The girl parked up outside of an apartment complex, one which was abandoned and clearly hadn't been opened its doors to anyone in years. She stepped out of the vehicle and dipped in the back to haul out Sam. Once again she threw him over her shoulder like a scarf.
Dean parked the Impala just around the corner as to not arouse suspicion. He tailed his brother and the woman who had him under her spell. They went up 3 flights of stairs and around a winding set of corridors before approaching a dead end hallway, at the end of which a dark mahogany door stood in perfect condition. All the other doors in the building they had past were about to fall of their hinges and with the paint peeling in the best conditions, but this one was spotless. Too spotless.
The girl chucked Sam to the floor as she casually opened the door with a powerful kick before grabbing his arm and dragging him in with ease after her. Dean pulled a gun from inside his jacket as he usually would and walked cautiously down the hallway, even from where he was standing he could hear the clattering of iron chains from in the apartment. Dean wasn't quite sure what he would find, the sensible side of him (well, what was left of it anyway) expected it to be half derelict and be just a crappy bed in the middle of the room, but then there was the other side of Dean who kind of expected it to be some sort of freaky torture chamber. Dean was a few steps away from the door. Suddenly something tapped him on the shoulder. Dean spun around gun facing forward.
"Hello Dean" Cas smiled childishly in his trench coat. Dean lowered his gun with exasperation.
"Cas!" Dean said attempting not to shout "I told you to get outta my ass!" Cas smirked and dean instantly knew what his partner was about to say.
"That's not what you said last night!" Cas chuckled.
"We need to get Sammy to stop teaching you these, if he isn't dead already. I'll kill him".
Dean kicked the door off its hinges and strolled in holding his pistol tight with both hands, Cas followed sweetly. To Dean's surprise it was neither of the two prospects he had envisioned. instead it was elegantly furnished with mahogany furniture with a large four poster stationed in the middle of the room. Dean's gaze was drawn to the bed, where Sam was chained. The girl however was nowhere to be seen. Dean rushed over to his sleeping brother. Sam was cold, almost lifeless. Dean attempted to bring him around but all that the moose could do was lay there unconscious. Suddenly the angel and the hunter heard footsteps coming their way from within a conjoining room. Cas grabbed dean's shoulder as he transported the two of them outside of the apartment.
"Cas!" Dean yelled "I could've had her".
"Dean" Cas replied calmly "did you see a mirror in there?" he asked his companion.
"Well, no." the hunter admitted.
"We need a mirror to smash in front of her WHILST she's looking Dean!" and with that the angel vanished. Dean raised his hands in anger, he knew that Cas was right which he hated and what more he wished that he wouldn't just appear and disappear like some magic trick. Within a minute the angel was back beside dean holding a black mirror.