Chapter 5
It was close to 9pm when they pulled up in front of Felicity's place where she was sitting on the front porch, waiting. She ran to the car and bounced into the back seat. "Evening boys." She said.
"Hey there." Sam turned in his seat and gave Felicity his best smile.
After that, the trip to the Conrad Mansion was a very quiet one.
Once parked a short distance from the Mansion, Dean turned to Sam, "Let's get this done shall we?" He then exited the car and went around to the boot.
As he opened it, Felicity's eyes opened wide. "My God! You've got a damned arsenal in here!"
Dean smiled and looked sideways at her. "Tools of the trade." He then reached for a gun and tossed it to Sam and reached in for a rifle; stuffing his pockets with salt rounds for himself then slammed the boot shut. "Okay, let's get this show on the road."
They made their way around the back of the Mansion towards the slave quarters – the only sound being the soft crackle of the crushed gravel under their feet.
"Why don't you two check down there and I'll start up this end. We'll meet back here in 20 minutes" Dean whispered. Sam and Felicity made their way down the short row of slave quarters.
Each room Felicity and Sam entered yielded nothing of interest. Getting a little frustrated, Felicity let out a load groan. "This is so useless!" She whined. "How the heck are we gonna find Karla around here? There's nothing to show that she's even been here!"
"We just have to keep looking until we find something. I know you're frustrated but sometimes these things have their own time line."
Felicity's shoulders sagged. "Yeah, I know. I'm just being a pain I guess."
A small smile reached Sam's lips. "If it were me, I'd be a pain as well."
After half an hour they met up again with Dean; nothing to show for their searching.
"So, now what happens?" Felicity asked.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Perhaps we've missed something." Sam said. "Let's go check around the back of the Mansion and see if there's some other entrance or something."
"Why not?" Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders.
The three of them walked up the side of the large house and around the back, keeping their torches directed at the ground ahead of them.
It was Dean that came across the covered up cellar doors under some dirt and leaves. "Well now, what have we got here?" He whispered. "Sammy, gimme a hand with these shutters." Between the two of them they managed to pry the rusty doors open. Sam shone his torch down the wooden steps but all that could be seen were plenty of cobwebs.
Felicity shuffled from foot to foot wanting to get into the cellar. "What are we waiting for?" She asked as she grabbed Sam's torch and began to climb down the stairs.
"Hey! Wait!" Sam hissed as he grabbed for her arm. But before Sam could stop her from going any further, the steps under Felicity's feet began to creak and groan. She turned around and looked up at Sam, reaching out her hand towards him.
As Sam stretched and reached for her hand, the stairs began to crumble underneath her. Felicity's fingers missed grabbing onto Sam's by the barest of margins and she slipped from his sight. Sam grabbed Dean's torch and shone it down into the cellar. Nothing could be seen except a cloud of billowing dust.
"Damn it!" Dean said. "What is it with her? She just won't listen!"
"Felicity!" Sam called. No response. "Felicity!" He called again. Still no response. A third time. "Felicity!" This time, a weak groan was heard. "I'm going down. " Sam said.
"Sammy, be careful." Dean said, taking the torch and shining it down to the floor below. Sam let his body over the side of the entrance and let his body drop down several feet below. Dean threw the torch down to him and commenced his own climb down.
Sam shone the torch around and made out the vague shape of Felicity lying under a pile of broken wood. He raced over to her, throwing the pieces of wood away.
Felicity turned over and slowly opened her eyes to look at Sam "I guess that was pretty stupid huh?" She muttered, rubbing her shoulder.
"Are you hurt?" Sam asked.
"Hit my shoulder on the way down but I guess I'll live." Felicity replied. Sam helped her to her feet.
Felicity looked at Dean. "Don't you dare say anything!" She warned him. Dean put his arms up in surrender before leaning down to retrieve the other torch. He tapped it several times and then gave up, concluding it was not going to work.
The three of them began to look around, noticing another doorway on the other side of the room. Dean tried the handle and it turned easily. He slowly pulled the door open and peered through into the next room. "Hand me the flashlight." He said reaching back. Sam placed it into his hand.
Before Dean could shine it into the room, several wooden torches along the wall seemed to flame up by themselves.
All three of them began to look around, not knowing what was happening.
The next thing Dean knew, he was being physically pulled into the room and thrown against the far wall with a heavy thud – hard enough to know the breath out of him.
"Dean!" Sam called out entering the room, but he too was flung across the room and landed next to Dean.
Felicity stood in the doorway, too frightened to move – fearing she would be the next to be thrown against the wall.
Sam and Dean were struggling to their feet and were once again thrown against the wall. This time, being pinned there by an unknown force.
Out of the corner of her eye, Felicity caught movement. She turned and came face to face with Karla. With a sharp intake of breath, she reached out to grab her arm, but Karla took a step away from her.
"You shouldn't have come here." Karla whispered, her face expressionless. "He will make you pay."
Felicity took in the sight of her friend, not liking what she saw. Karla was pale, her clothes dishevelled and torn, her eyes bloodshot with a vacant stare.
"My God Karla! I've been so worried! What the hell happened to you? Where have you been?" Felicity threw the questions at her friend.
From where Dean was pinned against the wall, he could see that Karla was not herself. "Felicity!" He yelled. "Stay away from her! She's possessed!"
Felicity turned towards Dean and Sam and gave them a disbelieving look. "Huh? What do you mean! This is Karla! She's alive!"
"He's right Felicity! That's not the Karla you knew!" Sam said through clenched teeth, trying with all his might to release himself from the force that was holding him and his brother captive.
Before Felicity could turn back to face her friend, Karla's arm snaked around her throat in a vice-like grip and Karla started to drag her back through the open doorway. Felicity began to kick and squirm, trying to free herself.
Both Sam and Dean doubled their efforts to try and free themselves but had no impact on the invisible force pinning them fast to the wall.
Felicity intensified her struggles to free herself from Karla's grasp as she was dragged back through the doorway. Dean and Sam could see the two women silhouetted in the doorway seconds before the door slammed shut with a thud that sounded loud enough to splinter the frame.
As the diminishing sound of the slamming door began to fade, both brothers were released from the invisible force and fell to the floor.
"Sam! You okay?" Dean asked, his green scanning the floor for his shotgun.
"Yeah. You?" Sam responded.
"M'fine. C'mon!" Dean found his shotgun close by and scooped it up and as he hastily made his way to the door, with Sam close behind.
Dean grabbed and twisted the handle but the door did not budge. "You've gotta be kiddin' me!"
"Let me try." Sam said, as he readied himself to charge the door with his shoulder. After several attempts, the door stayed firmly in position.
"This ain't working Sam!" Dean said.
"Ya think?" Sam said, rubbing his now throbbing shoulder. Sam them reached for his gun tucked into the back of his jeans. "Lemme try this." He took aim at the door handle and began to fire a full clip at it.
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