The blue sedan pulled into the driveway of a dilapidated farmhouse on the opposite edge of town from the diner. The two demons got out of the car silently, and went to the trunk. Opening the lid, they looked at their hostage. Dean moaned against the change in light, woozy but regaining consciousness as they forcibly hauled him from the trunk. He fell to the ground and groaned, earning a vicious kick to the ribs by the bigger dark haired demon. A sickening crack broke the silence as Dean's world went black again.
Sam stirred on the floor of the empty diner; groaning loudly and coughing in the silence. He was winded from the blow he received. He groggily pushed the remains of the hi-chair off himself and winced, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain in his upper body.
"Uuunnn….owww." He pushed himself semi-upright on one elbow and felt warmth slide down the back of his neck; seeping into the collar of his blue and gray vintage button-down shirt. He reached a shaky hand behind his head and probed the cut, wincing again. He pulled the hand away and looked at the offending sticky redness on his fingers. He wiped the blood on his jeans and reached again for the wound. This time his hand hovered just above it and took on its green glow as he healed the cut completely.
Feeling better, memories of what happened slammed themselves into his brain and he looked around frantically for his brother. He knew he'd been out for a while. The sun was coming up outside. He stood up.
"Dean!" Panic kicked in as he realized demons had his big brother.
"DEEEEEAAAAANNNNN!!" He ran outside. The Impala was the only car in the lot and the area around the restaurant was completely void of life.
"Oh god, Dean." Sam jogged to the car. He climbed inside, reaching for his cell phone. He scrolled through his names and pressed a button. He dialed an old family friend. Help.
"Hello?"
"Bobby, its Sam." Sam said, firing the engine and pulling with squealing tires out onto the road in the direction of the motel.
"Sam! Good to hear from ya. Been awhile."
"Where are you?" Sam asked.
"On a hunt in North Carolina. Why?"
"Bobby. I need your help." Sam cut to the chase breathlessly. He explained what had happened and told Bobby where they could meet. By this time Sam had pulled into the parking lot at the motel.
"Of all the places you and Dean go to eat, you pick a diner full of Demons?" Bobby asked incredulously.
Sam snorted. "Yeah, I know how it sounds. I couldn't sense them until they ambushed us." He unlocked the door and went into the room.
"What the hell do you mean by that, Sam?" Sam remembered that they hadn't seen Bobby since Jake unleashed the demons from the Devil's Gate. He had a lot to share with his old friend; and wondered how he would take the news.
"I'll explain everything when you get here."
"You sure as hell better, boy."
"Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Click. Sam changed his clothes and paced like a caged tiger; his gold flecked eyes alight with worry and anger; until he heard the familiar rumble of a rusty blue pickup in the parking lot. He was out the door before Bobby was out of his truck, stalking to the older hunter's side like a madman. It was growing dark again.
"Any idea where he could be?"
"No. I know he's close. I can feel it. He's alive." Sam said as he led the way into the motel room. Sam turned to Bobby and started to speak -rant- again. The startled look that crossed Bobby's bearded features made him stop. Bobby backed up a step.