Dean closed the dead woman's eyes with gentle hands.

About to leave the kitchen, he saw a door. Pantry or basement?

Crossing to the door, he opened it cautiously.

The smell – a potent mix of piss, blood and fear – struck him as soon as he opened the door.

Basement.

A woman's voice. The demon?

Sam!

Demon blade in one hand, his other hand clutching several vials of holy water, Dean moved silently down the stairs.

Sam was in a cage in a corner of the basement.

A woman, the demon from upstairs, was hissing threats at his unimpressed little brother.