She slipped her feet into the pocket of his jacket, rummaging around until she emerged with a ring of keys between her toes. Tossing them up with a flick of her leg, she caught them in her teeth. Dean raised one eyebrow warily, unsure whether he should applaud or heckle.

"Be careful with that." was his safest choice.

She tossed them into her open hands, fumbling with the lock until she was free.

"Why do you have to be so tall?" she mumbled, stretching to reach the handcuffs.

"You should see my brother." He balked as she brushed up against him. "I don't usually get this kind of attention until after sundown." He gave her a sarcastic smile, and she returned it with a crippled grunt.

"That's just wonderful for you." she was polite enough to fake her way into a smile, turning until they heard the metallic click of the lock.

He rubbed his swollen wrists as the cuffs came down, trying to casually look her over for anything that creep might have done.

"I'll live" she echoed his sentiment, kneeling over the subdued would-be rapist. Dean just wanted to kick the scumbag. But, he supposed that she had the more logical approach and simply let his anger loose on the camouflage jacket that draped over the useless freaking lump of wrinkly, perverted flesh.

He was delightfully indelicate with the contents of his pockets, though it was all he could do not to kill the mothersucking pig.

"If you rough him up too much, he'll wake up and we'll be caught ."

"Yeah, well…I don't see how you're okay with this."

She shot him an abysmally finished look, still trying to make sense of the junk that littered the upper layer of the trash.

Digging through one pit of a pocket, Dean found a stale pizza crust and a magazine that could have been from the last century. And some denture cleaner, in the handy dissolvable form. And a cough drop. And a braided, bloody lock of hair. Pervert.

"This. Is. Disgusting."

"Doesn't matter. Found what I needed" she held up a small jackknife, and pair of scissors, and bullets for the parrot-gun.

"Why do we need those? We can pry open that window if we're careful enough about it."

Blinking twice, as if hers was the most normal response in the world, she replies in a calm, controlled tone.

"Because I'm going up there."

"No."

"What?"

"You have no chance. Let's get out of here, so we can regroup, let somebody know what's going on here. If you go up there, you're only giving those Satanists another shot."

"Satanists?" She was close to laughing. Even her eyes lit up at the absurdity of his comment. "That's what you think they are?"

"…"

The echo of a giggle crept through her lips, quickly stifled by an oh-so-subtle cough.

"Why don't you try and fit through that window. I'll come back and pry you out of there. Promise."

"The you wait here. I've been in situations like this before, I can handle it."

"You can handle it?" She narrowed her eyes, gracing him with a cold, calculating glare, as if she was weighing his actions against his words. Whatever conclusion she came to, it was not in his favor. "No. Unlike you, I was conscious when they dragged me here. If you're brother can help, that's great. Until we can get to him, however, I'm going to need you to back off."

"Gimme the bullets. You're in no condition to-"

"Shut up, please." she flashed him a contorted smile, tossing him the gun as she turned away. They trudged up the wooden stairs, Dean loading the shotgun as quietly as possible, under the circumstances.

Turning the handle, he braced himself. This was not a good idea.

--Author's Note--

It's not my best but i need to get on with it.

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