Woah, sorry this took me so long to update. But here you go, the next chapter. And I continue my plea for reviews, cause I'm aiming for this to be the story that breaks 100 reviews for me! C'mon people, make my day!

Thanks to OLW for the inspiration and help hugs>

Dean and Sam made it to the book a split second before a woman dressed in red silks and gold chains. Des guessed that she had to be a priestess from her dress, white painted reptilian face, and all around bitchy demeanor.

"Give me that!" she demanded as Dean held it tight "Now!"

"I don't think so sweetheart" Dean replied "Sam! Go long"

Sam took off at a sprint past the priestess and before she had time to react, Dean threw it. Sam caught it easily and kept running until he was well clear of the fray in the main hall. "Nice catch Sammy boy"

Dean chanced a glance at Max and Alec, who were making quick work of the twenty or so familiars that attacked them from all sides. Alec had just completed elbowing one in the nose and proceeded to leap in the air, twist his body while grabbing the shoulders of another, planting his feet, and flipping the surprised familiar over his head and onto the floor. Max was expertly kicking the holy hell out of anyone who got within arm or legs length of her. Dean was officially impressed.

The priestess turned her full attention back to Dean with anger dancing in her black eyes.

Dean just smirked. "You know, I usually don't hit women, but you're evil and you're in my way…" he drew back his arm and swung, aiming for her jaw line, but was shocked when she caught his fist in her hand as if he were a fly that had been bugging her. She twisted his arm, forcing his body to twist and his knees to buckle. "Ok, that didn't go like I had hoped"

"You should have listened to me!" she spat and grabbed Dean by the shirt collar, lifting him off the ground with unnatural strength.

"HEY!" a voice from behind bellowed, gaining her attention. She turned and was immediately punched in the jaw by John. She fellto the groundand remained still.

Dean landed with a thud and glared up at his father "Dad?"

"Where is your brother?"

"Why the hell would I tell you? So you can hunt him down?"

"Dean its me! I want to help!"

"Bullshit! This is a trick!" Dean spat, backing away, still on the floor.

John sighed with annoyance "Dean, I've been undercover here in order to learn what I could about the book…which I assume is the reason why you and your brother are here with two transgenics. You almost blew my cover! Now get up off the floor and lets go find your brother"

Dean stared at him for a long moment, contemplating whether or not to believe his father. He hesitated so long in fact, that it warranted a "Now!" from John.

Dean got up quickly, yet he still didn't answer his father and the familiars were starting to catch on to their presence.

"Dean…Brother! NOW!" John commanded sensing the sudden urgency.

"This way…follow me!" Dean finally answered and took off in the direction Sam had run, closely followed by his father.

Alec side kicked the nearest familiar when he noticed Dean running with that man who they claimed was his father close on his tail. 'Great,' he thought 'psycho dad is after my brother! Brother?' Did he just refer to that smart ass pain in the neck as a brother?

He shrugged it off, considering he could barely stand to be in Deans breathing space. He and Max had gotten rid of most of the familiars within the hall, but there was no telling how many were spread out within the great expanse of this behemoth of a building.

Alec knocked out the last within his area just as Max did the same. All around them were the unconscious bodies of more then twenty familiars. Alec grabbed a gun and a few extra clips, stuffed it into the waistband of his black jeans, and headed for Max.

"Not bad for the bane of mans existence, huh?" he said with a smirk, handing her an extra gun he had swiped.

She waved it off "No thanks, I prefer to kill the old fashioned way"

Alec cocked an eyebrow "With your hands? That's nasty…C'mon Maxie, come into the new millennia."

"I don't do guns" she said simply. He shrugged and pocketed the clip and dropped the extra firearm to the floor with a clang.

"Come on, Dean and Sam went running this way." he said and took off hastily in the direction of the Winchesters. Max was close behind and he called back to her "You know those two, trouble just seems to gravitate towards them"

Sam was no where to be found. Dean knew his brother had run this way, but he obviously underestimated his brothers "Hide-and-go-seek" skills. "Sam?" he called down another identical hall, one of about a dozen they had passed. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why a snake cult couldn't hire an interior decorator. But the familiar choice of color pallet and furniture design was not a concern at the moment.

"Dean, I thought you said you knew where your brother was?" John sighed, walking close behind his eldest son.

Dean spun on his father and glowered at him. This was the type of comments he had been making for the past ten minutes and it was thoroughly working Deans nerves. "No, I said Sam ran this way. I said nothing about knowing his exact whereabouts"

"Well we need to find that book"

"I would think making sure your son was alright would take priority over some book. But hey, what do I know?" Dean snapped sarcastically

"You don't get it do you?" John shot back "We have to find that book"

"I don't CARE about the book! I only did this to find you. I accomplished that goal, now I want the get the fuck out of dodge"

John stared at Dean but didn't say a word. Dean had seen this look a million times. He usually got it when he was being disobedient or spoke his mind out of turn. It was a look that as a child told Dean he was in deep shit and now was a look that caused a fog of suspiciousness to creep into the back of his mind. 'Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to trust'