Another mission gone wrong. Or, correction, Sam and Dean found themselves seperated, somewhere in a never-ending, maze of a forest while searching for a witch. Sorceress. Whatever the hell she was.

They had enough leads to believe the witch was hidden in that forest, but again, it was enormous and confusing. If Dean even found Sam, he would be lucky.

Nevertheless, Dean kept walking. Carefully making his way through the short and green grass, colorful flowers and golden light illuminating them.

He stopped counting minutes, and just when he was about to shout for his brother in despair, he heard a noise coming from the trees.

The dangerous kind of noise. And his instincts were right, because next thing he knew, a beast of some kind lunged towards him.

A witch's doing, no doubt.

And Dean found himself running again, running towards where his feet wanted to take him. He knew better than to try to defeat the thing by himself—it would be a painful death.

He noticed his gun slip away and fall on the ground, but the beast was too close for him to turn back. He hid behind a wall of leaves and plants, and standing in front of him, was a tall, stunning tower.

Dean wasted no time before climbing it, figuring it was the perfect way to escape the magic. He didn't know what he was expecting once he was inside, but he barely managed to set two feet on the ground before he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and everything went black.

When he woke up, hazy and confused, he found himself tied to a chair. Something strong and thick held him stuck, and it wasn't rope.

"What-" he mumbled, raising his head in alert, tugging at the strands. "Is that... hair?"