"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I shouted into the darkness for the millionth time. Emma had left me with the mumbo jumbo of a test, and then for me to aimlessly wander the halls of hell. When she first left me, I went into a panic. It was dark. Everywhere. My heart had began to race, and I ran to the nearest light. I had sat down on the surprising cold rocks, pulling my knees close.

I gripped my hair in my hands, beginning to hyperventilate. "Not now," I had pleaded, trying to ward away my panic attack. Tears involuntarily spilled over my eyes. "Keep it together mahogany. Calm down, like Sam said," I told myself. So I stood up, and put one foot in front of the other.

I must've been walking for hours. My perception of time had seemed to be lost, and I tried not to focus on the screams. "Hello? Hello?" I cried out, rolling my eyes.

"Maggie?" I heard someone call out a few yards behind me. Well that was new. "Dean?" I asked, turning around to peer into the darkness. I saw and heard nothing, making my spirit dip down. "Freaking hell..." I muttered, continuing on.

Where was Castiel and his stupid wing lessons when I needed him? Obviously something was wrong since I couldn't poof out of here. Deciding that wandering in the darkness, waiting for the glow of the next torch light wasn't the smartest idea, I followed the cobblestone path until I came to another light. This time I took it off its latch, carrying it beside me like some medieval wannabe.

"Mags!" I heard the same voice. Definitely Dean. "Dean?" I called out, the ebony air swirling my vision. "Red robin..." I joked, my voice a whisper.

My 'yum' never returned, so when I spun back around, I was scared out of my wits. A face was a few inches from mine, so I jumped back. In instinct, I went to throw a punch but my fist was caught midair. "Ow Mahogany, thats a damn good punch," Dean said. Dean. Dean? Dean!

"What's going on, I-" I sputtered, worry flashing my eyes. "What are you doing in hell?" I asked slowly. Dean grabbed my hand, "To rescue you! Now let's go!" He said, dragging me into a run. I skittishly tried to slow down, I don't know about you, but running in the dark was nerve racking. "Where the hell are we going?" I asked, pulling my hand away.

"To the way out," Dean said, taking the light from my hand. It lit up in front of him, to something new. A fork in the road. "That's new," I mumbled, standing beside him. A high pitched screech echoed across the walls, startling me. "They're getting closer..." I muttered, rubbing my arms.

"What do you mean closer?" Dean said, peering down the hall which the scream came from. "They were pretty far away before," I informed him, and he started down the hallway. "Dean? That's the way it came from," I called out after him, reluctantly following. "Exactly," he told me.

We were walking a few minutes until the surroundings turned to snow. Large, viridian trees loomed above me, casting shadows on the egg shell ground. My feet were sunk thick into frosty slush. My breath came out in smoke as my head turned upward to an Alice blue sky, small snowflakes flurrying down.

"What?" I said, frozen in shock. "Come on, let's go," Dean said, trudging ahead as if our scenery just didn't change. "Are you on hell juice or something?" I said in astonishment, waving my arms. "What's the deal?" He turned around to me. I felt my jaw drop, "maybe that we were in hells hallways and now we're even yeti land?" I said, finally feeling the cold.

I must've been preoccupied with the physical impossibility to notice the penetrating cold. "We've always been in the forest, Mahogany," Dean said, raising an eyebrow. I widened my eyes, "no, we were in a rock hallway..." I trailed off. "Mahogany, come on. You're hallucinating. We've always been here," he assured me, and I suspiciously continued on with Dean.

"Why do you keep calling me Mahogany?" I asked, wrinkling my frozen nose. "Well, it's your name isn't it?" He laughed, and I shrugged. "Yeah, just don't wear it out, Dorothy," I mumbled. He glanced towards me, "what'd you call me?" He said, as if my nickname for him had erased his memory. "Nothing..." I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes.

Suspicious, but then again we were in hell's freezer.

We walked for a few more minutes, and I counted each step took. 205. 206. 207. 20-

I was stopped mid thought when a giant mass slammed into my thin figure. I threw a solid punch, sending them off of me. I blinked in confusion at my strength; could it be my powers fully coming back? As soon as the man was getting up, a small gasp escaped my throat. "A demon!" I shouted, looking at him brush snow off his shirt.

The middle aged looking man had beady black eyes, a curling smirk teasing my temper. It flicked a wrist, making Dean fly to the side. But, I quickly advanced forward; pulling out my angel blade. We quickly hand to hand combatted, and I felt a few wounds begin to trickle with blood. With one swift movement, I finally dug the blade into the demons heart.

He gave me a frightened look, but then his eyes turned familiar. It seemed as if the whole body morphed as it fell. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked down to see Sam Winchester with my angel blade in his heart. "No..." I murmured, dropping to my knees.

"This is an illusion... Like the forest," I tried to tell myself. I couldn't have killed Sam. It wasn't Sam! I heard snow crunch behind me, so I tore my gaze from the corpse. Dean loomed above, furrowing his brow as he gazed downward. "Sammy?" His voice cracked as he kneeled beside me.

"Dean I didn't kno-" I tried, throat dry. "You did this?" He croaked, and his soft, glassy green eyes hardened. "You killed my brother?" He gritted his teeth. Warily, I backed away. "No I-" I sputtered, but Dean rose.

I quickly slipped the angel blade out of Sam. "I'm going to kill you, you bitch!" He shouted, lunging at me. Without giving him the chance to land a blow, I dove off, running into the trees. Needles from low hanging branches scratched at my face, but I was numb anyway. Had I just killed my bestfriend? Had I just murdered Sam?

My breath became labored, and the familiar tight feeling in my chest returned. "No..." I groaned. A panic attack! Really? And this time, my mind thought, you don't have your little therapist to calm you down. "Shut up!" I shouted out loud, clutching my hand.

You little shit, you just killed him.

"No!" I screamed, frantically looking around. I panted like a dog, stumbling through the frost bitten air. "Cas!" I cried out. "Please Castiel! I'm praying! I-" I sobbed out. This only made it worse. This brought back memories of peeling paint and unanswered prayers. Lonely nights when I prayed to my father to come back; to come back because it was my 4th birthday. To come back because I was finally in elementary school. To come back because mom was crying about the bills. To come back because I was officially a teenager. I always hoped he would answer, but knew he wouldn't. Not because he couldn't.

Four years ago I prayed to Michael on a serious matter. Luke was worrying me, he's gone off to find lucifer.

And I didn't hear a single flutter back. That was the last time I prayed to any angel.

While stumbling through the trees, I and across a large cave opening, seeking shelter inside.

In my saddening memory, my feet hit a sharp ledge, causing my body to tumbled forwards.

Shoulders scraped against pointy edges as my body rolled down a 45 degree angle. Even after I had stopped at the basin of the cave, multiple echoes reverberated the sounds of my fall. My eyes opened slowly and painfully, like when you're a kid and you're scared to take off a bandaid.

The mud colored ceiling had ghostly waves swirling above. With a deep breath, I sat up, to look out into the basin. An underground quarry dazzled my eyes. Gray waters with turquoise streaks slowly bobbed in small waves. The cave lake seemed to go on for many yards, and the hard rock floors slowly turned into grainy sand at the coast line. Light dripped through hidden cracks, letting me see my way to the water.

My teeth grated against eachother as I washed my wounds.

Once everything was semi clean, I rode to my full height. Something wasn't right. That thing I killed, it couldn't have been Sam, could it? Was I just trying to convince myself I hadn't murdered my bestfriend?

I jumped in surprise as a small Boulder tumbled down from my left. I suspected it to just be rocks settling, but as soon as I turned around I realized how wrong I was.

Dean stood stiff at the opening, clutching a small blade. I hesitated, has he calmed down?

"Dean?" I said, bravely calling out. "I trusted you, Maggie," He croaked. I felt guilt over ride me. "Was it- was it really Sam?" I asked, still looking at his silhouette.

A long paused ensued, and it was worse than any words.

"Yes," he said as my heart plummeted. I was wrong; there was something worse. His body leaped through the air, skidding a few feet in front of me. I thought quick, and dashed towards the water.

I grew up swimming. I could doggy paddle before I could walk. If I were to outrun him-

My mind was stopped short just as a blade pierced my calf. Dean, who was quickly getting up a few feet away, had thrown the dagger straight into my leg. My body dropped like a sack, half in the water. He was quickly grabbing my feet, pulling my out. My hands swiped my angel blade from my jacket, and in a blind attempt, I swung backwards.

I knew I missed, but my feet dropped. My elbows stung from my fast crawl into the silver lake, and this time, I made it in. But as fate would have it, Dean dove in after me.

Grabbing me by my bad leg, he pulled me under, before wrapping large fingers around my neck. Water filled my mouth as I fought against his grip. My angel blade had fallen to the bottom of the floor in the struggle, my fingers inches away. Deans green eyes were squinted underwater, but he caught my movements. Lifting me out, my lungs took in a sharp breath, until I was slammed down into the shallows.

In a futile attempt, I slid from underneath him, finally grasping the blade to only have it knocked out onto the shoreline once again.

Are you freaking kidding me?

I felt a crack in my shoulders as they slammed against the rough surface. Dean was on top of me, and I knew I wasn't getting out of this one. "Dean please!" I rasped, "you're like family to me!" I called out, just as memories of our past 2 months flew before my eyes. Though it may not have seemed long, when you're constantly saving eachothers asses, you get close.

Dean wrapped hands around my throat once more. "You killed my only family," he hissed, as I choked. This was it. I was going to die by one the people I trusted the most. My body was going to rot in some cave, which happens to be in a snowy forest, which is somehow in hell.

Green and red spots painted deans face as they flew around my vision. I shifted uncomfortably as I fought back, suddenly feeling a hard bump next to my hip.

Through my opened mouth gasps, my brain clicked in. My angel blade was still a foot away. My hands let go of Dean as they desperately searched for the small knife which had been pulled out of my leg.

The cold wooden handle fit my palm, and if I wasn't at a loss for air, I would've cried. But just like I was taught my entire life, it was kill or be killed.

So I lifted my arm and plunged the small dagger into Dean's heart.

A/N

UNMMMMMMMMM. WHATT??? Hahaha I'm evil.
So Dean tried to kill Maggie.... So she stabbed him. Deep man. On a more lighthearted tone, I see we've collected some diverse shippers. I've got some Caggies, I've got some Dahogany's, and I've got Sahogany too.

What team are you on?

Now for the opinion question, PLEASS ANSWER!!

Out of the 4 of them, which location best represents their character?

The dark cafe?

The screaming cobblestone halls?

The white forest stained with blood?

Or the gray water cave?

PLS COMMENT AND VOTE!

-:)