Chapter 6

After several shots at the handle, the door finally gave way. Dean kicked at the door and slid though with his shotgun at the ready. The brothers scanned every corner of the room but there was no sign of either Karla or Felicity.

Dean's brow furrowed. "Son of a ….. where the hell did they go?"

"I can't see them getting out the way we came in." Sam said looking up at the cellar door entrance. "There's gotta be another way out."

They began to scour around the small room until Sam came across a trap door on the floor. He pulled at the handle and the door opened easily. He shone the torch down the small descending tunnel, picking out mossy covered walls and not much else.

"Looks like it's down the hatch we go then." Dean said, handing Sam his shotgun. Once at the bottom, Sam threw down the gun and torch, then began to climb down himself.

Once at the bottom of the shaft, they made quick progress up a tunnel which ended in another wooden door.

"What's with all the doors in this place?" Dean tried the handle and the door slowly opened.

They slowly made their way into the dimly lit room. "What is this place?" Sam asked in a whispered tone.

"Looks like some kind of torture chamber." Dean responded, as he walked over to where a set of chains were fastened to the wall. "Someone's a very sick puppy." He mumbled.

"Dean! Behind you!" Sam yelled.

Dean turned around to find Karla running from the shadows at him with a knife. Dean tried to weave away and dart out of the way but Karla had the surprise factor and ran the knife into his right side. With a groan, he collapsed to the floor – the pain searing through his body.

Sam raised his gun and levelled it at Karla as she stood over Dean ready to run the knife into him again.

"Karla!" Came Felicity's strangled cry. Karla turned her blank eyes to stare at Felicity, giving Sam enough time to close the distance and crash tackle her to the ground – both of them connecting with the wall heavily.

Sam struggled to his feet, his vision blurred from where his head had hit the wall as Karla lay unmoving. Walking on unsteady feet, he made his way over to his brother and knelt down beside him. He turned Dean over and gently pried Dean's hand away from the wound in his side.. Blood was quickly staining Dean's t-shirt. "Damn it Sammy she got me!" Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Hang in there Dean!" Sam said as he began to pull Dean's t-shirt up to inspect the wound inflicted by Karla.

Felicity, meanwhile, had made her way over to where Karla lay in a crumpled heap in the corner. "Oh jeez Karla! What the hell's happening?" She whimpered, sweeping a lock of her blonde hair from her face. Karla's eyes flew open and her hands reached out for Felicity and physically pushed her away and across the room. She rose to her feet and approached where Sam was kneeling over his brother.

Karla grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and with a deep-throated growl, pulled at him, sending Sam flailing backwards. She then turned and levelled a kick at Sam which struck him in the stomach. With a grunt, Sam doubled over. "You were warned." Karla said as she levelled another kick at Sam. "You will die." Her foot connected again.

"Hey bitch!" Karla turned and came face to face with Dean, who had struggled to his feet and had his shotgun levelled at Karla. Dean pulled the trigger and fired a round of rock salt at her. Karla once more fell down in a crumpled heap. Dean dropped his shotgun and holding onto his wound, made his way over to his brother. "Sammy!" he carefully knelt down beside him.

Sam's eyes fluttered open and began to focus. "What happened?" He said sitting up.

"You just got taken out by a girl." Dean said with a grimace.

Sam looked his brother's wound, noticing the blood seeping through his fingers. "We gotta get that seen to."

"Think we've got a bigger problems than that right now –like, how do we get outta here?" Dean said, as they both struggled to their feet.

Felicity was also getting to her feet, using the wall for support. She rubbed her forehead where a large bruise was already forming. "What the hell is going on around here?"

"Must be another way out somewhere." Sam said, as he began to scan the walls for another possible exit with the torch in hand. Sam let his free hand wander over the rough wall surface until he noticed a loose brick. "I think I've found something." Sam pushed harder on the brick until it fell through to the other side. He shone the torch though the small opening but was unable to discern anything. He began to push on another brick and found that it easily fell away also. After pushing several more bricks through, the opening was wide enough for Sam to put his arm through, once more shining the torch to reveal an ancient set of hewn stone stairs leading upwards.

"Found a staircase." Sam said turning to the others.

Felicity stepped forward. "Let me help you." She said beginning to forcefully push against the bricks.

After several minutes, a hole was wide enough for them to climb through. Sam went through first, followed by Felicity. Dean stopped just short of going through and turned to look back at Karla. "Any ideas what we're gonna do about her?" He asked.

"I could stay with her." Felicity offered.

"And when she wakes up and begins to toss you around like a pinball again, what happens then?" Dean said.

"Oh! I don just don't know anymore!" Felicity said with anguish.

It was then, that a low moan was heard coming from Karla. Sam shone the torch onto her face, just as her eyes fluttered open.

Felicity was in two minds as to whether she should go to her friend or run away as quickly as she could the opposite direction but her feet seemed welded to the floor.

Karla slowly sat up and grabbed at her head as Dean stood protectively in front of Felicity, pointing the shotgun in Karla's direction.

Karla's eyes turned into saucers when she noticed Dean and Sam standing in front of her, with guns pointed. "Who the hell are you and why are you pointing those guns at me? And where am I?"

Felicity stepped around Dean when she heard the normal tones of Karla's voice. "Karla?" She asked in a whispered tone.

"Flick? What….what…I….I…I….what the hell is going on? Are we dead?"

A small smile spread over the Felicity's face as her friend used her nickname. She covered the short distance to her, kneeled down and took her in an affectionate embrace. "You're you!" She squealed. "God! It's good to have you back!"

"Have I been somewhere?" Karla asked

"You've been missing for 11 days girl!" Felicity said, holding Karla at arms length to look at her.

"Missing? No! I came to work on Saturday……. And now I'm here?" Karla's confusion was growing.

"Today's Tuesday – over a week and a half later!" Felicity explained.

"Ah, I hate to break up this touching reunion, but we're getting outta here and I figured you might like to join us. But perhaps you just wanna stay here and catch up." Dean said dripping sarcasm.

Sam looked sideways and frowned at his brother's sarcastic tone. "Dean, enough!"

Dean looked back at his brother and said, "Well, hello! Bleeding! Remember? Knife wound!"

Sam was about to give a retort which died on his lips as he noticed just how pale Dean's face was and that his brow was glistening with perspiration as leaned slightly forward applying pressure to his wound. "Yeah, point taken. Let's move."

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