15 Samantha’s Rescue

Sam's POV

You woke up to find that just about everything was hurting. Your head was pounding, your wrists burned, and your shoulders felt like someone was trying to rip them off your body. Your wrists were bound by rope and you were hanging by them. There's more aches and pains  throughout your body but you could only focus on those.

But it didn't matter, you've been through worse.

You scanned your surroundings having no idea where you are, only to be met by darkness. The last thing you remembered was running to the Impala away from what you recognised was a wendigo. You felt yourself being jerked to the side and then everything went black.

Now your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness and you could make out the shapes of bodies close by. There were about five people hanging by their wrists, just like you.

"Hey," you tried to call but it came out scratchy and didn't sound like you.

Nonetheless, most of their heads shot up.

They heard you.

"Another one?" A soft voice asked and you looked toward the sound.

You recognized her, she was in the newspaper that led you here in the first place, she was Tobias' little sister, Penny. You also saw other familiar faces, Tobias' father, Oliver Evans, and "Aunt" Nancy. That's all but Tobias and Penny's mother, where was she?

"You're Penny Evans," you realized aloud.

"Yes, how do you know my name?" she asked skeptically.

"I was looking for you well, me and my partners were," you explained without giving too much information to cover your tracks later.

"Some rescue that turned out," another voice scoffed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Evans, my partners will find us," you said confidentially to, who you recognized was, Tobias' dad.

"That's what that Ranger over there said, but look where that got us," he said bitterly.

You looked to where the man was gesturing and sure enough, there was a man in what looked like a Ranger's uniform. You also noticed there was another person you seemed to miss. She seemed to be asleep still but you didn't recognize her from any of the research you did.

"Whose that?" You asked motioning the best you could to the sleeping woman.

"That's Miley Tyler, she went missing before any of us, the poor doll's been here for almost two weeks," Nancy informed you.

You felt your heart reach out to the girl, almost two whole weeks of torture, not knowing whether you're going to live or die. Not knowing if you'll ever see a familiar face or scenery again. You've had enough bad experiences to last you a lifestime but you couldn't imagine being in her shoes.

Dean, Y/n, wherever you guys are, you thought pleadingly, help us and hurry.

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Y/n's POV; Time skip, few minutes later

As you and Dean made your way into the dark cave, you couldn't shake the feeling something was about to go very very wrong. The deeper you went in the cave, the more the feeling grew.

You kept looking over your shoulder and memorizing your surrounding. Storing into your memory where to go if a certain situation were to arise. Suddenly Dean stopped, causing you to crash into his firm back.

"Ow," you started stupidly before he shushed you and you quickly did so.

You heard talking up ahead. People talking.

You and Dean shared a hopeful but guarded look before cautiously heading that way. As you got closer you could make out what they were saying. You recognized one of the voices instantly.

"So you've been in here this whole time?" Sam asked someone.

"Yes, none of us remember how or who brought us here though," a woman's voice you didn't recognize answered sadly.

"Do you have any idea why?" Sam questioned.

"No, none of us know anything, so would you shut your mouth?" a male voice interjected.

"Oliver, just knock it off, it's nit like we've got anything better to do and if there's a possibility this could help us, then we should take it," the same woman as before answered annoyed.

You saw Dean poke his head into where it sounded like the voices were coming from to make sure it was safe. Once satisfied he looked back at you and gestured with his head for you to follow.

When you entered you noticed there were six people hanging in the air by ropes tied to their hands. There was one woman, whom you guessed was the one who just spoke, was glaring at a man, you assumed he was Oliver. Another girl, somewhere between 14-17 years old, who was looking at them with mild curiosity. Sam looked tense, and you didn't blame him, the pain from hanging in the air still fresh.

You accidentally kicked a rock and saw six heads turn to look at you and the older Winchester. There were many different expressions on those faces, fear, curiosity, and on Sam and the woman's, hope.

"Heya Sammy, looks like you're a bit tied up at the moment," Dean joked with a smile. You rolled your eyes but didn't bother trying to hide the smile.

"You're such a dork," you commented to which he just shrugged.

"That's great guys but can we get some help here?" Sam said sassily.

"Since you asked so nicely," Dean said with a smirk as he cut Sam down unceremoniously.

Dean cushioned the fall for Sam as best he could with all these awkwardly placed rocks. Even so Sam groaned rubbing his sore shoulders and you heard a few popping noises that made you cringe. Ouch.

You took out the knife you earlier store in your boot and began cutting people down. Also, unlike Dean, you tried to do it as gently as possible so you wouldn't hurt these people who've already been hurt enough.

A few of them said thank you, one grumpy man simply grunted, one older woman hugged you, and the younger girl rambled about how grateful she was. You found the mix of responses amusing, everyone showed gradated in their own special way.

"Is everyone alright to make it back to the road?" You asked them, they all nodded.

"Alright then let's get the hell out of here," Dean said.

But he spoke too soon or maybe too late, because right then there was a ear piercing roar. Everyone's head snapped around, the cave was too big and was too complicated. The roar echoed all around you, no one could pinpoint where I was coming from.

You guys were trapped.