𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

093

"Is that the sunrise Meg was talking about?" I ask, pointing over to an apartment building. Sam and Dean follow my finger.

"Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart." Dean says.

"Yeah, well, like I said before, demons ain't known for being stupid. I mean, anyone of these people can be possessed by demons. Even jumpy girl over there." I jut my chin over to the young girl playing jump rope with her friends outside the building.

"And so we can't kill 'em. A building full of human shields."

"They probably know exactly what we look like, too, and they could look like anybody." Sam says.

"Yeah. This sucks out loud."

"For sure." I sigh.

"Alright, so, how the hell are we gonna get in?" Sam asks.

"I got a plan." I shrug.

"What is it?" They ask.

"Pull the fire alarm. That should get everyone out. Well...you know, except for the demons. We'll be able to flush 'em out that way."

"Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?" Sam asks.

"Precisely." I nod. "I'll walk inside, pull the alarm, then we wait for the fire department to arrive and steal us some firefighter gear from the truck. Cool? Cool." I start forward.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean stops me. "Your gonna just walts right into the mothership?"

"How else are we supposed to pull the fire alarm?" I chuckle, clapping his shoulder. "Don't worry so much, hun, I got it." I wink, then walk past the skinny trees we were shadowing ourselves behind. I keep my head down as I walk, letting my blonde hair curtain around my face as I walk up the steps of the building.

Pulling the alarm was quick and easy, considering it was right by the entrance, and I was back out just as quick as I was getting in. We watch everyone file out the building—some in an orderly fashion, others more frantic.

The fire department arrives seven minutes later just as expected.

Everything always starts good.

"Hey, what's happening? Is it a fire?" Dean asks the fireman by the fire truck to distract him from seeing Sam and I creeping past him.

"We're figuring that out right now, sir. Just stay back."

"Well, I got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous." Dean stresses.

"Sir, you have to stay back." The fireman starts guiding Dean back to the group of civilians so me and Sam take that chance to sneak towards the back of the fire truck. I whistle shortly when the coast is clear and he goes to pick at the lock with skill. I chuckle to myself and Sam glances up at me weirdly.

"What?" He asks. I shake my head, still chuckling.

"Your brother's funny is all. Says the randomest things." I smile, looking down. Once it is open, we grab the gear and get the hell away from there before we can get caught. Going through and sweeping each floor was an absolute headache, but we manage.

"Damn, these things are hard to breath out of." My voice comes out muffled through the protective mask as I pant after walking up another set of stairs with this 30 pound jacket.

"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean says through his mask as he checked around the new floor for EMF.

"You never told me that." Sam says. I look Dean up and down with pursed lips.