Sam, Dean, Dahlia and Angie parked and opened the trunk. Dean and Angie both pulled out two tasers.
"What do you have those amped up to?" Sam asked.
"A hundred thousand volts," Dean replied.
"Damn."
"Yeah, Ang and I want this raw head extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count."
Dahlia pointed to the Charger. "You three go in. I'll stay out here with Noelle."
They moved down the basement stairs with guns and flashlights.
A noise caught their attention and they moved towards a cupboard.
"On three," Dean whispered. "One. Two. Three."
Dean swung the door open, revealing a young boy and girl crouched inside, covering their ears.
"Is it still here?" Sam whispered and the kids nodded.
Dean looked at the boy. "Okay. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go." They moved towards the stairs. "All right, go!"
Sam started to take the kids upstairs, but a hand grabbed his legs, knocking him back down. The children screamed and ran to the top of the stairs.
"Sam!" Dean and Angie called.
Dean shot his taser and missed. "Sam, get 'em outta here! Angie, go with 'em."
Sam threw his taser to Dean. "Here take this!"
Sam ran up the stairs and moved the children out of sight.
Dean moved around the basement on high alert, shining his flashlight into corners. "Come on!"
A ragged, hairy creature leapt up and shoved Dean backwards. Dean lost his weapons and flashlight as he fell. He glanced around, scrambled across puddles of water to grab the taser and pressed it on the creature as it moved towards him, electrocuting him. Angie remained with Dean in case something went wrong. Electricity moved from the creature through the water and to Dean. She lunged at Dean and tried to rescue him, but electricity surged through her body. The three shook and twitched. The creature fell, and Dean and Angie lost consciousness.
Sam ran down the stairs and saw Dean and Angie in the corner, unmoving. "Dean! Angie!" He ran over and half lifted Dean, holding his face, then shook his friend. "Dean, Angie, hey. Hey."
HOSPITAL
Sam stood at the desk with a receptionist. Dahlia stood next to him, holding Noelle.
"Sir, I'm so sorry to ask," the receptionist said. "There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file."
"Right. Uh, okay." He pulled a card from his wallet and handed it to the receptionist.
The receptionist glanced at the card. "Okay, Mr. Burkovitz."
Sam saw two cops waiting and walked over.
"Look, we can finish this up later," one of the cops said.
Sam shook his head. "No, no, it's okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, and we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in."
"And you found the kids in the basement?"
"Well, thank God you did."
Sam noticed a doctor walking towards them and glanced at the cops. "Excuse me."
"Sure. Thanks for your help."
"Hey, doc. Are they..."
"He's resting."
"He? And?"
"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart... it's damaged."
"How damaged?" Dahlia asked. "What about my friend?"
"Your friend had a semi-severe heart attack. We can't get her to wake up. We've done all we can. We can try and keep them comfortable at this point. But, I'd given them a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."
"No, no," Sam argued. "There's, there's... gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment."
"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."
Sam walked away, an upset look on his face.
He made his way to Angie's room and stroked her hair. "Ang, I need you to wake up. I can't lose one of my best friends."
Sam closed his eyes tightly and wished for her to wake up and opened his eyes. She was still unconscious.
Dean was watching TV as Sam and Dahlia, holding Noelle, entered. "Have you two ever actually watched daytime TV? It's horrible."
Sam shook his head and sighed. "Lia and I talked to Angie's and your doctor."
"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."
"Dean."
Dean looked up and clicked the TV off. "Yeah. All right, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me. How are you, Lia?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here."
Dean's tone turned serious. "Hey, you better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass."
"I don't think that's funny."
"Oh, come on, it's a little funny." Dean paused a moment. "Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig. Angie and I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."
"Don't talk like that, all right? We still have options."
"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. Angie may too. And you can't stop it."
"Watch me."
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Sam and Dahlia made their way back to the motel room and he started researching.
He dialed a number. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help."
Sam fought tears. "Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh... You probably won't even get this, but, uh... it's Dean and Angie. They're sick, and uh... the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um... but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, 'cause I'm uh... gonna do whatever it takes to get them better. All right... just wanted you to know."
Sam hung up, tossed his phone on the bed and sat there silently. Dahlia sat next to him and ran a hand up and down his back. The was a knock on the door and he looked up quickly, tears in his eyes. He opened it to find Dean and Angie leaning against the jams, both looking terrible.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam asked.
"I checked us out," Dean replied.
"What, are you crazy?"
Dean and Angie entered the room, leaning on everything within reach. "Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot. And I wasn't gonna leave our friend there alone." He shrugged.
