Max snapped out of his stupor and ran to catch up to Sam. "Damn kid but you walk fast. Can't you slow down," Max panted as he had to take the steps two at time. He reached out and grabbed Sam's arm stopping him; he took the last to steps to the top and stepped in front of Sam. Nervously he spoke what was on his mind, "Sam, look man I know how you feel I do; but, going in there alone is not the best idea right now. I think we should call your dad, get some back up. The building has been shut down and no one will be going in for a while. Besides if you haven't noticed the police are crawling around pretty thickly here." Max cast a worried glance at the two officers who were approaching them.
Sam clenched his teeth and quietly bit out, "You know how I feel? How could you? Have you ever told someone that something was safe and they trusted you? Have you ever had a woman get hurt, her unborn child's life jeopardized because of something you did, or in this case didn't do?" Sam watched as Max shook his head no. Sighing, Sam continued, "Max, I'm sorry. It's just that in this line of work I've seen it happen more than once. We go in, think we have managed to take out the problem, only to find out we were wrong. Most of the time we couldn't have suspected that something else was going on, because the something else was new to us, but this time," Sam ran his hands throw his shaggy brown hair, "this time we could have. I should have trusted my gut and come here yesterday instead of going to the car show. I should have stood up to my dad."
Max was about to reply when the authoritative voice of one of the officers cut him off. Max turned to look at the officers and he suddenly felt like he was suffocating. Sam noticed the panic building and he answered the officer's question, "I'm sorry officer. I left my notebook in the building when he we were ushered out. The notes for my report are in it and I really need it."
The officer gave Sam a sympathetic look however, "Sorry, I can't let you go in, the place is a crime scene. How about this, you tell me where you left your notebook and I'll go get it for you."
Sam stood for a second thinking over the officer's offer, he knew he was lying and he knew it wouldn't take long for the policeman to realize it once he noticed there wasn't really a notebook. Think Sam, he frantically thought, where's Dean when I need him? Sam's heart rate slowed when he came up with what he thought was a decent response. "That's alright," he answered, "I'm not sure where I dropped it with all the panic and all. I can check in tomorrow and see if someone has found it," Sam shrugged and put on his best innocent look, "and if not I can start over."
The officer eyed Sam, obviously feeling a little suspicious but unable to figure out why. After a few moments he dismissed the two younger men and went back to cordoning off the entrance. Sam and Max headed back to Max's car. Max leant against the driver's side door and took a deep breath, "That was close. Sam, come on, let's go and get your dad; we can come back later." Max watched as Sam spun on his heel and headed towards the back of the museum. "Sam," he said exasperated; throwing his hands in the air he followed his friend to the back of the building.
Dean had eaten the soup that Marta had made for him and decided that a nap really did sound good. He climbed the stairs and made his way to the bedroom he was sharing with his brother. After having used the bathroom and changing into a fresh white tee shirt and a comfortable pair of sweat pants he laid down on his bed. For several minutes he tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep. "It's too quiet," he said to himself. Sitting up he pushed the afghan, he had been using as a cover, off and headed back downstairs.
No one was around. Max and Sam were out doing something secretive, the William's had gone out to the park for a quiet walk and his dad had headed out to buy some much needed supplies. Dean knew that he was supposed to be in bed, but the quiet was making him feel restless. He made his way to the living room and turned on the television. Settling into Hal's oversized easy chair and throwing a blanket over himself, Dean began to flip through the channels. The noise the television created was enough to ease Dean's restlessness and he began to drift off.
Dean had just about entered the first level of sleep when an alert from the local news brought him out of it. Dean sat watching the news broadcast his heart sinking when the full effect of the story hit him. Someone was attacked at the museum. No, not just someone, Livi; Livi was attacked. Witnesses had reported hearing a fight between two women before the victim fell down the last few stairs on the main staircase. Witnesses also report that when they had entered the main hall no one but the victim was there and that no one had seen anyone else leaving the scene. One witness said it seemed as if the other woman had just vanished into thin air.
The remote control slide out of Dean's hand as the picture on the screen switched to a live shot of the museum. Police cars were parked everywhere and off in the back corner of the parking lot was Max's car. Oh, Sam what have you gotten you and Max into this time, Dean thought as he retrieved the fallen remote. He quickly clicked off the television and headed upstairs to get dressed. Dean mumbled to himself as he pulled his jeans up, "I'm so gonna kick his ass, if dad doesn't kick both of ours before I get the chance." Dean grabbed his keys off the nightstand by his bed and headed back downstairs.