I know, I know, I have issues with updating anything. But hey at least ya'll are gonna have a decent sized chapter in this story for once!
I don't own them and I probably never will... but maybe they will get desparate for a writer? They'd have to be pretty desparate...
We're Late
Dean placed his eye to the door's keyhole, half expecting something to pop out and blind him for life. There was nothing on the other side, at least as far as he could tell. Dean wasn't about to let the apparent nothingness beyond the door stop him and slid his lock picks from out of his back pockets.
The lock was old and it was only a short time before Dean heard the clicks that told him his way was open. More out of habit than anything else Dean remained crouched down as he pushed the door open.
Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness beyond the room he awoke to, Dean realized that what he had mistaken for nothing was a long, dark hallway.
Even though he could see no immediate danger, Dean was still wary of being unable to see all the way to the end, but he was more loath to stand in the doorway and let the light behind him turn him into a better target. Taking his first wary step into the cavernous hallway Dean realized he didn't have a weapon on him. When he'd reached back to grab the lock picks he hadn't felt his gun at all.
Stretching his eyes as wide as they would go, Dean's senses were hyper alert to any noise or movement he could possibly detect. His fingers lightly brushed the wall next to him coming away gritty and smelling of earth.
Dean didn't make it very far down the tunnel before the door slammed shut behind him, cutting off any minimal source of light.
A few choice words flashed through Dean's mind to fast for him to actually put any voice to them. He stopped moving, his hand still touching the wall, debating if he should continue on the way he was headed or turn around and see if the door would open. Somehow, he knew it would not.
It took a moment for Dean to realize that there was a light further down the hall, one that was growing bigger the longer he stared at it. Fearing whatever it was that brought the light Dean began to slowly back the way he came, never taking his eyes away from the growing illumination. All too soon he found his back pressed against the wood of the door. He thought he had gone farther in than that.
Shaking and full of adrenaline, his fingers clutched at the smooth metal of the knob, twisting and sliding across the brass surface. He knew the door wasn't going to open, yet he couldn't help himself from trying.
The light bobbed down the hall, closer now. Dean could hear the agonized breathing and slight mumblings of someone barely keeping their panic controlled.
"Where is he, he should've been in here by now! I just know that he is going to make us late," the voice mumbled again. Close enough know that Dean could clearly hear what it was saying.
Against his better judgment, Dean cleared his throat in the dark, pushing himself away from the wall so as not to seem like he was ever afraid. "Who are you looking for?"
Immediately, the light swung towards him, blinding Dean and pinning him where he stood.
"There you are!" The voice sounded so familiar to Dean, but because of the light he couldn't actually see who was speaking to him. He knew that he was in a dangerous position, vulnerable to any sort of attack this person might want to try, and he would never be able to see it coming.
Something reached out from the dark, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him towards the light.
"Come, come. We're already late because of your foolishness," Dean knew the he had heard the voice before, but he still couldn't see who it was holding the lantern. He only knew that they were taller than he was, he didn't know where they wanted to take him, what they wanted to do, and that he had nothing else to do but go with them and figure out a plan from there.