Okay, sorry for the delay between posts. This was originally going to be just a two-fer, but I got some requests to keep it going, so here we are! Took a few days for me to figure out which way to go.
Thanks to Twinchester Angel for giving me a metaphorical kick in the ass - hope you like it, sweetie!
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CHAPTER THREE
A woman's scream, raw and shocking in its intensity, came from outside the interrogation room. The policeman took a couple of indecisive steps toward the door, then stopped and looked at Dean, who stared back at him impassively.
Another scream tore through the air, seemingly just outside the door. "Help! God! Help me!"
Cursing and pulling his gun, the guard ran for the door, unlocked and opened it. As he did so, a dark-haired woman was propelled into the room, the force of the shove sending her crashing into the man, carrying them both to the floor.
Wild-eyed and bloody, Sam appeared in the open doorway, one gun in his hand and another stuck in his pants. Ignoring Dean, he crossed swiftly to the guard, who lay stunned on the floor. The woman, clothes torn, crawled hastily away from him, sobbing hysterically.
Sam stuck his gun in the cop's face. "Key!" he rapped out.
The man stared up at him sullenly and Sam clipped him in the mouth with the gun. "Gimme the fucking key," he said flatly. "I won't tell you again."
Fear in his eyes, mouth bleeding, the man fumbled in his pants pocket and brought out a key. Sam grabbed it and tossed it to Dean, who snatched it out of the air and went to work on his cuffs.
Face grim, Sam clocked the guard on the side of the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. The woman, huddled in a corner of the room, moaned in fear. Sam ignored her, retrieving the guard's gun from the floor.
Free now, Dean crossed the room and peeked out the door. No one in sight. Yet. He glanced back at Sam. "Sam?"
With a final assessing look at the guard, Sam came to the door and handed Dean the guard's gun. "You okay?"
"I'm fine, Sammy." Dean looked closely at him, frowning. Now that the immediate action was over, his brother was bone white and trembling. "Shit, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Sam said hoarsely. "Let's just get the hell out of here."
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