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[Dean Winchester]

He followed her with Sam’s unconscious form draped over his shoulder. As quickly as he could manage he carried his brother out to safety. Or at least away from that room where two powerful beings were trying to have each other’s throat. Oh God. Castiel. He certainly hoped that the angel that had saved him and was trying to guide him through this supposed mission from God would live through this encounter. But Lucifer was ruthless and Dean witnessed that first hand. He shouldn’t be surprised if Castiel didn’t live to see another day.

Dean gritted his teeth at the thought. No. He mustn’t think that. No one was following them. Huh. Lucifer must thought that he didn’t need anyone’s help on this one. And the hunter didn’t doubt he did needed assistance. Maybe he didn’t expect anyone like Castiel to interfere because for one, the devil knew the advantage he had on the angels. He was powerful than them. After all, he had been God’s first angel. Or at least one of the first angels.

At the sight of the door, he could finally see hope. No demon was still around to attack them. That didn’t settle good with him. What if they were just waiting outside? Dean pursed his lips.

“Be careful…” He warned Isabel.

[Isabel Berkeley]

“Be careful…”

Isabel glanced back at Dean, her eyes leaving the door that lay before them. With a deep breath and quick nod, she easied up to the exit. Silently she listened, but the silence from the outside didn't mean anything. She knew that, hence the reason she cocked the gun she carried.

With one last glanced at Dean, she pulled away from the door to kick it open and moved out, making sure there wasn't anyone waiting for them. From what her eyes told her, the coast was clear and she heard nothing, save for the fight back in the house.

"Come on," she called, "it's clear. For now."

[Dean Winchester]

Yeah, he couldn't agree with her more, it was clear, for now. Those were the two operative words. He knew that at any given moment, the taste of escape and slight freedom they had for now would be wiped away that easily by any of those sons of bitches that were lurking in the dark. Dean grunted as he continued to move away from the house.

The look Isabel gave him made him press his lips. "M'okay, just keep movin'" He urged her. "We're almost there."

[Isabel Berkeley]

"M'okay, just keep movin'"

She wasn't sure she believed that. As her eyes slide from him to Sam's unconsiouce form, she bit into her lip. Where any of them okay?

"We're almost there."

Without hesitation, Isabel nodded her head and turned to keep moving. Because they were hunters, they didn't park to close to this place, they walked there way here. They hadn't expected Sam to be out of it when they left, so they would have to be extremely careful on the way back to the Impala.

"Over the hill," she said as her eyes darted back and forth. "What should we do?" There wasn't much time and time was what they needed to get Sam to the car. "It took nearly six minutes for us to get here on foot."

[Dean Winchester]

Ugh! That’s right. Over the hill. They had parked the Impala where it wouldn’t be seen because he wanted the element of surprise. If that was even possible for someone like Lucifer. Heh. Some luck he was having. The hunter groaned as he continued to carry Sam and with Isabel throwing questions out there because of their predicament the more he was finally feeling the fatigue creeping up slowly through his body. Adrenalin rush must be wearing out.

Dean gritted his teeth as he began to pat Sam. “Dude, come on…” He called out to him. “Nap time’s over. Stop bein’ sleepin’ beauty already. An’ if you’re waitin’ for me to kiss you think again. I’ll leave your sorry ass if you don’t wake up at this minute.”

He knew it was probably useless to be saying that as he went on his way but it was something that made him forget about the weight of his brother that he was now beginning to feel.

[Sam Winchester]

“Nap time’s... beauty already..."

Sam's sense of hearing was the first thing to be returned to him, and as his sluggish mind tried to catch up with the situation, nothing made much sense. He knew the voice, of course, it was Dean, but the words were jumbled or something. As his other senses returned to him, Sam realized that he was still in an unbelievable amount of pain and that something was jostling him and dammit it hurt.

"...If you’re waitin’ for me to kiss you think again. I’ll leave your sorry ass if you don’t wake up at this minute.”

Sam blinked bleary eyes open, realizing that Dean had him hoisted up on to his shoulder. "D'n?" Sam uttered and then let his eyebrows furrow into a small frown when he realized that it wasn't coming out quite right. Good enough.

Realizing how incredibly heavy his weight must be, Sam moved to push himself off of his brother's shoulder. Not smart as the movement sent fiery jolts of pain through his beaten body and he grunted weakly. He managed to get the message across he hoped, because Dean had a pretty good grip on him. He didn't want to be a hindrance, especially because he had no idea what was going on now, where they even were, and if they were being followed.

[Isabel Berkeley]

“Dude, come on…”

Isabel watched as he tried to wake his brother. That would be the best thing right now, Sam waking up so they all could split from this place.

“Nap time’s over. Stop bein’ sleepin’ beauty already. An’ if you’re waitin’ for me to kiss you think again. I’ll leave your sorry ass if you don’t wake up at this minute.”

"D'n?"

"Sam?" she said as soon as she heard the blurred voice.

Sure enough the younger Winchester was awake and before Dean could do anything, Sam shifted to get off his brother's shoulder. The grunt that followed told her that he was still in some serious pain. From the way that Dean held onto him, she knew Sam would still need some help.

With a deep breath, she moved close and placed her hand on his cheek. "Hang on a sec," she said. "Let me see if I can take some of the pain away." Maybe if she helped calm Sam down, he might be able to ignore the pain. Of course she'd never tired something like this before, even with someone who only had minor injuries. Still, she had to try.

Isabel closed her eyes and allowed the power that was within her to move from her body to Sam's. She could feel everything from his body now, what she couldn't feel is if she was helping him at all.