siege

who: everyone at the osbourne household
where: oz's house
when: around midnight(predawn)

Things were relatively quiet, until around midnight. The night had been mostly undisturbed as far out as they were, though Oz had a police scanner in the kitchen quietly broadcasting. That told them that the vampires hadn't moved on from town, like they had the others. Fires were breaking out, people were dying, stores were looted, it was mayhem in town.

Just not out there. Not until it was interrupted by the first strike of lightning that crashed down from the sky all on it's own, to hit a figure that was moving in from the treeline. That was when the badness started.

Sophie had been in the kitchen - earlier she'd made sure they'd all had a decent meal and then afterwards, as the skies had darkened, she'd cleared everything away before setting out more serious supplies, pain meds, first aid supplies, rows of ammunition on the table. She'd done it quietly and efficiently, not saying a word to anyone. Just making sure that every available weapon they had that wasn't specifically already in the hands of someone in the house was available. She was, in fact, preparing for the worst. When it came, there was little she could actually do except stand back and hope she'd done enough.

Billy was in much the same position. Physically, he was useless - he'd never been able to get the hang of firing straight and in the one time he'd gone one on one with a vampire, he would have been dead pretty damn quickly if Oz hadn't saved his life. He knew he could barely throw a punch. What he could do though was to communicate between Maddie and the other members of the household - and if that streak of lightening was anything to go by, Maddie had found something. And killed it.

There was another streak of lightning, and a few shouts and catcalls from the lawn. Howls that were made by human throats, and laughter. Oz winced. Motherfucker did he ever not want to do this right now. He had hoped that they were in the clear. Hoped that they'd be overlooked. No such luck. But the again, his luck had never been that fantastically good, now had it? Nope. It hadn't. So why should that change now? Oh right, it wasn't. He had the shotgun, and wasn't sure even what he wanted to do there. Either way he headed for one of the holes they'd left in the boards over the bay window in the livingroom, looking outside. There were some floodlights set up, and he waited for those to come on, set to the motion detector--not that that was going to matter so much. He saw a few blurs, and his grip on the shotgun tightened. He waited, and there was another flash of lightning, though he didn't see where it struck. Out to the side of the house, he was figuring. Great. Yeah, they were being surrounded. He didn't need to see it to know.

Lullaby was asleep when it all started. She'd been in and out all day, trying to stay awake for a while, but eventually exhaustion crept in. It was probably the soundest she'd slept since her death. Hooray pain meds. She also didn't hear the lightning, and so remained dreaming for the time being.

Oz was a little torn...did they wake her up or let her sleep? She'd wake up when the gunfire started, he thought, which might be...worse. He didn't know. Then he reached over to nudge her shoulder a little, though didn't say anything as he looked outside again.

Maddie ran in through the walls, already speaking and hoping Billy was in earshot. "Not much left from me, surrounded, quite a few've 'em, an they seem right pissed off. I'd say numbers range 'round ten, to be on the safe side. Could be less, could be more, think most've'em're out back."

"There's ten of them - thereabouts," Billy told the rest of the room, his eyes on Maddie, though, naturally, she was fine. There was a shot from upstairs and then Dean raced down and into the room. He'd positioned himself at his bedroom window, looking out into the night, keeping a watch on the darkness. Attention drawn by the lightning, he'd seen one of them as it entered the beam of the spotlight and fired - though he didn't know if he'd hit it, then run downstairs to tell people - but obviously, they already knew.

Joshua didn't much know what to do with himself, now that they were as set up as they could be, and things were starting to happen. Handing him a gun would just be an invitation for accidental suicide, so that was out of the question. So he'd sort of taken up a position in the kitchen, watching through the small window over the sink. It was hard as shit to see anything except blurred shadowy movement mixed in with the other shadows. He was nervous as hell. "I think I see two or three," he called to no one in particular. He wondered how well they could hear, and tried to remind himself that they couldn't come in without an invitation and everything. Not that that was a huge comfort when they were moving in on the place, and he could hear them, but still.

Oz had heard the shot, and had a little spike of pride in the kid before Dean came downstairs. Of course, what he was thinking right now was that a sniper rifle would be really nice to have. Alas, that wasn't on the list of shit they'd gotten themselves today. There were smaller windows in the living room, one that wasn't as boarded up, to allow things like, say, firing out of it. Kneeling down, he shoved it open. The screen had been removed earlier, and he watched out the window. Being he had a shotgun, he couldn't fire until things were in close range--but that really was a non-issue as two of them ran up closer to the house, and he took a shot right before there was loud bangs on the larger window's boards. The one Oz hit went down screeching, considering it quite suddenly had it's shoulder, a good chunk of it's neck, and part of it's jaw evaporate.

Sean had been hoping that this far out of town they'd be missed. He'd helped out with boarding up the house, moving furniture in front of windows, the whole preparation thing. Safe and inside was good for Joshua. Very good. Lack of vampires altogether was better. So when the lightning and gunfire started, he moved closer to Joshua. He was much more a hand to hand fighting guy and it didn't sit well with him to stay in and just hope - not helped by the fact that he knew you couldn't kill a vampire with a gun. Unless it was point blank and you blew their head off or something anyway. Sure, you could make them have a really bad damn day, but that was all.

Maddie noted one vital bit of information Billy had left out. "Surrounded, love, they need t'know that!" she snapped, then ran through the living room wall where Oz had just shot, to see what she could see. She also stood in a vampire just on principal, and also to hopefully get it away from the window.

"...And we're surrounded," Billy told the room, throwing Maddie an apologetic look before she disappeared. Really, by now he should have been better at this - he'd been doing it for long enough. "See anything?" he hollered, not wanting to call her back just to ask and hoping that she'd be able to hear him through the wall.

"Ooooffff course we are." Oz muttered, taking another shot, but the second vamp started to rush the window and he had to fire off another shot, exploding it's face right as it got to the window. The glass shattered and he had to fall back, shards of it falling down on him.

Lullaby had been stirring and trying to wake up, something that was harder than it should have been. Then there were gunshots. Like, from three feet away. It had her sitting up--an automatic sort of thing, and she let out a sharp little scream at that--though it was swallowed by the second gunshot, and then there was glass breaking and she was looking over again, trying to see and understand what was going on around her through the zomgfuckingawful pain she was feeling. It was worst from her wrist, but at least it was splinted and slung, so that was...something. Maybe.

The gunshots were louder in the house than he'd ever thought they'd be, even through walls and everything, and Joshua started, turning to look at Sean. Looking back out the kitchen window, he couldn't see anything moving. The living room seemed to be the place where things were actually happening, and even though that was probably the worst place for him to be then, that was where he started to go. Lullaby was in that room, and he was wondering now why they hadn't like ... tried to move the couch with her on it to somewhere more centralized. Or at least away from windows.

There was one more flash of lightning outside, and more screeches. Oz fired another shot out the window, but didn't know if he'd done much but fill a vampire full of buckshot that didn't kill it. Probably pissed it off real good though. He stopped and watched, waiting to fire again when there was more movement. He was going to have to figure out how many shells he had left in a minute.

Lullaby was looking around, trying to figure out what to do or if possible, where to go. However, she really didn't know where, she was disoriented, and the gunfire didn't help. Looking up, she saw Joshua come into the room and she pushed herself to her feet--nearly falling right back over immediately, but she reached out for him. Maybe he knew better what to do or if there was something they could help with...

Dean heard Thia's cry, but when he looked round, Joshua was already headed over to her. Good. Not that he didn't want to be there, but if Joshua was there... He'd be better for her that Dean ever could be. He was certain of that. Instead, he headed for another loophole. At least now he had the answer to the question of whether he'd actually be able to fire this thing at something. And apparently the answer was 'yes, without hesitation' - something that was bound to give him pause. But later. He didn't have time for introspection now.

Sean followed Joshua - right now, nothing could get him to leave that guy's side. He knew there was little that he could actively do to help the fight and it aided his general disposition if he focused very clearly on simply protecting Joshua - everyone else was prepared, they could take care of themselves.

Oz looked over at the kids, and was glad someone was going to be taking Lullaby...somewhere? Maybe? As long as she wasn't on the couch, that was probably best. He fired another shot, then pulled the shotgun back in to start reloading it. That really was the only drawback to a shotgun. Less rounds. While he did that, Maddie came back in. "Think the last've'm are flushed out've the woods at least." she informed Billy. "Don't think they've got any secret army in the wings, so...just got t'deal with the ones here."

Joshua was heading for the outstretched arms of his girlfriend, debating quickly whether or not he could carry her upstairs. Maybe with Sean's help. They could at least shuffle her somewhere that she wasn't so close to everything. In any case, he was walking fast, and that practice never did well for Joshua Barclay. As he was about halfway across the room, keeping close to the walls to stay out of people's way, the curse flexed it's will and his feet got tangled up in one another. Unable to catch himself, he pitched toward the wall at an angle. Only he didn't hit wall, he hit window. In a way that only he could do, he slammed into it just at the right spot hard enough to break through. He hardly had the time to register the pain of broken glass when impossibly strong hands seized upon the arm and shoulder that dangled outside of the house's protection and yanked. Hard.

Lullaby reached out automatically to steady him but that was less possible to do than usual with her limited mobility. So she didn't get to, and then all of a sudden she was staring in absolute horror as her boyfriend was yanked out of the window and into the yard. "Joshua!" She didn't think--didn't have time to, before she was there, reaching out to try and grab him to pull him back. Which got her pulled out too, when another vampire grabbed her by the shoulder and hair and easily pulled her out the window. She screamed. She screamed, fought, kicked, and struggled, but it didn't matter. She was pulled out into the yard into the lights.

Sean didn't even pause to say a thing as he saw his charge dragged out into the night. And he didn't need to be pulled through the window, he drove through it, wings unfurling as he avoided the vampires on the ground - unsurprisingly, they weren't expecting anything to fly at them as he grabbed Joshua and hauled him skywards. He couldn't carry the guy any distance, but he could enough that he got Joshua immediately out of vampiric clutches.

The ensuing handful of seconds were insanely confusing. Joshua felt his arm come out of socket, and the blinding bolt of pain from that, felt glass scrape against his back, felt somebody grab onto his legs, and then heard high-pitched screaming that could really only be coming from one throat in the house. Almost instantly afterwards, he was grabbed again and yanked out of clawed clutching hands and there wasn't any ground anymore. He let out a shout that wasn't really anything articulated, more just a cry of negative. Because he could still hear her, Lullaby was screaming, she was outside, they had her, and it was getting farther away and that was an impossible amount of bad.

Sean hauled him up and away, not daring to touch down on the ground, because they were under attack, knowing that he couldn't fly far with Joshua's weight. In the end, he landed them on the sloping roof, pinning Joshua to the tiles with all his weight to make sure the guy didn't fall or something unthinkable like that. "I got you," he said, in the darkness, refusing to think about what was happening below.

There wasn't much squirming or struggling room to be done, but Joshua did it anyway for a moment, under the completely mindless drive to get back to her, because she was screaming and it was the most awful sound in the world. But his left arm was useless and every movement hurt and Sean was about a thousand times stronger than he was anyway. Still, he pushed weakly with what he had. "Sean they've got her please she's outside they have her Sean please can you get her please Sean go get her they'll kill her --" he babbled breathlessly, trying to twist and see what was happening. Which was absolutely impossible up there, but he tried anyway.

"Keep still or you'll fall," Sean growled, his first priority, as always, Joshua's wellbeing. He'd read some of that book on fades and the cruel truth was that if they killed her, she'd be back the next day. In the scheme of things, she was a casualty that they could afford to have and he wasn't risking Joshua for her. Hell, if she'd just been a normal girl, he wouldn't be risking Joshua for her, but he would have been trying harder to think of a way to get Joshua to safety and then go back for her. But, they couldn't stay out on the roof all night - especially not with that screaming. "I need you to hold on to me, we're going to leave the roof, I'm going to break one of the upstairs windows, we'll get you back inside. I can't help her while I'm stopping you falling." God, kid, listen to me.

Joshua wasn't thinking about the ins and outs of fades. All he could really think about was the noise she was making, imagination jumping forth to provide all kinds of fun visions of what they could be doing to her. But that 'fall' word got through. Even if there weren't vampires down below, the house was what, three or four floors? If he did fall, it would kill him, and then he wouldn't be able to help her anyway. The rest of what Sean said caught up to him, and it sounded like hey, maybe he would try to go get her. If she wasn't dead by then. But getting down sounded like a good plan, and his brain needed something to latch on to at the moment that wasn't sheer panic. He nodded and wrapped his good arm around Sean's neck, prepared to hold on as well as he could. "Left one's fucked," he said in a rush, just so the angel knew.

Shit - Sean hadn't appreciated that Joshua was already injured, but this wasn't the time for that. He grasped the other guy round the waist with both arms and took off, circuling round to the other side of the house, away from the screams, and hovering close to a top storey window. "Hide your eyes," he warned, aware that there would be breaking glass as he started kicking and hammering at one of the windows, breaking his way in. It was hard going, but eventually the screen gave way and then the window followed and he pushed Joshua through the opening.

Obediently, Joshua squeezed his eyes shut to avoid having any broken glass lodged in them. He couldn't tell if they'd just moved away from it, or if Lullaby had stopped screaming. He found himself hoping desperately that it was the latter. Part of his brain was trying to reassure him that she'd be back, she would come back to life like she had the first time, but there was still that doubt. What if it didn't work this time? He didn't have much time to think about it, as he was being put through the window. He scrambled in and tried to get his feet, but half-landed on his bad arm instead. Which was followed by much pained cursing and immobilization.

Sean followed him inside, finding themselves in the games room, not that that really mattered. "You okay? Let me see that arm - we need to get you downstairs, Sophie'll look at it," he said, going immediately to Joshua.

He rolled and sat up, wincing and trying to breathe through it, because goddamn that hurt like hell. He knew they'd have to shove it back into socket; he'd done this a couple of times before, and it was never fun, but it wasn't devastating. Joshua knew he was bleeding too, from the glass, but didn't think it was too bad. Downstairs was exactly where he wanted to be, so he started to pull himself to his feet.

Sean knew some first aid, of course, but the floor of this room was covered in glass and he didn't have shit to do anything with - not to mention it was dark, so he was focused on getting Joshua somewhere safe - in other words, downstairs. "Come on," he said to the teen, supporting him as they headed down.

~*Meanwhile, Downstairs...*~

Oz looked over in time to see Lullaby pulled out--Joshua had been pulled out so fast he'd completely missed that. "Oh fuck," he breathed, then dropped the shotgun, to already head towards the doorway, ready to intercept Dean--which he automatically knew he'd have to do. The kid was far too much like himself, and if it was Sophie, Billy or Dean who'd been pulled out, he'd have been out the window in a heartbeat. Annnd likely got himself killed. So he made the hard decision and was there, already physically restraining Dean before he could even properly get into the livingroom.

Dean had been concentrating on his loophole and trying to do as Oz had recommended - don't hurry, make your shots count. Was he actually doing any good? Sophie's 101 on vampires earlier had let him know that bullets didn't kill vampires, but they could hold them off. But these guys seemed particularly determined. Only, then there was a scream - a very Thia-sounding scream and Dean forgot about everything outside and he was running towards it - only to then suddenly find himself restrained by Oz. heavily restrained, the guy was probably using all of his strength to do so.

Oz was using all of his strength. Because all in all, Oz wasn't a big guy. The werewolf thing helped a lot--but yeah. Still he wasn't a large person by any stretch of the imagination. He really thought part of the reason he was able to hold Dean back at all initially was that he'd been more prepared for the impact than the kid had been. He grabbed Dean's wrist that held the gun. "Dean--stop, you can't--" he started. There was more screaming going on outside. Piercing, pain filled shrieks that he was sure was piercing through both of the boys. Hell. He wasn't doing spectacularly well hearing it either. But he didn't hear screams from Joshua, so---

Dean struggled, fighting Oz with every ounce of his strength, though he wasn't that big a guy either. He couldn't see Thia, he couldn't see her anywhere, but he could hear her, those screams, those horrible screams and... "Fucking let me go!" he shouted at Oz, trying to wrench the wrist Oz was holding out of his grasp, but the other guy hung on tight. "Get off me!" Dean shouted, swinging round with his left fist, aiming directly for Oz' face, not hesitating for a second in punching the guy he looked up to in his desperation to get to Thia.

He'd really been expecting it. Oz took the hit, it cracking into his cheek hard, and well. Now knew what the score was there. He almost got knocked enough off balance to be overrun, but dropped down lower and used his shoulder to shove Dean farther back, slamming the wrist he still had hold of against the wall to see if he could dislodge the gun. The last thing that was needed was for Dean to fire that thing right now. The screaming was still going on, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Oz was thinking to himself--couldn't they just kill her? Did they really have to be torturing her right now? He heard some words in there but couldn't pick out what they were. What he didn't hear was her calling for anyone. There were no pleas for help. "Dean, you'll get yourself killed you can't go out there!" Not that he thought he was going to get through, and he was still struggling to keep Dean from breaking past. He knew what he had to do here, and he really really hated it right around now, but it was all he could think of on short notice. The cage in the basement. As some of the worst screams yet started, he was thinking even more he'd have to, because...if he were Dean, he wouldn't stop trying. And from the struggling going on, he didn't think Dean would either.

Dean didn't much care what would happen to him at this point - he couldn't just stay inside and do nothing. There were those screams, those awful, terrible screams and from Oz' words he realised that Thia was outside. Somehow, who the fuck knew how, she'd got outside. With them. And they were hurting her. "Fuck you - let me go," he said, kicking Oz hard in the shins as he struggled, even as Oz slammed his wrist back against the wall and his hand reflexively opened, the gun dropping to the floor. Dean stepped back, leaning back against the wall and then using it as leverage to push forward as hard as he could, trying to get passed Oz.

He didn't get very far as bodyweight landed on his other shoulder. Billy wasn't any good in a fight, but he could restrain someone if all it meant was pinning them between himself and the wall and he'd seen how Oz was having to restrain the teen.

"Basement." Oz ground out--he was going to be bruised up in the morning, quite glad that Billy had come to help him. Dean was...well, he was someone listening to his best friend being tortured, he was a handful. He'd be a handful even if Oz was a much bigger person. He started to grab Dean by the upper arm and shoulder, throwing all his weight behind it to shove Dean even farther back, towards the basement door. Her screams were getting fainter. Not because she was farther away, but because she was weakening. Probably dying. It was a damn good thing the door to the basement wasn't far.

Dean didn't give up, even though he was being dragged by two men, he wasn't giving an inch without a fight and though his arms were both pinned now, he had legs. And a whole body to fight with, but it was hard and he knew somewhere that it was completely useless. He was right in that as well as they dragged him out of the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement. Her screams were hardly audible down here, but they still sounded in his head. "Let me go!" he exclaimed again, though he'd hardly stopped with that all the way down.

Oz didn't try reasoning with him any more, he just dragged the literally kicking and screaming Dean down the steps with Billy then dragged him over to the cage, to shove him inside before he pulled the door shut and stood back. He could still hear her. She wasn't dead yet, but he was thinking it would be soon. He was actually hoping it would be soon, in a damaged, dark little corner of the back of his mind, just so she wouldn't have to be living through...whatever they were doing to her, and he could imagine. He just really didn't want to imagine.

Dean didn't cotton on to the fact that they were dumping him in the cage until the door was slammed shut and then was immediately at the door, rattling the bars, trying to pull the locked door open. "Oh, you're fucking - lemme out, Oz - fucking let me out!" They couldn't keep him in here - they couldn't - this was not happening.

"I'm sorry." Oz said, and he sounded wholeheartedly genuine there. Fully. Because he was. He knew what it was probably like for Dean right there in that moment, and Oz knew he probably would have hurt himself trying to get out somehow. He hoped Dean didn't do that--not that there was a whole lot of damage he could do to himself. He started back towards the stairs--needing to get the fuck back up there. He didn't even know what he'd do once he was there, what he could do. But he had to get back.

Joshua stayed pliable and obedient until he and Sean reached the bottom of the stairs. Once that was done sans broken ankles and the like that he was prone to, his head lifted. It was much fainter than it had been, but he realized he could still hear Lullaby screaming. Which meant she was still alive. His chest constricted and he acted entirely without thinking, pivoting out of Sean's arm and running for the window he'd fallen through. He ran into it bodily, but managed to keep all his limbs in this time. He could see the scene clear as day in the floodlights. She was there, being held by two vampires. As if they'd just been waiting on an audience, one of them lunged in toward her throat and reared back, taking a considerable amount of flesh with him. Blood sprayed like black paint in the light and her sounds were silenced.

He hardly realized that he was doing some enraged screaming of his own, and as the vampire who'd bitten her collapsed into a dead heap, Joshua pushed away from the window to make a lunge toward the front door. He didn't know quite what he was doing, just that he was inside and they were outside and he would either rip them to pieces with his bare hands or die for the want of it.

Although initially caught off guard - being that Joshua had given no sign of how he would react on the way down - Sean managed him this time, pulling him back from the window and dragging him halfway across the room. "No you don't," he told him, heatedly. "She's dead, Joshua - she's dead. Nothing you can do for her now but get yourself dead too and I'm not gonna let you do that," he said, wrapping his arms around Joshua's torso, pinning his arms to his chest. "And she'll be back, remember - you know about this shit, she'll be back tomorrow." In fact, she was better off dead - better dead than tortured. It was a blessing.

It wasn't so much saving her -- a thing he knew somewhere was impossible at this point -- it was making them pay. "No, let go!" he dragged out between his teeth, bucking and struggling against Sean's hold. It hurt, but the pain was dulled nicely by adrenaline and rage. His TK shot out wildly and a branch on one of the trees in the yard cracked and fell. He wanted to explode heads. Every single vampire head out there. "Motherfuckers!"

"Fucked if I will," Sean growled, knowing that he'd be hurting Joshua's arm, but in the scheme of things he was willing to do that. "Calm the fuck down," he growled, hating this - he'd thought the boy would be reasonable. He'd been calm enough upstairs, he'd just hoped.

Reasonable and Joshua had apparently parted company. Funny how rationality didn't much want to stick around when you'd just seen your beloved killed for the second time. Resurrections or no. He thrashed uselessly, eyes still on the door, teeth grit against the pain that building up again in his shoulder.

Okay, so the boy wasn't calming. Fuck - Sean knew that if he let him go, he'd just dive for the window again, dislocated shoulder or not, so he had no choice but to just stand there, holding on to him, letting him struggle as he looked for another option.

Sophie heard the footsteps on the stairs, signaling the return of Oz and Billy as she stayed out of range of the other two men. Sean seemed to have Joshua locked down and she knew she couldn't add anything to this conversation. "J! We need you!!" she called, loudly.

What now? went through the back of Oz's mind as he didn't question and immediately ran for where he'd heard Sophie's call. From the bond he knew she wasn't hurt or anything, but that didn't stop the initial rush. She saw Joshua struggling with the angel, and while Sean looked like he had things in much better hand than Oz had had with Dean, he sighed. "There's a cage in the basement." he said to Sean. "I can unlock it and he can go in there too, if he won't..." he made a vague gesture. Stop. Like Dean--who was still screaming to be let out down there, he could hear it quite well. That was going to be fun. The trick would be getting Joshua into the cage without letting Dean out.

Hearing vampires close to the window, Oz looked over and saw Lullaby's corpse being held out by the broken glass of the window. In a high, mocking voice, one of them 'spoke' for her, hands coming up even to move her jaw. "Come out and play with meeee! You know want tooo!! Tee hee!"

Oz growled, and almost forgot about the whole Joshua situation, taking a few steps towards the window. That was just wrong.

Joshua stilled only momentarily, head twisting around against Sean's chest to see what he could see when he heard the voice. Which was just ... un-fucking-speakable. "Oh you fucks!" he screamed at the window, struggling against the arms around him with renewed force. "You cockless bastards! You're all fucking dead!" He kicked and rocked back against Sean, trying wildly to dislodge his grip. Insults and threats that bordered on inarticulate streamed out of his mouth, and another window in the living room spiderweb cracked of it's own accord.

"Okkkkkkay, down we go," Sean decided, hauling Joshua towards the other guy. "Which way?" he asked, bodily carrying Joshua across the room. "Lead the way and I think we should make this quick."

Oz looked back, and was still growling when he turned to head for the basement door. He'd just...really really really take his aggressions out on those outside when he got back up. He was in a world of Not Fucking Happy right around now. He went downstairs and snagged the key from the wall behind the stairs, and headed over towards Dean. "Don't make this harder than it has to be." he said to the kid--even if he didn't think it would do anything even remotely resembling good. He was also willing to bet that he'd get punched some more, or kicked in the process.

Pain and exertion were starting to wear Joshua down, but he still fought as well as he could the whole way down the stairs. The earlier mention of the word 'cage' didn't sink in until he saw it, with Dean inside. Which was more than a little fucked up, in all honesty. "Oh fuck you! Fuck! You! Fuckin' ... ow!" He did not want to go in there.

Dean had heard them start to come downstairs and was standing in the middle of the cage, slightly towards the door. "Lemme out Oz," he said, seriously, watching the guy cross the room. Not that he expected Oz to do that - somehow he figured the guy was planning on leaving him here for a goodly while longer. Well, Dean had no intention of staying locked up.

"No." Oz said simply, though he was waiting for Dean to do...whatever, something. He had no idea what, but again. If he were in there? If the situation were reversed? He sure as hell would try. He approached the cage door cautiously, keeping an eye on Dean very closely so he could toss the keys back if the door was rushed. Then he waited until Sean got in close, planning on opening the door only far enough to get Joshua tossed in, then shutting it again. He nodded to Sean, and turned the key, just barely starting to open up the door, keeping his body blocking it so if oh, say, Dean rushed the door it would slam into him first, as opposed to just opening and letting the kid free easily.

Dean watched Oz, knowing that the guy knew he'd try something, knowing it was probably futile, but he had to try anyway. With a thought, the lights went out with a bang - blow rather than killed to try and shock and surprise people, throwing them and increasing his chances of getting out of here - plunging the room into blackness. And that was where it went really wrong for Dean as the backlash downed him in an instant, consciousness going out as rapidly as the lights and her hit the floor in a heap.

Joshua went still finally as the lights popped out, just by instinct. He and dark places had never gotten along, even though he'd completely lost independent mobility to Sean. Still, it was unexpected and made him stop fighting, at least. His first thought was that the vamps had cut the power or something -- though that wouldn't be a reason for them to blow out like that -- but then his eyes started to adjust a bit from the light coming down the stairs.

Sean didn't like the idea of just dumping Joshua in a cage - he was sure that the guy's arm was seriously injured, but if it was a choice between fixing that and him running outside to revenge his dead-again girlfriend? No, there wasn't a choice. He hauled Joshua into the cage and let him go. "I'm really sorry, man," he said, stepping back so that Oz could shut the door. He sounded it as well.

Oz did shut the door, but the second he did, he was kneeling down at the edge of the cage. "Dean?" he asked sharply. Fuck. That didn't look spectacularly good. Though with his hearing, he also heard a lot more shouts from upstairs, both from the vamps outside, and Billy was calling him back up. So...he didn't have the time to check on him this very second. Shit shit shit. He'd ask Sophie to do so. They still had shit to do. "I'm going back upstairs to see about the rest of these fuckers. Your help would be appreciated." he said to Sean, though didn't directly ask him to help. Then he turned and dashed back up the stairs.

Joshua stumbled a bit going in, but mostly managed to stay upright, with the help of the back of the cage. He slid down into sitting. It seemed like the pain caught up all at once, and it hurt like hell. Getting his mind around the idea that he'd been put in a cage was a difficult task. But the more immediate thing was that Dean seemed to have keeled over on the floor, and that was never good. He shifted up onto his knees and shuffled over -- not that there was a whole lot of room to spare anyway -- and felt around with his good arm until he found the guy's neck. "He's got a pulse and he's breathing and everything," he told Sean, sounding exhausted and a bit hoarse.

Sean looked from Joshua to Oz. "Sure, I'll help - long as Sophie comes down to see to Joshua. He's hurt. And looks like your boy's not too great either," he pointed out.

From the top of the stairs, where Oz was already calling for Sophie, he looked back down into the basement. "She's on her way." he said. "Come on." he said, disappearing from the doorway, and holding it open for Sophie so she could get down there. At least the house had flashlights and candles...after what Dean had done. But the vamps outside weren't going to go away on their own, and no one would be safe if they say...threw a molotov inside the living room since it was all nice and wide open for them.