hello hola hi, my names Georgia and this is my first shield fic and I'm actually pleased with how it turned out, even though it is half past one in the morning and my eyes just are barely even open at the moment. anyway, I don't know where the whole idea of this came from, but it popped up from the corners of my dark and twisted brain and said, hey! why not write a dark and weird ambrolleigns fic to distract you from the fact that you have college in about 50 days. so, here I am. if you've read through this horribly long note and are going to read on, thank you so much for taking an interest and I hope you enjoy the first chapter. my tumblr is moxxley if you want to message me at all. so I'll shut up now, thank you and enjoy! please drop me a review and tell me what you think! - this is also posted on ao3 under the name kawx.

Roman grins at Dean, and pushes himself from the ground.

"C'mon Seth, don't be a baby! It's just an old house," Roman says, looking down at his two toned best friend and offers his hand to help him up. Seth rolls his eyes and accepts the hand, brushing the dirt from his sweat pants when he gets to his feet.

"I'm not being a baby, Rome. I just don't think I like the idea of going in there. I mean seriously, have you heard the things they say about the place?" Seth's voice slightly wavers and Dean scoffs turning back to look at the old abandoned house in the middle of the field. The sky is turning dark and rain threatens to fall.

"You don't really believe everything people say, do you Seth? Rome's right, it's just a house. What's the worst that could happen?" Seth sighs, he knows he's not going to win. He looks at his two best friends and then to the house in the field. Dean had been the one to suggest it, going inside the house. He'd stumbled across it when he was just wondering the fields and took a quick look around. Of course he hadn't actually gone inside on his own; he'd waited until Roman and Seth were here to suggest that.

Seth swallows and lets his shoulders sag in defeat. "Alright, alright, let's go before I change my mind and leave you both here on your own," Dean grins in triumph and Roman claps him on the shoulder, a hiss of 'fuck yes' leaving him as the three of them picked their way through the field towards the house.

Dean lets his hands dangle by his sides and his fingers graze the tops of the wild, over grown flowers. Despite his earlier enthusiasm to check the place out, there's a small voice in the back of his head that knows that what Seth said moments ago was right. People had been talking about this place. And it wasn't the usual ghost stories and extra terrestrial goings on that usually plagued old houses. There were talks of blood on the walls, screaming from the upstairs and murders when the house was operational. But maybe that was the thrill of it, not many people ventured out here, and going back and telling everyone that he, Seth and Roman had been in the house was going to be priceless.

When the three of them reach the front of the house, they stand on the steps for a moment and take in the sight of the front door which is hanging off the hinges, the wood splintered in so many places its technically many different pieces of wood. Dean is the first to push past the wood, scraping his arm a little on one of the sharp shards sticking out the side. He hisses and watches as a small scratch appears on his arm, Dean flicks a splinter of wood from his skin before wiping away the blood with his fingers.

He turns to Roman and Seth who have now joined him in the room, and he laughs at the look on Seth's face. His eyebrows are drawn together in concentration and his chest rises and falls as he tries to breathe normally.

"C'mon Seth, don't look so scared. I promise you I won't let anything hurt you," Dean shuffles over to Seth and stands impossibly close to him. Seth looks at him with his big brown eyes and mumbles, "I'm not scared, you idiot." Dean chuckles and lets his hand rest upon Seth's cheek for a moment before turning away from him.

He lets his eyes scan around the dingy room and wonders why he ever thought a house could be scary. There's no blood on the walls or no broken furniture like he expected, just dust; and lots of it.

"Fucking shithole." Dean murmurs, the floorboards creaking underneath him as he steps across the room. Seth follows him quickly and Roman chuckles, following the both of them through the door. Dean ends up in the kitchen, though not much of it remains. The porcelain sink is smashed and the doors of the cupboards hang on their hinges. Dean sighs, he's at least a little disappointed that there's no blood in this room, either. On the counters all that remains is a thick layer of dust and the bodies of dead flies and moths. Dean swipes his finger across it and lifts it up to inspect the grime that's collected on the pad of his index finger. He pulls a face and rubs his hands down his jeans.

Roman hums under his breath as he peers into cupboards, finding nothing interesting inside them. Seth is standing near the doorway, one hand near his mouth as he chews at his fingernails. Dean chuckles softly and takes Seth by the wrists, pulling the younger into him.

"Seth, babe, seriously there's nothing here. All those shitty stories about the blood on the walls is obviously all fake," Dean takes a moment to look at Seth's face and he sighs softly, his grip tightening on his wrists just a fraction. He pulls him closer, breath ghosting over his lips. Seth shudders a little and instinctively leans into Dean. "God, you're actually scared, aren't you?" Dean's voice is barely above a whisper, but Seth nods his head ever so slightly. Dean's the one to close the gap between them, and he presses his lips against Seth's, momentarily appreciating their softness.

His hands slip from Seth's wrists and they move to the back of his head, his fingers curling into his hair as he pushes Seth against him. Seth moans quietly, parting his lips so that Dean can kiss him properly. Dean's mouth is hot and wet and welcoming against his own and Seth's hands grip at Dean's black t-shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. The moan causes Roman to turn towards them, interrupting his inspection of a coin found in the second drawer.

"Oh my god, guys seriously. We're in a fucking dirty old house, how can you be getting off on this?" Roman groans, shaking his head at Dean when he pulls away from Seth. Dean smirks and turns back to Seth, letting his thumb trace over his bottom lip.

"C'mon Rome, I'm just trying to make Seth feel better," Dean leans into Seth again and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his one hand moving down his body slowly to press against Seth's jean clad crotch. Seth lets out a whimper, fingers digging into the skin underneath Dean's shirt.

"Sick fuckers," Roman mumbles, shoving the coin into his pocket. It's probably worthless, but it looks pretty cool. He goes back to snooping in the drawers and tries to ignore his friends groping each other in the middle of the room. Roman finds three more coins and a hair grip with a butterfly on it. He shoves them into his pocket with the other coin and pushes himself from his knees. When he looks over at Dean and Seth, he can't help but grin at them. Dean has stopped palming him and now has both of his hands interlocked with Seth's, and he's leaving small kisses across his face.

"If you two are quite finished with your love fest," Roman begins, wiping his palms on his thighs to get rid of the dust and sweat lining them. "Why don't we take a look up-" Roman stops talking when he hears the sound of glass shattering from upstairs. The house is suddenly silent, and Seth clings to Dean like if he doesn't, he's going to fall and disappear forever.

"What the fuck was that?" Seth hisses, eyes wide with fear. Dean places a warm hand on his hip. He swallows and looks at Seth reassuringly.

"It's probably nothing, just a gust of wind through an open window knocking something over," Dean reasons, thumb circling at Seth's hip. Seth nods slightly, though he knows he's not buying it. There had been barely a breeze all day. There's a creak of floorboards from above them, and they lift their heads simultaneously. Roman swallows and looks down at Seth and Dean.

"Maybe we should check it out?" Roman says quietly, though he makes no attempt to move from the spot he's in. Seth shakes his head vigorously, eyes growing wider.

"No," he snaps quietly, voice hissing and short. "Why the fuck should we do that?" Dean shushes him quietly, the pads of his fingers stroking his cheeks gently to sooth him.

"Because it will put your mind at ease. There's nothing here to hurt you Seth, I promise you." Dean presses his lips to Seth's sweaty forehead and slips his hand into his. Roman takes this as his queue to move, before Seth starts protesting. Roman makes it to the stares and he looks back behind him to see Dean gently pulling Seth to the stairs behind him. Roman's steps are slow and tentative as he tries to be quiet on his assent. His heart thuds slightly against his rib cage as he reaches the top step. His body relaxes when he spots the smashed glass in a room opposite the stairs. It's right next to the window which is also smashed, the dirty net curtain sways in the breeze. He turns to Seth with a comforting smile.

"See Seth, just an open window like Dean said, there's nothing to be scared of." Seth's shoulders relax a little when he reaches the top steps and sees what Roman is pointing too. Roman steps slowly into the room, moving towards the window to look out at the vast expanse of land at the back of the house. Roman breathes in the scent of oncoming rain and exhales heavily. The sky is a dark grey now, almost black and the dark clouds swirl together like the formation of a cyclone.

"Uh, guys?" Seth's scared, quiet voice brings Roman away from the window, he looks at his friend, whose now shaking and clutching at Dean like his life depends on it. Dean isn't doing much better, he's frozen on the spot and he's got his eyes locked ahead of him. Roman follows his gaze and feels the breeze from the window graze the back of his neck. When Roman's eyes catch the wall, his breath grips the walls of his throat. He's suddenly forgotten how to breathe, and the hairs on the back of his neck start to tickle.

On the wall, covering the hideous, dirty flower printed wallpaper is blood. It's splattered, dark red streaks run down the entire length of the wall until they reach the dried pool on the floorboards. But what really makes Roman want to throw up the remains of the burger he ate earlier, is the axe that's wedged into the plaster, trapping a blood covered doll against the wall. It hangs down, it's hair trapped between the blade and the wall. Roman swallows thickly, wanting to look anywhere but the wall but not being able to look anywhere else.

"Can we leave now?" Seth whispers, so quietly and his voice dripping with so much fear that Roman doesn't think he even heard him. Dean nods slowly, still not taking his eyes away from the wall, he can see the bloody hand prints around the handle of the axe and he grips Seth's hand tighter, his heart starting to hammer in his chest.

The scream comes from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It's high pitched and shrill and it makes his ears burn and his head spin. The wall in front of them starts to shudder and the floorboards beneath their feet starts creaking loudly. The screaming continues to get louder as the shuddering wall starts to crumble. The axe slips from its position and clatters to the floor, but the doll doesn't fall. It stays stuck to the shuddering wall, hanging by its dark strands of hair. It's body shakes frantically and if Dean's head didn't feel like it was about to explode, he'd say that the doll was laughing.

Seth's weight goes limp in his arms and his knees buckle, making him slump to the floor. His grip on Dean's hand loosens and Dean tries to pull him back to his feet, but he's a dead weight. Dean tries to hold him up, tries to scream his name just to try and get him to respond, but when he opens his mouth he feels like somebody is pushing the words back down his throat, trying to choke him with them.

Seth's eyes have rolled into the back of his head and Dean tries shaking him, but Seth's body starts to convulse violently in his arms. Dean turns to Roman, wanting to get as far away from this place as he could so that he can wake Seth up, but his heart nearly explodes when he sees Roman's body on the floor, convulsing just like Seth is. He tries to scream his name, but his words choke him. They suck all of the air from his lungs and cripple him so that he's on his knees, hunched over Seth's convulsing body.

His head burns and his vision burns white hot, but Dean doesn't miss the small, grubby feet of a girl standing in the door way before his eyes burn so much he can't see anymore.

Cold fingers pull Dean from his unconscious state. He blinks slowly, willing his eyes to become accustomed to the harsh white light shining above his head.

His ears are ringing slightly, but he can hear the faint sounds of wheels disappearing into the distance. He goes to scratch at his forehead, but his hands are strapped at his sides.

Dean's body tenses. His feet are restrained too and he can hear the clanking of chains as he moves his restricted limbs as much as he can. He panics, and starts to thrash around, his heart beating so wildly in his chest it's almost painful. To his left, there's another person tied to a bed. Dean thrashes some more, putting as much force as he can muster into pulling out of the restraints. But they're impossibly tight, and he can feel the skin on his wrists begin to split.

He can feel the blood now, dripping into the cracks of his fingers and spreading across his palms. Within a minute, he's swarmed. Surrounded by people all wearing white. A large woman with white hair and a wrinkled face leans in close to him and takes a vice like grip on his arm. She looks at him with glassy eyes before jabbing his arm with something sharp. She smiles sweetly and brings her bony hand up to Dean's sweaty, dirty blonde hair and strokes it away from his face.

"Sleep now, young man, you're safe here." Dean's eye lids start to feel like lead and his limbs become heavy, he slowly begins to calm, he can no longer fight against the restraints.

"You're safe." He hears again, before his eyes close and his mind burns white hot.