Deathly Slaves
I do not own Sam or
Dean. I rock all else though…
Chapter Eleven
Dean, Sam, and Leah walked into the factory through the main entrance. None of them spoke a word. They all were too pre-occupied with thoughts of what could go wrong tonight. Once inside, they walked back to the computer room, where the hauntings occurred the most.
They entered but hesitated first. The room was big. It had black computer monitors, towers, and desks. There were two or three computers on the right side of the room and one on the opposite side. There was a round table with chairs in the middle of the room, set up to be a conference table. Sam took note that there were no video cameras in the room, thus they could not be seen. But there were also no other doors and windows… So if a quick escape was needed, it wasn't there, which would be a problem. For a place that makes windows, Dean thought, as he took note of the same thing Sam did.
Leah was the first to take a step in. She walked to the table in the center of the room.
"So our ghosts are having a conference are they," she said more then asked.
Dean followed her lead and walked in. He laid the bag on the conference table. He unzipped it and pulled out a gun.
"Rock salt," he said as he handed it to her.
She nodded and started to walk to the other side of the table, across from Dean, when he grabbed her arm.
"What," she asked.
"You know what," he said.
"Dean, I'll be fine. All three of us will," she said referring to her and the twins, not her and the Winchesters.
"Watch it," he responded as he let her go unwillingly.
She walked to the other side of the table and looked at the door.
"Sam," she asked.
Dean whipped around faster then he could blink. There was no Sam in the doorway.
"Where the hell did he go? If those sons-of-a-bitches took him I'm gonna…"
"Dean," she scolded.
"Sorry. Not helping," he said as he turned to face her, "How are we going to find him though?"
She was silent. She knew very well that they might not find him. She sighed.
"Let's burn the place. Salt and burn it. That's most likely going to help."
"But what if Sam's here?"
"You go look for him and I'll start salting and burning. Okay?"
"No," he said in a that's-the-way-it-is tone and used a hand movement for emphasis, "I'm not leaving you here alone."
He started back at his weapons, taking out the gasoline, lighter, and container of salt. She didn't need to fight him. She couldn't even if she wanted to. He would never budge on a decision like that. Ever. She looked from Dean to the weapons. Something was wrong. Something was off. She got the feeling she had before. The god-damn feeling that she could never shake. The feeling that made her know something was wrong.
"Dean…"
"Stop. I'm not leaving you here," he said, not even glancing in her direction.
"Dean…"
"Stop," he said.
He looked up just in time to see her eyes close and her fall to the floor. Without thinking twice, he dropped his weapon and ran over to her, just in time to catch her head.
"Leah!"
He gently picked her up and brought her to the front part of the room by the door. Dean brushed the hair from her eyes and watched her for a second. Then he laid her down and went back over to the table. He had a job to finish.
He grabbed the container of salt and made a huge circle around her. That'd keep her safe…. for now. Dean walked over to the table and grabbed a gun. He pocketed a knife and some extra rock salt. He had a job to finish. Dean walked out the door.
He had to find his brother.