Damn your eyes // Dean & Sam

Isaac's face fell, grumpily, but he hid it away quickly as Sam gave him the same look. He was becoming more and more fond of Sam than Dean by the moment, regardless of Dean's quick (if insane) thinking with the federal agent cover up story. Which, speaking of...

"I haven't done this sort of thing much, impersonation I mean, but when I did, it never went this good. And you guys have been doing this for how long? And its never been this easy?" Isaac said slowly, eyes moving to the door, then to the window. A cold, sinking feeling was beginning to creep along his skin and down his spine.

If something was too good to be true, it probably was. Isaac had always been the type to plan for the worst and hope for the best, and now that he was out of danger he was neglecting that mindset. Refocusing, Isaac became increasingly convinced that this was an incredibly dangerous situation that they hadn't yet found their way out of- just the eye of the storm.

Hesitating a second on the window he made note that they were still on the first floor and that the parking lot was just outside where the Impala rested. Turning back to Sam and Dean slowly, he finished his thought quietly. "I think we need to run."

"Yeah, deserted hospital, also not a good sign," Isaac was saying as he gathered up his jacket that was still very much bloody, and balled up his fist in it. Checking the glass much the same as Dean had, frowning. He definitely wasn't going to punch his way out of this one, and all his weapons were in the car. Not that shooting it was a good idea, they didn't want to make a huge racket...

Like smashing a window? You're fucking brilliant, Isaac, just brilliant. Glass doesn't make noise anymore, didn't you hear? he mocked himself inwardly, reflecting on the glass. They couldn't roam the halls- they were dead. Even for a small town hospital there should be an orderly or someone wandering about, and he wasn't the only patient in the room when they were checking in. Maybe they were paranoid but all signs Lauderdale, and Isaac would feel much better curling around a bottle of whiskey under a tree or something than be here.

"Dean, Sam... Ivan," a chilling, familiar voice grated over the intercom system. Isaac whispered several obscenities to himself before simply putting his bloodstained jacket on and looking rather annoyed with the situation at the brothers.

"Fuck it," Isaac said, not wanting to sit around any longer, and grabbed the chair the nurse had been sitting in. It was rather flimsy and of a 'designer' make, but the small 5/8ths stainless steel tubing was definitely stronger than glass. Ignoring the fire in his arm and the rest of his body, he hurled the chair violently into the window, smashing it. Without skipping a beat, Isaac waved for the brothers to follow him before quite literally diving straight out the window and rolling heavily across the mulched perimeter.

A noise outside the door and down the hall like heavy footfalls of something or somethings running approached rapidly.

Isaac had made it as far as the pavement before he had to stop and turn around. They weren't following him- actually, Sam was scrambling out but Dean wasn't following. Dean didn't seriously think he could fight those things, did he? Unless the hunter was holding out some sort of all powerful weapon that he hadn't mentioned or some secret weakness to leviathans, Isaac was viewing this as a suicide mission.

"What are you doing!?!" Isaac shouted as Sam tumbled, saluted the window, and booked it towards him, but Sam's only response was for Isaac to come on. "Wha-, but? Dean!... Sam, wait, ahhh shit," he was blabbering exasperatedly, running full tilt trying to catch up to Sam. There was clearly a plan working here, but Isaac could only think that it was a shit plan if it involved leaving someone behind, even someone more self-righteous than Isaac.

Hopping into the passenger seat and shutting the door hurriedly, he halfway flopped into the backseat to open his guitar case and pull out the extra pistols and ammunition. "Why exactly are we leaving your brother to get mauled by Jaws McDeath in there?" Isaac asked, looking to Sam.

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In the hospital the lights were slowly going out as subordinates dumped the switches, and as the heavy footfalls sounded nearly ready to round the corner to Dean's hallway, the lights flickered out of existence save for the lights in the room themselves. The footsteps slowed and gradually became less heavy as they progressed now down the straight of the hallway in the darkness, advancing towards Dean.

"Naturally Ivan is the first to leave," Graves rumbled over the intercom. "Don't you find it funny, Dean, how easily the tables have turned on you since... acquiring his company?" Graves chuckled, deep and reverberating. The footsteps were soft but near when finally the sheriff's shoes began to glimmer in the harsh light emanating from Dean's room.

"Sorry, son, but it appears you aren't going to be able to finish that paperwork for me," the southern plantation accent chimed, the sheriff advancing slowly but purposely. Without notice his head morphed, unholy maw bellowing as the creature dashed impossibly quick towards Dean, jaws aching to devour.

"What are.. Oh... Uh.. Man, I really hoped I wasn't going to have to do this plan twice in one day," Isaac said ruefully as Sam turned the wheel. But he wouldn't resist, Isaac owed Dean at least this much. Whatever Sam had going on upstairs, Isaac was onboard, for better or for worse.

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The sheriff collided unceremoniously with the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges and smashing the glass window in the process. Hanging over the door, glass nearly eviscerating him, the sheriff began to pull itself up, black goo oozing steadily.

"What's the matter, Dean? Not even a pause of consideration? Just because you wish something not to be true doesn't make it so. Oh little Ivan has played you for fools- is that even his real name? It's hard to be sure anymore... But ask yourself this-" Graves was saying as another door behind Dean opened and the nurse who had stitched up Isaac came racing after Dean, Leviathan mouth wide open.

"How does he know so much of your interests? How is it that he just happens to be seated near you in a crowded bar? A fancy car, sorrows that not even the deepest bottle could drown... Sound familiar?" Graves cackled.