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Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Sept 21, 2010 7:58:44 GMT -8
“You do know that you’ll have to eventually put that gun away…otherwise it might attract some unwanted attention”
“You’re gonna attract some unwanted attention from my fists if you don’t shut up and get a move on.” Dean warned, annoyed that the kid had a point. He couldn’t very well go wandering down the street with his gun on show, but he could put it in his pocket and still keep it aimed at the guy. Might look a bit awkward, but it would keep him on his toes.
He did just that, pleased when the kid saw sense enough to give up his own weapon. Clearly Dean hadn’t lost his touch when it came to intimidating people into doing what he wanted. A little part of him wondered if he was that good at it before going to Hell, or if his time served under Alastair’s supervision had improved his skills.
As they left the apartment, Dean closed the distance between them, giving the younger man a rough shove now and then to make sure he wasn’t getting any bright ideas about tricking him. Whenever it seemed he was considering making a run for it, Dean would grab him by the scruff of his neck and forcefully turn him back in the right direction. It didn’t take long to get there but when they finally wandered into the sorry excuse for a movie theatre’s car lot, Dean was both pissed and concerned. His car wasn’t there.
Considering the rundown state of the place, he was worried that someone else might have stolen it from the guy who’d originally stolen it or worse, the cops had picked it up and were currently wondering why there were so many fake ID’s in the glove box. For once he just hoped the kid had lied about it's location.
“I don’t see my car.” Dean growled dangerously, pulling his gun out of his pocket again. He didn’t aim it yet, not particularly worried that the kid would run off when he was standing in the way of the only exit he could see. He did however, make a big show of checking the clip to make sure it had plenty of bullets in it before slamming it back home again with more force than necessary.
“You got three seconds to explain and then I’m taking out a kneecap.” He aimed at the guy‘s left knee just as voice appeared behind him.
“Well, well Mr. Carter I didn’t expect you so early. And you have brought a friend with you how nice”
Dean turned to the side, keeping the kid in his eye line whilst he took in the sight of the new guy and his two goons. The Hispanic looking man seemed to be the leader of whatever little street gang this was but he didn’t have nearly enough presence to scare Dean. His car-theiving new friend however seemed to straighten himself up a little more as though he was addressing someone important.
“Who the Hell are you?” He demanded, wondering if this was the guy who really had his car since he was acting like he owned the place.
“Ray Hernandez. I don’t believe we’ve met Mr. Winchester”
All of a sudden, Dean got the distinct feeling that this wasn’t going to go particularly well. People who knew who he was before he knew who they were, well they tended to want his head on a stick. The name didn’t ring a bell and neither did the face but he had so many enemies, sometimes it was hard to keep track.
“Do I know you?” His hand gripped the gun tighter, muscles ready to lift his arm and fire the moment anyone decided they were going to do anything he didn’t like.
The name Winchester rang familiar to Lucas, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He just couldn’t place it. Well at least he was sure that he didn’t know this guy, he tended to remember people who pull their guns at him or his kneecaps. Not to mention the guys who walk down streets with him while tugging at him the whole time. Yet he found himself completely out of his depth when Ray introduced himself to the gun wielding lunatic. Ray on the other hand was a familiar animal. Always the creature of habit Ray was ruthless and wasn’t bothered by little things like human life, especially if it threatened him in any way.
“Do I know you?” the man next to him asked
“Personally? Goodness no” Ray replied to Winchesters question, Ray was never polite well not unless he was certain that he had the upper hand “Although I believe that you have met a few friends of mine a bit to the south” Ray continued to talk calmly as the two men by his side both pulled back their jackets revealing guns of their own. It was a warning mess with us and we’ll blow you away. One that Lucas understood very well, one that he learned to fear. Naturally he had no idea how good of a shoot his semi-kidnaper was but what were the chances that he could incapacitate all three men before one shot back? Practically none.
It was that moment when Lucas saw Ray do something he never saw coming. He smiled, but it wasn’t just a smile, something erupted from under his lips…a second set of teeth? Lucas gulped as he took a step back.
“Most are a head shorter now” Ray explained somehow managing to articulate his words through his extruding fangs “One survived though, was rather specific about your appearance… Dean I presume?” For all the fucked up weirdness Ray seemed still to be unnervingly calm as did the Winchester guy, Lucas on the other hand felt cold sweat starting to erupt on his back. Why on earth did all of this shit happen to him? “Or is it Sam?”
“Ray I asked where Mouse is” he interrupted, drawing Ray’s attention to himself. For a moment Ray looked at him amazed as if he had forgotten that Lucas was standing there. He grinned at him, he felt an urge to step back, but somehow he managed to resist holding his ground. This wasn’t about him being afraid, it was about Mouse. The guy had given him a roof over his head when he needed one he couldn’t balk out on him now, he owed him.
“Mouse stayed for dinner” Ray replied causing Lucas’s stomach to lurch and Ray’s henchmen to chuckle. The pit in the bottom of his stomach felt very deep and very black all of a sudden. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he snapped taking a step forward. It was then when one of the few functioning street lights exploded. A sound reminiscent of a gun shoot echoed from somewhere above.
“As you have probably noticed by now gentlemen there is a sharpshooter aiming at your heads” Ray explained “Drop your weapons and get on the floor or the next thing that explodes will be your pretty heads”
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Sept 29, 2010 3:08:32 GMT -8
It was unsettling to meet a person so clearly aware of who he was when Dean didn’t even have an inkling as to how or why he should, and even when Ray went on to explain that Dean knew a few friends of his in the south, that really didn’t help. They were fairly far north, it didn’t particularly narrow down the field. Of course he did get a rather large clue about what kind of friends the guy was talking about when he showed off his fangs. Not a lot of people have fangs. In fact, people in general just have teeth. Vampires on the other hand, yeah they had fangs which meant only one thing.
I am so screwed right now…
“Ohhh, those friends.” He replied casually, feigning an air of confidence he really shouldn’t have felt under the circumstances. He’d been caught off guard and lead into a trap, but showing fear would only work against him and that wasn’t how he operated.
“One survived though, was rather specific about your appearance… Dean I presume? Or is it Sam?”
Crap, crap, crap…
There was nothing like being cornered and outnumbered by a gang of vampires to make you re-evaluate your priorities. Up until now, Dean had solely been worried about finding his car again and hoping that it was still in one piece. Now though, he was more worried about surviving this encounter and getting himself out in one piece. Plus finding his car. Some priorities never lose their importance.
“It’s Dean.” Ordinarily he wasn’t one for giving up any information to the enemy, but if doing so got the heat off Sam’s back, then he would willingly put himself in the line of fire every time.
“And I must be slacking, ’cause I could have sworn I’d ganked all your buddies. Figures one filthy leech would get away and go crying to his boyfriend.”
Yeah, real smart Dean. Start pissing off the bloodthirsty vampires with guns why don’t you...
He couldn’t help it though. Something about being on the defensive just made Dean all the more prone to showing defiance. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to make it fun or easy for them.
“Mouse stayed for dinner.”
Now, Dean didn’t know who or what Mouse was, but it was abundantly obvious that this kid was concerned about him which made it all the more sad that Ray had probably drained him dry as an appetiser.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means Mouse is dead.” Dean bluntly informed the kid, his distaste for Ray showing on his face. From the swagger and the amusement over the fact he could tell Ray was enjoying himself. He was exactly the kind of monster Dean took his own kind of pleasure in slaughtering. Now, if only he had his machete instead of a gun…
The bullet hitting the street light made Dean flinch, automatically ducking down slightly as his eyes darted from the shattering bulb to the surrounding area in search of the shooter.
“As you have probably noticed by now gentlemen there is a sharpshooter aiming at your heads. Drop your weapons and get on the floor or the next thing that explodes will be your pretty heads”
If Dean had thought there was even a sliver of a chance of getting out of the situation, it had been completely shut down now. He couldn’t see the sharp shooter and even if there weren’t three vampires standing in his way, evading a bullet wasn’t going to be easy. There was no other choice but to bide his time and hope for an opportunity to escape later. It killed his pride to have to drop his weapon though and it took a long few minutes of standing off against Ray to finally relent to doing so. Getting on the floor was a whole different matter though.
"Vamps with snipers now? I think I've seen it all. What's next, werewolves on unicycles?"
“Vampires” Lucas said half exasperated “I mean vampires, seriously?” he half asked half snapped. Once he and Winchester surrendered, Ray had his entourage tie them both up and brought inside. So now he found himself tied up, to a pole of all things, back to back with Winchester in a small room that seemed to have served as the projector room. Aside from the hole in the wall, a lamp that gave a yellowish light and the old projector there were dozens of old movie reels lying around. How the pole got here he would never know, although it did have some similarities with the poles one saw in striper bars. He had no idea how Winchester felt or how his ropes were tied, but he could barely fidget with his hands, due to the rope around his wrists, without scratching against Winchesters back.
“Who in their right mind hunts vampires” he was still ranting, his rant was confined to a hissing sound reminiscent of whispering as opposed to his usually yelling “What are you Buffy’s cousin? What’s next Frankenstein’s Bride?” he snapped again. God these things made him feel sick. Why couldn’t he be kidnapped or take prisoner by nice normal gangs? Suddenly the irony of this prior thought occurred to him causing him to sigh. He had to get out of this, Mouse could still be alive. Quite frankly he saw no evidence to the opposite, contrary to Winchesters belief. He needed to get out. “Where’s an angel when you need one” he murmured under his breath.
“We need to get out of here and find Mouse” He moved his hands, grating against his co-captive’s back again, this time he managed to feel up the other man’s belt. An idea came to him. His belt, while definitely performing the main purpose of holding his pants up, also had a small knife tucked in. Well actually it was only inch long and thus didn’t really qualify as a knife. “Can you get to my belt?” he asked “If you can then twist it around until you get to my belt buckle” he explained “Once you get there press the buckle it should dislodge, its attached to a small knife-ish thing that may cut the ropes”. The buckle thing he usually used in order to puncture tires he had no idea how it would fare against ropes.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Oct 7, 2010 12:07:19 GMT -8
Dean was definitely chalking this up to being a bad day. Still, at least he was having a better time understanding the situation than the guy sat behind him.
“Vampires. I mean vampires, seriously?”
For the time being Dean ignored him, focusing instead of trying to find a way out of the mess this kid had dragged him into. At least now he knew what had been kidnapping local people. There had been a reason for being in town, four people missing and one body found with strange marks on it, but these vampires were smart enough not to leave any obvious clues for him to find. He mused that maybe this was a good thing, that getting his car stolen and following the trail right to what he’d been hunting all along was a stroke of luck, but it was hard to buy into that when he was tied up like a prize ham just waiting to be snacked on by hungry blood suckers. Not to mention the fact he still didn’t know where his car was.
“Who in their right mind hunts vampires”
Who said I was in my right mind?
Again Dean didn’t bother to answer him, the kid had been ranting on for some time about the crazy circumstances and Dean had long since tired of hearing his voice. He was sat back to back with the hapless car thief, separated only by a metal pole that was screwed into the floor. For the last five minutes he’d been relentlessly trying to loosen one of the screws to either dislodge the pole enough to slide their ropes off it, or to use the screw thread to saw through the ropes themselves. Of course the plan wasn’t that simple since he’d barely gotten the screw to move at all.
This is taking forever…
“What are you Buffy’s cousin? What’s next Frankenstein’s Bride?”
“Don’t you ever stop talking?” He huffed, frustrated his quest to free a screw was becoming impossible. His fingertips were getting bruised from the effort making it harder to grip anymore. It didn’t help that every time his fellow hostage moved his hands, it pulled his own from the task at hand.
“Let‘s not forget these are your buddies, Twilight boy. And will you quit moving around back there!”
“We need to get out of here and find Mouse”
“I swear, if Mouse turns out to be your pet rodent…” Dean grumbled, sidestepping the issue that Mouse was probably drained dry by now. At least this way, if the guy thought there was hope, he’d be more inclined to help Dean escape.
“Can you get to my belt?“
“What?”
For a second, Dean was worried that the guy was using their proximity as some kind of convoluted excuse to get felt up, but as soon as he started explaining the reason he wanted Dean to start groping at his pants it all made sense. The guy had a knife stashed in his belt buckle.
“And you’re only just telling me now?!”
Immediately he gave up on the screw and blindly felt around for the belt instead. It didn’t take long for him to twist it around so the buckle was within reach and thanks to a lot of experience in escapology over the years, he was able to deftly manoeuvre the sharp blade free without even looking at what he was doing.
It didn’t take long to cut through his ropes after that, wincing a couple of times when the sharp edge nicked his skin, but once the thick rope fell loosely around his hands it didn’t matter. He was free and he had a fighting chance now. Automatically he crouched to cut the ropes binding the other guy to the pole, but something stopped him halfway through. He paused, glanced at the door to check they weren’t about to be interrupted, and then leaned around the pole so he could look the kid in the eye.
“Where’s my car?” He asked sternly. If ever there was a time to get some honest answers, this was it. He had the leverage of opting to leave him behind, not that he ever would, but the kid didn’t know that. Who was he more afraid of, Dean or a pack of vampires who may or may not have killed his friend?
“And don’t give me some bullshit story like you did the last time.” He held the stubby little knife up and pointed its tip at the guy. “You tell me exactly what you did with it or I leave you here for the fangs to feast on.”
“Because I’m not in the habit of telling strange men how to unbuckle my pants?” Lucas retorted sarcastically a moment later. Quite frankly it simply hadn’t occurred to him that he still had the miniature blade stashed away. Not that he would ever fess up to that…which was even weirder considering that he was taken hostage by several things of legend. Then again so were Angels and he had had a conversation with one not a month ago. Somehow his life had turned into one long carnival of weird without him noticing.
“Watch it” he said as he felt the stranger’s hands feeling him up, quite probably by accident as Winchester finally managed to get a hold of his belt. It took his fellow co-captive precious minutes to pull and push at his belt in order to finally get it around, a rather uncomfortable experience for Lucas. But he somehow suspected that what the vampires had in store for him was going to be even less comfortable. “And for the record they aren’t my friends I only work for them…” okay that sounded even worse to a degree even Lucas had to admit to that “…and besides how the hell was I supposed to know that they’re vampires? On the fact that they’re grumpy in the morning and have lousy people skills? That’s eighty percent of the people I know”
Then Winchester finally managed to get to his buckle as he felt his belt loosen. It took the other man several minutes to cut through his bindings. Then he started to slash at Lucas’s ropes. He felt the cold blade nick his skin a few times but he didn’t complain, he didn’t have the luxury, but then Winchester stooped cutting. Lucas blinked at him over his shoulder. The other male, walked over and looked him into his eyes, quite frankly the last time a guy did that he ended with him in bed. But somehow he had a hunch that that wasn’t Dean’s intention.
"Where’s my car?” He asked sternly. “And don’t give me some bullshit story like you did the last time.” He held the stubby little knife up and pointed its tip at the guy. “You tell me exactly what you did with it or I leave you here for the fangs to feast on.”
“Your car?!” he snapped “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped “My friend is being held hostage by a group of lunatics, the same group of lunatics that are holding us hostage and want to have us for dinner…” a vein popped over his left eye “…literary and you’re going on about your car?!?” he sounded incredulous. What was with this guy? To say that he was utterly furious at the guy would have been an understatement. “Fine help me save Mouse and I’ll tell you where your car is” he said a moment later, matching Winchesters stare and adding a glare of his own over the stubby knife that was pointed at him.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Oct 11, 2010 10:52:15 GMT -8
“My friend is being held hostage by a group of lunatics, the same group of lunatics that are holding us hostage and want to have us for dinner…literary and you’re going on about your car?!?”
Dean barely kept his own patience, fighting the urge to smack the guy across the back of the head for making it sound like his car wasn’t important. Granted, Dean had a teeny tiny, miniscule obsession with it that bordered on a weird kind of lust, but he wouldn’t put it over human lives. When he opened his mouth to speak again, the tone was ever so slightly condescending.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you would rather stay here with the homicidal monsters then? Because maybe you don’t know anything about vampires, but I do and once one of these fangs has your scent, they can track you anywhere you go for as long as it takes to find you. Now, getting out of here is a great plan and all, but there’s not much point in escaping if they’re just going to follow us and without an effective weapon, we’re not gonna be getting off their menu any time soon. However, I have an arsenal in the trunk of my car which includes a very big, very sharp machete that makes this thing,” he waved the mini belt knife in front of the kid’s face, “…look like a toothpick. So, if you wouldn’t mind telling me where my car is so I can go get it and kill these assholes, I might not feel the need to make sure you‘re served up before I am.”
Dean watched his face as it all sunk in and after a moment, the kid grudgingly agreed.
“Fine help me save Mouse and I’ll tell you where your car is.”
“Okay first off, who the hell is Mouse? And secondly, what kind of name is that anyway?”
Lucas tried to refrain himself from rolling his eyes as Winchester went full out with a speech. He could have at least tried to hide the condescension. It was annoying to work for a guy who was being an ass. Well work might be too strong of a word, relying for help was much more accurate. Not that it helped when he thought about it. Winchester’s plan was sound – go get out, get stuff to kill vamps, come back and kill vamps. Well everything but the coming back part, but there was one small snag in that particular plan, the car was parked to far way.
“Mouse is a street name” he explained “Since Mouse is a scrawny kind of guy it kind of fits him, and besides with the last name ‘Winchester’ who are you to throw stones?” he added for the condescending tone. He couldn’t really help himself, when he felt talked down upon he simply couldn’t resist the urge to be snappish and petty. “As for the car thing that won’t work” he wriggled against his ropes “Your car is at least over forty minutes away by foot and by then they surely would have noticed us missing and killed Mouse”
“Don’t you have anything on person we can use?” he continued to drill questions as he waited to be untied “I don’t know like a cross or something?” granted he was new to the whole vampire shtick and what little he recalled came mostly from old movies and horror shows. What were the chances of that being useful? Okay the problem was that they didn’t have the time to go and get Winchesters stuff, they couldn’t fight the vampires on their own and they couldn’t get help. Which left them with only one actual option – running away, something that became impossible due to Mouse still being a hostage.
Then he saw it. The salvation hanging on the wall above Winchesters head, behind fractured glass. A small red box with the writing ‘Break in case of Fire’. “Say vampires don’t like fire do they?” he asked his voice completely void of the irritation he had felt taken in by the possibility. “If you were to break the glass, that means the fire department and shouldn’t they be running then? Wouldn’t that work as a…you know distraction?”
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Oct 26, 2010 7:24:51 GMT -8
“Winchester is the name of a rifle. You can’t get cooler than that.” Dean defended, giving the kid an annoyed glare over the insult. “What’s your name anyway, or shall I just stick to calling you Dumbass?”
His face and his hopes fell when Lucas informed him that his car was too far away to be helpful. There went that plan. Of course, they could have tried to make a break for it and hoped they’d get there before the vampires caught them, but superhuman speed and strength versus regular human was not a race he was willing to bet on. Their element of surprise would only last so long, Dean was already worried that the nicks on his wrist where he’d cut it trying to free himself might draw their attention. Nothing like chumming the waters to attract the sharks.
“Don’t you have anything on person we can use?“
“Like what? I had a knife but they took it off me.” Clearly his reputation had proceeded him, these suck heads were not taking any chance leaving him alone with any kind of weapon.
”I don’t know like a cross or something?”
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked blankly at Lucas. The guy was so clueless, he almost took pity on him.
“You’ve been watching too many movies man.” Shaking his head, Dean gave in and returned to the task of cutting him free.
“Cross’s don’t work unless you just wanna slow them down by making them laugh at you. These are real vampires. Forget everything you think you know. If you wanna incapacitate one, you use dead man’s blood, it’s like poison to them, and if you wanna kill one, you gotta slice off it‘s head.” Finally the ropes around Lucas’s wrists came loose and Dean stood back up, creeping over to the door to listen for anyone approaching.
“Say vampires don’t like fire do they?”
Dean turned with a questioning look on his face. He followed the kid’s line of sight to the break glass panel on the wall.
“If you were to break the glass, that means the fire department and shouldn’t they be running then? Wouldn’t that work as a…you know distraction?”
“I doubt this old building’s even still wired up to the fire department.” He replied, moving over to check the panel for himself. “We can’t call them anyway, we’d just be delivering up fresh food to these monsters. No, we gotta handle this ourselves…” A thought struck him then though and he started patting down his pockets in search of something.
“We make enough smoke though and it could cover our scent long enough for us to make an escape.” With a little grin of excitement, he pulled out his silver lighter from his jacket pocket and flicked it open to make sure it was still working.
“There’s gotta be something flammable in here we can use.” Without waiting for approval, he closed the lighter and began rummaging through old boxes, pulling out worn metal tins containing dusty old seventy millimetre film. It might as well have had ‘tinder’ written on the boxes.
Lucas rolled his eyes at the other man “My name is Lucas, and don’t even think about getting snippy with Star Wars references” he added as an after thought. For a moment his co-captive looked at him with a mixture of confusion and what might have been pity, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know the guy good enough in order to make an educated guess. Then again all he needed to know was that Winchester would eventually cut him loose, his emotional state and facial expressions didn’t calculate into that. At least not much, he told himself.
The feeling of relief washed over him as he felt the ropes around his wrists loosen up and his hands were once again free. He rubbed his wrists for a few moments before he stood up, the rope had been tied tightly, too tightly as it left red marks on his skin. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood but it defiantly wasn’t too comfortable either. The opposite actually, then again what did one expect from ones kidnappers? Tea and biscuits? He stood up, feeling slightly crestfallen at the fact that the only thing that would actually work on a vampire would be beheading them. He wasn’t too thrilled over the fact that they couldn’t call for help either.
“What about sunlight?” he asked as he looked around “I thought that they didn’t like it? Or is that an overstatement as well?” Then Winchester came up with a plan, something involving a lighter and arson. Which wasn’t awe inspiring, to say the least. “Wait, let me get this straight we are in a building which may or may not be full of vampires and you want to light it on fire…” he asked his eyes almost drilling a hole into the back of the other man’s skull “…during which we not only have to escape but also find my missing friend?”
“How much thought did you put into this exactly?” he had made it a question, it had been intended as a jibe though, something that wasn’t that hard to overlook or rather overhear “And how often do you do stuff like this?” a beat later he added “No, wait I don’t want to know”. The whole fire thing wasn’t exactly the problem the problem came in the form of having to find Mouse along the way. If only he had something of Mouse’s, his psychic abilities might have given him a hint where to look for him. That’s when he saw the drapes, old, green musky and dirty drapes. The owner of the cinema must have used them to cover up the whole on the wall through which movies had been projected; now they simply hung around uselessly.
He picked them up wondering if there was a water source here as well, only to be pleasantly surprised by a basin with a leaky pipe over it. He ripped three or four pieces of the drapes apart and then got them wet. A moment later he wondered why he hadn’t asked simply for his knife back “Here…” he threw Winchester a wet cloth “…the smoke can accumulate awfully fast in an enclosed space like this, cover up your mouth and nose” Good thing that he had actually paid attention that one time in juvenile hall. He pressed the other wet cloths into his pockets, for Mouse. Well that was pretty much it then, he told himself as he nodded at the other man.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Nov 1, 2010 9:11:41 GMT -8
“What about sunlight? I thought that they didn’t like it? Or is that an overstatement as well?”
Sometimes Dean really hated having to work with amateurs. Actually, scratch that. He always hated working with amateurs, because generally speaking they got you into trouble that they had no clue how to get you out of again and for the most part, they asked stupid questions when you were busy saving their ass. To be fair though, if you didn’t ask questions, you didn’t find out any answers and ultimately, that’s how you became a better hunter. Everyone had to start somewhere. Just, why did he have to be the guy to break them in? Dean’s patience with the kid had worn very thin already over the fact he’d stolen the Impala, but in their current situation, at least he was trying to help. It was…something. Enough for Dean not to roll his eyes and wonder what he'd done to deserve being stuck with a moron. At least, not too much anyway.
“Wait, let me get this straight we are in a building which may or may not be full of vampires and you want to light it on fire…during which we not only have to escape but also find my missing friend?”
Dean was busy un-spooling the film into a bonfire shaped pile at the far end of the room, away from their means of escape, barely paying attention to the bewildered and slightly anxious complaints from the kid behind him.
“That’s about the size of it.”
“How much thought did you put into this exactly?”
“Honestly? Not that much. But if you got a better plan, now’s the time to speak up.”
That wasn’t strictly true. It wasn’t that Dean hadn’t put a lot of thought into his plan, it was more, he had already eliminated other options that he knew from experience would just not work and this was all he had left.
A few minutes later, as Dean was about ready to set fire to a large pile of highly combustible film stock, Lucas tossed him something wet and limp.
“Here…the smoke can accumulate awfully fast in an enclosed space like this, cover up your mouth and nose”
He hated to admit it, but the kid had a good point and had actually come up with something useful. Maybe he wasn't such a douche after all.
You still don't have your car back, remember? And he did lead you straight into the hands of a gang of vampires who all want you dead.
Hmmm...that's true. He's definitely dead meat if we live through this...
“So, I’m guessing you’ve been here before, you know the layout of the place? Where’s the most secluded part of the building? If they’re keeping Mouse somewhere, then it’s bound to be lockable or have some kind of restricted access to it, like a basement or an attic. Maybe, behind one of the screens in the auditoriums?”
Without even knowing who it was Dean was supposed to be trying to save, other than himself and this idiot he was face to face with, he'd already silently vowed to himself that he would do everything he could to try and rescue Mouse if he was still alive. Some people call it the hero complex. Dean just called it doing the right thing.
Technically he had been here only once, and that was at the entrance, he hadn’t been allowed further inside. Not that the Vampire Diaries reject needed to know that. Mouse on the other hand had been a regular visitor what seemed to have been months. He had often spoken how he would see people sleeping in the main halls seats – the majority of these people were naturally members of Ray’s gang – which in hindsight definitely explained why they preferred this place then actual hotel. The point was that he needed to find Mouse, it didn’t matter that he was risking his life to do it. It did bother him that he was risking the life of the twat next to him, but considering that he had been an ass the whole time the two had know each it other, he could feel the guilt slowly ebbing away.
“As far as I know the majority of Ray’s freaks hang out in the main showing room” he said as he recalled what Mouse had told him “This place doesn’t have doesn’t have a basement…” that he had heard of “…but there are bathrooms with lockable doors and a storage room on the ground floor” he explained as he remembered Mouse wondering why it was that most currently open placed didn’t have bathrooms with stalls that could be locked but this one had. Also Mouse and he had spent more then one occasion theorizing what might be in the storage room considering that it had been always locked when he and Mouse had visited.
“Any last piece of advice?” he asked as he wrapped the wet piece of cloth around his face, getting ready for the inevitable fire that was about to go off any minute. As he waited for the fire he could feel the scars on his back starting to itch, he never found out how he had gotten them aside from the obvious; that an open flame had been involved. However every time he got near fire he could feel the scar tissue starting to itch. He ignored it as he got ready for the flight.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Nov 3, 2010 5:40:39 GMT -8
If Dean were a vampire and had any captives secured somewhere in the building, he knew that he’d keep them close to hand, somewhere they could be kept an eye on and, more importantly, within easy reach should the midnight munchies strike. However, these fangs seemed to have left he and Lucas alone in an out of the way room which, considering they knew Dean was a hunter and therefore the most dangerous person to have in the same building, was a really, really stupid move on their part. So any ideas about the logical places to keep victims were probably going to be of little use here.
“I’d put my money on the storage rooms, but we’ll sweep this floor first and then make our way down.” Tying his own damp cloth around the back of his head, Dean made a little adjustment to it so it covered his nose and mouth, making him look like a old west highway man about to commit a robbery.
“Any last piece of advice?”
Dean glanced at him for a moment, realising how young and anxious the guy actually looked. It could have been his big brotherly instincts kicking in, but he suddenly didn’t want anything bad to happen to the guy. Admittedly, mostly because it would take him ages to find his car without him, but Dean knew what responsibility for others felt like and that’s exactly what was rolling around in his head right now.
“Stay behind me, keep quiet and do as I say.” He instructed sincerely, before launcing them both past the point of no return when he lit the bonfire.
The pile of film caught light immediately, the resulting roar of flames and the heat building up in seconds making Dean step back quickly. Acrid smoke plumed up, hitting the ceiling above them before coiling back on itself and spreading slowly around the room. From the smell, it clearly wasn’t the kind of smoke that would do you much good if you hung around to breath it in, so he was glad of the impromptu mask Lucas had handed him.
“You need to stand in the smoke so that it masks your smell.” Dean said, pulling the kid closer when it appeared he was trying to avoid the heat of the fire. It was what any normal person would do, but Dean had formed a relationship with fire from an early age. He was fascinated by it, enthralled even, because it was something that brought back so many memories. He had no problem getting up close and personal with the heat. He had been to Hell after all, this was nothing in comparison.
When he was happy they’d done the best they could to cover any give away human scents, and before he started coughing too much from the poisonous smoke, it was time to make a break for it and go look for Mouse. Heading for the door, he tapped Lucas on the arm to ensure he’d follow, cautiously poking his head out of the door before sneaking out through it completely.
This was where he excelled under pressure, creeping along darkened corridors with his back against the wall like a shadowy ninja. His senses on full alert, straining to hear any upcoming danger, or see any clues that might give them an indication of where the missing guy was. Every now and then he glanced back to make sure that Lucas was still with him, not to mention that he was checking he wasn’t about to be attacked from behind either. He’d give the kid an Oscar himself if it turned out he was a vampire too and this was all an elaborate ruse just to get payback on a hunter. It wouldn’t be the first time he would be being hunted by the very thing he was trying to kill. He hoped, in a twisted kind of way, it wasn't going to be the last either.
As they methodically swept each room, Dean would give Lucas silent hand signals and gestures as he normally would when hunting with Sam, only to find that most of the meanings were lost on a guy who probably didn’t grow up with a Marine for a father. By the time Dean was ready to start looking around downstairs, he’d found himself mentally face palming and using more basic hand signals to get his tactical manoeuvres across.
“Going to look downstairs…stay close.” He mouthed, barely whispering just to make sure they were on the same page.
Lucas managed to stay in the smoke for several minutes, not that he had a choice considering that Winchester was holding him in it – the guy had a firm grip he would give him that. Also the other guy didn’t really seem bothered by the lack of personal space at the moment. Then again they were standing in the smoke of old movies, how much personal space was there? Thankfully they finally exited the smoke as he felt his eyes tear up, a sense of relief washing over him as they walked away from the fire. God why couldn’t have been a shower or a bath? A moment later and they were in one of the many hallways of the abounded cinema.
Luke might be a thief, but that didn’t make him a deep cover operative, unlike Winchester who seemed to be perfectly at ease with the sneaking around. ‘When in Rome do as the Romans do’ the old saying popped into his head as he mimicked the other man’s movements. He as rather preoccupied trying to stay quiet as humanly possible so he wasn’t paying to much attention to Dean aside from the occasional glance at the other man’s feet. Making sure that he knew where he was going. The one time he looked up he found himself staring directly at the other man’s eyes. Was Winchester checking up on him? Or was he keeping an eye out for himself? No…now he was just getting cynical.
At one point the other man turned and started to give him some hand signals – Lucas simply stared at him daftly before giving him a shrug. Dean could just as well have sung a German opera as far as he was concerned. A moment later, having probably realized this, the hunter stopped. Luke was actually half glad that their semi-masks still obscured their faces, as the smoke started to spread from the room behind them, obscuring the other guy’s look of annoyance. Once they had successfully searched the rooms on this floor and agreed to a sign language that Lucas understood – mostly pointing and nodding – Winchester decided that it was time to go down stairs. And so they did.
The hunter was still in the lead, Lucas following him closely. The floor looked just as abounded as the one they had been. Unlike the floor above them however this one sprouted a half opened closet. With something shiny in it. He didn’t know about Winchester but that was something worth checking out. He quickly glanced across the empty hallway and took a chance. The closet, a piece of furniture that usually belonged inside a house not a cinema, was big, large enough to fit a human if push came to shove even two in it. The only things that were insider were several coats, the bottom however proved more interesting as he found the shiny object. Dean’s gun, he picked it up, was lying along several other guns and a handful of knives. Well, well, he seemed to have stumbled on the gang’s armory or at least one of them. With a smirk he also saw his lock pick, that had been taken away from his person during their capture, pocketing the item once more.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Nov 13, 2010 7:15:46 GMT -8
There was something to be said for old style movie theatres. In their prime, they had the kind of atmosphere and charm that many modern day multiplexes lack. Everything about them, from the lush expense of the red carpets leading in, to the elaborate décor of a grand foyer just made any trip to the cinema feel like stepping back in time to a more graceful and sophisticated era. Unfortunately few survive in such a state and the one Dean was creeping around in was, sadly, a perfect example of how to neglect something that once captured the imaginations of movie goers.
It probably didn’t help matters that this particular movie theatre had a pack of vampires squatting in it and evidence of their presence was easy to spot now that Dean knew what he was looking for. The boarded up front doors weren’t just to keep people out, but to stop sunlight getting in. Whilst it wouldn’t kill a vampire, their over sensitive eyes and skin didn’t appreciate the brightness of daylight.
Strewn across what was once the concessions counter, where friendly staff with name badges would have once served warm, buttery popcorn to patrons, there was now a dirty pile of blood stained clothing, shoes and handbags, most likely from previous victims who had long since been drunk dry and disposed of. Dean's stomach turned. Even with the wet rag tied over his face and the smell of smoke still clinging to his nostrils, the stench of death down here was hard to miss.
And so was the sound of approaching footsteps.
Eyes wide with momentary panic, he turned to wave a hand at Luke who was poking his nose in a closet on the other side of the hallway, hoping that he too had heard people - vamps - coming their way. Silently he tried to convey that he should hide, hoping that particular hand gesture did translate to him before Dean himself dived over the pile of bloodstained effects, crouching down low to conceal himself behind the counter just in time.
“I’m telling you man, I can smell smoke. It’s coming from upstairs.” Two of Ray’s goons came sauntering through a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, apparently having picked up on the blazing fire raging upstairs. Dean ducked down lower, praying that his trick with the smoke would mask his whereabouts.
“I told Ray we should’ve just killed that hunter.” The voices drifted past, seemingly oblivious to him as they headed towards the stairs he and Lucas had just descended.
“Shit, you’re right! How the hell did he even get loose to start a fire?” Heavy footsteps disappeared up the stairs and Dean risked a peek over the counter to check the coast was clear. It wouldn’t take long for Ray’s goons to figure out they’d escaped and they’d soon be back down looking for them. Time was running out to find Mouse. Cautiously coming back around the counter, Dean realised that the kid he was with was no-where to be seen and for a moment he worried that he’d been snatched, or worse, he was playing cat and mouse - no pun intended - with him.
“Lucas?” He whispered, tensing up when the door of the closet the kid had been poking around in gave a tiny creak.