The fluorescent light flickered. It had been doing it all night. First Dean had thought the demon he was hunting had come for him, but after a few hours he realised it was just faulty, and annoying. Each flick of darkness was like a marker for the seconds he was wasting. How much time had he spent in emergency rooms anyway? All the times he had sat next to John, John sat next to him. He thought it had been worth it. Now he was alone, no John or Sam. Just him, his broken body and the stupid flicking light.