Blood is Thicker than Water

Daniel rolled his eyes. "No shit."

"Trade. Finance. Selling stuff." Gabe said.

Harley sat there, just listening to them bickering. "Alright I know I'm new here. But any escape plans?"

"We got a guy.. Johnny.. but.. he's on business. So is Misha. Harley we're on our own." Spencer felt kinda bad for her. She just got dragged into all of this.

"Trade? Trading what?" Drake pulled back, nailing Gabe in the jaw. "Trading drugs... girls.. what?"

Daniel leaned his head back. He grit his teeth.

Gabe sighed. "Drugs. But not lately. Our dealer got nailed."

Harley looked at the knife at her feet. It was maybe small enough to pick a lock. She'd seen friends do it. "Hey Spencer.. Daniel.. can either one of you pick locks?"

"And who do you think called the hit on him?" Drake hit him again. "Just cut to it. You're a bunch of idiots. Who's calling the shots for you all?"

"Spencer can." Daniel said.

Gabe spat blood. "Daniel. You have to be smart enough to know that one." He said sharply.

Spencer shook his head. "I haven't had to in a year."

"Well you can at least try." Harley took her foot, sliding her knife over to Spencer. It was a fillet knife, making it the smallest in the room.

Spencer could reach Daniel better, so he picked it up, eventually hearing a loud pop in the lock. "I think that just broke it."

"The knife of the lock.. wait." Harley remembered flipping the lock in Daniel's handcuffs forever ago. And they weren't being held by the government so she could. Then there was a softer click heard, Daniel's cuffs falling to the ground.

"Hey it worked. You're coming with me next time-" Spencer was shut up when Gabe was thrown back into the room. Drake had gotten tired.

Gabe stumbled back to his wall, sitting down.

Daniel glared at Drake, then looked at Gabe.

"Alright who's next?" He clapped his hands, brushing Harley's chin softly. "Well I can tell you. She doesn't know shit. So." He let her go, standing back in the middle. "Volunteers?"

Daniel stood up, lunging for the knife and when he had it in his hands, throwing it into Drake's chest. Then he tackled him, pulling the knife out and stabbing him again and again, then stabbing him in the eyes and pulling his gun out of his pocket, tossing it aside.

Drake didn't even know what hit him. He was on the ground, bleeding out.

Harley stood up, forgetting the fact she was chained. When she tried to jerk free, it caught on her wrist. Making her sit back down to unlock them. She did the same with Spencer's.

Spencer bent down, picking up a knife and pushing Harley back in the corner. Drake surely had reinforcements. Scratch that. He knew he had them. And like clockwork, they came in the door, starting to try and get them on the ground again.

Misha had gotten home from his business trip, and finding the house empty got him slightly alarmed. Then he walked out to the garage, seeing the numbers carved into Harley's car. He had Johnny call the number, and running a trace on it. They both got back into Misha's car, driving to the triangulated spot. Then they heard something scream. Misha drew his gun, starting to shoot his way inside.

Daniel just used the knife, stabbing the reinforcements as they came. A few knocked him down, but he got back up. He soon saw Misha and Johnny. "Mish and Johnny are here!"

Gabe stood up, punching his way through.

Misha looked at the dead bodies in the room. "What the hell happened?" He asked quickly, but Spencer was already pushing him back out the door.

"We have to go. Now." He said, finally they all go outside. "Get back in your truck and go. We'll explain later." Spencer hoped back into the driver's seat of his car, waiting for the others.

Daniel pulled Harley along, getting shotgun in Spencer's car, holding Harley on his lap.

Gabe got in the back.

Harley leaned up against him, wrapping an arm around him. She kissed him gently.

Spencer got the car running, speeding off the second more of Drake's men came outside. He followed Misha's truck back home, pulling it into the garage.

Misha was already inside, pacing slightly. "What the hell happened?" They were asking this question a lot lately.

"I don't know. Harley's car got keyed. We call the number, and get told to show up at a certain spot. That's all I know." Spencer had walked inside, leaning against a wall.

Daniel walked inside. "Ffuckers." He growled.

Umm.. we're calling this RP dead. We're starting a new SPN one.

Hehe. Thanks?