Dean ignored the burning in his throat as he scrambled to his feet, blood rushing from his head forcing him to stay still for just a second so he wouldn't pass out. Once he was able to move without the threat of passing out Dean grabbed he last spear on the wall, tying it to his back with four of the ropes that were left over. As he was fixing the knots he asked, "How many are there Sam?"

Sam was watching Dean, his mind trying to catch up to the situation that was swirling around him, "I don't know."

Dean stopped tying, his eyes going to his brother and voice stern, "How many Sam?"

"I don't know Dean! Anywhere between five and eight. There was no set number…" Sam was in a state of panic, everything happening far to fast.

"What is it Sam? Five or eight?" Dean was angry now. How was he supposed to kill these things if he didn't know how many of them he was looking for?

Before Sam had the chance to reply there came a frightful banging from the other side of the wall, the entire foundation shaking from the force of each blow. Dean faced the wall, watching the wall pulse with each strike. Pulling out a knife, the same one that he used to fray the wires that were lining the door, he started sawing through them, breaking one and moving on to the next.

"What are you doing?" Sam's voice was higher than normal, squeaking just a tiny bit.

"Getting out. I'd rather have a way to escape than be stuck in here with all of them, how ever many there are." Dean continued sawing, each wire snapping after a few quick motions. Sam remained motionless until the last wire snapped, clearing the doorway for the boys to leave. The pounding on the wall finally came to a breaking point when the plaster gave way, bursting to the inside of the room. Dean took that was his queue to leave, rushing out the door and yelling, "Over here fugly! Come and get me!"

There were seven of them, each one turning to look at Dean with the same glowing red eyes. Six of them broke off from the pack and rushed towards Dean, making him run down the hallway and out of Sam's sight. The last one stayed, walking through the hole in the wall, taunting Sam as it did so.

"The youngest Winchester stays to fight. You know Sam; you've done nothing wrong, blameless, guiltless, spotless. The better of the brothers, the perfect son, doing what his mother wanted, being the independent son his father never knew that he wanted. You are the prime example Sam, what everyone should strive to be. Killing you would make me most unhappy. Come out Sam; don't make this harder than it already is. You come and now and I'll let you go. It's your brother that we want. Leave him to us and you can go free, leave this town and go to your parents, forget that you ever had a brother and live your life the way that you wanted, the way you were before that mad man came stumbling into your life. Leave and be free of him, forever." The man was walking around the room, searching the shadows for Sam, his eyes scanning the room, digging deep into the corners.

As he was walking into the room, Sam had quickly pulled the spear out of the hanging body, moving into the farthest corner of the room. He waited, making sure that he was unseen before he made a move. The things back was turned to him, giving Sam a perfect opportunity that he took.

Making one quick calculated jab Sam aimed for the things heart, and missed. The creature roared, it's head rolling, startling Sam. He pulled the spear back out, and ducked. It was a good thing that he did too as the monster spun, it's arm swinging around, trying to grab whatever was behind it. From Sam's kneeling position he tried the spear one more time, hitting the heart right on this time.

The creature fell like a rock, dead instantly. Sam let out a nervous chuckle, his laughter helping his relax. Looking from the body to the roof he sighed, picking up the rope and putting it around the things neck, lugging it up muttering the entire time.

Dean ran down the hallway, turning corners sharply and going through the maze of rooms. He could hear the footsteps of seven people thundering after him, slowly fading farther and farther into the distance. Once he was sure that they were far enough behind him Dean turned into a bedroom, sliding beside the doorframe, pressing his body as far into the wall as it would go.

He waited as the footsteps went by him, slower than they were before but still rushing by. Dean waiting a few more seconds, having only seen five go by. The last one walked by, scanning the halls and the rooms adjoined to make sure that Dean didn't do exactly what he just had.

Its head poked into the room, the red eyes illuminating the barest of space around its face. Dean waited, counting to three inside his head before grabbing the body, pulling it into the blackness with him.

Dean made quick work of him, stabbing him through the heart quickly, the body hitting the floor with a hard thud. He strung the body up the same way his brother did, trying to figure out how to tie the knot in the same way that his brother did.

He was holding the rope in his hand, using his body weight to keep the black form in the air when he noticed a faint glow of red on the body that he was facing. The breath that huffed out on the back of his neck making his blood go cold.

There was one right behind him.