A decision made in a moment, in a fraction of time. Turn left, turn right, teetering on the narrowest of ledges, on which side does the bouncing ball land, life or death?

An indrawn breath, a stifled cry; be careful, be quick. "Sammy drop!" The salt gun's blast tears the Hook man's specter into tatters, preventing a second blow.

Sam's blood drips down his arm, splashing on the worn floor boards.

"I thought we found all the silver."

"We've missed something."

Sam ripped the Cross on its narrow chain from the girl's neck and tossed it to Dean. "Burn this."