Hyde and Dean entered the building with a suspicious amount of ease. Both held guns and both were on high alert.
"Where do you think he is?" Dean asked the man.
"Probably tied up somewhere being probed and tortured."
"Dude."
Hyde smirked. "Well you asked... I think he's in the basement."
"But you're not gonna get that far." A man appeared in a bullet-proof vest and carrying a heavy-duty machine gun. His stature alone was intimidating, being the same height as Sam, so he towered over the two men.
"Who're you, Dick Dastardly?" Dean joked
"I'm the one that's gonna get a mansion-sized paycheque after I bring in that black-haired beaut." The man pointed his gun at Hyde.
"Sorry you're not really my type. I usually tend to go for the ones that don't have a gun to my face... usually." Hyde blew a pretend kiss to the mystery man.
"Wait, Wesley. I don't want you shooting him."
"What?" Hyde laughed.
"I don't want you to kill anyone. I told Tom he was in good hands."
"And he is. Good hands stained red with the blood of—"
"Lower the gun, Wesley." Dean ordered.
"If you're gonna treat me like the burnt chip in the bottom of the basket then I might as well stay in the car."
Dean threw him the keys which he took after they exited Toms car. "Good idea. I'll be back there soon."
"I'm not letting him go anywhere." The man with the machine gun said.
"Go."
After Hyde reluctantly left the building, Dean looked at the man in complete and utter exhaust. "Look man, I'll make a little deal with you. Either bring my brother to me, or not see your wife and kids again, capiche?"
"I don't have kids or a wife." The man grumbled.
"Good, that's less guilt on my conscious." Dean sighed.
"I'll kill you and your brother if it means I get H—"The man raised his gun but didn't get a chance to use it.
Dean shot him like Indiana Jones "I don't have time for this. Sam!"