Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.
I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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Damien continued to pack the alter items and Sam continue to try to open the door. Sam's muscles ached and he kept pleading with Damien but Damien just ignored him. Damien turned towards the hallway yelling, "Ande! Carl!" He closed the larger case and pulled out a smaller one that he put the statue from the pedestal in to. Ande entered the room first with quick steps followed shortly by Carl. "Yes sir? I was told you called for us?" Ande asked as he slowed his pace and stopped in the middle of the room, Carl standing quietly behind him.
Damien straightened up and pointed at the cases. "Carl, I need you to take these two and pack them into the van." Carl nodded and began his task. Sam's mind raced, he didn't want to give Carl's position away, but he had to do something. Thinking quickly, he yelled out the window to Damien again, "Please don't kill Sarah, Damien. I don't know what that woman said or offered, but I'll do whatever you want if just leave Sarah alone!" Damien frowned and glared in Sam's direction but said nothing. Carl hesitated a moment looking from Sam to Damien and Ande. He looked back at Sam and continued walking out of the room. As he passed by Sam's window he gave him a half smile and left. Sam took a deep breath and hoped that smile was understanding and intent to help. Out of frustration, Sam hit the door again causing his knuckles to start bleeding.
Damien watched Carl leave. Ande was waiting patiently for his instructions. After Carl left, Damien looked back at Sam. "Sam, I have no idea who you are or what you've done, but I will take great pleasure in making sure you're punished for it." Sam looked out the small window confused, "what are you talking about?" Damien smiled, "apparently you're supposed to suffer." He turned to Ande, "you are to give our lady friend a special meal. One that will be her last. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Ande nodded with a sneer on his face. Damien smiled, "do you know where the poisons are upstairs?" Ande nodded again, "yes sir, but why poisons? Why not just let me take care of her like the others?" Damien shrugged, "that's not what I was told to do. Poison the girl and shoot Dean in the head, but leave Sam to suffer. That's what I was told."
Sam turned and leaned his back up against the door, sliding down until he was sitting. His heart sank, his muscles ached, and the only person that could possibly help him was Carl, who wasn't there and probably didn't know what Ande was about to do. He glanced over at the hinges to the door. They were on the inside, but there was nothing in the room for him to use to help him pull the pins. It didn't matter; he had to do something besides sit there, so he started working at them. Even has his fingers began to bleed from the broken nails, he kept working at the pins; he had to get out of there.
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Dean was lying on the bed when he heard someone shouting somewhere for Ande and Carl to go see Damien. He got up and looked out the door but didn't see anyone in the hallway. He had a bad feeling and started pacing for a moment. He looked at the bed again. He walked over to it and picked it up at one end, feeling its weight. He judged the distance between the bed and the doorway. A smile slowly formed on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
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Carl took the cases out to the van and placed them in the back as he'd been instructed. As he returned to the house he found Ande pulling out food from the refrigerator. "What are you doing?" he asked as he watched him placing all the items on the counter. Ande just shrugged, "he told me to fix the lady some dinner. Phillip is upstairs packing; you should probably go help him." Carl frowned, "we're leaving? I thought something big was happening tomorrow night?" Ande smiled, which alone made the hairs on the back of Carl's neck stand on end, "change of plans, that's all. You have a problem with that?" Ande stared at Carl, judging his reaction, "of course not, just need to know what I should be doing to help." Ande went back to preparing what looked like it was suppose to be a simple sandwich, "well now you know what to do. Go help Phillip."
Carl left the kitchen and headed to the stairs. He glanced in the large rooms on either side of the entryway and then up the stairs. No one was around. He pulled out his cell phone and keyed the familiar number. A moment later, "yes?" a male voice responded. Carl whispered softly into the phone, "this is Carl, they're leaving tonight, probably within the next 30 minutes." There was a pause before the voice said, "Understood. ETA 15 minutes." Carl hung up the phone and headed up the stairs.
Phillip told Carl that he didn't need any help. Carl looked at him as he sat on the edge of his bed. Their bedrooms were huge with plush furniture. Phillip hadn't pulled out any bags and didn't appear like he was packing at all. Carl just shrugged and headed back downstairs. Ande was coming around the corner with the plate of food for Sarah. "Want me to take that to her for you?" Carl asked, "Phillip said he didn't want any help." Ande hesitated a moment, "no, I've got it," he hesitated a moment longer then said, "Actually, why don't you go ahead and take it. She's more likely to eat if you bring it than if I do." He handed Carl the plate of food and water. Carl shrugged and headed down with Ande following behind.
Dean heard them coming and stiffened. He waited as patiently as he could. They glanced in the window but didn't stop. Dean silently cursed to himself, took a deep breath, and tried to relax a little. He listened and heard them go into Sarah's room instead.
Ande looked into the room with the flashlight. After seeing Sarah on the bed in the corner, he opened the door and stepped back so Carl could go in. Carl brought the plate of food and water over to her and set it on the bed. "Hey, are you hungry?" Carl asked Sarah as he set it down. She nodded and gladly accepted the food. Ande was still at the door, so Carl didn't say anything. He just nodded, turned, and headed back out of the room. Ande watched from the doorway with a sneer on his face as Sarah began eating the sandwich.
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Ande closed the door to Sarah's room and locked it. He then moved over to Dean's door and drew his gun. "What the hell are you doing?" Carl snapped as he moved to stop Ande from opening the door. Ande glared at him, "I'm doing my job, what are you doing?" Carl hesitated, "you can't just walk in there with a gun drawn. This guy is a good fighter, your black eye and bruised ribs aught to tell you that." Ande frowned, "then fine, you go in there and take him down or hold him or whatever so I can do my job." "What exactly is your job?" Carl wasn't moving until he knew exactly what was going on.
Ande stepped back a little and stared at Carl, "I'm taking care of Dean and Sarah as instructed. Now either open the door or get lost." Realization suddenly hit Carl and his stomach knotted. He glanced back at the door to Sarah's room, "the food?" Ande smiled, "yes, and Dean gets a bullet. You have a problem with this?" Carl swallowed hard, trying to think how he could get the upper hand on Ande. He couldn't draw his own gun, not after what he'd just said about Dean. Instead, he looked into the room where Dean was sitting on the bed. Their eyes met and he knew that Dean had heard and understood exactly what was about to happen.
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Dean listened to their conversation and his heart raced as his adrenaline started kicking into overdrive. They'd just poisoned Sarah and he was going to get shot if he didn't figure a way out of this. He saw Carl look into the window at him. When their eyes met, he nodded his head slightly and grabbed the end of bed, planting his feet firmly.
Carl opened the door and stepped inside the room. Ande followed behind him with his gun down by his side. Carl moved off to the side a little bit, watching Dean, "get up." Dean tensed up a bit but didn't stand immediately. Ande barked, "get up, we're taking you to sit with your friend. I wouldn't want you to miss the show." Dean noticed that Ande's right hand remained behind his hip, obviously hiding the gun. Carl moved closer to the corner, apparently to position himself behind Dean. He pointed towards the door, "go." Dean stood up, keeping his eye on Ande and started walking. From the corner of his eye he saw Carl moving up to get behind him and a wave a fear swept up his spine. In front of him, Ande pulled his hand from his side and pointed the gun at Dean. He stopped in his tracks. Carl came up behind him and he felt the point of a gun in his lower back, "down on your knees Dean."
Dean's mind raced, he wanted to believe that Carl was on his side but it was looking really bad. If Carl was planning on killing him, there was no way he could stop him and Ande both. However, if he was trying to get into a better position to stop Ande, then Dean needed to get out of his way or into a position where he could help Carl. He hesitated until the point of the gun jabbed him in the back and Carl repeated himself, "get down on your knees, now."
Dean started to lower himself to his knees and watched as Ande took another step closer and pointed the gun toward his head. He took a deep breath and instead of going down to his knees, he sprung up at Ande. Catching him off guard, Dean grabbed the hand with the gun and threw his body into Ande's. The initial impact surprised Ande and they both staggered into the wall next to the door. The gunshot was deafening as it echoed through the room and down the hallways.
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Sam had stopped working at the pin when his fingers had started going numb. He'd stopped looking out the window at the various older guys packing up the candles and candle holders. Occasionally he would yank on the door out of frustration. He refused to give up hope though. Carl would come through. He had to. However, when he heard the gunshot echoing from some far off corridor he lost all hope. He listed for more noises. Struggling, more shots, Dean fighting to rescue him, the panic on the people's faces. But looking out the window all he saw were the guys smiling amongst themselves and silence throughout the rest of the structure. He slid down the wall in despair, letting the tears fall unchecked.