DISCLAIMER

House of Wax belongs to Warner Brothers and Dark Castle Entertain and Supernatural belongs to the CW and Eric Kripke. Both series slightly AU.

"Car--" Sam covered Nick's mouth.

"It wasn't her," he assured. Another shot rang out, hitting the wax usher. Carly sat in her seat, tightly clutching the knife that Wade had given her. She had nearly given herself away when that first shot had rung out. When the second shot came, she forced herself to stare at the knife. Then her brows furrowed in confusion. The initial on the knife were S.W. Who was S.W.? Trying to clear her thoughts, she risked looking out of the corner of her eye to see where Bo was. Her eyes widened.

"NICK!" she screamed. Hearing the scream, Nick and Sam turned around. With speed Nick hadn't realized was possible from his friend, Sam raised the rifle and let out a shot. Bo grunted and fell against the wall, clutching his leg.

"GO! I'LL COVER YOU!" Sam bellowed. Nick dashed over to Carly, and they ran out of the theater as Sam continued firing. Once in the man's shooting hand, and once in the other leg. Bo groaned and tried to stand, but to no avail. Sam leveled the gun and fired another shot. The man's eyes widened in shock as the bullet lodged itself into his heart. Then, the hunter hurried out of the theater. As Nick and Carly ran down the street, they tried to ignore the firing they heard from in the theater. Finally, Carly couldn't take it anymore.

"Nick, we can't just leave him!" she cried.

"Carly, we have to keep going," Nick stated.

"No, Nick! He saved our lives! We can't just--"

"Look!" At her brother's interruption, Carly turned around to see her boyfriend coming out of the theater.

"WADE!" Carly shouted in relief as she and her brother ran to him.

"Where's--"

"Dead." Nick almost shuddered at the cold look in Wade's--no Sam's--eyes. They continued on.

"What about the other one? We still have to take care of him, right?" Carly queried.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Sam answered. "You guys get out of here and call the cops," he continued.

"No way, Sam. We're not leaving you," Nick objected.

"'Sam'. Is that what the 'S' on the knife stands for?" Carly demanded, showing him the letters on the handle.

"Yeah, I lied about my name. I'm sorry. But you guys gotta get out. I won't get you killed," Sam insisted, gently but firmly moving her arm out of the way.

"But you'll get yourself killed?" Nick challenged. The hunter looked at his friend's expression. His eyes were hard, his jaw set determinedly, and his body language said that he was ready to fight. His sister gave off the same vibe.

"All right. Let's go," he sighed. Then, they all headed back to the wax museum. What they didn't know was that Vincent had been following them and when he saw Bo's lifeless body, he cradled the man and let out an inhuman wail. Then, he got up and headed out. In the wax museum, the trio tried to find a way out and presently discovered a trap door that led them to a room with a large bed.

"Oh, jeez. I think we're in his bedroom," Nick commented.