Chapter Seven
After searching room after room—Dean had lost count after 25, or stopped caring; one of those two—and getting no reaction whatsoever on the EMF meter, Dean was getting bored. Stopping in one room, he put the EMF meter away and walked over to the window.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked from the door.
Without turning around, Dean said, "There's nothing here. It's time to go. I'm tired, hungry and hot."
Sam looked like he was going to object, but after a moment he nodded, "You're right. Whoever killed those people wasn't supernatural." He turned to leave but quickly moved back into the room when he heard voices coming down the hall.
Closing the door most of the way, he looked out through the crack and saw the group of police at the far end of the hall.
"What is it?" Dean whispered.
Sam closed the door all the way and turned around, "The group of cops and they're checking all the rooms."
"Crap," Dean said as he looked for a way out of the room besides the door. Eyeing the window again, he made his way over and sighed in relief when it opened. Looking out, he saw a ledge that they could stand on. Turning to face Sam, he said, "Let's go," and began climbing out.
"You can't be serious," Sam responded as he watched Dean disappear from sight. Any further complaints he may have had where headed off when he heard the door of the room beside them open and the voices get closer. Climbing out of the window, he barely got the window shut enough not to be noticeable and out of sight before the group entered the room.