2 to go

who: the teenage crew
where: halls o asylum
when: late afternoon/early evening

They were on the move. After going over the map a few times, they found an internal room. It was more towards the medical end of the building, and was technically an inner office, with an ajoining examining room. If they hit up the examining room, they'd be in a room with no windows, and the only way in was through another room that would be a first line of defense. They had arranged the group as accordingly as possible, with all the people who were either traumatized, or at the very least non combat oriented in the middle, surrounded by those that were more capable of dealing with things if they happened to get jumped. They'd also stopped to gather up Porter, Medea and Isabelle, so everyone was together for it.

As planned, Dean and Thia were taking point. The trek to their chosen safe haven wasn't actually overly long, it was just through hallways that had weak points they weren't overjoyed with. Cross hallways, more rooms, long corridors with nothing but windows showing nothing but snow. It looked vaguely like someone had taken a giant eraser to the outside world and it just didn't exist anymore.

They were nearly there when Thia abruptly stopped. The group was behind them, around the corner, but she saw a shadow move up ahead. She raised her bow, figuring if she was being paranoid, then whatever, at least she wasn't relaxing her guard down and ignoring it. She could deal with paranoid. She couldn't deal with them not reacting while they had a chance. She was aware of Dean where he was, and figured if he hadn't noticed anything himself, he'd let her know.

Dean stopped when she did, hearing something up ahead, though he knew that the specific acoustics of the corridors in this place were playing merry hell with his hearing. For all he knew, the noise had come from behind and it just sounded like it came from ahead. He didn't like that, not at all - but then he saw the movement and froze, bringing his gun to bear, just as the demon moved forward, into the light of the corridor.

She'd been waiting. She was still, entirely. Sure, she said that she probably wasn't going to be at all useful with her stupid bow and arrows unless they were in an environment that didn't have any distractions. No wind to try and work with, no light in her eyes, nothing else. And here they were in a situation that didn't have any distractions beyond ones she allowed. At the moment, she wasn't allowing any of them. Her hearing aids weren't as good as the ones Dean had shorted out on her, so if anything else was happening, it would take a loud scream to alert her attention. So there wasn't anything to hear. All she'd been doing was leaving her gaze on where she'd seen the shadow move.

And when it stopped being a shadow, when there was a demon there, she didn't even actually think about it, she just let go. A slight little adjustment, and that was it. She didn't really think anything through. One second she was aiming, the next she'd already fired. Her aim wasn't off, either. It hit, buring itself just below the thing's collarbone. Nowhere vital, really. Somewhere that normally, it could have ignored for now, survived with no problem. Only she'd coated her arrowheads with her own blood. Which meant it started forward, and made it a step or two before it stumbled, then fell flat, convulsing on the scuffed tile floor.

Dean didn't even get a chance to let off a shot before the arrow hit home and suddenly the demon was down. Any reaction he had to that was covered by the sudden noise from behind them as another demon attacked from the rear, racing up the corridor towards the back of the group.