Too Busy Sinning™

Easy Escape

Nico feels himself ease out of sleep. He keeps his eyes shut as he remembers his dreams. Thank gods they were only that. In a few moments he would roll over to see Will next to him.

Unfortunately, logic had to kick in and ruin everything. Nico groaned as he noticed how sore his muscles were, the uncomfortable position of his neck and the hard surface he was sat on. Realization jerked him awake, bringing him to a more upright position. Nico was definitely not in his flat.

He felt a pinch, and looked down. Cuffs made of steel encircled his small wrists. Two small pentagrams were etched into each. Why the men would have bothered with them puzzled Nico. It's almost like they thought he was a Daimonion. What Idiotas. These wouldn't stop him going anywhere. Oh. he thought. Styx...

His little performance must have earned him a spot in demon prison. He could escape easily enough, but he would have to find Will first. Nico took in his surroundings. The cement walls had metal pipes running along them, and the room was lit by large circular warehouse lights. He looked down to see a yet another pentagram, but this one was completely surrounding him. Nico needed a plan... he had to get information. But for that he needed a participant.

He fell completely silent, thinking. He had been still for a while before he heard it. A faint sniffle came from the other side of the door. Nico grinned. All he had to do was get that person's attention. Suddenly, Nico let out a sharp cry. He dramaticized it a little, it couldn't hurt, in fact, it would probably make this a lot faster. And he was right.

After about a minute, a shout came from behind the walls in front of him. "Shut up!"

The voice was commanding and clear, and Nico could hear the irritation layered within it. You are afraid. He told himself, then forced out a massive sob. He continued to snivel as he thought how easy this was going to be. Nothing happened, so he decided to egg it on a bit more.

"It's my leg," he cried. "It's - I can't.."

"Demons don't have feelings, and they don't care if they're hurt, so shut up." said the voice.

Nico stopped immediately. The voice was right. Dam it. He was so convincing too. Nico cleared his throat, and was nearly ready to start a new tactic when a loud banging echoed many times off the solid metal door.

"Neeks! Nico are you all right?" It was Will. Nico might as well have seen that blond mop of hair, for the smile that rose to his face.

"Will! Are you okay? I'm fine-"

Di Angelo had been cut off by a short gasp, and then a thump.

...

Sam wrenched the blondie, (Will?) off the door. He fell to the ground, but otherwise looked unscathed. "What do you think you're doing? That's not your friend! He's manipulating you." Sam scolded.

"Boyfriend, actually." Will corrected. "And that is him. If you would just listen -"

"Sammy!" Shouted a rough voice. Dean came rushing into the area. He was panting, and a small trickle of blood fell from his mouth. His eyes darted between Will, the door and Sam, who was holding on to Will by his shirt. When he saw the situation his posture quickly relaxed, though his gaze stayed intense as it focused on Will. "Damn, kid. You can move."