Chapter Ten
Dean woke with a groan, unaware of how long it had been. Rolling himself over and slowly sitting up, Dean bit back the nausea that was fighting its way to the surface and pushed away the stars dancing in front of his eyes.
Using one hand to push himself off the floor, Dean used the other to wipe blood from his eye. Once standing, he cautiously touched the just above his eyebrow, coming in contact with the cut he hissed. Ignoring it for now, Dean looked around the room from his brother.
Dean wasn't very surprised when he saw that Sam wasn't there, but his worry increased exponentially. The house was enormous and Dean didn't know how he was going to find him. Then he noticed something by the door. Upon inspection, he found that it was blood, probably from the gouge on Sam's cheek.
Following the tiny droplets, Dean made his way slowly from the second floor to the first. When the trail ended just before the end of one of the hallways, Dean cursed and turned to check one of the rooms.
Before he could open the door, footsteps rounded the corner and the group of officers of the law came toward Dean.
"Hey!" One of the officers shouted out upon noticing him.
Not feeling inclined to a chase, Dean stopped and turned around. "Yes?" He said with the best innocent face he could manage with blood running into one eye from the cut above it.
"You're not supposed to be in here." One man asked as the other asked at the same time, "What happened to you?" the local detectives asked their grilling questions at the same time.
"I tripped and smacked my head, I'll be fine," Dean said, relived to see that Miss. Padalecki wasn't with them; otherwise his cover would have been blown. "I didn't know that tours were closed for the day. I'll just grab my brother and get out."
Dean fought the urge to fidget, when the entire group seemed to be sizing him up. Finally, one of the FBI agents spoke, "More of our people just arrived, I want you to go outside and wait with them. I want to talk to you." The man's voice promised painful retribution if Dean wasn't there.
Dean nodded and agreed. He planned to be there all right, but with the killer of those people and his brother by his side. Turning, he walked down that hall and away from the cops, who had gone back the way they came. Rounding the corner, something caught his eye; light coming from in-between two panels.
Curiously, Dean pushed on the panel, giving a satisfied smirk when it slid open. Entering the space, Dean found himself in a long, dimly lit hallway running parallel with the hallway on the other side of the wall.
Moving slowly, Dean made his way toward the end of the hall. He had almost reached his destination, when he paused for a moment, hearing a noise. After a moment, he identified it as someone breathing.
Before he could take another step, something bowled into him, sending him to the ground. It didn't take him long before he realized that it was Miss. Padalecki. As quietly as he could, he fought her, finally managing to knock her out with a punch to the head.
Dragging her to the end of the hall, Dean left her to the side of the single door the resided there. Hearing a voice, he cautiously opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw Sam tied to a chair and a woman standing over him with a knife under his chin.
Hoping Sam distracted the woman, Dean opened the door more and slid in, making his way toward the two. When the woman let out an angry howl, Dean winced but moved quickly when she raised the knife she held to attack Sam.