-Hannah's POV-

I don't know what happened. I just freaked out and then it all went black. Pure and soullessly black. I couldn't even hear the conversations that were going on while I was in the room, and I had no idea where I was or where I was going. It seemed days before my body came to and had enough energy to wake up from whatever happened. My eyes opened to a dimly lit room. Stone ceiling and walls all around me. A giant wooden door just in front of me. There were no windows or any other light source than the one above my bed. I slowly sat up, trying not to over extend myself. I looked down to see the gown I still had on. I still had bruises and cuts. Along with my ankle injury. My side wound looked to be somewhat healed. I knew it was a bad idea, but decided to try and get up to see where I was and if there was a way out. I carefully leaned over the side of the bed and attempted to stand only putting pressure on the foot that was okay to walk on. Then I limped my way to door as carefully as I could. The door opened with no sound and I looked both ways to find two very long hallways. It looked like something from either an insane asylum or a horror movie. I went right and leaned on the wall for support. I limped further down the hall and came upon what looked to be a library. Books fascinated me but I never really read them. I stared at them in awe only to find Dean and Sam sitting at a table two rows away from me. Immediately regretting my decision to wander off I turned to leave, only to bump into a shelf of books right behind me. A few hit the floor and like bullets, Sam and Dean darted in my direction. I obviously couldn't outrun them, so they found me. 

   "Hannah? What are you doing up? Are you okay?" Dean asked worried. 

   "I'm fine. I just wanted to find the exit. Now where is it?" I demanded.

   "Look before you try to go running off again, why don't you tell us some things about you first? Like where you're from? What school you went to? Or what you're parents did for a living?"
 Sam interrogated. 

   "Like any of that is your business" I replied annoyed and in pain. 

   "That's enough from you both. Sammy... let me talk with her alone for a few minutes" Dean offered. 

Sam scoffed and speed walked away. I was glad. I could tell that he didn't like me at all for no reason, and that's why I didn't like him. 

   "Listen Dean I already know what you're gonna say and ask. Don't even bother" I said still very annoyed. 

   "The only thing I'm going to ask is how are you feeling? Do you have any pain?" he asked concerned. 

I looked at him in shock and slowly nodded my head 'yes'.

   "Come sit down and let me get you some pain meds. Are you hungry or thirsty at all?" he offered. 

   "Just some water" I replied and sat at the table he was at a few moments ago. 

He left the room for a minute and I looked at the books he was reading. The book looked very old and the print was quite difficult to read. Before I could actually understand the words, he came back with two pills, a glass of water, and a fruit snack. He gave everything to me and sat in the seat beside me. 

   "What were you reading?" I asked curiously. 

   "Just some old myths and fairy tales" he said. 

   "Portland" I said. 

Dean looked at me confused. 

   "I'm from Portland, Oregon. I was home schooled until my senior year in high school. My mom was a nurse and my dad owned his own pharmacy" I explained. 

   "Why didn't you say all that when Sammy was around?" he asked.

   "No offense but I don't like him. I know he hasn't been very fond of me so I'm giving him a taste of his own medicine" I scoffed leaning back in my chair with both arms folded across my chest. 

   "Would it help if you two talked it out? I've seen it to and I have no idea why he's acting the way he is" he offered. 

I shook my head no and sighed rubbing my throbbing head. Dean then scooted over the two pain pills and water. I smiled and took them and then ate the fruit snack he had brought me also. 

   "That's the first time I've seen you do that" Dean said with a bright expression. 

I looked at him confused and set my wrapper down on the table top.

   "I haven't seen a genuine smile from you since we found you. And I have to say... I like that a lot better than the sorrow and pain I see every time you look at me" he said careful not to hurt my feelings. 

   "It's been awhile since I've smiled or laughed at anything. And I would have to agree that I do like it a lot better" I said with another warm smile. 

One of my hands rested on the table top and that's when Dean placed one of his on top. I panicked but then suddenly calmed down. Sure my heart rate sped up (as well as my breathing), but I really liked how it felt. No matter how much I tried to deny. 

   "I just want you to know that... if you ever want to talk about anything; whether it be about you, me, or anything that comes to your mind... I want you to know that I'm here to listen. I mean that with all my heart" Dean said looking straight into my eyes. 

I didn't know how to respond. Was he really being honest? Could I (for once in my dark life) actually feel like I could trust someone? Then Dean talked a bit more. This time taking both of my hands and holding them like a fragile piece of glass. 

   "Hannah.... I..." he struggled to say. 

The moment was ruined when Sam walked back into the room. But this time he wasn't alone.