"Where's my brother?"
"I'm sorry, speak up." The old man toyed with Dean.
"Where's my brother, you nasty piece of siren slime?"
"Oh… I'll show you to his room." The man stood, not even acknowledging the dagger at his neck. "This way." He signaled for Hayley and Dean to follow him. After an exchange of strange glances, both of them followed him to an iron door. "In here." He said, opening it.
Both Hayley and Dean started down the stairs that they were acquainted with after the door opened. "Sam?!" Dean called. "Sammy?!" Before he heard a response, the door closed behind both Hayley and himself, and the latch, on the other side, locked. The old man had trapped them, but Dean's main focus was to find his brother, so he continued making his way down the stairs to do just that.
"Come on." He told Hayley, "They've gotta be this way."
As they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, they were greeted with several dozen people who were tied up and even a few girls screaming for help. "Sam?!" Dean shouted again. Barely any of the people stirred, and the older brother could feel his heart beating out of his chest just thinking for a split second that Sam could be… "SAM?!" Dean yelled as he walked, scanning each person to see if they were his brother.
"Hey!" One of the screaming girls stopped to look at Dean and Hayley. "Are you here to help us?" She was far across the basement, so Dean could hardly make out her face.
"Uh, you could say that," He said humbly, "but I kinda need to find my brother first. Then, I'll help the rest of you guys."
"Is your brother extremely tall?" She asked.
"… and somewhat beautiful." The other screamer added dreamily.
"Yes" Hayley answered, while Dean was still trying to figure out how to respond to the question. "That's his brother. Where is he?"
"He's over here, in front of me." Both Hayley and Dean quickly made their way to the other side of the room. Once Dean saw his brother, he kneeled down beside him and shook his shoulder roughly.
"Sammy?" His free hand moved to Sam's forehead, which appeared to be scorching hot. "What's wrong with him?" He asked the girl behind him, without drawing his eyes away from his little brother.
"The man touched him. He makes everyone tired-"
"and sometimes sick if he does it a lot. He's knocked Sam out a few times today." The other girl chimed in.
Dean looked up at Hayley. "As far as I know, sirens can't kill people, but if this guy's way of taking hold of someone is through this 'touch and sleep' thing, then we know he's cheating the system."
"I'm sorry…" Hayley wasn't able to wrap her head around all that.
"He's only supposed to make people sleep when he infects them. Instead, he's using it - and its side effects - to keep everyone under control until the infection sinks in, and he's able to control their minds. This kind of siren has to wait for his infection to register."
"Is Sam going to die, then?" Hayley asked nervously. "The side effects look bad."
"We'll see if we can wake him first," Dean told her. "and if not, we'll kill that old man and save the day just us two." She looked like she had had a brick thrown at her stomach.
"Okay." She nodded slowly.
Dean shook Sam harder, forcing him to stir. "Mmmm?" Sam's head lolled to the side tiredly.
"Sammy, come on." Dean encouraged. "Wake up."
"D'n?" Sam's eyebrows bent toward one another. "It's the old guy from the desk." He paused to let out a cough. "He's using his knock-out juice to make everyone defenseless…"
"I know." Dean nodded, already beginning to untie Sam. "We gotta get you outta here."
"And all these people too." Sam added drowsily.
"Yeah, all them too. Now, come on. You're gonna be just fine." Dean attempted to pull Sam up by his arms, but the boy could barely stand.
"My hand hurts." Sam told Dean, making no attempt to rise from the floor.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Dean asked, looking at the hands he was holding. He noticed the red fingerprints. "That where he's been touchin' to knock ya out?" He asked.
"Mmm." Sam nodded. "Can I sleep now?"
"Hayley?" Dean turned to the girl beside him. "You need to help me untie all these people. Awake or not. Then, we're gonna leave Sam here and fight that thing."
"What?!"
"I thought we had established this plan already." Dean said matter-of-factly.
"But I can't fight an alarm or whatever."
"Siren." He corrected. "I'll focus on the kill. I just need you as bait. Sam can't even stand up. Are you in or out?" Hayley bit her lower lip nervously, and glanced over at Sam. He was shivering but sweating, and he seemed to be having some sort of painful delusion in his sleep. He was in no condition to fight, and she knew she was all Dean had. "Are you in or out?" Dean repeated with more urgency.
"I'm in." Hayley nodded. "Let's do this."
They both ran around the room untieing each person one by one. Dean had his eye on Sam the whole time. The boy seemed to be growing worse and more delusional, and it killed Dean to hear the word "Dad…" escape his brother's mouth more than once.
"Done." Hayley said. "We got 'em all."
"Let's find this guy… fast." Dean commanded, taking one last look at his brother before running to the stairs. "Stay here." He told the two screamers. "We'll be back."
I'm working on the closing chapters now. Tell me how I've done so far, in the reviews.