Sitting in the back next to Cas, you were almost giddy with excitement. Sure, you had just gone through a horrible time with that creepy baby, but you had finally received some good news. The torment was almost over, and soon you would be free of those kids and that evil book. Free to finally have a relationship with Dean.

"You seem happy," Cas spoke up finally, smiling over at you.

"That's because this is almost over! You found the kids, and we'll get rid of the book, and we can go back to our normal lives."

"Y/N, I don't think it will be that simple," Cas answered. "That book is very powerful, and why would it be warded against Angels? I think the worst is yet to come."

"Dude, Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "A little positive outlook, okay?"

"I was just telling the truth. We all want this to be done, but it's going to be hard."

"It's alright Cas, I know that. I'm just excited that we finally have a lead," you mumbled, even though your good mood had vanished. "I'm just ready for the day this book isn't hanging over our heads anymore!"

"We're about an hour outside of...," Dean started. "Wait, where are we? This isn't the road we were just on."

"What do you mean?" You asked as Sam woke up.

"You weren't paying attention, were you? We were on a four-lane road back there. This is only two! And it's heading right into a creepy looking forest!"

"The book must have realized we were close. Trapping us in another story, trying to keep us off of its trail," Sam said in the middle of his yawn. "I wonder what we're facing this time."

"At least all four of us are together," you piped up. "And with an Angel maybe it won't be as bad. I mean, anything can't be as freaky as that baby."

"I have to agree with Y/N. That baby was freaking," Dean said, just as a small town came into view. With huge forests surround it, the town seemed secluded and antique. The buildings were all old fashioned, and Dean's Impala had to be one of the newest cars on the street.

"What is this place?" You asked, staring at the women wearing sundresses, while the men were dressed in suits.

"It's called Burkesville," Sam read the sign as Dean slowed the Impala down. Coasting down main street, you could see the banners and sashes proclaiming the Annual Lottery Festival.

"A Lottery Festival? I wonder what that is?" You asked as Dean came to the end of the street. Nothing but trees in front of you.

"I really don't want to find out," Dean grumbled, turning the Impala around, heading back the way you had come. "Let's get out of here, and find that highway again.

But as you came to the only way out of town, big wooden barricades were placed on the road, stopping anyone from entering, or anyone from leaving.

A man in his thirties, wearing a grey tweed suit and a black hat came walking over, leaning down to talk to Dean. "I don't think we've seen you around here before."

"We're lost," Dean spoke quickly. "We need to get back on the road as quick as we can. We have people waiting for us to arrive. Tonight."

"I'm sorry, but nobody's going anywhere tonight. It's Festival time! The whole city shuts down. It's a pretty big affair."

"Where's a hotel?" Dean grumbled, even though you could see him trying to figure out a way around the barricades. But he didn't want to cause a scene."

"We have a nice little homey place right there. Tell them Paul sent ya," he told Dean, pointing to the right of him. "Get settled in, and then come to Main Street. And it isn't really an invitation, it's a must. If you don't show, the Sheriff will be more than willing to guide you there himself."

"Oh, we'll be there alright," Dean assured the man before pulling away. Driving the short distance to the hotel, he turned to face you.

"I don't like this place," he said what you were all thinking. "Cas, can you move those barricades?"

"I can try. I'll need to get close though."

Vanishing from the car, you watched as he reappeared next to the barricades. His face full of concentration, seconds ticked by, but nothing happened. Before you knew it he was back beside you. "They are warded. Powerfully so. No one is leaving until those are removed."

"What is going on with this place? And what's so important about that Festival?" Sam asked as you all climbed out of the car.

"Let's get ourselves a room, and see what we can pull up on the internet," Dean suggested.

It was only moments later that the four of you were crammed into a small room, the only one the place had left. With a pull out couch and two doubles, it was more than enough room. You just hoped that you wouldn't have to stay there very long.

Sam pulled out his laptop, frowning when he attempted to connect to the internet. "There's no internet here. Nothing."

Checking your phone, you could feel your heart beat growing faster. "No cell reception either. I'm really not liking this!"

Just then an alarm sounded through the town, much like an air raid from the wars. "I guess it's time," Cas said, peering out the window. "I've never been to a festival before. I wonder what it's going to be like."

"Well, if the blocked road and the siren are any indications, I don't think it's going to be very good," Dean said, tucking his gun into his jeans as Sam followed suit.

Once all of you were as full of weapons as you could be, you began the trek up to Main Street. Joining the throngs of people dressed fancier than you, excited mumbling feeling the air.

At the beginning of the street were tables where people were being searched. Items like cell phones and pocket knives were being left behind, and you turned quickly to Dean. "Dean, we're going to get caught!"

"What the hell is going on?" He asked.

"Let's hide them here, that way they're closer than the Impala," Sam suggested, nodding to a couple of old boxes forgotten in the alley.

"I don't like this," Dean muttered, leaving behind his special gun before you once again joined the crowds. After the quick pat down, you were given a white slip of paper, forced to write down your name before it was dropped into an old metal bowl.

Once clear of the entry area, you saw that it really looked like a festival. Booths were set up on both sides of the street, filled with food and items for sale. Dancing was held at the far end, along with tables and a microphone.

"What do we do now?" You asked as Dean wrapped his arm around you.

"We join in and keep an eye out for anything strange."

Sam and Cas stayed off to one side of the street, their eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. You stayed with Dean, chuckling when he bought both of you a pie on a stick. "This has to be the best invention ever!" He exclaimed before taking a huge bite.

"You amaze me," you told him. "How you can be so excited about something like pie on a stick while we're facing another stupid hunt."

"You got to enjoy the little things," he answered. "Like having a pie on a stick, and you by my side."

Smiling up at him, you were distracted by a bell ringing by the dance floor. "Gather around!" A pepper haired man exclaimed into the microphone. People complied, and soon a huge gathering crowded the dance floor, some still sitting at tables.

"Tonight we honor the tradition past down for hundreds of years!" He started as the crowds grew quieter and more sullen. It was weird, how suddenly everyone seemed so nervous, and you glanced up at Dean in alarm. "We honor this tradition with this Festival. Because in times of sadness, there need to be thoughts of better times as well."

People stayed quiet, and you could see Mother's pulling their kids tight to them, husband's holding their wives close. Looks of horror and trepidation filling ever face.

"As you, all know, or most of you. We have a tradition. This village stays safe. Stays out of harm's way, year after year. Because we appease the Gods who gave it to us!"

"Oh shit," Dean muttered as Cas and Sam pushed their way to stand behind you.

"Every year we put all of our names into this bowl. It doesn't matter how influential you are. If you're new in town, or if you're a Mother or a Father. We're all the same in this bowl, a name. A sacrifice to appease the Gods."

"Dean, what are we going to do?" Sam asked, whispering between the two of you.

"I have no idea," Dean answered as the Mayor reached in, pulling out a little white piece of paper.

"I don't know whose name I've pulled out. But whoever it might belong to, know this. That you are doing this for the good of all the people that you see here. That you will be moving on to bigger, better things!"

Your heart beating furiously, you watched as he slowly opened the folded white paper, almost coming to a stop as he read the name. "Dean Winchester!" He called out, all of you freezing in horror. "Dean, don't be shy!! I think you're one of our visitors, but you'll be revered just as much as anyone else!"

Before Dean could even move, a couple of big burly men came racing through, grasping his arms and pulling him to the front of the crowd. "The Gods will definitely be happy with this strong specimen!" The Mayor called out as the rest of the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

You stood there, frozen by fear as they tied Dean to a post. Other men began passing out rocks to the crowd. Huge, heavy rocks that were meant to be thrown at Dean. Turning quickly, you saw that Cas was gone. "Sam, what are we going to do?"

"Cas went to get our guns," Sam whispered. "We'll get Dean off of there, and try to figure a way out of this town!"

Just then you could hear the trees rustling loudly behind Dean, the crowd taking a step back. "Cas needs to hurry," you muttered, as a couple of huge, dark dogs came growling out of the trees, their eyes glowing red.

"Oh ancient ones, we have your sacrifice!" The Mayor called out, and the crowds pulled their arms back, ready to throw the rocks at Dean.

"Zach, what are you doing?" Sophia asked, waking up to see her brother standing next to her bed, the evil book in his hands. His eyes almost glowed in the dark, his smile creepy.

"I've been reading, but the book says it needs you too," he spoke up, turning on her bedside light.

"Zach, it's just a book! It can't talk to you!" She tried to tell him, but he reached out, grasping her neck and squeezing tight.

"Don't you dare say that! This isn't just a book and you know that. This book is magical, and if we finish it, it promises to take care of us for the rest of our life!"

He released her then, and she took deep gulping breaths. Zach began reading, about an old town, hellhounds and a lottery that picked someone to be a sacrifice. It all sounded scary to her, but nothing was as scary as the life she was currently living.

"I've got the guns, but they won't work on those hellhounds," Cas said, appearing right behind you as the Mayor began the countdown, the hounds growling low.

"Hellhounds? But we can't see hellhounds without our special glasses!" Sam argued.

"That's what they are! Now, how are we going to stop this?" Cas asked, handing you a gun as the Mayor got dangerously close to one.

"The only way I can think of," you told him. Aiming the gun, you pulled the trigger, hitting your target easily. The mayor stopped counting, glancing down at his chest in shock. You had just knicked him on the shoulder, enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. But it had done its job, stopping the counting, and Dean was free, for a moment at least.

"No!" The crowd cried, a couple of men throwing their stones anyways, and you watched in horror as they collided with Dean, hitting him in the chest, one brushing across his temple.

"No!" You screamed, trying to push your way through, trying to get to Dean before they did any more damage.

"You must stop this!" Cas screamed, standing in front of Dean, his hands out, turning all the rocks to ash. "These aren't Gods! They are the pets of Demons. You have been tricked all this time!"

"But it's the only thing we've ever known," the Mayor answered. "Every year we give a sacrifice. Every year that means they won't kill us. But if we don't give them this man, what will happen to us?"

By this time you had reached Dean, and you quickly untied him, wincing at the bruises already covering him. "Cas, go get the special knives from the Impala while we stall!"

Cas vanished, much to the crowd's amazement. "That is an Angel. Would an Angel steer you wrong?" You asked, ignoring the sarcastic laugh Dean let out as Sam came to stand beside you, letting Dean lean against him. "Those are evil, and they have been controlling you for too long! It needs to stop!"

Just then the hell hounds came snarling up to you, snapping their jaws, drooling a foul, sulferish scent. Cas reappeared, tossing you a knife, keeping one for himself. With Sam keeping Dean behind you, you faced off with the hellhound as Cas did the same.

It jumped you, knocking you off your feet, but giving you an advantage as you drove the knife deep into its belly. Screaming loudly, it fell limp on top of you as Cas fought off the other one, killing it instantly. "You're free!" You exclaimed. "Free to live, to leave. Whatever you choose! But don't get sucked into something like this again!"

With those parting words, you led the way as Sam pulled Dean with him, back to the Impala. Cas went in, grabbing your belongings while Sam laid Dean in the back seat. "I would heal him, but the frequent trips have drained me," Cas explained.

"I think he'll be okay. Sore, but okay," you answered, taking out the first aid kit, washing away the blood on his face. Dean had passed out as soon as he was in the car, and you knew that was a good thing. It gave you a chance to clean him up, and a chance for Sam to get you as far away from this place as possible. Hopefully towards where the book was before you had to go through another crazy situation.