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When; Immediately after Anna's return or within hours of it.
Rating; R? For language
Characters; Sam Winchester

srsbisnessk and Dean Winchester

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Summary; Sam and Dean are hiding out from Anna
Log;

Dean pulls the Impala up behind the building Sam is in and dials the kid's number. He sits and waits for him to come out, engine idling. He's got a couple of six packs of beer in the back of the car and half a pie that Jo brought for him. They're set to wait out termin-angel.

"Come on Sammy," he mutters and fiddles with the radio until AC/DC 'Highway to Hell' comes up.

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He turns to Dean with an eyebrow raised to counter his brother's grin, "Dude, I don't even want to know why you have candle and Celine Dion. That's just weird." Best form of therapy: complete and utter denial, with a side of sarcasm and cynicism. Recipe for disaster, but hey, it works for the.

"I gotta take care of my baby sister," Dean smirks, chuckling a bit under his breath.

Sam shakes his head with a small laugh, "Shut up, jerk." Maybe having Dean here is actually a good idea. He's keeping Sam's mind off of the shitty things in life and keeping him laughing. A small smile still playing on his lips, Sam points to small abandoned building off the side of the road, "There. We can probably hide the Impala in there. The entrance to the Underground isn't that far from here."

"Suck it, Bitch," Dean laughs as he pulls the Impala up to the building. The door is locked but it doesn't take Dean long to pick the lock. Once the door is open he waves at Sam to drive the Impala through.

Still laughing when he slides over to the driver's seat, Sam places his hands on the steering wheel and is reminded of the last time he drove the Impala. Dean was in Hell, and Sam was...doing things he regretted now. But so much had changed between then and now, and from now and in the City. Things were better, a lot better, but today, it feels like they're reliving a nightmare.

Once he's got the car inside, he turns her off and goes to the trunk, shutting the door behind him. Speaking to his brother over his shoulder, he unlocks it and starts packing up a few of the guns into a duffel bag, "Go grab your pie. I'll pack everything we should need." Which hopefully won't be much. He doesn't want to have to fight off any angels.

Yeah if they actually have to fight Anna, the best they can do is use the banishing rune. Dean gathers up the beer and the pie, putting it in a duffel bag. It'll probably end up in pieces by the time they get it to the panic room but they're going to eat it anyway so he doesn't see what's wrong with broken up pie.

"Make sure you grab some salt and see if there's any of that oil left."

Like Sam doesn't know what to grab. Dean can't help telling him. It's more a reflection of himself than Sam.

"Dude, I got it," he tuts, looking to see if they have any holy oil left. There's a small bottle of it, which he puts in his jacket rather than the bag so it doesn't break. He makes sure there's salt, flashlights, and extra ammo in the bag before closing it and grabbing a gun to toss to Dean. "There're still gonna be a ton of monsters down there, so be ready."

Dean catches the gun, checks to make sure it's loaded and nods. "Yeah. We'll be okay as long as we stick together."

Story of their lives. Or so Dean believes.

He locks the car up, pats the fender fondly and heads toward the door.

"Do you need me to hold your hand, too?" Sam smirks, following his older brother towards the exit. Thick and thin kind of thing; there isn't much that can separate them for long. And Sam is more than okay with that. Despite what they've said in the past, they're stronger when they're together.

"Hey I'm not the girl here," Dean smirks back. He shuts and locks the door behind them before heading to the entrance to the Underground. Dysfunctional codependency? Check check

"Sure. I think you left your tampons in the trunk." The grin he has is interrupted by a short inhale as they cross the threshold into the darker part of the City. He's been here a few times now from hunting, but this is different. They are really doing this, really hiding out in the Underground. While there's still visibility, he pulls out Bobby's notebook and skimmed over it for a few seconds before continuing, "Alright. I know where to go. This way."

"Next to your Kotex pads," Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder but he tenses, pulling his shit together just as Sam does when they step into the Underground. He follows Sam easily, trusting the Sasquatch to lead them in the right place.

The slap on the shoulder jerks him forward and Sam'd totally turn around and punch him right back - if they weren't about to be eaten by monsters. A few growls come from the darker parts of the tunnels, where he can't really see anything. "Really? Already?" Sam cocks his gun and gets ready, waiting for the first sign of a fight, "Just can't get a break, can we?"

Dean cocks his gun in response, moving to stand side by side with Sam, his shoulder pressed against his brothers.

"Come on, Sammich. They can't help themselves. We taste good."

"Now's not really the time to talk about how we taste, Dean." Feeling Dean's shoulder come in contact with his, Sam knows they'll be able to cover each other from both sides, so he keeps moving cautiously. They aren't too far from the panic room, but the growls seem to be growing in number and proximity.

"I think they're already hungry, Sammy. Talking about how good we taste isn't going to change that," Dean answers but his tone is nervous. The number of growls make him jumpy. He tries to nudge Sam into a bit of a faster pace with his shoulder but he doesn't move out of position.

"Great. You offer them the A-1 sauce, I'll just be heading off to the panic room in the mean time." That's just them, always joking, even in the face of danger. But they've hunted these things before, so Sam isn't too worried. Except that hey, there seems to be a lot of them and whoops, one makes a move at them and Sam shoots it before it can reach them. Loud noises in a tunnel? Not the best of ideas. Now they're all riled up, and there's way too damn many of them. "Okay, change in plans. Run!"

"Good plan," Dean says as he shoves Sam ahead of him. He'll stay in the back, hold things off and try to buy Sam some time. He shoots a big, dark and ugly just before it reaches them.

"Come on guys. That the best you can do?" he taunts as he runs glancing over his shoulder, turning and trying to make sure nothing catches up to them.

Sam's taking out everything in front of them while Dean covers him from behind, trying to put as much ground behind them as possible. But it's getting darker, and the paths made by the tunnel walls are blurring together, so Sam has to stop to pull out a flashlight and refer back to Bobby's notebook, which leaves him temporarily vulnerable.

When Sam takes out the flashlight, Dean moves closer to him, taking up the defensive position. "Come on, Sammy. We're attracting a lot of attention right now."

That being said Dean shoots a couple of things with lots of teeth just as they close in on the pair.

Sam's flipping through pages, trying to read quickly, but it's not exactly easy. "I'm trying, man, but it's not like Bobby drew a map. He made this thing so no one'd find it unless they knew where it was." Just as he says that, a few more beasties gain on them and he opts out of the flashlight to grab his gun and fire a few rounds into them before they can make contact. And now this gun's out of ammo, so he shoves it in his coat and grabs the light as quickly as possible.

He shines the light on the walls, like he's looking for something, and finds a what looks like a slight shift in the materials of the walls. They're close - now all they gotta do is find the door. "C'mon, Dean. This way."

He follows Sam, walking backwards in order to try and keep an eye on what's happening. "You look for the door. I'll keep these things off us."

Which is why there's two shots in a row and his pistol is out. That gun gets shoved in his jacket pocket and he pulls another one from the waistband of his pants. It's not going to last long out here though.

Sam is observing the wall closely when he hears Dean's pistol run out of bullets, and he realizes that this shit needs to be found, and it needs to be found now. He flashes the light up and down the wall until - aha! There's a familiar devil's trap faintly written in red paint on the wall and hidden by what had to be months of dust and grime. Sam feels around the area beneath it until he finds the handle and pulls the door open. He tosses his bag inside and turns around with a fully loaded gun out, firing into the crowd of monsters to give Dean time to get inside. "Alright, Dean, it's open. Get in here!"

Dean takes the opportunity to dash inside. He's not stupid and Sam will be fine. "Alright. Shut the door, Sam! Get in here."

He's breathing hard, adrenaline rushing through his veins from the run to get here. There's also the relief of both of them having made it washing over him.

Sam keeps firing to keep the beasts back until he hears the dreaded clickclickclick of an empty magazine, after which he back tracks quickly into the panic room. He shoves the door back into place and locks them in, placing his forehead against it with a sigh once he's certain they're safe. "Are we having fun yet?"