A/N: Chapter three...enjoy!!
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"Why is nothing happening?" David stood beside the Marie Antoinette. He looked around the building. There were no flashes, no great blue lightening that was supposed to follow the death of number 18. David glared at his subjects, wishing he had done this himself 20 years ago. He clasped his hands tightly and pressed them to his face. Anger seethed from his unaged face.
"Hans," David said between gritted teeth. "I hope you are happy with your position here, because it can be permanently erased! " He turned fast, leaving Hans with a terrified look upon his face. Dean leapt back into the shadows as David passed by. Dean stayed that way for a moment, then leaned forward, watching the other two men.
"He's in here. The tall one." Hans muttered in a sullen tone. Junior ran a hand through his raven hair, not really paying any attention to anything in particular. Hans pointed at the Jekyll and Hyde display, pushing at the large man. Junior grunted, slapping at the tinier man.
"Fine then. You look for the other one while I get the bigger one. Does that work for you?" Junior nodded, then tromped off to where they had seen Dean last. Dean took the opportunity to take out Junior. It would probably be his only chance.
Jumping from his hiding spot, Dean lunged at the larger man, surprising him. He knocked him to the ground, then leapt over him. Hans saw Dean coming and squealed. Dean knocked him across the room, banging him into the Marie Antoinette display. He rolled to his side, beginning to get up, but Dean was faster. He leapt into the Jekyll and Hyde display and almost landed on Hyde himself.
"De..." Sam gasped. Hyde's hand was still attached to his throat. Hyde was shocked by the sudden intrusion and let Sammy go. Dean chuckled uneasily as the monster before him growled long and loud.
"Um, hey dude. What's up?" He half waved. Sam looked at him in shock and awe.
"Dean," He coughed. "This is neither the time nor the place for pleasantries."
Dean looked down at Sam then grabbed his hand, helping him up. Hyde swiped at them, knocked them both onto the floor. Dean moaned, slapping his hand on the floor. Standing, he took a deep breath and stood directly in front of Edward. The monster eyed him hungrily.
"Listen chief... I am sick and tired of ending up on my ass. Now I only came here for my brother, not to get harassed by Captain Fugly." Dean tapped the 'man' on the chest as he said the last two words. Sam stared at him, wondering if his brother had finally gone mad.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing? That thing is going to tear you apart." Sam pressed himself again the table, so sure his brother was going to lose an arm. Dean shook his head.
"Listen Sammy. Just cause they control the horizontal and the vertical does not mean the picture ain't crystal clear, okay..." Dean had his back to Edward Hyde, his arms crossed in front of him. Sam watched as Hyde raised his hands, ready to attack his brother. Sam jumped up, pushing Dean out of the way. At that moment, Hyde's fists landed hard on Sam's chest, knocking him to the ground. Dean jumped at Hyde, slamming him into the far wall, knocking him out of commission for a short while.
"Sam, come on." Dean shook his brother. Sam's eyes blinked wildly. He caught glimpses of the lab but not much else. Dean slapped his brother hard, rousing him. Sam shoved his brother in gut reaction. Dean only smiled.
"Now that Sammy my man, is real, but nothing else is. Do you understand me yet?" Sam looked at the collapsed man behind his brother, then back up at Dean. He was not sure what to believe.
"I can't. It had its hands on my throat. It tried to kill me Dean. There is no way that can't be real. Just like everything else that has tried to kill us, I..."
"Kid, don't make me hit you again!" Dean titled his head, his eyebrows cocked. Sam shook his head, but said nothing.
"Now Sam, be rational for me, okay. We were sucked into wax art displays, right? A thing that could not in a million years come to life." Dean paused a moment. "Except for maybe on the Twilight Zone and that guy ain't no Rod Serling. Okay??" This time Sam nodded, the idea beginning to sink in. They both stood, moving to where they hoped the portal would be. As they touched the wall, Hyde groaned. Sam swallowed hard but Dean gripped his arm.
"What isn't real can't hurt us. Not here, not ever!" Dean whispered softly. Sam slowly nodded and as he tapped the wall his hand slipped through. He reached for his brother and they both fell out onto the gallery floor, falling at David Lincoln's feet.
"So glad that you boys could drop in." David towered over Sam and Dean. Dean pushed his brother behind him, the protector in him kicking in. He scowled at the older man. David ignored the look and knelt down in front of Dean. He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him with a strength that was more suitable for a man half his age.
"Too bad your trip here will be such a short one!" In a flash, he thrust Dean into the scene next to theirs. Sam watched in horror as his brother vanished before his very eyes. He jumped up and began to say something, when Junior came out of nowhere, gripping him tightly.
"Don't worry my boy." David touched Sam's face with a thin finger. "You will see your brother very soon."
Then before he could protest, Junior tossed Sam in after his brother.
"Hans," The smaller man rushed to David's side. He bowed quickly, then stood at attention.
"Do not leave your post, no matter what happens. They must not escape, or else!" David over-emphasized the last word. Hans nodded slowly then ran to the exhibit. Junior stood at his left.
David sighed. Staring at the two men at his left, he knew that this would be a long night.