Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

18 - Locked

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We arrived after about a 20-minute drive and I quickly jumped out of the car with my lockpick supplies and got ourselves access to the building in less than a minute. I smirked as I opened the door and walked in. Dean looked at me with confusion, "You can break into any building so why exactly do you need me?"

I spun around to face him dramatically, "I can get access to all this boring stuff and I've already gone through it too, but all the useful and interesting stuff is a lot more secure." I turned again as he shook his head at me and turned the lights on, so we could see better. I spot the main desk and rush over, jumping onto the spinny-chair so that it spun and moved itself over to the computer. I love these chairs.

I heard Dean laugh at me, but I ignored him and started searching the desk for the computer's login. "Okay, so what do you need me to do?" Dean asked seriously while crossing his arms. He's finally learned to just listen and not complain about my dominant and stubborn personality, great. I didn't bother looking up at him as my eyes spotted a small yellow post-it-note stuck to the wall next to the computer. I smiled, "I need you..." I trailed off, typing the information into the computer and pressing enter. "To follow me." I spun myself in the chair to face him with a smirk and quickly jumped off, leading him to the secure room: the basement.

I open the staff door and head down the stairs towards the high-tech metal security door and heard Dean gasp slightly once he spotted it at the bottom of the short staircase. "That is one very secure door." He noted with slightly widened eyes which made me laugh.

"Which is why this is a two-man job." I noted with a smirk before explaining his part in the plan, "I need you to wait for the door to open and then find something to block it with really quickly so that I can come down and get in as well."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, "Can't you just open the door and come down? Why do I need to block it?"

I started heading back up the stairs as I explained, "The door is controlled by the computer. It can be opened for exactly 20 seconds and then it automatically closes and locks for 5 minutes. So, I could open the door to let you in and just sit outside for ages doing fuck all, but you don't know what you're looking for and I have no idea how many files are down there to search through. It might take hours for all I know, and I'd rather not just sit at the computer for hours."

"Right," Dean nodded awkwardly, "I'll block the door then."

"You do that." I said sarcastically as I got to the top of the stairs, "Remember, 20 seconds."

Dean waves a hand at me, ushering me to shut up, stop patronizing him and fuck off so I laughed and went to leave but was summoned back by his voice, "How do you even know so much about all this?"

I turn to face him with a knowing smirk and said simply, "It's a long story," emphasising the word 'long' before disappearing from his sight, running to the computer to get the door open. I can't believe I'm putting my faith in Dean to do this, why couldn't I have just got Sam to some? Why do I do this to myself?

I sighed as I jumped back onto the black spinny-chair and cracked my knuckles. "Let's see." I mumbled, turning my attention to the screen while searching for the right program. I spot the camera system and decided to open it as well so that I could watch Dean to see if he actually does this right first try or not before returning to looking for the door program. There!

Click click: program open.

Click click clickedy click clack: door open!

20, 19, 18, 17 – I quickly looked at the camera and saw Dean rush into the door as soon as it was open enough for him to enter.

16, 15, 14, 13 – his head searched the room.