OKay so this has taken me forever to get this out. I rushed this chapter so I'm sorry for any errors. Point them out to me please. I have a ton going on in RL right now so bear with me please. I stopped this chapter when I did because I really felt the rest of it would just be boring filler. I really hope you like it! Please review.

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"Dean! Dean!" I tried not be too loud when I called his name for fear one of those men would hear me, but I couldn't stem the overwhelming relief I felt when it was Dean Winchester who walked through the barn door. Fresh tears started to fall as I pressed my face to the bars of my cage and reached my arm out as far as it could go.

"Lynn?! Are you okay?" He rushed over to me and grasped my cold hand in his warm one.

"I'll be better when I'm out of here." I wanted to kiss him. Hell, I wanted to kiss anyone because Dean was here to get us out.

"Damn, its good to see you two." Dean slapped his other hand against the cage as he looked over at Sam. He let go of my hand and took a step back, looking at the locks on our cage.

"There is some kind of automatic control over there." Sam pointed to the poll with the electric box.

"Have you seen them?" Dean asked as he went to check it out. I didn't know if he was talking to me, but Sam answered him.

"Dude, they're just people from what I saw. Lynn saw them more than I did. They kept her in the house for a while before bringing her out here." Both of their attentions turned to me.

"They just looked like a dirty rednecks."

"They did that to you?" Dean had stopped fiddling with the device long enough to motion to my eye and wait for my answer. I reached up and lightly touched my swollen eye where the one guy hit me.

"Oh yeah, I punched one so he punched me back." I said this with as much amusement I could muster. As if I hadn't been terrified. As if it was a joke. I wanted Dean to save me, but I didn't want him to feel sorry for me. He seemed torn between smiling at my nerve and frowning at the fact that one of these guys clocked me.

"Lets get you guys out of here then we'll take care of these bastards." Dean gestured to the electric box. "This thing take a key? Seen one?"

We both shook our heads. I'd only seen one when they were opening the cage for Jenkins. Who knows what they did with it.

"Alright I better go find it." Dean started for the door when Sam stopped him.

"Hey, be careful."

"Yeah." Dean looked at me one last time before storming out the door.

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It didn't seem like that much time had passed when we heard the faint sound of banging and glass breaking. There was obviously some kind of scuffle going on in the house. I just hope Dean came out on top. Shortly after the noise stopped I heard the door to the house slam shut. Could this be Dean coming out to get us? Something must not have felt right to Sam because he hopped up to a crouch and slid to the back of his cage.

"Lynn get back and get ready in case its not Dean."

"Get ready for what?" I almost choked on my fear.

"For anything."

I did as he said, but his words sent a chill through me. What if it wasn't Dean? What would we do then? What if I was the one they let out and killed next? What if I wasn't and I had to listen to Sam get killed? Fortunately and unfortunately I didn't have time to dwell on it. The door was flung open and one of the men came stomping in with a rifle in his hand. He went straight for the box and unlocked Sam's cage.

"What are you doing?!" Sam demanded but the guy ignored him as he opened Sam's cage. I quickly realized that this man wasn't going to let Sam out and then kill him. He was just going to shoot him! I started banging on the cage and yelling at him to get his attention as did the other woman, but it didn't faze him as he pulled his gun up and took aim at Sam. What I didn't expect was that bracket to come in handy. Sam must have had it ready, seeing as it was the only thing he could get his hands on and flung it right at the guy hitting him in the face just as he pulled the trigger. He jerked back and the bullet went wide and Sam took his chance to charge him.

There wasn't much of a fight because the guy was no match for Sam who quickly took the gun from him and knocked him out with the barrel. He struggled with the gun for a second before throwing it to the ground and grabbing the guy by his legs. He dragged him into the cage and ran to the electrical box locking that cage and unlocking mine and the other lady's. I never moved so fast in my life as I did when I scrambled out of that cage. It never felt so good to stand up all the way and stretch out my legs, but Sam was all business and was already messing with a different electrical box. He pulled some wires and there was a loud spark before all the lights went out. It wasn't completely pitch black but still pretty dark.

A quick look through the door proved that we were in fact in the back room of a barn. There were bails of hay piled all over the place and a large green tractor was parked in the middle of the room. It was chillier out here than in the room with the cages, but there was no way I was going back in there.

"Okay, you two hide. I'm going to go get Dean."

"Wait," the lady cop stopped him, "I can help."

"No, stay here, hide and watch after Lynn." I didn't feel good about this plan. In fact I was dreading this plan. Any plan that involved me being separated from Sam or Dean was not a good plan to me. I climbed the rickety ladder into the hay loft and my panic rose with me. I didn't like this at all. What if something had already happened to Dean and now they were going to get Sam? What if those men came out here and we were unprotected?

My heartbeat was deafening as I crouched behind a bale of hay and prepared for the worse. The other lady hid in a small room off to the side. I assume its so we wouldn't be caught together. A few seconds went by and a noises died down and the sounds of the night settled on us. It was cold so there were no animal sounds or insects so the slight rain seemed like a downpour. The smell of the hay overwhelmed my senses. We didn't have to wait too long before we heard what sounded like two people stomping to the barn. I shifted and looked over the hay eagerly, hoping to see Sam and Dean come through the door.

I wasn't so lucky. The older man and his other son came in through the open barn door behind the tractor, rifles ready and murder in their eyes. They quickly made their way into the cage room and I could hear their exclamations as they found their kin in one of the cages. There was some banging as they argued, but they were out in the main barn with us before I could blink. They had their guns ready and were sneaking around, looking for us. They were stalking us, hunting us, and they were going to find us. This barn was only so big and it was only so long before they would start to look up here.

That time came faster than I expected. The young one went to inspect a sound in the small room with the lady cop and the old man started making his way up the ladder into my hiding place. What in the hell should I do when he finds me? Should I even wait for him to find me? Rushing him right now while he was climbing the ladder seemed like the smarted option, but for the life of me I couldn't muster up the courage to move. Three earsplitting shots rang out from the other room followed by sounds of a fight. I must have started and moved enough to be spotted because another shot rang out and it hit right near my head.

I didn't even think as I ran from my hiding place and bolted in the opposite direction from the old man who was shooting at me, but he just kept firing. I somehow managed to not get shot as I dove over the railing opposite from him and landing in a large pile of straw. The landing wasn't has soft as I thought it would be. In fact I plummeted right through the hay and felt a crunch from my lower leg when I collided with the frozen ground. I couldn't help the scream I let out as the pain started to shoot from my injury, but my adrenaline was helping to push it back. I still had to get away. I limped onto my one good foot and into the middle of the room, unsure of where to go. Would I even get far enough away if I ran out the door? Not a chance with my leg that I was now positive was broken. The old man was going down the ladder as fast as he could and I couldn't stand here and think on it so I stumbled my way into the room the lady cop had been. God I hoped I didn't just make a mistake.

I ran through the door to see the lady on the ground and the guy pointed his gun at her. Even though I didn't want any attention on me I yelled at him.

"HEY!" He turned and I hit the ground on reflex, because he turned his aim with him. Good thing I did because he shot at me immediately and it barely missed me. It also, thankfully, hit his father who had been much closer on my heels than I thought he was. The old man took the bullet to the shoulder and hit the ground hard. I was running almost completely on instinct at this point as I grabbed the old mans rifle and used it to stand before pointing it at the last one standing while he stood in shock. He must have rung the cops bell because she was still laying on the ground behind him looking dazed.

"Drop your gun!" I demanded, but I couldn't stop my voice from cracking. This wasn't me. I didn't aim guns at people. He was trying to kill me, but I couldn't shoot someone could I? He didn't look intimidated.

"Or what? You'll shoot me?"

"If I have to." My voice was wavering and high pitched from my fear and the pain in my leg.

"I don't think you have it in you."

"I don't want to shoot you, but I will. Please drop your gun." Even I didn't believe myself and I started to see how this was going to have to happen. He just smirked at me as he lifted his rifle to aim it at me.

"Stop!" I pulled the rifle closer into my shoulder and tried to change my stance to look more menacing, but he wasn't buying it. He was now aiming right at me and putting his finger on the trigger.

"Please stop!" I yelled again, but he didn't. Everything slowed down drastically as I saw his finger start to squeeze the trigger and I let out a breath and pulled my trigger first. I watched in horror as the bullet whizzed from my gun and into his chest somewhere near his heart. My own heart came to a halt as I watched the blood pour and gurgle from the large wound I just put in him. He let out one rattling cough and fell to the ground. I felt like there was ice in my veins. I couldn't feel my leg anymore. I couldn't feel the cold anymore. I didn't even react when the door was thrown open by Sam and Dean. There was just me and the person I just killed.

Third person POV

The sight that greeted Dean when he entered the barn was not a good one. The old man was on the ground with a gunshot wound to the shoulder. Kathleen was on the opposite side of the room dazed on the ground. The younger man was laying on the ground obviously dead. And Lynn...Lynn was standing over him with the rifle sagging from her hands looking like she saw a ghost. Her eyes were wide and her skin so pale. Dean ran to her and got between her and the body, but she continued to stare as if she could see it through him.

"Lynn?" He whispered as he pulled the gun from her grip. She didn't even look at him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.

"Lynn." He spoke more firmly this time and she broke from her trance. Her bright, multi-colored eyes were wide and terrified as they looked up at him and actually saw him.

"Dean?" She tried to shift and would have crumbled to the ground if Dean hadn't caught her.

"Whats wrong? Are you hurt?" Dean practically growled, worry steeping his words.

Lynn held on to his arms as he held her up and she looked down at her leg.

"I think I broke my leg." Her voice was even and her statement matter of fact. What was wrong with her?

"She is in shock." Sam offered as he helped Kathleen off of the ground. She took the younger ones gun from the ground and pointed it at the old man, keeping an eye on him.

"Lynn look at me. Are your hurt anywhere else?" Dean had hold of her face with one hand and was bracing her with the other one. He turned her face this way and that looking for any obvious signs of trauma, but didn't find anything other than the black eye she already had. She was slow in answering him that she wasn't hurt, but he was worried about the fact that she hadn't complained about her leg.

"Come on. We gotta get you outta here." He put his arm around her to try and help her walk, but her voice stopped him.

"Dean..." He voice was soft, almost a whisper and full of emotion. She gripped his jacket as she started to cry. "I killed that man." She was looking at the body on the ground with the large hole in it's chest.

"I know. Come on." She tried to take a couple more steps, but to no avail. The pain in her leg was worsening and she couldn't put even the littlest amount of weight on it. Sam and Kathleen were watching her struggle, concerned looks on their face. Dean took matters into his own hands or arms rather.

He bent over and scooped her up, careful not to jostle her leg. She surprisingly didn't object. Just wrapped her arms around his neck. She took one last look at the body and buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried. If Dean hadn't been carrying her he would be comforting her. He never wanted this for her. She was already in deeper than he liked, and now she had been forced to kill. Something like this will stay with her forever.

He carried her over to the porch and sat her on the top step so he could look at her leg. She was reluctant to let go of him but she eventually unwound her arms from around his neck. Her tears hadn't stopped. They hadn't even slowed down as she kept hold of his jacket.

"Dean I killed him." The anguish in her voice was palpable and it almost broke Dean's heart. He took hold of her hands that gripped his jacket and pried them off, but didn't let go.

"I know Lynn, but there is nothing we can do about it now. You had to do it. He was gonna kill you." His voice was soft but firm. She needed justification for what had happened, but they weren't exactly in a position for him to give it.

Sam quickly joined them and was checking Lynn's leg for swelling when a shot rang out from the barn. Lynn jumped at the sound and grabbed Deans arm as they turned to see Kathleen emerging with her head down and and tears in her eyes. They just watched her and kept their mouths shut as she got closer. Everyone knew what had happened and the truth of it hung in the air.

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