Default Title - Write Your Own

Chapter One

The grey walls of the bunker's familiar dungeon swam into view, at the same time as a throbbing pain made itself known.  Sam's ears were ringing, and he could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his whole body. Not normal.

There was one spot on the back of his head that hurt the most. Perhaps he had been hit with something there. He couldn't really remember.

"Dean?" He called, his slightly shaky voice echoing a little on the cold stone walls. He hard footsteps approach the doors to the room he was stuck in, and he sighed in relief. He walked up to him as they were pulled halfway open. He stood in front of Dean, expecting him to explain why he was in this room. He obviously wasn't possessed, as he had just crossed the line of the iron Devil's trap without a problem.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said with a slight air of superiority.

"Hey Dean," he replied, his ears still ringing loudly. "What happened?"

He made his way towards the gap left between Deans relaxed form leaning on the doorframe and the other side of the entrance. He gasped in pain and shock when Dean's hand shot out and caught him in the chest.

"I don't think so."

"Dean?"

Handcuffs were smacked around Sam's wrists before he even finished getting the word out. Dean yanked on the chain connecting his hands and dragged him towards the hooks hanging from the ceiling, on the far side of the room.

"What the hell? Dean! I'm not possessed!" His hands were roughly shoved upwards and he was caught on the hook.

Dean grinned.  "I know." His eyes flashed black.