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Just Another Bad Day
Chapter eleven
"You're not going to gain anything by keeping my brother and these people here. If I can't kill this thing and it gets out of the basement….well you could have a blood bath on your hands."
"I'm not leaving here till I get what we came for. And I'm not letting anyone leave until that happens."
"You know you really are an idiot like your partner said, you don't seem to realize that both your buddies are either dead or turned. … You're in this mess on your own pal and if I was you I'd get the hell out of here while I still could."
"I'm not leaving here without the girl. She's my money ticket…I grab her and I'm set for the rest of my life."
"You won't have a life if that thing gets loose. Think about it….you could leave now and the odds of getting caught are ninety nine to one, I'll make sure no one follows you. But it you stick around or any of these people get hurt, you're going to be hounded by the cops for the rest of your life. You seem to forget, three of you were in on it before, now it's only you."
"Well then it just means more money for me doesn't it?" Jim was determined not to leave without the girl. If his partner's were really dead it meant all the ransom money would be his. "Go on….go down and see what's happening down there."
Dean glanced down at the gun which was still pointed at Sam.
"First take that gun off of my brother." Dean looked back up at Jim. "If anything happens to him….you're dead."
"Well that's up to you isn't it. You take care of whatever is in the basement and your brother lives, you don't…he dies."
"I need to get some equipment out of my car."
"No, you're not going anywhere except in that basement."
"He needs his equipment….that thing will kill him if he doesn't have the right tools." Sam said as he painfully pushed himself up to a sitting position. Karen put her hand on his chest and tried to hold him down.
"You got to calm down Sam, you'll only pop your stitches again." She gently pushed on his chest trying to get him to lie back down but he fought her.
"He's not going down there without the equipment he needs."
"Take it easy Sammy." Dean walked back to his brother and knelt down next to him. "Sam you got to try and stay still or you'll start bleeding again."
"I don't care….you're not going down there without a stake and Holy Water." Sam looked at Jim. "He can't kill that thing without them."
"Why do you need a stake?" Jim asked Dean.
"Vampire and stake sort of go hand in hand if you know what I mean." Dean said sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me!" Jim held up his gun "Remember I'm the one with the gun…. Now get down in the basement and find out what's going on."
"No! That thing will kill him!" Sam protested still struggling to get up.
"He's right." Dean looked at Jim. "If it takes me down there will nothing to stop it from coming up those steps and getting to you."
Jim ran his hand through his hair as he looked nervously at the basement door; he had no idea what to do. If that thing did kill him it could escape from the basement and then what….
"Okay, okay…..you go get the stake but I'll be watching and if you come back with anything except that stake your brother dies."
"I only need the stake and a bottle of holy water….and that's all I'm going to get."
"It better be, or your brother is going to be in a lot more pain from more then just his appendix."
Dean glared at Jim. If anything happened to Sam he'd make him wish he'd never been born.
He patted Sam on the shoulder before standing up.
"I'll be right back."
Dean then left and walked through the dining room ignoring the questioning looks he got from the other patrons. They had heard the commotion in the kitchen and basement but had no idea what was going on.
Jim walked over to the window and watched Dean go to his car and open his trunk. He slipped a bottle of holy water into his jacket and picked up two silver stakes just incase Frank had been turned. He then glanced at one of the guns in the trunk but he knew Jim was watching and couldn't take the chance of Jim seeing him pick it up. He didn't have any doubt that Jim would shoot Sam if he tried anything. He knew now that Jim was the only one left he could take him down without any problem if he could get close enough to him, but there was always the small chance he could get a bullet off first and he couldn't take the chance that either Sam or an innocent person could get hit. He slammed the trunk down and headed back into the restaurant.
He walked back into the kitchen and over to the basement door.
"Remember; try anything funny and your brother dies." Jim said.
Dean looked over at Sam.
"This will be over soon."
Sam blinked back tears; he hated the thought of his brother going into the basement alone with no one to back him up.
"Here." Sam reached in his pocket and took out his cross. He knew Dean carried his own cross but since he couldn't go with his brother he wanted something of his to go in his place.
Dean walked over and took the cross from Sam and hung it around his neck. He gave him a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry….it's going to be alright."
Sam nodded.
"Be careful."
"Always." He smiled down at his brother then looked at Karen. "Take care of him."
She gave him a small smile and nodded.
He then walked over to the basement door, opened it, and headed down the steps.
TBC
