Dean pressed his face against the side of the thick wooden door, his cheek scraping against it.
He closed his eyes so he could focus, and started to listen to what was going on on the other side of the door.
He could hear a faint rustling, but just as he was homing in to really concentrate on the sound, Sam started to walk around behind him, his footsteps echoing and ricocheting through the wood.
'Dude, I'm trying to listen here!' he snapped, but he immediately felt bad. It wasn't Sam's fault that they had to give up the key-it was just common sense.
Sam shook his head and sighed. 'Sorry man, I'm just scared-what the hell is going to happen now?' he asked, once again running his hands through his hair, his bangs flopping as he did so.
Dean softened, realising that the poor kid was terrified. He wished there was something he could do to get them away from here, but there was no way out.
'Hey, it's gonna be ok...remember what I said?' he smiled, watching as Sam rolled his eyes slightly with a smile.
'That you'll get out of here-I know Dean! He chuckled, knowing full well that his big brother kept his promises-he always did.
'There, see...and don't you forget it!' Dean smiled back, trying to inject some humour into the atmosphere.
'So how are we going to get out of here?' asked Sam, partly to annoy Dean, partly because he had absolutely no idea on how they were going to get free from these crazies.
'We need a plan, w-'
'There will be no time for plans, Dean!' came a voice from the other side of the door, and suddenly it was unlocked, Damon coming into the room with a smug smile on his face.
'Hey-what happened to helping us you son of a bitch! We should have got that key!' Dean spat angrily, stepping back to cover Sam, looking at Damon with a thunderous look in his eyes.
'I never said I would help you' Damon said, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a look Sam dearly wished to knock off his face.
'You bastard! Yes you did, back in the freezer!' Dean said incredulously, staring at Damon with renewed hatred.
'You must have misunderstood me-I'm here to bring Sam to Dominic. Sam, if you'll come with me?' Damon asked, almost pleasantly, as if suggesting a walk in some lush gardens on a summer's day.
'No way-you're not taking Sam! I'll kill you before you do!' barked Dean, making sure he well and truly covered Sam. There was no way in hell that Sam was going anywhere without him-he would rather die first.
'Relax Dean; you'll get your turn-it's Sam's turn first.' Smiled Damon.
'Turn for what?' Sam spat, the now familiar feeling of fear rushing through his veins like adrenaline.
'Wait and see, you and your brother will see soon enough!' Damon's eyes glinted with something neither of the brother's could quite fathom out-it seemed to be halfway between malice and pure happiness.
'You touch my brother-you feel my fist, you understand?' growled Dean in a dangerous low voice, signalling he meant business.
'I think I'll take the risk' whispered Damon, before swiping his hand toward Dean's face, catching the side of his cheek with his fingernails. As Dean instinctively ducked and covered his face, Damon made his move, pushing Dean to the floor and grabbing Sam, before attempting to drag him from the room.
Sam was no lightweight, and he knew how to fight. He grabbed Damon's hand and twisted it, watching as Damon dropped to the floor with an agonised squeal.
The pain didn't last long though, as he was soon up and at Sam again, this time throwing miss-aimed
blows to his face and body, most of them hitting thin air.
Sam felt a pang of strange pity for this guy; he didn't even know how to fight. His gain though.
It was his turn to return fire, and his well aimed right hook caught his mark perfectly, sending Damon sideways with a cry, clutching his now bruised jaw.
After ensuring that Damon would be out for at least a few seconds, Sam turned and scuttled round to help Dean up, who was now sporting some long, bloodied scars running down his face.
'God I hope the guy doesn't have rabies' he growled angrily, rubbing the blood off.
'You can't get Rabies from cuts Dean-it has to be the saliva-'
'Dude I don't care! We need to go –now!' roared Dean, but as he stood up and made his way toward the door, Damon blocked his path, and with one, fierce and brutal movement, sent a punch that forced the eldest Winchester off his feet and in a crumpled heap on the ground, his nose bleeding, eyes closed.
Sam looked down, aghast, but as he bent down to try and help his brother he was roughly pulled by his hair, and was dragged, kicking, struggling and yelling, out of the door and into the corridor, the door swinging shut on an unconscious, unaware Dean.
What's going to happen to Sam? How will Dean manage to save him?
Find out in the next chapter!
Up next-Sam's game!
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