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Chapter 5:

"Lemme see," Dean said, holding his hand out. Sam handed the floor plans to the building across the street over to his brother and he took another hard look at them. "Okay," Dean said after a minute. "Let's cross our fingers and hope we find something to bring back to Jaz."

Sam nodded once and took back the floor plans, folding them up and sticking them in the dashboard compartment. "Ah, Dean?"

Dean stopped, his hand on the door handle. "What?"

Sam hesitated. "If it does end up being too much for us to handle—."

"Sam," Dean growled.

"If she can help us—."

"Look, I don't like her, I don't trust her, but yes, if this turns out to be more than we can handle, we will call Ruby," he said. "She's not my favorite person—," he stopped, "—demon—," he sighed, "—dude, I'm not gonna put my pride over Trevor's life, alright?"

Sam's expression softened slightly. "Okay."

The two checked over everything they were carrying, including their holy water squirt guns, a .41 Magnum Desert Eagle, which held consecrated wrought iron rounds on the off chance they would affect the demons or if they came upon trouble of the human variety, a can of spray paint in case they had the opportunity to put up some devil's traps, and Dean with the knife in his jacket pocket. Walking across the street, Sam and Dean walked down the block, scanning the building for any signs of occupancy.

Once they'd gone over the building, seeing no indications of use, they went to the second and then the third on their list. After getting a good look around the area, Sam picked the lock on a back door of the third building while Dean stood guard. Opening the door, the two slipped inside. Forgoing flashlights for the moment, in case doing so would give away their position, they relied only on light from windows and the emergency lights and started down the hallway. Dean stuck one ear bud from the EMF meter in his ear, keeping the volume low so any sudden surge wouldn't startle him, and left the meter in his pocket to keep his hands free.

After quietly searching the above ground floors and the first basement, they took the stairs down to the second basement, presumably used for storage. As soon as Dean opened the door out of the stairwell, the EMF meter spiked. He stopped, motioning Sam back, and closed the door. He opened his jacket to show Sam the lit-up EMF and shut it off, taking the ear bud out and tucking it in his pocket.

Reopening the door, Dean slid into the musty hallway and slipped the knife out of his pocket, Sam carefully closing the door behind them. Walking slowly and quietly, eyes peeled for the slightest motion, Dean's eyes narrowed at a barely audible buzzing sound. Once they reached the end of the hallway, he realized what it was: fluorescent lights. Kneeling down beside the door, he realized there was a little light coming out from under it. There was either someone down there now or there had been.

Dean stood back up and looked to Sam, tilting his head slightly to the door and raising an eyebrow in a question: Go in now or come back later? Sam pursed his lips and motioned for Dean to go to the other side of the door. Dean did so, taking out the knife, and Sam took out one of the water guns. Sam tried the doorknob and nodded to Dean that it was open.

Sam mouthed three…

Two…

One…

Swinging the door open, Sam burst in first, swinging up his weapon and scanning the room, moving to his left to give Dean full view as well. It only took him a moment to take in everything.

There was one person to their right, sitting in a chair, whose eyes had darted up in surprise at the entrance. There was also a second standing in a lab coat in the center of the small room in a lab coat and Latex gloves, next to what looked like an operating table. On the table was a ten-year-old boy, who was staring at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes, hooked up to several machines. Sam's chest tightened at the sight of him, but didn't let it hamper his reflexes or actions.

The man who had been sitting against the wall jumped up at the intrusion, shouting out, "Hey!" as Sam sprayed holy water directly at the man, sending him fumbling backwards with a cry, and at the second man as well. However, the second man just stared at Sam in shock, not reacting to the holy water with anything but sputtering surprise as some got in his mouth.

Dean was quickly in the room and slid the blade into the throat of the demon, twisting it as it sparked and yanked it out. He turned to the other man, who Sam had darted over to, sliding the holy water gun back into his jacket and taking out the Glock instead.

Sam shoved the man up against the wall, an arm against his chest and the gun under his chin. "Who are you?" he snapped.

"P-P-Please, I-I didn't want to," the man sobbed, tears suddenly forming on his eyelids and slipping down his face. "D-Don't kill me! Please-Please don't kill me!" The man closed his eyes. "Oh God, oh God," he whispered.

"Sam I don't think he's in on it," Dean said, wiping the knife off on his jeans before sticking it back in his pocket.

"Yea?"

"Well, the dude just wet his pants."

Sam looked down and grimaced, drawing back a couple feet, but kept the gun on the man, who meekly opened his eyes. "Dean, Trevor."

"Got it," Dean said, already moving to the young boy's side. He realized that the boy's pulse was racing, his eyes looking up to Dean's full of fear, and he was whimpering every time he exhaled. "Trevor, it's okay," he said, carefully sidling up to him. "You're safe. Jaz sent us. She said…Perseus. Okay?" he asked. Trevor's eyebrows twitched slightly and then his eyes closed as he stopped whimpering, his breath gradually slowing. "He's got like three machines and three IVs hooked up to him. What'd you do to him?" Dean asked angrily, looking to the doctor.

"I-It was just tests," the man stuttered. "My-My name's Doctor Harvey Carlton. I-I work at…a hospital in Wichita Falls." It was then that Sam caught sight of the medical badge hanging from the man's lab coat. "They-They grabbed me like…three days ago…brought me here. They-They said if I didn't do wh-what they wanted, they'd kill me. Kill my wife, my daughter. I-I just did what they told me. They…brought me food, brought the boy food…. I-I saw their eyes turn black. I mean fully, totally—."

"Yea, we already got that part," Dean snapped. "Any drugs in his system? Any repercussions from the tests you did?"

"I-I don't think so. I-I mean he was different…every day I came back in. Like…they were doing something else. I don't know. I just…you're here to help him?" Dr. Carlton asked warily.

"Well you weren't really doing a great job," Dean muttered. "Can I take these IVs out?"

"Let-Let me do it," he said. He stopped before he moved toward the boy though, eyeing the gun in Sam's hand. Sam sighed and lowered the gun and Dr. Carlton carefully went to the boy, taking out the IVs. "He's…sedated. Muscle paralytic. Otherwise he-he jerks at any human contact and…Latex gloves don't seem to be thick enough to hamper that."

"Yea, we know that," Dean said softly. "How long before it wears off?"

"Probably…half an hour."

"Okay. You know when the others are gonna be back?"

Dr. Carlton glanced at his watch. "Should be…in about an hour," he said, turning off the machines and taking the pulse monitor off Trevor's finger, among other things. "They tell me what they want me to do and…give me six hours a day to do it. They, ah…get back at three."

Dean put on the pair of black gloves he had in his pocket as Dr. Carlton finished. Sam took his jacket off and carefully wrapped Trevor in it, since he was only wearing a hospital gown, before Dean picked him up. "There we go," he murmured. "We're gonna bring you back to Jaz, okay?" Trevor didn't say anything; he just looked up at Dean for a moment before he closed his eyes.

"We're out of here," Sam said, tucking the gun in the small of his back and letting his shirt fall over it, glancing to the doctor. "Come on." Dr. Carlton looked slightly startled for a moment, but didn't hesitate to go with Sam and Dean up the stairs. "How many were there?" Sam asked.

"Uh…there was the one…in the basement…and-and two more that come back at three," Dr. Carlton said.

"Dean, if we've got an hour—."

"Yea, get on your cell, call the cell we left Jaz with, tell her we're on our way back. We'll leave Trevor with her and come back here," Dean said.

As they walked out the front door of the building, Sam turned and stopped, facing Dr. Carlton, who abruptly came to a halt himself. "We're going to come back to see if we can get the other two guys, okay? You need to wait until 3:30 to call 911. We'll be gone by the time they get here. With any luck, there'll be two more bodies, so just say that when we got there, you took off running, didn't see anything else. Understand?"

Dr. Carlton blinked. "What?"

Sam sighed in annoyance. "Look at it this way. Do you want the other two guys to come back to police here and take off, leaving them free to go kill you and your family?" The doctor visibly paled. "That's what I thought. Look, go over to that building there, hide out back, by the dumpsters or something, and wait until your watch reads 3:30 PM to dial 911, okay?" Dr. Carlton nodded once stiffly. "Do us a favor if you could; don't give the sketch artists much to go on when they ask about us?" Sam asked.

"Ah…yea…sure, of course," Dr. Carlton managed to get out. "I-I just…those men—."

"Unless you want to sound like a wacko, I'd leave out the black eyes part," Sam told him. At that, he turned and went after Dean, who was already halfway to the car.