Worry Ch 3

Dean awoke to being in a bed. His head felt like mush as he tried to sit up. He fell back on the bed and blinked his eyes a few times to stop the room from spinning. The smell in the room told him he was at a hospital. He took a deep breath as he mentally examined his body. He started from his toes, wiggling them to make sure they were alright. He was able to move both of his legs with ease. He tried to sit up again and felt a slight pain at his side. Peeling off the blanket and the hospital gown, Dean examined his side. There were 10 stitches along his left side just under his ribs. He began to think back to what happened when he heard voices in the hallway. Wanting to know what they were talking about, Dean laid back and pretended to still be asleep.

"Uh well, the injury to his uh.. to his head was quite severe. He will be lucky to wake up." Dean heard a male voice say. He heard a loud thump of someone being pushed against the wall. He opened his right eye slightly to see the Hunter girl he met earlier pushing a doctor looking man twice her size against the wall. He fought back the urge to smile.

"You better be sure he wakes up or I am coming for you!" Her voice was low and menacing. Dean heard the doctor make a hasty escape and the girl give a deep sigh. Dean stared at her backside, looking at the blonde hair that cascaded down her back.

"Wow, you are one badass chick." He chuckled when she turned and jumped. Her cool blue eyes were wide for a moment before she walked over to him. Dean thought back to what the doctor had said. He must have been talking about Sammy. Sadness overcame Dean as the smile fell from his lips. Amy patted his hand.

"Dean, no matter what it takes, I will make sure Sam gets well." She seemed so confident. So sure of herself. He was about to say something when a short old lady knocked on the door. Amy turned and looked at the lady.

"I'm sorry to bother you dearie, but you will have to move your car or else it will be totaled from the ambulances." The lady walked out, leaving a scared look on Dean's face. The only thing he loved other than Sam was his '67 Chevy Impala. Amy smiled at him.

"I understand how much cars mean to guys. I will go park her and make sure she is safe from harm." Dean nodded at Amy, knowing that he would not be permitted to leave to make sure Baby was safe.

Amy was walking back to Dean's room when the receptionist tapped her on her shoulder. Amy stopped and smiled at the lady.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She asked the lady, unsure of what was going on. She put her hand on the butt of the gun behind her back.

"I think the doctor is a monster." The lady whispers to Amy. Amy blinks her eyes in shock and cocks her head to the side. She had no idea how to handle this situation because she had never been in one like this before.

"Uhh what do you mean?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly. The old lady rolled her eyes.

"I mean, he cut himself and his blood was not red. It was black." Amy's heart began to pound right out of her chest. Her stomach dropped to her knees. She leaned against the wall, unsure of how to take the news that the doctor is a leviathan.

"Why are you telling me this?" Amy asked the receptionist while leaning against the wall. The lady gave her a small smile.

"I know that you're a Hunter. Those boys are as well. My late husband was one, although I never was dearie. I know the signs." Amy let out a sigh of relief.

"Why aren't you running then?" Amy asked the lady, confusion filling her head.

"I have lived my life. I just want to see Charles again." The lady patted Amy's arm before walking away. After a few feet, she turned around.

"Oh, and the boy with the head trauma is in the room around the corner to your immediate right. Take care dearie." The lady said before disappearing behind the doors to the waiting room. Amy sent out a silent thanks to whoever would listen and headed to the room where the receptionist had told her Sam was. She cautiously stepped into the room and saw the younger Winchester laying on the bed motionless. Her heart sank when she saw how small this huge man looked. She sat next to him and patted his hand.

"I will get you out of this. I don't know how, but I will!" Amy was determined to not let this legend down. She got up to leave when she heard a low buzzing coming from across the room. Her curiosity got the best of her and she tiptoed to the other side of Sam where she found a bag of the stuff he was wearing and what was in his pockets when he arrived. She dug into the bottom and pulled out an expensive cell phone. It was vibrating with a call from someone named Blair.

"H-hello?" Amy whispered, answering the phone."

"Uh yeah is Sam there? Or Dean? I need to talk to them right away." It was a girl who sounded panicked. Amy decided to take the phone to Dean, seeing as the girl mentioned his name.

"Um, yeah just.. Just a second." Amy slipped out of Sam's room and hastily walked toward Dean's room when she ran into the doctor coming out of another patient's room. Now knowing that he wasn't human, Amy was struck with the feeling of fear. Taking a deep breath, she glared at him and went around him, hoping he wouldn't say anything. No such luck.

"Listen, I will do everything in my power to help your friend." Amy rolled her eyes and walked into Dean's room and shut the door. By the time she got there, she was breathless and began to freak slightly. Dean sent her a look of concern, but she waved it off.

"Um, some girl with the caller ID of Blair called Sam. She says it's important." Amy gave an unsure smile to Dean while she held the phone out to him. Dean grabbed it from her and held it to his ear.

"Blair? What's wrong? Where are you?" Amy couldn't make out what the girl on the other line was saying, but she could tell that the girl was freaking out. Dean's face contorted to concern and fear.

"Mercy hospital? That is a day's drive from where we are now and Sam is not in a uh... Sam is incapacitated at the moment and will be for a while." Dean's voice hitched up when he said Sam's name. Amy tried to get his attention, but he avoided eye contact with her.

"Listen LJ, we will try our best to get there ASAP but you have to tell Blair to calm down. Just, keep her calm and look stuff up on the internet if possible. I really have never been in this situation before." Dean looked like he was blushing. Amy examined the man in front of her. She was guessing he didn't blush easily and was perturbed at his reaction. He hung up and rubbed his eyes. With a sigh, he looked at Amy.

"Go get the doc. We are leaving this place." Amy fidgeted in her seat and averted Dean's look of suspicion.

"Amy, what's wrong?" Dean sat up, groaning slightly at the tug of the stitches.

"Uh well... The doctor is umm.." At that moment the doctor walked into the room as if on cue. Amy glanced at him warily while she retreated to the corner of the room. She never liked doctors in general and just the fact that this one was a monster did not help her at all. Dean looked at the girl in the corner and his suspicion grew.

"Now John, we need to talk about that guy you brought in here. The doctor sent a glance toward Amy.

"But I think your friend should step out of the room." Dean nodded to Amy who reluctantly left. Before she did, she turned and looked at Dean.

"Monster." She mouthed to Dean. Before the door closed, she saw the looked of confusion and shock register on Dean's face. Amy hurried to Sam's room to check on him. When she got there, Sam was not in his bed.

Worry Ch 2

Dean looked toward Amy. Her face was twisted in horror as she pulled away from the door. With a sigh, Dean pulled away from the door.

"You alright sweetcheeks?" He asked her, kneeling beside her. She nodded at him, slightly blushing.

"He must have hit Sam with a-" Her sentence was cut short when she spotted two shadows around the corner. Dean took out a knife that he kept at his side and squatted low in front of her. He pushed her back so she wouldn't be seen right away and got ready for the attack. The minute the two rounded the corner, Dean sprang into action. He sliced the first one's throat with ease and went for the second one, only to have the knife knocked out of his hands. The demon pushed him against the wall and began to punch him in the stomach. Dean coughed and attempted to get away from the blows he was receiving. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl crawl over to where the knife had been knocked away and pick it up.

"You guys never learn, do you?" The demon asked, giving Dean an elbow to the face. Dean's vision went black for a moment before he looked at the demon and smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" He was asked. Dean motioned behind the demon with his head.

"Because you're a little bitch." Amy thrust the knife into the demons back, making him flash a dark orange. His mouth was opened in a surprised look as she pulled the knife out. He fell to the ground, limp and dead.

"Nice one. Thank you." Dean grabbed the knife and turned only to be face to face with Crowley. Crowley began clapping his hands as he smiled at the elder Winchester.

"How did you manage to do that? Do you have another helper with you?" Crowley questioned, looking around Dean. Dean felt a sinking feeling in his gut, hoping that Crowley didn't spot Amy. Dean looked into the room and spotted Sam with a huge gash on the side of his head, bleeding profusely. He rushed toward his brother who was tied to a chair only to be thrown across the room by Crowley.

"I can't let you do that. C'mon Dean, I have a proposition for you!" Crowley walked up to Dean who was wiping blood from his mouth.

"Bite me." Dean jumped to his feet, ready fro Crowley to attack him again.

"You are stubborn. I just want to have a little talk with you." Crowley began to walk toward Dean who got in a defensive stance. He held out the demon knife, ready to slash at the King of Hell. Crowley shook his head at Dean and held his hands up.

"I do not want to hurt you. Put the knife down so we can talk like adults."

"Screw you, Crowley." Dean lunged toward Crowley, catching him off guard and managing to plunge the knife into Crowley's arm.

"You little twit!" Crowley yanked the knife from his arm and threw in on the ground with a loud clatter. He grabbed Dean by his jacket and threw him against the far wall. Dean hit the wall with a loud smack. He shook his head to clear his vision. He felt himself being lifted to his feet and pushed against the wall. Crowley looked him in the eye, anger written all over his face.

"I just wanted to talk to you. But nooo!" Crowley punched Dean full force in the face, making Dean sputter. He spit blood on the King's face, making his anger boil. Dean looked across the room to see Amy holding the demon knife and cutting the ropes from Sam. Crowley then proceeded to throw Dean in that direction, making him land on Amy. Luckily, the knife was not in her hands at that time. She must have dropped it when Dean crashed into her.

"Dean, you cannot possibly think bringing a girl here could possibly help you save your brother. She is pathetic and weak." He watched helplessly as Crowley grabbed her by her throat and lifted her off her feet. Dean saw the color drain from her face as she kicked her feet trying to get away from the man that was choking the life out of her. Crowley smiled at the girl.

"Hmm, she could be interesting to play with."

"Dude, that's gross!" Dean got to his feet as images of Crowley and Amy raced around in his mind. He shuddered at the thought of Crowley touching this innocent girl. Well, as innocent as he and Sam anyway.

"Always got your mind in the gutter, Squirrel?" He drops Amy and stares at the elder Winchester. With a snap of his fingers, he is right next to Dean. He mouths the word "Now" at her and she nods, getting to her feet. He watches as she helps Sam to escape. She winks at him before she disappears around the corner.

"If you wanted to talk, why did you have to kidnap Sam?" Dean asked Crowley, taking a step back.

"You never would have listened to me." Crowley said nonchalantly, closing the space between him and Dean. Dean shrugged.

"You're right. I'm still not listening." He broke out his lighter and lit what looked to be dynamite. After it went off, it was apparent that it was a spell of some sort to banish all demons.

"I should have used that to begin with." Dean climbed over the rubble of the fight and stumbled out the door to his waiting Impala and brother. There would be a lot of explaining to do, but he did not feel like talking. He decided that Amy would handle the explaining part as he walked out of the abandoned warehouse to his car.

He got outside and saw his Baby running and ready to go. Dean was holding his left arm close to his body as he began to walk to the car. He saw Sam with his head wrapped in some kind of cloth leaning against the passenger door. He got to the driver side door and was about to hop in when he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly turned and saw that Crowley was holding Amy.

"Now Squirrel, that was not very nice." Crowley twisted his face in what looked to be a smile, but was full of evil and mischievous intent. Dean sighed, wishing things could just be easy for once. Amy had fear written all over her face as Crowley pushed her closer.

"Dean, just go. I'll be fine. Sam needs immediate help." Amy sent a fake smile toward Dean, who just hours earlier had no idea he even existed.

"Amy, I can't leave you with him." Dean pulled out the knife and got into a stance that said he was ready for anything.

"You always have to be the hero, don't you Dean? Why can't you just leave her?" Crowley jerked Amy, making her cry out. Before Dean knew it, Amy had gotten away from Crowley and gave him a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Get in the car and drive!" She yelled at Dean, who immediately obeyed. Crowley was on the ground wiping his mouth when Dean pressed the accelerator. Another kick from Amy and Crowley was passed out. Amy jumped into the moving car as Dean peeled out of the creepy place.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Dean asked her, speeding down back roads to get Sammy to a hospital, and fast. Amy was putting pressure on the gashes on his head to try to stop the bleeding, but it was not working that well.

"Dean, please tell me we are close because I don't know how much longer he has... These wounds are deep and pretty bad!" Dean pressed the accelerator harder, determined to get help for his little brother. It was his job to protect him, no matter what! A large sign could be seen in the distance. As Dean got closer, he noticed it was a sign for a trauma center. Perfect! Dean yanked the steering wheel to the right, making a sharp turn. Amy was thrown across the back seat and gave Dean a stink eye. He smiled an apology in the rear view mirror as he pulled to a stop in front of the double doors. He and Amy jumped out of the car and raced to Sam's side. After getting him out of the car, they shouted to the receptionist who was already on her feet. Within minutes Sam was on a gurney and headed to the examination room. Dean and Amy were not permitted to go with, making Dean extremely upset. With his hands on his head, Dean began to pace. Amy sat down shyly, not knowing how to be of any help. She usually never worked with others and did not know how to respond to emotional people. She watched the Hunter pace back and forth, looking at the door every 5 minutes.

"Dean, pacing is not going to help your brother. You should get some rest." If looks could kill, Amy would be dead on the spot.

"You don't understand. There is nothing, NOTHING, I would put before my brother. It is my responsibility to watch over him, to keep him safe, but I always seem to fuck it up!" Tears were streaming down his face, something you rarely ever see. Amy jumped to her feet as the Hunter began to shudder. She wrapped her arms around him and forced him to sit down. Rocking him back and forth like her father did to her when she was a scared little child, Amy began to hum soothing tunes. Soon, Dean's body had stopped shuddering and he had relaxed slightly.

"Dean, there is no way you could have gotten to him in time. After everything I have heard about you and your brother, I am sure he will make it through this. This is just a slight bump in the road, trust me. He will be fine." Her low voice was soft and sweet. She began to rub his side when her hand touched something thick and wet. As she pulled her hand away, she noticed it was covered in blood. It wasn't the blood from Sam, it was Dean's. This realization made her heart skip a beat. Dean's breathing slowed way down making Amy worry more. She did not want to wake him seeing as he is quite hostile.

"Pssst. Hey, receptionist?" She whispered loudly trying to get the girl's attention. The receptionist looked up and Amy hastily waved her over.

"How can I help you dearie?" She bent over when Amy moved her hand from the spot on Dean.

"Oh my, I will get someone here right away." The little old lady hurried back to her desk and called someone on her phone. A few seconds after she hung up, two big men came through the door with another empty gurney. They loaded the unconscious Dean onto it effortlessly. Amy began to follow when one man shook his head. Feeling discouraged and now very alone, Amy decided to go to the restroom to wash the blood from her hands. When she looked into the bathroom, she examined her face. Her cool blue eyes were red from straining and crying. Her cheeks were swollen slightly from the crying. She saw the streaks from tears running down her cheeks. Amy splashed her face, not liking what she saw in the mirror. With a sigh, she dried her face and walked out of the restroom, running her fingers through her long, tangled blonde hair. She got to the waiting room just as a man in a long white coat walked through the door.

"Are you the girl that came with the two injured males?" He asked her, eyes intent like a lion watching its prey. She nodded slightly, suspicious of this man. He put his hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to follow him through the doors. While they were walking down the empty corridor, Amy got an eerie feeling in her gut, but decided that it was just her social awkwardness.

"Your friend with the side wound has been stabilized. He lost a lot of blood, but after some bed rest he should be fine." The doctor led her to a room that held Dean. She saw him laying in bed, still asleep.

"He needed a couple stitched, but will be better in no time at all." Amy smiled at the guy laying in the bed before her. She patted his hand, happy she was able to meet him.

"The other young man, well he is another story." Amy snapped her head to look at the doctor.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, narrowing her eyes. The doctor stepped back and swallowed hard.

"Uh well, the injury to his uh.. to his head was quite severe. He will be lucky to wake up." Amy pushed the doctor against the wall.

"You better be sure he wakes up or I am coming for you!" Her voice was low and menacing. The doctor gave her a nod before hastily walking out the door.

"Wow, you are one badass chick." Hearing Dean's unexpected voice made Amy jump. She looked back at him and saw the sadness reflected in his eyes. Amy would find a way to make sure Sam was okay, no matter what.

Worry Ch 1

This has some parts to do with "Safe" & "Danger". There is some informal language in this that is not suitable for young children and could have some gory parts in it. enjoy :)

Dean pulled up to the restaurant with Sam sitting shotgun.

"I am starved! I could really use a burger. How bout you, Sammy?" Dean elbowed his brother who was staring out the window. Sam looked t Dean with a lost look on his face.

"Huh?" He asked with his jaw slightly hanging open as he stared at his older brother. Dean rolled his eyes as he put his 1967 Chevy Impala in park. When they walked out, Dean patted the hood.

"We will be back Baby." He promised before he left.

"You have an unhealthy relationship with your car." Sam teased as they walked into the restaurant. Dean held up two fingers to let the host there were only two to be seated. With a nod, he motioned for the brothers to follow him. After they were seated and the menus were placed in front of them, Dean leaned forward.

"You okay Sam?" Dean asked his younger brother. Ever since they left California Sam seemed down.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." For some reason Dean didn't believe him, but he let it go. Dean wasn't much of a 'sharing feelings' kind of guy. When the waitress came by, Dean thanked her and winked at her, making her blush slightly. Dean took a huge bite out of his bacon cheeseburger and noticed Sam was picking at his salad.

"Dude, seriously. What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam shrugged as he took a small bite then pushed the food away.

"I guess I'm not hungry." Dean put his burger down and wiped his hands.

"Sammy, don't do that. Just talk to me. I'm your big bro!" Dean smiled at his brother, hoping to get him to talk. It didn't.

"I'm going to use the restroom." Sam got up and stalked to the back of the restaurant while Dean finished his burger. After he finished his food and paid the check, Sam still was not back. Dean got the waitress's number as he walked to the bathroom. When he got there, there was blood on the sink and the ground. A sink was busted and spraying water against the wall. There was an open window that Dean went to and found a yellow powder.

"Sulfur. Damn Demons!" Dean exclaimed, racing out of the bathroom and into his Impala. He took off, unsure of where to go. He called everyone he knew for any signs of a demon possession or anything that could lead him to Sam. Nobody knew anything, so it looked like Dean was on his own. Dean went back to the restaurant and checked around back. He noticed blood spots leading to a door that could have been missed if one was not looking for it. Pulling his gun and flashlight out, Dean walked into the door. He was cautiously making his way down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him. He hastily turned around to be greeted with a punch to the face. He staggered back a few steps, the blow catching his off guard when he saw another punch coming his way. He grabbed the fist and yanked it toward him, bringing the person behind it with it. He turned the person so that his back was on Dean's front as he held the arms crisscrossed over the guys chest. Suddenly, Dean was hit in the face with the person's head. Along with the blow came a mouthful of long blonde hair. Dean backed against the wall when he realized that it wasn't a dude he was fighting, it was a chick! Before she could hit him again, Dean moved out of the way, making her punch the wall. He was then able to grab his flask of holy water and throw it at her.

"What the hell?" She muttered, spitting it out.

"That's holy water you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed while flicking more at her. She then held up her hands, blocking the water from her face.

"Wait, wait! I'm not a demon!" Dean stopped and looked at the now drenched girl. Her eyes were ice blue and she had on dark jeans, a gray tank top, and a red leather jacket.

"Who are you?" Dean narrowed his eyes at the suspicious girl.

"Well, right now I'm soaked." She blew air out of her mouth trying to get a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Very funny." Dean eyed the pretty girl as she wiped her face.

"My guess is that you're a Hunter as well and you're going after these asshats that keep abducting people?" She stared at Dean with her ice blue eyes, waiting for him to answer.

"How did you know that?" Dean asked her, looking around for the gun he dropped during the struggle. She smiled as she put her hands on her hips.

"Because that's why I'm here. I'm Amy." She held out her hand as Dean stood up from grabbing his gun. After examining her, he guessed he could trust her.

"Dean. My brother was taken." Her ruby red lips were pressed in a straight line as she seemed annoyed.

"Really tall with girl hair?" She questioned him. Dean nodded in response, slightly smiling at the comment about Sam's long hair. Before he had a chance to speak, voices were heard around the corner. Dean quickly switched off his flashlight as he and Amy hid behind the metal barrels that were conveniently stacked by the wall. Two guys came walking by, talking to one another.

"Yeah, we have Sam Winchester. Dean will be here soon to save him and then we will have them both. This was too easy." Amy's head snapped toward Dean, but he didn't notice. He watched as the two demons walked around the other corner, chatting about how they are going to get both him and Sam. When they were gone, Amy scooted far away from Dean. He sniffed his arms in confusion.

"What, do I smell or something?" He asked her. She shook her head.

"I thought you were a myth. You're really Dean Winchester? The older brother that helped to stop the apocalypse?" Dean gave a low chuckled as he nodded.

"The one and only. Now, I gotta go save my brother, you coming with me?" He held out a hand to her. Amy was hesitant, but took his hand and he helped her to her feet. This was going to be quite the adventure!

Amy watched the man in front of her. She watched the way he walked. Well, more like stalked. Her breath caught in her throat when she almost walked into him as he stopped abruptly. He pushed her against the wall as he leaned back, trying not to be spotted. Her breath caught in her throat when he put his hand on her to push her back. They both let out breaths as they saw the shadows go down a separate corridor. Amy shook her head. She was usually cool under situations like this... but it wasn't everyday that you met a legend!

"Get a grip, Amy!" She mentally yelled at herself. She had a job to do and she will not be able to succeed if she has her eyes all over Dean Winchester. The very same Dean Winchester that if you would have told her about just 10 minutes ago, she would have laughed in your face and told you he wasn't real. She owed a lot of people apologies. So Sam and Dean Winchester were real people. Castiel is a real angel. Amy wondered how many more myths/legends were real. She came back to reality just as they rounded the corner. They both stopped and listened to what sounded like a muffled voice. Dean and Amy both pressed their ears against the door to hear better.

"Dean may be an idiot, but he wouldn't walk in here without backup." Dean raised his eyebrows at Amy and gave her a half smile. Her heart thudded in her ears, making it difficult to hear the guy on the other side of the door. Dean heard a familiar British accent.

"That may be true, but I have my boys on the prowl. I do not underestimate you guys, I simply.." He paused. Dean's eyebrows narrowed together as he concentrated and pressed his ear harder against the door, trying to hear better.

"I want to make a deal. When your big brother gets here, we will talk. Until then, I don't need your mouth blabbering away!" Dean's stomach sank when he heard the loud thud of something hitting something else. The feeling in his gut told him that Sam was the one hit and that he would need to be tended to. He cursed silently, upset that he didn't find Sam sooner. His one job was to protect Sammy, but he always seemed to mess it up.

A few minutes before

Sam awoke to fuzzy vision and a gnawing pain in the back of his head. He thought back to what had happened. He remembered being slightly upset about Blair. She said she would explain everything to him, but she ditched the hospital with her sister, LJ, before Sam could get to her. With LJ, Blair will most likely be wiped off the face of the planet until things cool down. That was his guess anyway. Dean wouldn't stop bugging him to talk and that was the last thing Sam wanted to do at that moment. He decided to use the restroom to get some time away from Dean. He walked in and headed straight for the sink. He splashed water on his face when movement in the mirror caught his eye. He looked over his shoulder and saw nothing. Turning around in a circle, Sam still saw nothing. He went back to the cool water, thinking it was just his imagination, when he was hit on the back of the head. Before he blacked out, he remembered two black eyes staring back at him. Sam went to rub his head when he realized he was tied to a chair. He struggled against it, only to be burned by the rope. He looked up and saw Crowley walking toward him.

"I should have known you were behind this. Why won't you ever just leave us alone!?" His voice echoed throughout the room, making his head pound harder. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to stop the room from spinning. He felt as though he was going to puke.

"Agh!" He tried to hold back, but could not as the bile overwhelmed him. He hasn't eaten for a few days, making his stomach work to throw up acid from his body. He leaned to the side so nothing got onto his clothes.

"That is... unpleasant. Sorry lad." Sam glared up at Crowley, who was blurry. The room was still spinning as Sam let his head fall down.

"What do you want Crowley?" Sam asked, keeping his voice from growing too loud and causing more pain to himself.

"Right now, I'm waiting for my little demons to capture your idiot brother!" Sam knew his brother was on his way and knew that no matter what, they would get out of this. Maybe this time, they would actually kill this piece of shit who causes them nothing but pain and misery.

"Dean may be an idiot, but he wouldn't walk in here without backup." Sam spit trying to get the disgusting taste from his mouth.

"I want to make a deal. When your big brother gets here, we will talk. Until then, I don't need your mouth blabbering away!" Crowley picked up something long and metal and swung at Sam's head, making contact. Sam yelled as he was struck and quickly fell into unconsciousness. He tried to fight it at first, but welcomed the darkness where the pain would disappear for a while. When he awoke, a pretty blonde was holding his face in her hands and had a concerned look on her face. She jumped when his eyes opened, but quickly regained her posture. She sent a look toward the other side of the room where Sam could hear struggling.

"Hey, Sam? Please tell me you understand me?" Her cool blue eyes seemed to stare into Sam's soul. Pity was dominant on he face as she struggled to cut the rope restricting Sam. A loud bang was heard followed by a bright light, making Sam shut his eyes. His head was pounding worse than before and he just wanted to go to a dark, quiet room. When the ropes were cut, Sam fell forward unable to hold himself up. His stomach lurched at the sudden movement, causing bile to once again come flowing out. The pretty blonde jumped back in disgust.

"Gah!" She exclaimed, her face twisted into a frown. Sam glanced up at her with confusion when a big object was thrown across the room and on top of her.

"Dean, you cannot possibly think bringing a girl here could possibly help you save your brother. She is pathetic and weak." Crowley pushed Dean off the girl and grabbed her by her throat. He held her above his head and watched as she writhed in his grip. A smile spread across his face as he continued to watch the girl.

"Hmm, she could be interesting to play with."

"Dude, that's gross!" Dean exclaimed, getting to his feet. He glared at Crowley who rolled his eyes in response.

"Always got your mind in the gutter, Squirrel?" He dropped the girl who collapsed on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Sam's vision was blurred as he tried to get up, but fell back to the seat when he felt like he was going to throw up once again. Crowley was at Dean's side with a snap of his fingers and threw Dean once again to the other side of the room.

"Sam, c'mon. We have to leave." The girl grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him to his feet as Crowley walked after Dean.

"Dean." Sam managed without the bile rising. Quickly walking out the door the girl flashed a smile at Sam.

"Don't worry about him, he will be alright."

My SPN essay I wrote for school (My Dream)

Dreams are a part of life. Everyone has one and try to make it become a reality, but others watch them fly by without trying to make them come true. My dream is to meet the three main cast members of the show "Supernatural" because of their inspiring personalities and their remarkable charity work. 

The reason I dream of meeting Misha Collins is because of the impact he makes on society. He is not afraid to be himself and has done a countless amount of crazy behavior. He uses his fame to raise money for charity. In December 2009, he used his Twitter for ideas on how to stimulate the economy. Because of that, "Random Acts" came to play where people do good works in the world, donate to charity, and volunteer for good causes. His fundraisers are generally used to raise money to rebuild the communities in Haiti. He also came up with the idea of GISHWHES, which stands for Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. He came up with the idea January of 2011. Basically he has fans participate in a huge world wide scavenger hunt where they get the information from the GISHWHES website. Misha Collins is a remarkable human being whom I dream of meeting some day soon. 

Jensen Ackles is an inspiring person that has not let fame go to his head. He keeps his life as private as possible and does his best to stay out of the limelight. He also has stayed true to himself even though he is famous. When his first child was born, Justice Jay "JJ", he and his also famous wife kept the paparazzi from posting pictures of her on the internet. When a picture was finally posted, the fans were more grateful and had more respect toward him. He also has his costar, Jared Padalecki's back in whatever situation comes their way. Although they had not met previously to "Supernatural", they became actual brothers through working together for so long. They both were the Best Man at each other's weddings. Jensen Ackles is also involved with two charities; the American Cancer Society and the Alzheimer's Association. He helps to raise money and has often told his fans how he appreciates them and their help. He is a very inspirational person that I hope I can meet someday. He proves how just because you are famous, you have no reason to be a jerk. 

Jared Padalecki is someone who inspires me to show who I truly am. He is a complete goofball and is known for pulling pranks on people on set. He often posts pictures of his 18-month old son, Thomas. He met his wife through "Supernatural" when she guest starred. Jared has made it clear that he and his wife support the Dog's Life Rescue; a charity that helps dogs find homes. He asks fans to donate to this along with the American Cancer Society and the Alzheimer's Association. It is known how close he and Ackles are and how they are practically brothers. They are always be on each other's sides no matter what. Ackles is often dragged into Padalecki's pranks. Jared Padalecki is a genuine, down to earth person who is my inspiration and someone that I dream of meeting soon. 

These three guys show who they are and do not care about what others say about them, thus making meeting them my biggest dream. Also, the fact that they use their fame to raise money for charity is truly remarkable because they prove that just because you are famous, you have no right to be rude towards others.