A dog barks as you, Sam, and Dean pass. Dean grabs the Mystery Spot flyer from Sam's hands.

"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet." Dean chuckles at his own joke. "Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex—" Sam explains. "Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean asks, unconvinced.

"Well sometimes these places are legit." You butt in. "All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?" Dean asks, rolling his eyes. "Well—" Sam starts. Dean collides with a blonde girl, who is carrying a stack of papers. "Excuse me." She mutters. Dean nods as she passes and turns to look at her.

You huff and continue speaking, getting Dean's attention back onto you and your lore. "The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where." You say, a little too animated for your brothers' tastes.

"Sounds a little X-Files to me." Dean deadpans. You huff and look around at what all you pass. Two movers are trying to get a desk in a door as we walk past them.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." One said. "What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other responded sharply.

"All right, look, we're not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." Sam says, sticking up for you. "All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean relents. You nod, smiling widely.

~••~

That night, we load up in the Impala and head to the Mystery Spot. We open the entrance and receive neon green walls with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. Sam closes the door behind you. You move up the hallway, Sam pulling out the EMF reader. Dean shines the flashlight around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling. "Wow. Uncanny." Dean says sarcastically.

Sam examines another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, this one at an angle to the floor. You move on to the next room.

"Find anything?" Dean calls. "No." You answer, holding the unresponsive EMF meter. "You have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean asks, making Sam look at you. "Uh ... yeah." You lie unconvincingly. Dean raises his eyebrows skeptically. "No." You sigh. Dean shakes his head, shining his flashlight around other parts of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?"
A voice rings out, making you jump nearly two feet in the air. You spin around to be met face to face with a shotgun. Sam turns to look, while Dean points his flashlight and handgun at the voice. Seeing who the gun is pointing at, Dean points his gun elsewhere.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain." Dean says, stepping in front of you slightly. The man points the gun at Dean.

"You robbing me?" He shouts. "Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down." Sam says, making the man point his gun at Sam.

"Woah!" Dean says, being the stupid, overprotective brother that he is. The man points the gun back at Dean. "Don't move!" He yells. Dean lowers his gun towards the ground, moving to stand in front of you a little more. "Just putting the gun down." Dean says gently.

The words fall on deaf ears as the man fires. Dean in knocked back on top of you. "Dean! Y/N!" Sam yells. You're frozen. You can't move your eldest brother off of you. You can't yell his name. You hear Sam running towards you. You can feel Dean's blood seeping through his clothes and onto yours. You can feel him struggling to breathe.

Dean is lifted off of you and onto Sam's lap. You sit up immediately and look down at Dean. That's when the sobs escape.

"Hey!" Sam yells, looking away from you and Dean and to the man. "Call nine-one-one!" He orders. The tears won't stop coming as Dean tries to grab onto your jacket.

"I—I didn't mean to—" The man says, staring down at his hands. "Now!" Sam yells. The man leaves, letting Sam look down at Dean.

"Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no ... not like this..." Sam says. You're not even able to make out a sound other than sobs, let alone talk to him. Dean goes still, his eyes rolling back into his head and closing. You watch, devastated.

"Dean!"