How did things go so wrong?
We were fine. Albeit we'd already lied to Ellen, and somehow Jo had convinced the boys to let her help. Even though we were sure she was going to get herself in trouble...
What am I saying, she did get herself in trouble...
He had her...and we didn't know where...
We piled into the kitchen, Dean stalking across the floor, already well on his way to rampaging.
"This is all my fault, I never should've let her stay." he muttered. Sam sat down at the table, I could tell by the look on his face that he was already formulating plans. He had the layout of the sewer systems splayed on the table top, and was scouring them.
"She's a strong girl. Hell, she managed to talk me into going against your word on something. She'll get through this." I murmured and Dean glanced at me, a haunted look in his eyes. I jumped when his phone rang and knew already who it was. Even before the look of utter devastation came over Dean's face.
"Ellen." He said, his voice reflecting the dread on his face. He scrambled for a lie, coming up with the feminine things excuse and I could tell Ellen didn't buy it for one minute. Dean closed his eyes, defeated.
"Look, we'll get her back." I heard Ellen on the other end, demanding "what", "This spirit we're hunting, it took her, but we're gonna find it. We're gonna get her back I promise."
"That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester." I frowned, "What?" I mouthed at the same time Dean exclaimed it into the phone.
"I'm takin' the next flight out, I'll be there in a few hours." there was a snap as she slammed the phone back on the cradle, and I stared at Dean. He put his phone away and closed his eyes a moment.
"I think I found something." Sam said, and we both crowded to his side. "Alright, so you remember he built death chambers in his walls right?"
"Yeah, but we were in the walls all night, there's nothin' in there." Dean snapped and I put my hand on his arm in a calming gesture.
"Right," Sam said, "But there's one place we didn't check. The one in his basement."
Dean frowned, "This building doesn't have a basement." he said, and my eyes widened, as I noticed the page of blueprints Sam had been studying.
"There?" I asked incredulously, pointing to a sewer junction that looked walled in. Sam nodded, "Exactly."
"Let's go." Dean said, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door, leaving me and Sam skittering behind him.