The door creaked open and a wizened little old lady came smiling into the room. "Oh, good, you're awake!"
"Who the hell are you?" Sam asked, astonished. He'd been expecting a covey of demons, not Grandma Walton. "And where's my brother?"
The woman chuckled and walked over to the cot, staring down at him with interest.
Sam blushed. He was (pretty) sure that all his important bits were covered by the chains. Still - this was way embarrassing. "Who are you?"
"Shush, now, boy." She poked him with a long, jagged fingernail and her eyes flashed black. "I'm driving tonight."