"Dean," Lana said softly as she shook him awake.
Dean's eyes fluttered opened and looked up at Lana's face. The blood on her forehead was now dried and clumped. Dean sat up and looked at the plate of food next to him.
"Think it's safe?" Lana asked.
"Yeah. Demons don't really have a record of poisoning their hostages."
Lana eyed the two bowls of soup suspiciously as she toyed with the wrapper of one of the water bottles.
"Have you eaten since you got here?"
She shook her head. "Going on day three now."
Dean took the bowl into his hands. "You should." He took a sip from the bowl.
"I'm going to wait for Hayley." Lana took off the top of the water bottle and gulped down the liquid.
Dean wanted to remind her that they didn't know how long Hayley would be upstairs, but he used his better judgment and remained silent.
Moments later, the two heard the basement door open and close. A set of feet was heard walking down the steps. Lana stayed put, assuming it was Leroy bringing something else to them. She didn't have the energy to fight or argue.
Hayley emerged from the shadows and looked at Dean and Hayley.
"Hayley!" Lana all but yelled as she stumbled to her feet and rushed to her sister. Lana held Hayley in her arms. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" She asked as she pulled her sister arm's length away so that she could look her over.
"No, they didn't touch me."
Lana looked her over and when she didn't see a scratch on her, just the infected bite, she nodded. "What happened?"
"They just asked me questions."
Lana wanted to know what kind, but she was weary for Dean to hear the answers, so she just smiled and brought her sister back into her arms. "I'm so sorry they took you."
Hayley held onto her sister. "We need to get out of here… and fast."
Dean was now to his feet. "I'll think of something."
Lana, ignoring Dean, ushered Hayley to the soup. "Sit, eat."
Hayley sat down with her legs crossed and did as Lana had asked. "What about you?"
"I already ate," she lied.
Lana and Dean exchanged looks, but Dean didn't say anything.
Hayley barely had time to finish her soup before Marcus and Leroy made their presence known again. "Apparently, the young one is too valuable to hurt, Marcus," Leroy said to Marcus, pretending as if Dean and the two sisters weren't there.
Marcus shrugged. "I could still have fun with her." Marcus looked at Lana. "Would you like that?"
"Bite me," Lana said, her eyes narrowed and chin down.
"You better calm down, little girl."
"Or what?" Lana asked. "Big bad monster going to beat up little ole' me?"
Dean realized that she was taunting them, but he couldn't figure out why.
Marcus stepped closer.
"What? Both of you don't want a taste of this? Who knows, I may like it."
Leroy grinned and he too stepped forward.
"Got ya, assholes," Lana smiled victoriously.
Until then, neither the demons nor Dean had noticed the devil's trap that was lightly painted with what looked like blood on the floor. She must have done it while Dean was sleeping.
They let out a string of curse, only which made Lana's smile grow more. She grabbed her sister's arm. "We need to get out of here." She looked at Dean. "You coming?"
"Yeah," he answered. He took the lead going up the stairs. "How many more are there?" He asked.
"We've seen at least five more," Lana answered. "I think they work in shifts, though."
"And their boss… are you sure it's Camio?"
"Yes," Lana answered.
Lana turned around to look at Hayley. She grabbed Dean's arm to get his attention. "She isn't going to be conscious much longer. That bite on her arm is infected."
Dean nodded. "We'll get her out of here."
Lana held onto Hayley, grabbing her by her waist as they shuffled through the hallway. Dean stopped and held his arm out, motioning for them to do the same. He put his fingers to his lips. Lana nodded.
Dean looked in the doorway to see, what he presumed was two other demons. They were sitting down at a table reading a newspaper. Dean quickly stepped past the doorway and stood still for a second, ensuring if they did happen to hear him, they wouldn't catch Lana or Hayley walking past the doorway.
Lana followed Dean's lead and popped her head in the doorway. The demons were still clueless. She moved Hayley in front of her and passed the seventeen-year-old girl off to Dean. Dean took her in his arms and made sure she was steady before he propped her against the wall.
Lana waited for Dean's signal for her to pass by the doorway. Once all three of them were on the other side of it, Lana started to feel relieved. They were actually going to get out of this alive. Dean was still holding Hayley up, mainly because Lana couldn't muster up enough strength to carry her through the house quietly.
Dean looked outside the window next to the front door. He nodded, signaling that they were in the clear. None of them knew where they were, but all they had to do was get out of the house and hide in the darkness to be free.
Dean noticed that Hayley was now keeping herself up. This made him comfortable enough to open the door. Lana looked behind them as Dean steps outside, planting his right foot firmly on the front porch. He looks back at her, to whom she nods in response- still all clear.
The moment Lana turns her body preparing to step down onto the porch, she feels her hair being pulled and she is jerked down onto the ground. A whimper escapes her lips, causing Dean to turn around.
A few feet from Dean, a man with blackened eyes is standing over Lana. Lana tries to lift her head, but one of his feet is purposely stationed on her hair. She grabs his foot in attempt to push him off.
Dean grabs the coat rack next to the door and charges the demon. The moment the man's foot is knocked away from her, Lana struggles to her feet to retrieve the iron fire poker propped against the fireplace.
Dean has the demon pinned against the wall, using the coatrack to secure him. The coatrack is planted firmly against the demon's neck, Dean pushing harder with every second.
Lana moves quickly to the demon and doesn't hesitate to plunge the fire poke into one of its eye sockets. The sudden movement and lack of nutrients over the past few days make Lana stumble to her side. Dean drops the coatrack and catches her. She looks up at him and nods an apology. Without saying a word, he helps her to her feet.
"Guys," Hayley whispers from the doorway.
Dean retrieves the fire poke from the demon's eye socket. "Let's move."
The three hurried out the door and through the yard.
Hayley could fill the thorns cut through her thin knee length dress. The complete darkness surrounded them in this moonless evening.
"Which way?" Dean asked as they pushed their way through the woods.
Lana shrugged, even though she knew Dean wouldn't be able to see her gesture. She could barely think of anything with the immense pain she feels creeping throughout her chest. Mustering up enough strength to say I don't know didn't seem worth it to her. Her breath has become haggard and she begins to see darkness spreading from the corner of her eyes. She stops suddenly and falls into a tree.
"Lana!" Hayley whispers huskily. "Lana, we have to keep going."
Lana gripped the back of her head and pulled her hand away. Even in the darkness, Dean could see the blood that now covered her palm. She must have slammed her head harder against the floor than he had thought. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would black out.
"Go," she urges them. "I'll be right behind you."
Hayley shook her head. "Just walk."
Lana's eyes grew heavy as she fought off the feeling to vomit. "I can't go fast enough. You go." Her back slides down the tree as her knees give out.
Dean kneeled down beside her and gently slapped the side of her face. "Stay with us."
Lana allowed her eyes to close. She convinced herself that it would only be for a brief moment, just until the fuzziness went away. Not eating for three days with barely any water was finally taking its toll on her, and at the worst possible time. She knew couldn't win this battle, so instead of fighting any longer, she surrounded to the darkness.
Dean grabbed her limp body and threw her over his shoulder. He handed Hayley the fire poke. "I'm going to need you to run. Can you do that?"
She nodded.
