This sent more tremors of pain through his head.

Okay get a hold of yourself Dean. He's trapped. There's nowhere he can go. I control what happens in my head. I am in control.

Dean reached his left hand over to his bedside table blindly. He felt a wooden frame, a cold hand gun and finally grasped his headphones which dangled off the drawer.

As he ran his hands down the end of the cord, he plugged in the headphone jack to the side of his computer.

Dean opened the cold metallic object and squinted as a blinding light shot through his eyes.

He carefully placed the headphones over his head with his one free hand and clicked the space bar.

The calming sound of Bob Segers song Night Moves hardly blocked out Michael's screams. Dean could feel his heart beat slow down as he mouthed the lyrics.

He felt completely safe within his world of rock music.

A crackling noise startled Dean as he opened his eyes to find the lamp on his bedside table flickering. The room had suddenly become as cold as the Antarctic.

The sound of static shot through Deans ears like a bullet as his mouth opened wide to let out a painful groan.

He ripped the headphones off his head and threw them to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Dean!" Sam's voice was heard as an echo through the bunker.

Dean jumped out of bed with caution, his head whipping left and right as he tried to find the source of the disturbance. 

His every exhale turned into a frosty mist as it exited his mouth.

Dean slammed his hand onto his desk and picked up his Colt M1911A1 handgun then bolted out of his room.

He sped down the hallway with a stern and concentrated expression on his face.

The gun was held high in front of his face with both hands. One hand gripped the handle as his finger trembled on the trigger and the other was for support.

"Sam!" Dean yelled with a worried tone. He waited for an answer but there was just silence.

Hi! This is my first fan fic so Thank u for reading! I know this chapter is a little short but the next one will be longer. I've really loved writing this!