Dean poked his head into June's room, seeing her sitting on the bed, hunched over slightly, lost in the depths of her mind. Or so he thought. Muttering under her breath, she was talking to them.

"I can't do this."

You are our saviour.

"I get that but--"

We require your sacrifice.

"Sacrifice?"

"June?" Dean asked, not realising he had interrupted her. She turned to look at him. "You ready?"

She swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded. "I'm ready."

•

June made her way into The Kiln alone, as the others were elsewhere, carrying out their own parts of the plan Sam had devised. Searching the desk for the Enerwin file she had left there, she cursed under her breath. It was nowhere to be seen.

"Looking for something?" A voice said behind her as The Kiln door slammed shut. She shot up, turning to face her oppressor, the doctor she had trusted since day one.

He had a smirk plastered across his face as he held up the file. "So you figured out my secret huh? I must say, you're smarter than I thought, June, but this isn't your handwriting is it?" He began stepping closer to her.

June swallowed, her legs pressed against the cold wood of the desk.

"Who was it? That nerd Sam? Or your new boyfriend? Dean was it?"

"He's not my boyfriend," June stated.

"Oh so quick to correct me," he taunted. "You were always so feisty, June Arber. This is going to be such a waste." He unsheathed a knife and moved closer. June tried to back away but fell back onto the desk, and Dr Maine took the opportunity to hover over her, pressing his knife to her throat.

"What else do you know?!" he shouted, pinning her down.

"N-Nothing! I swear, I know nothing!"

His smirk reappeared and he pulled his knife away slowly. "Well, I think I should tell you, since you won't be seeing those silly friends of yours again."

June rubbed at her throat.

"My father, such a simple and stupid man, had his doubts about me. But he was the crazy one June. Admitting his own son into an asylum? Big mistake. So he was the first, of this lot anyway."

June looked around her for something, anything to protect herself with as he continued.

"They all said I was crazy, June. And they had it coming. It's their fault. Being locked here with a nineteen year old with 'homicidal tendencies'? Second big mistake. They said I'd burn in hell for it. But they were wrong, weren't they? They were the ones who burned."

She stared at him. "You burned them all?"

"Boy, you sure do catch on quick." He rolled his eyes, twirling the knife between his fingers. "Yes, I locked them in here, before burying them all in the walls that you and all these other freaks live in every day." He turned to her. "And now," he smirked. "Now you're going to receive the same fate."

•

Flames, as high as the walls, was all June saw. She was alone, smoke clouding her lungs, fists slamming against the locked door of The Kiln. "Help!" she screamed. "Please!" But it was no use. She was going to die here, alone, all over again.

She coughed, trying to hide away from the flames that surrounded her. She pounded her fists harder against the door, as her energy began to slowly fade. With one hand around her throat in an attempt to soothe the burning, she hoarsely coughed out one last word.

"Dean."