"You're kidding, right? Those are horrible options!" You exclaimed, even as the rumbling of the chainsaw could be heard in the room.

Ruby shrugged, "I am a demon sweetheart. I don't do kind."

"But you're killing innocent people!"

"Once again, a Demon," she chuckled, pointing to her black eyes. "Now are you going to choose?"

"I'm not going to leave Sam and Dean out there," you answered, even though the thought of walking through the haunted house by yourself was almost too much to bear.

Ruby smiled, waving her hand. A door appeared on the other side of the room, across from where you had last seen Sam and Dean. "Oh here," she said as you reached for the door. "I'm not completely merciless."

She tossed you a flashlight before vanishing from the room. With your heart in your throat, you stepped through the door. Once again you were in a hallway, the ay, but this was seemed almost normal. Lights flickered up above you, illuminating the deep purple and gold wallpaper, the dark wooden floors. Nothing had jumped out at you yet, and as you glanced over your shoulder, nothing was following you as well.

Only one door was at the end of the hallway. A creepy smiley face was drawn in blood, the blood fresh enough that it slid down the wood. It was frightening and you wanted to turn around, but you couldn't. You needed to find Sam and Dean.

As you reached out for the door handle, your hand shook so hard you almost couldn't grasp the ancient brass knob. Twisting it open, you pushed the door slightly open, immediately noticing a figure in the middle of the darkened room.

The flashlight shook so hard in your hand that it almost fell to the ground as you flipped the switch, illuminating the man in front of you. "Dean!" You gasped, rushing into the room and throwing your arms around him. "But the chainsaw?"

He held on to you tightly, his face pressed tight to your hair. "You saw that?" He asked, his voice muffled.

Pulling back, you nodded. "How did you?"

"Sam had his gun," Dean answered. "One shot and it disappeared. But then Sam fell through a trap hole. It shut before I could get to him. Damn it Y/N, what type of haunted house is this?"

"It's Ruby," you answered before your flashlight started flickering. "She's back, and she's pissed."

"Damn demons," Dean muttered. In your haste to get to Dean, you hadn't taken a good look at the room. The walls were pitch black, vents at the top of the wall. The floor was rubber, a drain in the middle.

"We need to get out of this room," you announced. You began patting the walls, hoping to find some sort of hidden door that would let you out of this room.

It was as if Ruby was waiting for those words. As soon as they left your lips water began pouring through the vents on the walls, immediately soaking both you and Dean.

"What the...," Dean sputtered. He raced over to help you find a way out, water already an inch thick at your feet. "How the hell do we get out of this one?"

You could already feel panicked clawing at your throat, making it hard to breathe. This had always been one of your worst nightmares. Drowning. You could handle being taken out by monsters, or dying in a car crash. But drowning? That had to be the worst way to go. "Dean, I don't want to drown," you cried, clinging to his hand. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll find a way," he assured you, taking charge. He began searching the room, every little nook, and cranny for a way to stop it. You sank down on your knees. The water almost reaching your waist. It was freezing cold, your body already shivering as you blindly reached for the drain you knew was down there somewhere.

Your hand touched the metal drain and you searched for a button or clasp, something that would open it up. You felt a lever on the far side, but you couldn't make it budge. "Dean!" You called out. "I think I have something."

By this time you had to stand up otherwise the water would have been over your head. Dean glanced down at where you were pointing before ducking down under the water. You left him working on the lever while you began banging on the walls, hoping that somehow Sam was out there, and he would find a way out of this wretched room.

"Y/N, I can't get it," Dean sputtered seconds later. The water was no reaching your chest. Dean came over, pulling you in for a hug, his lips freezing against your forehead. "Your lips are blue," He whispered, his eyes frantic as he looked around the room once again. "I have no idea how we're going to get out of this one."

"You're a Winchester," you stuttered. "You always find a way."

He sighed, squeezing your arms softly before looking away. "Yeah, but that's against Monsters. Not a room full of water."

You weren't going to give up that easy. Sure, you were freezing the water was lapping at your chin with no sign of stopping. But you knew there had to be a way out. "Dean, this is against a Monster! Ruby is behind this. If we can only figure out...,"

"I won't give up," he promised, pulling you up for a kiss as you started to tread water. "Just hang on."

With his taller frame, the water had yet to reach his chin while you had to move your legs to stay afloat. Dean continued to move around the room, banging on walls, yelling until his lungs burned. The water kept moving you towards the ceiling, and you stared at it in dismay. It was only another couple of feet until you had nowhere else to go. If the hypothermia didn't take you first. Your fingers and toes felt numb, the freezing water no longer bothering you as much as it had before.

"Dean, I'm scared," you whispered, but he didn't here. He was banging on the ceiling, pushing against the vent to try to stop the water. "I'm so cold."

Only minutes later your head bumped against the ceiling, Dean's head doing the same. You were running out of time, and you both knew it. "Dean, I need to say this...in case..I love you." You felt cliched for saying it, but you needed to have him hear it before....

"Y/N, I love you too," he answered, his smile fleeting. "But we'll get out of this, and we can tell each other then."

He took the blade out of the back of his jeans and began stabbing at the ceiling. Plaster shattered and splashed into the water as Dean worked frantically. You had to tilt your head back to keep your mouth above water, closing your eyes against the plaster raining down. "It's too thick!" Dean exclaimed, splashing water everywhere as he continued to jab at the ceiling. "But maybe we can get a hole big enough to get you out."

"But what about you?" You asked, accidentally taking a big gulp of water, coughing hard. Because you couldn't just leave him behind. Your head ducked underwater for a moment before you came back up, taking the blade from Dean's hand so he could take in some much-needed breaths. You slammed it against the wood with all your might, barely knicking the old beams above you. Dean took over once again, but it was hard to get strength when you were floating in the water.

Your fingers brushed against his as your body slowly gave up the fight against the freezing cold and water. You could feel your body slowly sinking, but you didn't have the strength to stop it. "Y/N!" Dean exclaimed, almost dropping the blade in his haste to reach you. But you shook your head, pointing to the bright light above you.