Dean was on high alert as he talked to Bobby in the kitchen.
Below him Sam's cries for help were cutting him like a knife over and over.
He couldn't give in, as much as his heart was hurting.
He cringed as he heard Sam crying out. He had been begging for hours.
Standing with Bobby in the kitchen, Dean leaned an ear towards the cellar door.
"Guys, help!" Sam's voice was desperate and full of terror, different from the begging, pleading.
All of a sudden the desperate voice went silent.
Dean's heart dropped as he bolted for the stairs.
