Authors Note: My most humble apologies for the delay! I was awaited Supernatural inspiration ;). Anyways, if I still have anymore readers, I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

"Damn it." Dean muttered.

Allè snapped and pointed two pale fingers at Dean and Vanesse, "Le Restent." She cackled as servants took the remaining and hung them with Emmiliano, who was still there, just silent.

"Now, my mistress'?" Sam asked.

"No." Altesse quickly snapped. "Tomorrow night, 'tis almost morning. We need rest."

"Leave them!" Allè ordered. She walked out of the wooden door, Sam, Altesse and all of the other vampires following.

"Now what?" Vanesse lay heavily confused.

"I don't know, yet." Dean stated.

"Perhaps, I may assist you." Emmiliano spoke after his long reign of silence.

Dean peered past Vanesse to the Italian man hanging beside her, "What is it?"

"Well… If we await them to sleep, then escape, we most certainly won't be followed."

"Mmmhmm…" Dean took a deep breath, "Yeah, okay. It's the best we've got…"

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They let an hour or two pass, so that it was certain they were free from being followed.

"Okay, now to escape…" Dean fell silent for a moment, "Damn. I think I left Emmiliano's knife in the other room."

"That could be a problem." Vanesse said in a faint, weak voice.

"Anybody have any ideas?… Emmiliano, now would be a great time to save our ass."

The Italian man hung, frozen for a moment, "There is a knife, over there in the corner."

"That's great, but we're kind of hanging by our hands." Dean grew an attitude.

"Well, perhaps, one of us may slip through the ropes!" Emmiliano snapped.

"What? Now way! That's ridiculous!"

"It could possibly happen. Maybe, one of our ropes is looser than everyone else's."

Dean stared at him for a moment, "Dude, you're crazy. These vampires are fucking smart, do you think they'd really leave our ropes loose?"

"Just try!" Emmiliano insisted.

"Fine." Dean pulled on the ropes binding his wrists for a few moments. "See, they're perfectly tight!"

He looked at Dean, and then to Vanesse, "What about the girl?"

"If mine aren't loose, why would hers be?"

Vanesse wriggled her hands for a few moments, "Wait a second…" She began to feel her wrists slowly slip from their bindings. After several moments of struggling and distress, both of Vanesse's exhausted hands fell from the ropes that were holding her, as she hit the cold, hard ground.

"…Man." Dean spoke to himself; he hated being wrong.

Vanesse pulled herself to her feet and wearily walked to the stone table that bears the knife. She picked it up, and then walked back towards her fellow victims and cut them free.

"How did you know that one of the ropes would be loose?" Dean asked the heavily accented man.

Emmiliano looked at Dean, shifted his eyebrows and then turned in the other direction.

Shivers were sent up Dean's spine, "He's starting to creep me out..." He whispered in Vanesse's ear.

Vanesse faintly chuckled, "We still have to get passed the locked door, you know."

"Right." Dean took a deep breath and examined the door. "You know what, I'm really starting to hate all of these obstacles…" He spoke as he twisted and turned the doorknob. "Got anymore hairpins?"

"No." Emmiliano replied.

"That's great." Dean stood silently for a few moments, "Okay… This is going to wake all the vampires, so we've gotta be quick. Got it?" Once the two nodded okay, Dean stuck his leg out in front of him and ran into the door; after about three or four kicks, it finally fell down. "…Alright, move." He waited for Emmiliano and Vanesse to get out of the doorway and grabbed the knife that had Vanesse had used to set them free.