Sam jolted awake at the sound of his brother's yells. His worst fears flooded his mind - was Dean in trouble? Was it Crowley? Were demons attacking him? Or was it something to do with Cas? Had he shown up once again out of the blue, but this time-

"Sammy!" The younger brother threw the dirty motel duvet off and leapt to his feet before running out the door and towards the sounds of Dean's voice. "SAMMY!"

"I'm here, Dean," Sam said irritably. His fears had washed away at the sight of his brother pacing angrily up and and down the sidewalk. "What the hell were you yelling about?"

Dean glared at him, as if Sam should just know. When Sammy didn't say anything, Dean threw his arms in the air, gesturing towards the car park. "Notice anything?" He growled. Then Sam realised. The Impala. It was gone.

"I don't understand…" Sam murmured.

Dean lashed his anger out at a nearby trash can, kicking it hard so that it crashed down into the car park, and leaving a dent in the plastic. "Son of a bitch!"

"Calm down, Dean," Sammy said.

"Calm down?!" Dean whirled around to face his brother, balling his hands into fists. "Calm down? Damn it, Sammy, I-"

Dean was interrupted by a crashing noise coming from within the brothers' motel room. They glanced at each other - Dean's anger immediately over-swept with confusion - and nodded, each reaching for the guns tucked into their jeans.

They approached the motel room door silently, standing either side of the door and just out of view. Dean caught Sammy's eye once more and nodded.

The brothers burst into the room, guns at the ready - and froze. A pale woman with jet-black hair was lying in pain on the floor, her legs covered by the dresser that she appeared to have pulled onto herself somehow. She was wearing a long, black dress and the foot that had just managed to escape the dresser appeared to be wearing a knee-high, black leather boot.

"I'm sorry," the woman murmured, trying to shift the dresser. "I haven't quite-" She was interrupted by a bottle of water being tipped on her face. "What the-" Her voice failed her when she saw Dean now approaching with a knife. He grabbed her arm and held it out, bringing the knife to her flesh.

"Dean, stop! I'm not a demon!" Dean froze, looking at the woman. Angry confusion clouded his eyes.

"How the hell do you know my name?" He growled, the knife still hovering less than inch above the woman's flesh.

The woman's eyes matched his confusion before falling sad. "You…don't know who I am? After all this time?"

Dean was taken aback. He glanced at Sammy who returned the confused look, his eyes as wide as a puppy's. The elder brother looked back at the woman and then noticed something on the left breast of her dress. His eyes widened, for etched into the fabric were four simple letters: "D. W." and "S. W.".

"Baby…" Dean whispered. "Is that you?"