Hi all, here's my latest story. And I know that I haven't finished "Legion" as of yet, but rest assured it's not forgotten. It will be finished, but I'm just having a bit of writers block on it right now. Anywho, hope you like this one and I look forward to any feedback ya'll might have for me! So please R&R! Oh, and this story isn't exactly involving anything that is Supernatural. You'll understand after you read the first chappie though, so on to the story!

Title:The Game

Genre:Drama/Horror/Angst-all those good things!

Characters:Dean and Sam of course.(It's mostly Dean-centric, but has a healthy dose of Sammy)and some OC's.

Rating:PG13(for now)Rating will go up when it gets more graphic.

Summary:Dean finds himself an unwilling participant in a deranged game of survival.

Disclaimer:I own nothing to do with Supernatural.

The Game

Ch.1

"Son of a bitch Sam. Can you please turn down that damn TV."Dean muttered as he slowly awoke. His head was pounding, and the noise from whatever Sam was watching was only making it worse.

That's what you get for drinking so much dumb ass, he chastised himself.

His brother obviously didn't hear him though, either that or he just chose to ignore him, because the crying that had roused Dean from his slumber continued, and as he reluctantly opened his eyes he wondered exactly what kind of gay ass chick flick his little bro was watching this time.

"Hey, I think he's coming around."he heard a strange male voice say as he tried to force his eyelids to obey him and open as ordered.

Finally they did, and he jumped in surprise when instead of being greeted by the ceiling of the hotel room he'd fallen asleep in the night before, a strange mans face was hovering above him.

"Wha..?" he exclaimed, automatically going on the defensive and reaching for the weapon he always kept beneath his pillow only to find he wasn't laying on a pillow, or even a bed for that. He was laying on what appeared to be a concrete floor.

"Just calm down son."the strange man said calmly.

"Calm down! Where's my brother? Who the hell are you, and where the hell am I?"Dean asked between clenched teeth as he struggled into a sitting position, a wave of dizziness overcoming him as he did so, the pounding pain in his head intensifying.

"Well, the only one of those questions I can answer for you is my name is Marty Burgess, as for the rest, your guess is as good as mine."Marty, who had sandy blond hair and looked to be in his 40's replied, putting a hand out to help the younger man sit up.

Dean reluctantly accepted his offered hand, and finally got in a upright position leaning against the wall behind him.

"We were beginning to think you weren't ever going to wake up."Dean heard a female voice state, and turned his head in the direction it came from to find that he and this Marty guy weren't the only two who were in the room.

The female who'd spoken was a kinda plain looking dark haired woman with glasses, who he guessed was around his age. There was also a teenage boy with black spiky hair, a middle aged black woman, a big muscled looking bald guy who reminded Dean of a bulldog for some reason, a tall, slightly pudgy black guy, and a little blond headed girl who was still dressed in her pajama's.

The girl was the source of the crying that had awoken him. The black woman had her arm around the sobbing child, trying to calm her down, but it didn't appear to be working.

"Your head will feel better in a few minutes man."the teen spoke up when Dean groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Whatever was used to knock us out leaves a headache as a residual effect."the young woman stated matter-of-factly.

"Who are you people?" Dean asked when a few seconds later, just as the teen had said, his headache started receding to a dull throb.

"Why don't you tell us who you are first pretty boy."the bald man growled rudely in reply, glaring at him through slitted eyes from across the room.

"Umm...I'm not really sure how to take that dude, but just to avoid any further confusion, I like the people of the female persuasion."Dean replied sarcastically with his trademark cocky grin."Though I do appreciate the compliment."

This remark got a snicker out of the teen, but the rest of the rooms occupants were unamused, giving him disapproving looks, while the bald guy stood up angrily and started walking towards him.

"You little punk, I'll..."

"Oh please, can you get over your manly acts of immaturity and worry more about why we're here and who brought us here instead of having your little pissing match?" the young woman interjected angrily.

Before either of them could reply to her, a click was heard across the room and they looked to fund that an old TV set, the only piece of furniture in the room, which at a glance one would have thought was broken had come on. A face that was covered by what looked to be a mask of George Bush appeared through the fuzz on the screen.

"Hello my friends. Allow me to introduce myself and explain to you a few things which I am sure trouble your mind at the moment."a mans voice said from within the mask.

Unconsciously, all the occupants of the room moved towards the TV. Dean and the bald man, who had only seconds before been prepared to exchange blows, had totally forgotten about that as they stood side by side in front of the small television set. Even the small girl had stopped crying, and though still huddled close to the black woman, had her face turned attentively towards the screen.

"First of all let me thank each and every one of your for being the subjects of my experiment. Unwilling ones, but subjects nonetheless. I'd also like to apologize ahead of time to those who will not survive until the conclusion of it. As with any scientific experiment a certain amount of casualties is to be expected to achieve the objective."he continued on screen with a shrug.

"Marty Burgess, Casey Tursdale, Cole Boggs, Rose Shephard, Katie Simpson, S.J. Towns, Dean Daniels, and last but not least, Mickey Richards. Each of you were chosen for the different factors that you could contribute to the cause. I'm sure it baffles some of you what there is that you could have to offer, but if you play the game by the rules, some of you might just discover what it is."

"Dude, somebody has seen the "Saw" movies one too many times."Cole, the teen, interjected to no one in particular with a snicker, making the universal sign of someone being crazy with his left hand.

"Yes Cole."the man on the screen said, surprising each of the rooms occupants with the fact he could hear what the boy had said."I admit that certain factors of the game may seem a bit...copycat thus far, but I assure you it is quite different."

"You can hear us?" Dean asked, looking around the room, trying to locate whatever device was planted to allow the man to be able to.

"Of course. I can also see you. How else can I record and log the full experience if I couldn't? And you're wasting your time Mr. Daniels, you'll never find my equipment."the man said from within the mask, a smug tone detectable in his voice despite it being a bit muffled.

"Well good, then you can hear this too then, let us all out of here right now, because if you don't, when I find you I'm gonna rip your head off, mask and all, and shove it up your as.."

"Dean, perhaps we should hear the man out."Marty interrupted , putting a hand on the sometimes hot tempered younger mans shoulder.

"I don't know. I kinda like the idea of ripping the psycho fucks head off myself." the muscled bald guy, said with a sneer.

"No ones going to be able to rip anything off anybody unless we get out of here."the big black man said through clenched teeth."So lets listen to what he has to say and worry about removing appendages later."

"Thank you Mr. Towns. Now, if I may continue. You are in what I call "The Maze".

"Obviously not much on the originality factor."the teen mumbled at the name.

"In actuality, "The Maze" is a large underground compound that was used by the military to keep prisoners that they didn't want the public to know that they had up until about 8 years ago. Through much time consuming research into finding the perfect location to commence with my work, I lucked upon this place, and was amazed at the layout and how perfectly it would play in the experiment, so I purchased it. For an amazingly small amount I might add. So after several years of molding it into the perfect location for my game, I found each of you and brought you here."

"What exactly does this "game"of yours entail?"the young woman asked, pushing her glasses, which had slipped down a bit, back up on her nose with a frown.

"It's quite simple, "The Maze" is a series of rooms that are each connected to one another by a single door. All you have to do is find the key that is hidden in each room that unlocks the door leading into the next."

"Why do I have the feeling there's a little bit more to it than that Mr. Bush?"Dean asked sarcastically."A obviously mad man ,such as you, wouldn't bring us here to go from room to room finding a damn key, now would he?"

"Why must there be such animosity towards me? I am a scientist, and am doing what scientists do. Why can't people just accept that? No one questions when we kill animals in the name of research, so why should doing the same to human beings be any different?"the man asked with a sigh before answering Deans question."But, that being said Dean, you are correct. It wouldn't be much of an experiment if it only entailed searching for a key. In each room, you will have exactly 1 hr to find the key. If, by then you haven' located it, then you will succomb to the gas that I have set on a timer to be released into each room through the air vents."

"So, let me get this straight. We have an hour to find the key that unlocks the door leading to the next room, and if we don't find it we get gassed?" Dean asked in exasperation.

"That is correct."the man replied.

"That shouldn't be too hard guys."Cole spoke up."There's like what? 8 of us? We should be able to find a frickin' key easily."

"But, you didn't let me finish."the man said."Along with the key, there are several other items hid throughout some of the rooms. Little surprises I suppose one would call booby traps. The trick is, to find the key while at the same time avoiding finding a trap instead."

"If you'll excuse me for my apparent ignorance, I must ask exactly what part of this "game" of yours is considered any type of scientific experiment?"the older black lady asked.

"Yeah, I don't claim to be a scientist or to know anything about what they research, but how can making us look for a key in a booby trapped room be considered an experiment?" Cole asked with a smirk.

"That's where you're wrong young man. It is very much a scientific experiment. It is an experiment to gauge the human nature and how well people who are each from different backgrounds, some good and others not so good, can work together to achieve a common goal. To see how far some are willing to go to insure their own safety, even if it exactly isn't in the good for the whole group. Most importantly, to see how long it takes some of you to crack under pressure and make dumb mistakes. So believe me, this more than qualifies as an experiment Cole."he answered with a muffled chuckle.

"You do realize our families and friends will be searching for us?" Marty asked."And that they will eventually be able to track you down and find out where you've taken us?"

"You are wrong there Marty old man. See, even though I have interacted with each of you at some point, it was in such insignificant manners that no one will ever be able to link me to any of this. And, in the case of one of you, we met only once before I chose you. I had only intended to have 7 people take part in the experiment, but this final person made such a lasting impression on me that I couldn't possible pass up on including them also." a hint of animosity was in his tone, and for some reason Dean had the feeling that the masked man was directing his words towards him. Which would make perfect sense since he and Sam had only been in town for a couple days.

He mentally scanned through his memories of the short stay in town, but couldn't come up with who the captor might be right off, but he'd keep thinking about it.

"How do we know that if we do survive, you'll really let us go?"the black woman asked calmly.

"Like I said, I am only a scientist conducting an experiment. And as with any other subject I've worked with in the past, after the work is completed, you have my word I will release the survivors. If there are any that is."

Dean, during his little so-called promise, had his mind lingering elsewhere, on his brother to be exact. See, be it Dean was a normal person with a normal family, maybe the masked mans words would be true, but he wasn't dealing with a normal one in Deans case at all. He was messing with the Winchesters.

Dean had no doubt his brother would find him. He only hoped he was able to survive psycho Bush's little game until he did.

"Well, when do we start?"the bald bulldog looking man asked.

"You start right now."the man replied, and at that very second the previously locked door clicked and swung open. "So good luck."

TBC

What think? Should I continue? If you do like I have lots of nice surprises, blood, and angst in store. Also Sam will be in the next chapter, so all you little brother lovers can get your Sammy fix! So R&R!