"SAM! DEAN!" I yelled, my voice going hoarse from screaming so much.
I was dangling from the ceiling by my hands, my vision blurred from going in and out of consciousness.
I could feel blood, dry and fresh, all over my hands and arms. I felt so drained, like I could sleep forever
"SAM!" My voice cracked and echoed against the walls.
"DEAN" It was then that I was aware of my surroundings. I was in what looked like and old building, cloudy windows on both sides of me. There were old, stripped pieces of rope hanging down from the ceiling. Water dripped from the roof, creating a musty smell to the building.
I couldn't remember how I got here, or who tied me to the ropes. The last thing I remember was electric blue eyes and the Winchester's.
I heard a rustle behind me and I began to squirm in fear. I felt something hot clutch my arm and I drifted out of consciousness once again.
