Cookie: I left many of you wondering..."where is Angela!?" Well...reading the last chapter did any of you notice that someone else in the group was missing? Dean...

Pic is of Angela...who is not her usual glamorous self after she's been through. lol

Song is called "Run" by Snow Patrol. You've got to listen to it...its so beautiful. *sighs* I'll dedicate it to Angela...from Dean. :)

By the way the title of the chapter came from the song itself.

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(Angelas POV)

It was cold.

I felt my body shiver as I stumbled over nothing, catching myself with a steel pipe. The rust grinded against my hand as I pulled myself up.

How long has it been like this? Walking blindly, aimlessly?

I closed my eyes, trying to even out my breathing.

How did I get myself into this mess? Oh yeah, I had been stupid enough to follow Fay into the woods and look how that turned out.
Kidnapped, beaten and shot at by a janitor from hell. Yeah, a story worthy of telling my future grandkids.

Something fury and slimmy brushed against my ankle. My eyes popped open, a small scream escaping from my lips. I heard something, tiny foot steps scatter ahead of me. Two glowing eyes stared at me from the shadows.

It took everything I had not to turn around and run screaming.

Calm down, Angela, I told myself. Calm...it's nothing. Just a rat. A large hairy slimmy rat. Yup. That's all.

I bit my lips and winched. God I hurt. Everything hurt! My face, my body...if I ever got out of this hell hole alive, I'll make sure that the janitor will get what's coming to him. I'll make sure that he'll rot in a jail cell for the rest of his miserable life.

I looked around. IF, I ever got out of here alive. No matter how far I walked, it seemed like I was walking in an endless tunnel. The panic feeling of claustrophobia was creeping in, making it hard to breath.

"Breath," I whispered, closing my eyes again, "breath."

Will I ever get out of here? How long before they found my body?

"Stop that," I snapped at myself. I should think postive, yet being alone and helpless in the dark with only dim lights to guide me made me afraid. Would anyone cry for me? Would my father care?

I found myself sinking on to the damp ground, tired beyond reason. If no one found me, I was going to die.

I was bleeding.

I had tried to ignore it until now. The pain from my right side but with all my moving around, it had become too painful to ignore. I clamped a hand over it and I could feel the warm sticky feeling of blood oozing out. When the janitor had started shooting his wild shots, I had gotten it. The bullet must have went straight thru me and now I was bleeding to death.

Unwillingly, my body started to shake.

Oh god. I didn't want to die. Not like this. Not now. Not in a place like this with no one to hold me, no one to care.

I heard a noise, a pathetic choking noise. It took me a second to realize that the pathetic noise was coming from me. Sobs escaped my lips, rocking my body with tremors. Hot treacherous tears streamed down my face.

Oh god, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop crying. I had to be stronger than this! Angela Becker is a strong independent woman. But look at me now. I was useless. Weak. The old Angela. The Angela who had let anything get to her, to hurt her, to use her. I didn't want to be that Angela. The one who craved her father's affection and cried to sleep at night because he would never give it.

It was the craziest thing, hardly relavent but for some reason, Dean's face swam in my mind. Why of all people, would I be thinking of my rivals little brother? Something must be wrong with me.

I should be thinking of Jason. The boy I had loved even though he broke my heart. But instead, It was Dean's face I was seeing. Why? Why was that?

I leaned against the pipes as another sob rocked my body. Stupid Dean...with his stupid expressionless face and his stupid everything is a drag attitude. If I died, that means I'll never see him again. I'll never hear him tease me, feel him pat my head like he always did.

An ache, strong and painful squeezed my chest at the thought. Why? Why was the thought of never being able to see him again painful? I shouldn't be feeling this way. I shouldn't care.

And I didn't want to die.

"Dean," I whispered, crying harder. "Dean...help me."

(Dean's POV)

"They're down there," I told the others gravely and watched as their faces paled. There was no mistake about it. It was a gun shot that we had heard.

"Shit," Austen cursed.

"This man hole is sealed in," Jason shook his head. "There's got to be another one around here."

We watched as Austen struggled to open it. He cursed again and slammed his fist against it when the top didn't budge.

"Aussie," Amber whimpered, "don't do that, you'l hurt yourself."

But Austen didn't listen to her. With a final frustrated slam, he stood and stalked passed her. Probably looking for another way in. I stood silently and still, watching them follow him.

I observed Austen. His tense reaction. I knew he was thinking of my sister. Wondering if that gun shot was meant for her, if she was alive. I was pondering on the same thing. But for some reason, like I knew where her kidnappers had taken her, I knew that she was okay. For now.

I took a step forward, prepared to follow the otheres when a sense of dread washed over me. I staggered and quickly balanced myself. I suddenly felt uneasy. Like something was wrong.

I looked around me, frowning. Something was wrong.

"Dean..."

I stiffened.

Angela.

Angela...she was hurt.

I didn't have time to think. I ran, jogging in a different direction from the rest. All I could think about was Angela. She was afraid, deathly afraid and wounded. I knew it. I could feel it.

She needed me.

I skidded to a holt in front of a gapping hole on the ground behind the school building. I didn't hesitate. I went in, climbing down a man made ladder. It was like someone had made it to make it easier for them to get underground. Probably made by the people who took Fay and Angela.

I dropped down, jumping off the ladder and looked around. It wasn't completely dark but dim. Fortunatly there was light enough to see.

"Help me..."

Angela's broken voice. She was crying. I sensed it, felt her fear, her helplessness.

I took off into a dead run, letting my feet carry me to her. I shouldn't have known her exact location, but whatever that was in me that let me know things lead me to her. I stopped when I spotted a figure huddled on the ground, rocking back and forth.

I sighed, releaved. I have found her.

Slowly, so that I wouldn't frighten her even more, I took a step forward. "Angie."

Angela stopped rocking back and forth, stiffening.

I took several steps forward until I was standing before her. Kneeling, I reached out and patted her head as gently as I could. "Angie. It's okay now, I'm here."

She raised her head up slowly, eyes wide and raw with tears.


"D...Dean?"

"Hello."

She blinked at me. "Oh great, now I'm hallucinating."

I took her face between my hands, forcing her to look at me. "I'm not a hallucination, Ange."

"But..." her voice cracked, "why are you here? How did you find me?"

I brushed my lips against her forhead tenderly. "Silly girl. Didn't I tell you? Fate gave you to me. I'll always find you."

(Angela's POV)

I stared at him.

Dean...it was Dean. Either I was going crazy and hallucinating or he was really kneeling here before me.

"It's all right now," he whispered to me, voice soothing and gentle. "Everythings okay."

My eyes began to burn again. Damn it! I had just stopped crying and now I was about to start bawling again! I didn't want to cry any more!

"It's okay to cry, Ange," Dean brushed a thumb under my eyes, "you don't have to act strong with me."

"Damn you," I hissed at him. "Why do this always happen? Every time we meet, It's always at my weakest point. Am I cursed or something?"

Dean chuckled. "No."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "How can you be here right now? How could you know that I needed you..."

"You called me."

I blinked. "What?"

"I heard you," he shurgged. "You were calling for me."

"Was not," I lied.

"Of course not," he agreed, probably trying to calm me down.

This was so freaking weird! Dean was weird...yet...

"You're hurt," he stated. "Can you stand?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

He stood and reached out a hand. "Don't worry, Angie. I'm here with you now. I won't leave you."

I stared at his hand. He wont leave me? I took his hand.

I believed him.

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