Mute 𖤐 Sam Winchester

TWENTY-ONE

SITTING on her knees before the lock, Joyce attempted to get the door unlocked with her bobby-pin. Sam rummaged around within the room, and Dean stood above Joyce impatiently.

Dean wedged his knife between the door and the frame as she tried to wiggle the pin.

"Can't you break it down, Mister Macho-Man?" She quickly wrote on the wall.

"Shut up."

"Hey." Sam said. The two looked back and saw him holding a small object; keys.

"No, it's locked from the outside."

Joyce watched as Dean pulled the knife back, scowling at the bent utensil. As he stared down at it, he stiffened.

"Made in Taiwan. Freakin' stainless steel."
"So that's why no one sizzled? They're not even real silver?"

Dean sighed. "First Cubic Zirconium and now this. No wonder the rich stay rich. How we gonna kill this thing?"

"You know, we got silver bullets in the trunk."

"Yeah, assuming we can ever make it out of here." He said, looking to Joyce. "Keep working on that door."

She saluted him before kneeling back down and fiddling with the door.

"Guys."

Joyce and Dean turned and noticed Sam watching the cameras. As Joyce moved forward and studied each screen, she stiffened.

She smacked Sam's shoulder and caused him to jump as she jabbed a finger at him. "I told you! I told you it was the maid!"

"We got played by the maid."

"All right, plan B."

Dean walked towards the door and attempted to slam it open with his shoulder. Joyce crossed her arms over her chest and watched as she struggled, and he stepped back and clutched his arm.

"Okay, no plan B."

As they all searched the room from head-to-toe, Sam stood before a cabinet. "Weapons Safe."

"Try these." Dean said, tossing him the keys. Sam unlocked the door and pulled it open, and he stared in shock.

"We got a winner."

The three quickly grabbed a gun and loaded each clip before turning to the door. Sam pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. Joyce reached through and unlocked the door before pushing it open. She pointed the gun forward as they hurried out of the closet.

"Hopefully they didn't hear that."

"Yeah, we'll find out."

"Go with Sam, make sure that they don't leave the house." Dean demanded to the woman. She followed Sam down the stairs, watching his back as they walled down the hallway. Joyce's heart hammered violently in her chest, as if she were two seconds from having a heart attack.

Sam rounded the corner, and a gun went off. Joyce watched as Sam stumbled back to get out of the way. She grabbed the back of his jacket and tugged him towards her as the women inside of the room screamed. Sam noticed Joyce's wide eyes as she searched for any sign of damage.

"It's okay, I'm okay, stay here and watch them."

Joyce quickly nodded and hurried inside of the room once Sam ran after the shifter. As all eyes fell to her, Dash sighed.

"Okay, so we were wrong."

The woman rushed forward and smacked Dash harshly across the face. The women gasped, before sniggering as she mouthed: "You think?".