Family Remains

"I'm Not Five"

"Lets go," Dean said, standing up from the table.

"Wow, wow, wow, slow down," Sammy said, also standing.

"What, why?" Dean questioned.

"We don't know what we're stepping into, exactly," Sam said.

"It doesn't matter, just barge in and take over," Dean argued.

"No, we should steak out the place first," Sammy told him, shaking his head. "We need to know what we're stepping into, because if not, we're going to get our ass kicked."

"You don't have much faith in us," Dean tsked.

"Faith has nothing to do with this," Sammy snapped. "Its just that barging in, guns blazing, is not the way to do this."

"Sure it is," Dean said with a grin.

Smug bastard, I thought.

"Both of you stop arguing like five year olds," I finally stepped in.

"I'm not five,"Dean muttered.

I glanced over at him.

"Doesn't seem like it," I retorted.

Dean huffed out a bunch of air and sat down heavily in his chair.

"Sammy sit down," I told.

His eyebrows furrowed and he sat down slowly.

"This is what we're going to do," I said, pacing slowly in front of them.

"But," Dean tried but I glared at him, making him shut his mouth.

"We're going to go over there and watch the house until nightfall," I explained. "Once the sun is under the horizon we'll go in."

I glanced over at Dean and grinned.

"Guns blazing," I added when he caught my eye.

He grinned.

"Fine, fine," Dean said, standing up.

So, that is exactly what we did. We geared up, piled into the Mustang, and headed over to the Lalaurie House. Heading up the front steps, we stopped in front of the front door and looked at each other. Grabbing my small flashlight from my pocket and my gun from the back waistband of my jeans.

We all looked at each other, seeing if we we're ready to enter. Nodding our heads, Dean slowly opened the door and peered inside. Motioning us with his free hand, we followed him inside.

Keeping my flashlight on the floor in front of my feet, I walked forward, following Sam's feet which me ahead of me. Looking around a little, gun raised, I noticed we entered what looked to be a living-room.

"Where do you think she'll be?" I whispered to either Sam or Dean.

I shined my light on the both of them to see Dean shrug.

"Somewhere on the top floor," Dean said.

"Yeah, we kept seeing everyone who entered the mansion go up to the top floor," Sam confirmed.

I nodded even though they couldn't see me.

I walked ahead of Sam who was searching a desk that was against one of the walls. Going over to where Dean was looking at some pictures hanging on the wall, I stood beside him, shining my light up on the wall.

The first picture I saw was of a middle aged woman who I knew as Madame Lalaurie. Shaking my head in disgust of her, I looked around the room, trying to find another door or a set of stairs.

Spotting a door across the way, I crept over to it, gun raised ready to shoot if I had too. I laid a hand on the door handle and slowly turned it, thanking the world when it made no sound. Opening it just enough to see through, I peeked in. Seeing what looked to be a kitchen, I also spotted stairs.

I turned back to the room behind me and called out to the guys. They quickly came over to me and Dean went ahead of me, entering the kitchen first. Walking into the kitchen, a weird smell filled my senses. It was a smell somewhere between an old fire burned wood and sulphur; which is most likely what it exactly is. Looking around the kitchen, I noticed that nothing was burned or covered in charcoal. Someone must have fixed it up at one point and I already knew nobody has officially bought it in years.

Heading towards the stairs, a sound caught my attention behind me. Turning around, I found nothing, nobody, not even Sam. Looking in front of me, I only found Dean.

"Sam?" I whispered out.

Dean stopped to look back at me and I still didn't see Sam anywhere.

"Where's Sam?" I asked.

Dean started looking around.

"Sammy?" He called out, just above a whisper.

No answer.

"Sammy?" I called out, voice still quiet.

"Where did he go?" Dean asked.

"Maybe he found another door and decided to explore?" I tried.

Dean shined his flashlight around, finding nothing until he got by the corner we came in at. Another door was on the other wall, only a few feet away from the door we came through.

"I guess we can just keep walking," I said.

I nudged Dean with my elbow.

"Dean, come on," I whispered. "He did this on his own thought. He came handle himself."

After a small sigh, Dean continued towards the stairs and we went up them, keeping our guard up. On top, we entered a long hallway, at the end of it was the next set of stairs.

Only a few doors were in the hall, but we didn't have time to search them all, we had to get to the third floor where we knew they were hiding out, before they left.

Quickly getting through the hall, with me walking backwards to make sure nothing came out the doors after us. We started up the next set of stairs, guns raised and ready to shoot anything that moved. On top of these stairs was a giant room, alight with a few lamps scattered around.

It seemed empty, but one thing I could see was bound to a chair in the middle of the room.

Dean and I, thinking it might be an innocent victim, quickly went over to the innocent, but gasped the moment we saw who it was.