Escaping Hell

Down Among the Dead Men

The next morning, when I wake again, Dean is gone. I look around the room and out the window, but there's no sign of him. In a panic, I wake up Sam, and he calls Dean's cell. No answer. He calls Dean's other cell. Still nothing. I call Dean's other other cell while Sam attempts to contact John.

"Nobody's answering their phones. Sam, we have to find Dean," I say frantically.

"Calm down. He'll come back, alright? Why are you so worried?" Sam asks.

"I had a dream last night..." I trail off.

"A premonition?" Sam asks, his eyes widening.

"I don't know. I think it was hinting at something," I reply shakily, the thought of my nightmare fresh in my mind.

"The Impala is still here. We need to look for anything that could tell us what happened to Dean," Sam says, putting all of his stuff in a bag. I never took anything out of mine, so I'm already searching the room for clues.

Dean was sleeping on the couch again; well, I hope he got some sleep last night. I inspect the couch, and what I find just worries me more. Feeling around on the brown cloth of the sofa, my hand finds blood splatters.

"Sam!" I shriek, "There's blood on the couch. Someone took him!" Sam and I race out the door, and I start the engine on the Impala. As I start to drive away from the motel, I ask, "Where do we need to go?"

"You tell me. What did you see in your dream?" Sam asks.

I stutter, "It was John. Uh, he was beating you and Dean and...uh, I was trapped in a box and there was a mirror and that was the only way I could see you guys. John didn't look right. His eyes were a different color in the reflection and then...he killed Dean before my dream ended."

"Oh my god," Sam gasps.

"What?" I ask.

"I fucking knew it. John isn't actually John. He's probably a shifter or something," Sam says as I get an all-too-familiar tingling in my spine. I pull the car over and I get out, sitting on the asphalt behind the Impala. I already feel lightheaded.

I hear Sam's door close and open, and then he's patting my shoulder, saying, "Hey, what's wrong?"

I choke out, "Another premonition. I can feel it." After I finish my sentence, I can feel my hands and feet go numb, followed by the rest of my body. Another seizure starts, and my mind goes off to find Dean.

I see the fake John in an abandoned warehouse, standing over Dean, who is tied to a beam. John is asking Dean how I got my powers, how stupid he must feel for believing that John was alive, etc.

"I'm not telling you anything. I don't care if I die. You aren't going to sell Lydia to Lucifer. Even if you find her, Sam will kill your ass, and that's a guarantee," Dean spits in fake John's face. Fake John wipes his face off, and promptly punches Dean in the eye.

"You know, this place used to store mine carts and coal. I don't know why I'm wasting my time on beating you to death when I could just burn you to a crisp," fake John laughs.

I am thrown back to reality. I'm still sort of frozen; my eyes are fixated on the blue morning sky. Sam comes into view, and he helps me sit up.

"What did you see?" he asks.

"Dean's in an old coal warehouse around here somewhere. The monster has him held captive there. Here, take the keys," I say, standing up and handing him the keys. After looking it up on Sam's phone, I find that the warehouse is only thirteen miles from here.

When we reach the warehouse, Sam and I get our gear out of the trunk of the Impala. The coal warehouse looks very big and complex - no wonder the monster took Dean here. We might get lost.