1Chapter Ten

Psycho serial killers.

Coffins.

Coffins with live girls trapped on top of you.

Coffins sinking into the muddy swamp land of some godforsaken bog.

Being nearly entombed in a well with said lovely live young woman.

Watching a ghost kill your attacker - That one was almost priceless - Dean smirked.

Climbing out of said well and stealing a truck to get back to your hotel room.

Finding a goat tied to your car.

And now this...

Dean and Nia had hurried up to the room as the mud and gunk that hadn't been shifted off their bodies from the drive over now clung to them near dried to their skin...the last thing he expected aside from the goat tied to the car was to walk up to the hotel room and hear so much screaming...in another language at that.

So it was that when Dean pushed the door open and his eyes fell on the four men - one of whom was placing a silencer on a gun as he looked to...Dean shifted his gaze to Sam slumped heavily forward in the chair next to his laptop. Sam's side was marred with blood that now dripped into the floor betraying just how long it had been left untreated and then his skin looked like he'd been dipped in scalding water and now whelps were forming all over. On the table in front of Sam sat the box of Epipens that Dean remembered had been in the trunk.

Dean didn't waste a moment to think as he grabbed the side arm off the man that stood before him with his arms folded across his chest. The man hadn't heard him enter the room and wasn't aware of his presence until Dean slammed his elbow into the man's head right below his ear and raised the gun to take aim at the man with the silencer. "You picked the wrong room." Dean's voice put an end to the screaming as all eyes settled on him.

But just as quickly other guns were being drawn. It was Nia surprisingly enough that stepped in between them all despite the guns there. She walked right up to Vincent and slapped the holy hell out of him. "What in the hell are you doing?" She screamed at him.

"Saving you." Vincent ran his hand over his jaw as she stepped back placing her hands on her hips.
"You know him?" Dean asked glancing from Nia and Vincent to Sam as his worry grew...He better be alright...he had better be alright...

"Dean this is my brother Vinnie." She motioned to Sam's motionless figure in the chair. "Who's the poor guy here?"

"Sam." Dean replied quicky as he moved cautiously to feel for a pulse. When he got one he quickly grabbed one of the epipens from the table and tore the wrapper off with his teeth as he kept his gun leveled at the man with the gun.

Nia looked like of the most dangerous of all of them at the moment despite her lack of weapons as she leveled her gaze at Vincent while casting a glance back at Sam. "You were trying to save me? Save me? Vincent you are something else. In what way was kidnaping this man's brother and treating him like this going to save me? Did you even know what happened?"

"That's what I was trying to find out!" Vincent replied in his defense.

Nia held her hand up towards Sam. "This!!! is not how you find stuff out!!" She looked over to Dean still holding his gun steady as he struggled to get the epipen out. "Randolph you put that gun away right this minute." She made her way over to Dean. And took the pen from his quickly unwrapping it the rest of the way before she peeled the cap off the back and quickly slammed it into Sam's thigh. She felt of his pulse and looked to the keys on the table.

"He's got to be taken to the hospital..Vinnie I swear...the man was dying...Anaphylactic shock is not something for you to be playing around with. This is exactly why I'm not going home with you guys...I'm calling Dad and telling him that I'm taking that residency here...now you guys get this mess cleaned up and I swear you had better come to the hospital and apologize to this man Or I am telling Lydia that you have been moonlighting with that bimbo from Garrison's bar." Billy and Frank snorted in laughter until Vincent cut them a glance they quickly wiped the grins from their faces.

Dean was half listening but was more concerned about Sam as the guy with the gun finally put his away and Dean lowered his own taking the time to check the wound on Sam's side as Nia administered the epipen. She was right they had to get him to the hospital - and to talk...somehow the tiny conversation of half truths just reached the realm of NEEDING elaboration.

Dean looked over Sam's form as he saw his head lull back once the medication began to work. Dean wrapped his arm around Sam under his shoulders as he had so many times before and hoisted him to his feet as Sam looked him over with a glazed look in his eye before asking

"What happened to you?" As Sam took in the mud caked Dean and Nia he went a step further "Did you go mud wrestling?" Sam knew there was a bar down the street that was advertising the sport tonight...but he had just thought after everything...with the ghost with the Mafia...that Dean had been in trouble...now the thought of him out having fun sent so much relief through Sam that he half smiled at him.

Dean smirked and laughed as he started walking to the car...Nia following closely behind them as she continued to make threats and berate her brother for his manners and practices. "It's a long story, Sam." Dean chuckled. "It's a long story."

"So's mine." Sam leaned his head on Dean's shoulder wearily as the both of them counted their blessings that yet again...they had made it through another night alive.