More fic. Sorry for clogging people's flists.

[holdeverysong]

Fandom: Supernatural / Resident Evil
Title: Project Mayhem
Rating: Well, there's graphic violence and future smut, so I'll go with a safe NC17.
Author: Lizi
Pairing: Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC
Warnings/Spoilers: If you're up to date on the show, you should be spoiler free (plus, the fact that I'm a recently hooked Supernatrual fan, so Wikipedia has been my friend when it came to this fic). As for warnings, there's gratuitous violence and Resident Evil style gore. And cursing. And smut. I'm a bad girl. =P
Author's Note: My apologies in advance if there are horrid OOC moments for the boys. Like I said, I'm new to the show. Also told from a narrator's POV.
Words : 3,825
Summary: I hate summaries, lol. So, I'll leave this blank.

Once Raina threw the rock through the window of the 'Brady looking' house, she and Dean cleared the glass from the window and crawled inside. However, the inside was nothing near as nice looking as the outside was. Cobwebs among cobwebs, mice and rats abounded and the furniture inside looked like it had been abandoned for years. Raina and Dean set foot into the house and almost immediately went into autopilot mode, searching the place for anything plausible to use to their advantage...

Raina looked around and almost stepped on a pair of rats, doing a quite indecent crux in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Wow...the whole Brady Bunch thing kind of fades once you get inside, huh?" she asked, shuddering as a cold breeze blew in through the window and looked over toward Dean.

Dean batted at a cluster of spider webs, trying to make his way out of the kitchen, and into the living room. "Yeah, unless you include the one where the Bunch gets offed and St. Peter realizes that Marsha and Greg were doing it...and they get sent to hell..." he grinned as he almost tripped on a rotted ottoman.

Raina grinned and followed Dean into the living room. "Brady Bunch Goes to Hell?" she asked with a light laugh. "I'd pay to see that..." she looked around the room, shuddering when her eyes fell upon a pile of bones in the corner. "Oh, gross. This place looked so nice on the outside, but then...I mean...it looks like some freaky shit you'd see on TV."

Dean laughed, turned around and looked at Raina. "Goth Jan mush have been some hot!" he wiggled his eyebrows and watched as Raina's smile grew. She really had a beautiful smile. "I wish someone was filming us right now...we could totally be movie stars..." he stuck his tongue out.

Raina laughed. "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Winchester..." she wiggled her eyebrows then went into her sexiest, most teasing pose and winked at Dean. "Anyway..." she said, putting her 'zombie hunter' hat back on. "This house looks like it's been abandoned forever..." she sighed and looked at a chair, debating on whether to take a seat or not. But when she saw two rats crawl out of the seat, she thought better of it.

Dean couldn't help but stare when Raina went into her pose. A grin crossed his face and he had to use all his willpower not to reach out and touch her. But he'd seen what she was capable of doing to a zombie and was not keen on suffering the same fate. "Beautiful, Miss Morenez..." he chuckled in response, then when she went back into professional mode, he followed suit. "I know...if we find anything in here, it'll be a miracle!"

Raina saw the look on Dean's face for a moment, and tried not to giggle. He was attractive, and he seemed like a blast, but she most certainly wasn't going to let that interfere with her plans. "Actually, Mr. Doubty-Dean...I think I just found something..." she said as she knelt down before a square of floor that looked as though it came off. She reached beneath it and pulled it open, then looked at Dean, but paused when she saw a shadowy figure behind him. "Wh--what the hell?"

Dean knelt in front of the door, then looked at Raina, confused as to why she was so panicky. "What?" he asked as he looked over his shoulder, then turned around to see what she was looking at. "I don't see anything..." he raised an eyebrow. But when he turned back around, on Raina's shoulder, he saw a shadow beginning to appear. "I--think...what in the..." and as soon as he had seen it, it was gone. "I think we're both seeing things, Raina."

Raina raised an eyebrow too, when Dean acted as though he had seen something over her shoulder, too. "Weird. Shall we?" she asked as she opened the door and signaled for Dean to go in first. "I don't think we're gonna find anything up here..." she spoke, though she was still a little worried about the shadowy figures that they'd both seen.

Dean glared somewhat at his companion, though he still had a playful grin on his face. "Oh, sure, let's have the guy with no martial arts experience and no weaponry go in first...see what fun can come of a zombie tearing him limb from limb..." he stuck his tongue out at her, though he was truly a little bit trepidatious.

Raina let off a light chuckle and started down into the cubby. "Fine, fine..." she shook her head and sighed, turning her head back to look at Dean. "But I swear, if I get my brains eaten? It's on your head, Dean. Got me?" she stuck her tongue out.

"Deal..." Dean smiled and followed Raina close behind, down into the basement cubby, only to realize that it was too dark to even see their hands in front of their faces. "Well, that's about enough of that, I'd say..." he said as he turned around to head back to the semi-light floor. "Agreed?"

Raina nodded and turned around, too. "Yep!" she said as she made her way up the stairs. When they got within a half-a-foot of the door, it slammed in their faces. "Well, that's lovely..." she said as she started to push on the door. "It's locked. Guess we weren't just seeing things, huh?"

Dean sighed and shrugged his shoulers, not that Raina could see him. "All too predictable, isn't it?" he asked with a sigh, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. "And Dean said, let there be light!" he said as he flicked on the lighter.

Raina grinned and looked at the dim light, eminating off the small fire. "Well, dim light, anyway...better than nothing..." she said as she made her way down the stairs. "Good thinking, Dean..." she said softly, as she noticed how nice his face looked bathed in the dim light of the lighter in his hand. She took a couple of steps toward him and linked her arm around his, biting her lower lip nervously. "You know...so that we don't get separated in the dark..."

Dean smirked and nodded his head. "Of course. Let's look around..." he said as he lowered the lighter to light up a table. "I mean, there's got to be a flashlight around here somewhere..."

Raina shrugged and huffed out a sigh. "Why in the hell wouldn't they have a freaking electric source in a dank, dark, creepy-ass basement, anyway?" she asked with an annoyed voice. "I mean...it's like they're ASKING for a freaking accident..."

Dean half-smiled, then lifted his finger from the lighter. "Shit, I can't hold this for long...it's gonna start to burn my finger, and it's starting to dim, too..." he said as he looked around for anything to light up, so they could have some light.

Raina bit her lip. "Shit..." she said as she grabbed a handful of paper from the table. "Hand me the lighter, Dean..." she said as she flicked it on, and piled up a bunch of the paper on the floor, then walked over to a table in the corner of the room and cleared it off with a swift shove, piling the stuff onto the floor. She lifted the small wooden table and slammed it onto the floor with a loud 'crash.' She handed the lighter to Dean. "Light up the paper and keep it going until I can gather enough wood to make it light up the entire room, okay?" she commanded.

Dean did as he was told and lit the paper on fire, trying to keep it going as long as he could. And as though she'd timed it perfectly, when the fire was right at it's highest point, Raina approached and put a few pieces of wood on it, lighting it even stronger. "That's a nice fire..."

Although it wasn't as if the weather wasn't enough to send them into a heat stroke, the fire provided a nice bit of light throughout the entire room. "So, shall we start looking for a way out of this hellhole?" she asked. It was kind of funny, because the fire in the room gave it the actual look of hell. Dark, with the only available light being the light of the fire, and hotter than the hottest day in the Sahara, it really was beginning to look and feel like the ninth circle of Hell.

Dean was about to start looking for a way out of the room, but he caught a glimpse of a merciful sight on a table in the middle of the room. "Or a gun...?" he offered up as he picked up the handgun from the table and looked at Raina.

Raina continued looking around the room and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, we kind of need to get out of here to...wait--a gun? Where'd you find a gun?" she asked with an intrigued look on her face. She turned to look at Dean, to see that, sure enough, he held a Jericho 941 handgun in his hand. "Ooh! Jericho 941! My weapon of choice!"

Dean grinned and nodded his head in agreement. "I have one of these in my car!" he said of the sawed off, double barrel shotgun he held in his hand, as he thought wistfully of his car. He really hoped whoever did this crap to him had left his car alone.

Raina grinned at Dean. Other than zombie hunting, her biggest passions were guns and cars. "What kind of car do you drive? I have a '66 GTS Ferrari...it's my child..." she chuckled. "Anna gets annoyed because I won't let her drive it, but...if anything happened to it, I'd kill someone. And she's too valuable a partner to kill..."

Dean grinned at her as she described her car. So, she was a car enthusiast, too. Was there anything wrong with this woman? And she even had good TASTE in vehicles. "Black, '67 Impala. Sam's the same way about it. But I don't wanna have to kill my own brother, so I definitely see where you're coming from."

Raina half-smiled and turned to look around the room some more. "Yeah, they just don't get it..." she stuck her tongue out. "Ah, I love strong weaponry," she beamed as she loaded the Jericho. "We're all good now. I'm armed and dangerous...zombies and...pretty much anything that gets in our way...watch out..." she grinned at Dean. They seemed to have a lot in common. It was a pity that...she shook her head quickly and bit her lower lip.

Dean had a slightly confused look on his face at all of the weapons they seemed to be finding, and collected boxes of ammunition off of the table next to him. "This must have been an ammo storage room or something...look at all the shit on this table..." he raised an eyebrow. "You like shotguns or handguns better?"

Raina caught the box of handgun ammo that Dean threw at her, and grabbed a couple of survival bags and gun belts from the table behind her, and tossed one of each to Dean. "That's weird..." she said of the weaponry he had in his car. "I'm a sniper. Rifles are my thing. I can take out zombies from the rooftops and everything. Can behead the undead with a shot to the head..." she wiggled her eyebrows. "Leave it to me to be poetic at a time like this..."

Dean laughed at Raina's poem and put on the belt, putting a Beretta handgun from the table and putting it in one of the slots, and the ammo in the survival bag. "It's almost like all of this was placed here because someone knew we were coming. And they're not even dusty like the rest of the stuff in here..." he raised an eyebrow after his laughter faded. "That's really weird..." he said as he glanced around the room. "Hey, Raina...next to where you were before...there's a door..."

Raina tried not to let her shame show as Dean proved to her that he was not as stupid as Cathryn or Albert thought he was. She'd tried to tell them that, but they wouldn't believe her. Yes, you heard right. Raina was paid off by Cathryn Lavalee and Albert Wesker to guide Dean, Sam and Anna into a trap. The only ones who knew about this, however, were Raina, Cathryn and Albert. She snapped out of her train of thought when Dean told her there was a door behind her, and nodded her head. "I'll check it out. Wait for me?" she waited until Dean nodded, and entered the room.

Dean nodded his head, though he was semi-curious about Raina's sudden concerned demeanor. "Of course I'll wait for you. Never travel alone, right?" he half-smiled at her while she was still in view. "Besides, I don't like to let good looking women become zombie chow. I'll leave that for, let's say, Britney Spears. I'll stay here and check it out..."

Raina went into the small room, a grin forming on her face as Dean complimented her looks, and a little pink rising to her cheeks. She walked in and, though she left the door open behind her, some sort of breeze (which was odd, because there was no breeze in the basement), pushed the door closed. Raina jumped a little, but calmed down quickly afterward. "Dean? There's some kind of control panel in here. It's...too dark to see any of the buttons, though..." she said with a shrug.

Dean raised an eyebrow and headed toward the door. "Okay, wait. How do you know it's a control panel if you can't see anything?" he asked with his eyebrow still raised. "I mean...not to be a jackass or anything, but..."

Raina scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Well there's a camera in here that shows this weird looking--Anna? What the..." she kept her eyes on the camera, acting surprised, although she knew full well where Anna was and why. "Dean, come in here...right now..."

Dean's eyebrow went up even higher. "Weird looking Anna?" he asked as he reached his hand down to the doorknob, and when he turned it, his face immediately went straight, and concern filled his eyes. "Um, Raina...the...door is stuck. I can't come in..."

Raina whirled around and put her hand on the doorknob. She wasn't afraid of a lot, but being alone in closed in spaces was one of the things that definitely scared her out of her mind. She turned the doorknob, but to no avail, and she immediately started to panic. "Shit! Oh God..." she turned the doorknob incessantly. "Dean! Get me out of here! I'm wicked claustrophobic! Please...get me out of here!"

Dean didn't hesitate to start pounding at the door with Raina. It wasn't that strong. Maybe with their combined efforts, they could bust it. But after a good thirty seconds pounding on the door, when nothing happened, he thought for a second. "Raina. Listen to me for a second..." he said, waiting for the pounding on the other side of the door to subside. "You broke out of that bathroom alone, Raina. This should be nothing for you. Just do the same thing you did in there! You can do this!"

Raina bit her lower lip, listened to and took in everything Dean was saying. She thought for a second and nodded her head. "You're right. I can do this. Back up, Dean..." she said as she hauled back to kick the door, then rammed it with her shoulder. When that didn't work, she hauled back to kick it again, and screamed in frustration. She looked from her gun belt to the door, then took out her Jericho. "FUCK THIS!" she screamed as she pumped a round into the door and kicked the knob off, then kicked the door once again for putting her into that position.

Dean jumped as he heard the Beretta go off, momentarily worried that Raina had decided to end herself, rather than get out of that room. But that worry was vanquished as watched as the door flew open, and he approached the room slowly. "Raina? Are you okay?" he asked with a concerned frown on his face.

Raina took a couple of steps out of the room and looked at Dean. "Yeah..." she said softly as she shuddered. "Thanks for the help..." she said in a soft tone. "Let's just get out of here, all right?" she pleaded with him.

Dean nodded and put his arm around Raina's shoulders. "I really didn't do anything, but you're welcome all the same," he said with a small grin. "Sure we can get out of here...but...wait...didn't you say that you saw something about Anna in there?"

Raina nodded and lead Dean into the room with the control panel. "I saw her walking across this screen with a guy--right there!" she pointed at Anna and the guy again as they walked through the screen again. "There they are!"

Dean followed Raina's finger to the screen and bit his lip. "Shit. That's Sammy. Here I was, comfortable in the fact that Sammy and Anna were safe, and all that is fucking smashed in an instant. Fucking great. We have to find them. New mission. Mission one, find Sammy and Anna and mission two, get the four of us the hell out of dodge."

Raina bit her lip, hard. Dean really had no idea. They were supposed to find Sam and Anna, but--she sighed. Every second, it was getting harder and harder to go through with her deal. The more that she thought of it? None of them deserved it. Anna was an amazing girl and Sam, if he was anything like his brother, was an amazing guy. And Dean was...something. She clenched her fists and mentally slapped herself in the face. The money in this deal she had with Cathryn and Albert was worth way more than any friendship. Besides, friendships always led to Raina being betrayed. It was about time for her to do the betraying. She put her game face on and pasted on a grin as she looked at Dean. "Amen..." she said as she headed back out into the main room of the basement. "Oh...shit!" she shouted in panic. "The fire!"

If either Dean or Raina had thought through their fire plan's long-term effects, they may have decided against it. At this point, the fire had almost entirely taken the basement over, and they had no way out. To add to that, there were bullets and gunpowder throughout the room, meaning a big explosion if the points in the room where the gunpowder was were reached...

All these lapses in Raina's professionalism were starting to make Dean wonder what was going on. He'd heard of Raina as a hard ass with no emotions, and was starting to discredit those theories as of now. When her eyes went out into the main room, and she started to freak out, Dean followed and his eyes became just as panicked. "Fuck!" he shouted. "We are SO screwed if that reaches the gunpowder!"

Raina started searching the room immediately for something to break through the door and get them the hell out of that house before it exploded. "There has to be something to get us out of here!" she said as she started searching the counters, and sure enough, right next to the fire, there sat an axe. "Sweet! An axe!" she called Dean over and went to grab at it, but jerked her hand back quickly. "Fuck! It's too hot! Who makes an axe with a metal handle?!" she shook her hand back and forth.

Dean, however, was more concerned with survival than the pain of burning his hands. "Well, we need to get the hell out of here!" he yelled as he grabbed the axe and shouted in pain. But he didn't let it effect him, as he ran to the door to the basement and started chopping frantically, still shouting. But, at some point, the shouts had gone from pain ridden to primal, ridden with angst and frustration at the whole situation. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he hollered as he finally broke through the door.

Raina stared at Dean as he screamed to beat the band, chopping at the door, and was shouting to try and calm him down. "DEAN! CALM DOWN!" she shouted, but as soon as he broke through the door, she followed him through, and they bolted for the front door of the house, and kept running until they were about four-hundred feet away.

Dean, who was still holding the axe in his hands, finally threw it off to the side and pulled he and Raina to the ground, ignoring the searing pain in his hands momentarily, and shielding the two of them behind a dumpster, from the blast of the house exploding. And just as they both ducked down, the Brady house went up in a deafening boom.

Raina peered up over the dumpster, and Dean followed her lead. And at that moment, the pain finally sunk into Dean's brain. He looked at his hands, to see that the skin was raw and there were blisters and burn marks all over them. He swallowed hard as he felt a couple tears stream down his cheeks and he looked at Raina with a pleading look on his face. He didn't know exactly what he was pleading for, but he was pleading for it...

Raina put her hand on Dean's shoulder, then wraps her arms around him. "It's okay, Dean..." she whispered. "It's okay, I promise...it will be, anyway..." she smoothed his hair back, then took his hands and turned them over, looking at them. "Why don't we go somewhere that I can take care of those hands..." she helped him from the ground and nodded her head toward the general store. "I won't let anything happen to you..." she said, momentarily forgetting about the promise she made to Cathryn and Wesker.