Dean woke up with the fuzziness and lingering headache that meant he'd taken the heavy duty painkillers, the ones that always knocked him right out. Later that would be what he blamed for not immediately remembering why he was tied to his bed or why his brother was sacked out on the other one.

"Sammy? Hey dude, you want to wake up and untie me?"

He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the hunt ( Read more... )

After a little bit of time talking to various people who seemed as clueless as he was, Tom had excused himself and headed back to where he had woke up. His shoulder was hurting a lot and he was afraid he was going to bleed through the dressing on it if he didn't get it changed ( Read more... )

Tom woke up in a strange room, disoriented, confused and in pain. The last thing he remembered was being in the mine, trying desperately to convince Sarah that Axel was the killer. There was something else, something vague, blurry.... had Harry Warden showed up? The paralyzing fear he could remember seemed to suggest he had. Maybe Axel hadn't been ( Read more... )