Chapter 10:

Sam recoiled as much as possible as the huge man with the big, black vase came towards him. Sam was too preoccupied to notice the symbols etched into the vase, he was thinking more of getting as far away from it as possible. Laya Kayla has a look of desperate anticipation on her face, if she was human, she would have been sweating like a whore in church.

The man placed the vase on a table beside Sam and then started to chant a chant that was soon picked up by the rest of the cloaked figures. Dean sat there pondering his options, he couldn't do much else, being tied to a chair and gagged.

Okay Dean, I gotta figure out a way to get me and Sammy out of here, ASAP! Dammit, why'd they have to leave the warehouse? At least dad woulda come as backup, if he bothered to check his messages. But if he did, now he has no fucking clue where we are. C'mon Dean, think! Wait a minute...Those idiots didn't take my knife! I can cut myself out!

Dean reached into his back jeans pocket, he was still perplexed by the fact that they didn't search him. He pulled out the switchblade and hastily opened it, his fingers trembling. He started cutting at the rough rope as inconspicuously as possible, which probably didn't matter, since he was in the corner and everyone's attention was either on his or her chant, or Sam.

Dean finally cut loose, what to do now was the question. Why can't I ever come up with plans to get us out of trouble? He looked around for any options, checking out the room. There were people and candles, he had his knife, and he could take a hostage, but whom? It was almost suicide but what other options did he have?

Dean took one quick look at his surrounds and made his move. He took out his gag, still no one noticed him. He swiftly jumped out of his chair and grabbed the person closest to him from behind, who just happened to be Laya Kayla and put the knife to her throat. This is so fucking stupid! He thought to himself.

"You move and I'll cut your throat!" Dean whispered in her ear. Her breathing became erratic and short, like she was having a panic attack, and she looked up at Dean...with blue eyes.

"Dean, it's Kate."

"Sorry." He began to pull the knife away when he heard her voice in his head.

No! Keep it, I've got an idea, just do what you were going to do, and for chrissakes, follow my lead!

Dean gave himself a moment to absorb this, which was a moment too long, and then the cloaked cultists finally noticed that Dean was free and was currently holding their queen in a 'not-so-friendly' manner.

"Get back! I'll kill her!" Dean screamed and tightened his grip on the small woman.

What in the hell is he doing'? Sam thought, finally taking notice of what was happening around him.

The cultists advanced on him then abruptly stopped. Dean began to back away when he noticed the stern concentrated look she was giving them all. They all just stood there for a minute, then cleared them a path towards Sam. Dean led Kate towards Sam. She looked at the man who was going to open the vase and said in a commanding voice.

"Release him."

"M'lady, I do not understand..."

"You question my reasoning?" She said, if Dean didn't know better, he could have sworn it was still Laya Kayla, he looked into her eyes just to make sure, still blue. The guard looked like he just shat himself. And stammered.

"N-n-n-n-o-o-o-no-no-no." And with trembling fingers, un-chained and removed his gag. Sam held his sore hand, which was most likely broken in 2 places.

"Sam, we're leaving, now!"

He didn't have to be told twice, and with Kate in tow, him and Dean walked out of the temple. The place was underground, but after 16 flights of stairs, they were out in the city street. Dean let go of Kate and walked towards a nearby car, which evidently had really cheap locks.

With Sam in the passenger seat and Kate in the back, and Dean driving the Volvo, sneer on his face.

"So what'd you do back there?" And he gave Kate a questioning look through the rearview mirror.

She looked a little surprised that he asked this. "I told them it was part of her plans."

"What plans?"

"I'll tell you when we find a place to stay, right now, I'm going to sleep."

She simply fell sideways into unconsciousness, leaving Sam and Dean to contemplate what to do.