It was too late. Hesitations and lack of trust, things that there were no time to remedy. Slow response times and dulled senses, and to what avail? Sam looked past Vincent's staggering form in his faltering hold, to Manny looking from Sam to Vincent, who was shaking his head in Sam's hold, to Leah who was mirroring Sam's resolve for her to be unconscious. No one reacted fast enough.
Sam met her eyes, bottom lip quivering, fear shining in her own and he could see the momentary flicker to her being, a choked 'No!' on his lips and then she was gone. Vincent's elbow caught Sam in the ribs and he went down hard on his knees, agony taking his breath as he fought streaking vision before another hit hand him reeling backwards onto the warm concrete of the garage.
Leah landed hard on her back. Oh of course…nothing could possibly go right could it? She couldn't just hope that someone could listen for all of five minutes?! She pushed up on her good arm and scrambled backwards, having fought the pain this long. There was a woman in the floor, life less eyes starring at her, a spatter of blood against the white porcelain of the dirty sink and now pooling beneath the girl's limp form. A low throaty laugh sounded down the hallway past the bathroom and Leah quickly got to her feet looking about frantically for some place to hide. She backed into one of the stalls and climbed on top of one of the toilets at a crouch.
Leah closed her eyes and swallowed thickly, trying to still her breath as there was a creak that had the door opening inward and she heard two sets of footsteps grace the tiled floor. "Get the mess cleaned up." Cam the still half chuckling order. "We may have visitors soon."
Leah felt her foot beginning to slip on the porcelain and let a breath escape as a whisper of a gasp, opening her eyes in horror as she looked and quickly started trying to get it back on the right place on the rim of the seat. Silence fell over the bathroom though and she jerked her head up to look at the stall door, lips trembling as rational thought took a vacation.
"Oooohhhh." A near triumphant and seductive sound greeted her ears as large black boots walked with purpose to stop before the stall door. "Scratch that." The door splintered, metal twisting around the edges were the lock met the stall frame and came flying inward slamming into Leah's knees. She was thrown off balance and fell sideways into the stall frame, her broken arm hitting the metal on her tumble. It was the pain and not the beaming yellow eyes man that caused her to pass out, leaving her trapped in his domain.
Sam woke with a groan laying face first on…shaggy swag carpet? "I like that…" A distant voice met his ears as he sniffed waiting for the pain to over take him, but it didn't. "That's really nice…" Sam furrowed his brow and lifted his head looking at the red carpet in confusion. The voice sounded familiar through shades of echoing waves of insanity and Sam was trying to piece together what was going on. A distant female giggle joined the voice and Sam pushed up silently on his elbows to see the end of the bed come into view.
Sam cocked his head to the side in a half side angle with a rapid blink of a move his lips pulled back as his nose wrinkled in contempt for whatever scene awaited him over that mahogany footboard. "Little lower….oh yeah right there." Sam almost groaned and set his head back onto the floor when he realized that it was Dean's voice.
Of course that was when he suddenly had the flash of memory of the girl with her throat slit in the bathroom floor and of Leah suddenly disappearing…but wasn't he in a garage somewhere? And how had he gotten here and what the hell was Dean…Oh he didn't want to know…but Leah and Yellow Eyes…Sam pushed himself up frantically and got to his feet realizing that his feet were in perfect shape…all his other injuries gone.
He looked over his body, sparring his eyes from the bed and flexed where each injury should have been before looking up in amazement, almost forgetting about the sounds coming from the bed. Sam cocked his head again though when his eyes lit over Dean's form and the fully clothed girl that sat in the dip of his back, massaging him. Huh? He wasn't expecting that…
"Dean…" Sam called instantly and Dean didn't respond right away as he was still giving directions on how to reach just the right spot.
"Oh hey Sammy what's up?" Dean finally asked - sounding perfectly relaxed, not afraid for his younger brother's safety.
Sam narrowed his eyes as he took in the rest of the room. Black wood paneling….lava lamps all over the place and some little beer refrigerator beside the bed. Dean had a cold one in his hand and there were two more empty bottles on the night stand. "Why don't you tell me?" Sam asked in confusion. What the hell was going on? This was the last state he would have thought to find Dean in.
"I'm relaxing Sam, you should try it." Dean answered evenly, a smile comfy on his lips as he made no attempt to look back at Sam.
"Dean, Leah just got taken by the yellow eyed demon and I'm trapped in Bullets, Texas in some dive called the Oil Pit." Sam's annoyance and anger permeated every note in his voice as he moved around the side of the bed so that Dean could see him. "I guess I thought you might be looking or something…what happened with Bobby? Where is this?"
Dean opened his eyes and positioned his head so that he could see Sam. It took a moment for what Sam was saying to sink in though. Suddenly Dean raised up and the woman that had been perched in the small of his back completely disappeared into think air. Dean looked around in more confusion as he pulled the sheet around his lower half, realization coming hard and fast. "This is a dream…how are you in my dream?" Dean asked quietly. "I thought we weren't connected anymore. You woke up right?"
"Yeah I woke up." Sam nodded as things began to make a little more sense. Man he wished he could have a dream like this, though he was a little surprised that Dean could fins one so relaxing with him missing. Sam wouldn't have been able to sleep if the tables were returned.
As if reading his questioning gaze, Dean pulled the sheet around himself tighter and got to his feet, scratching the back of his head. "Missouri gave me something to help me sleep." He said quickly looking Sam over. "That still doesn't explain why you're here…if you woke up then how am I seeing you here? Or are you dream Sammy?"
"I don't know maybe we forged some sort of connection while you were drugged and I was out of my body and I know I'm me…I'm just hoping that you aren't in my dream and not real." Sam sighed.
"Touché." Dean lifted his chin with a nod at that. "Wait you said you were in …where…Bullets, Texas? There's a town called Bullets?" Dean looked disbelieving as he scoffed at the name. "You're not really here are you?"
"For both our sakes I hope so and that's what Leah said before she disappeared. That we were in Bullets, Texas in a garage called the Oil Pit. She said it was off of Highway 15." Sam was trying to remember all the fuzzy details. "I had another vision. The demon he's starting the experiments again. He's got her."
Dean's eyes widened and he ran a hand down his face, hoping that he was simply having what was turning into a nightmare.
"I know this whole dream thing is really crazy, but Dean you have to believe me." Sam was nearly pleading. Dean began to nod slowly with a sharp breath.
"Yeah ok. I don't got any thing else to go on anyway and Ash is running down those signs for Yellow Eyes…so lets say I wake and find there really is this Bullets place…I'll be there as soon as I can, Sam. Me and Bobby are at Missouri's, in Lawrence…we'll get going as soon as I wake up, and convince the both of them that I know where we should go." Dean nodded.
Finally Dean stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sam. "You hang on Sam." Sam hesitated and closed his eyes the feel of the embrace, despite Dean's lack of shirt, comforting. He scoffed trying to put Dean's mind at ease.
"I'm not going anywhere." Sam said lightly, hugging him back tighter. "Tell Bobby I can't wait to see him, and you guys be careful." Sam's voice was tight with emotion as the distance in between them had dug an emotional rut in his soul for the loss of his brother.
"You too, Sammy."
Dean awoke with a start in the guest room at Missouri's looking around frantically as he suddenly yanked the covers back and scrambled out of the bed. "Bobby!" Dean screamed at the top of his lungs in the darkened house. "I know where Sam is!" Dean already had his bags packed, ready to leave on a moments notice. "Bobby!" he called again to rouse the man.