A/N: YAY! I UpDated! *dances dorkily* Sorry this chapter is so short. I had a hard time tackling it. I would just like to say to you guys, I love you. I really really do. I love getting your feedback, and saying 'what the hell helen, shut up, your a great author' (though none have said that really....) Anyway, I would just like to say that, because i may not UpDate in a while, because, as some of you know, Im part of the E/O Challenge drabble thing, and i haven't done those in a while, so as punishment, I'm going to submit all SEVENTEEN that i hadn't done, and it may take a while... On that note, ON WITH THE STORY!

"What are we going to do?" Sam asked.

"They can't get passed the salt lines, so we're safe for now."

They were still looking out the window, when the motel manager walked by, fiddling with a key ring. He seemed oblivious to the crowd of people. He stopped at their door.

"If he opens the door, it's going to destroy the salt lines!" Sam exclaimed. They both dashed for the door, but neither made it. The door opened and the salt was swept away.

"Bobby! The salt!" Sam shouted, watching as the demons raced madly towards them. He yanked the motel manager inside, and caught the tub of salt Bobby had tossed to him. He knelt down to replace the salt lines, pouring it frantically.

He was almost finished when a sneaker connected to his temple, and was knocked away from the door. He looked up to see the manager brushing away the salt, and allowing the demons inside the tiny motel room.

Sam barely had enough time to stand up, before he was attacked by countless demons. He was dodging, blocking, and landing blows for what seemed like an hour, but was more like a minute, when he saw Bobby against the wall, pinned by demonic force. The reminder that he wasn't affected by the demons powers flitted through his mind.

He attempted to make his way over to Bobby, to help him, but he was occupied with his own demons. He wished he could use his own powers, but with the demons constantly attacking him, there was no way he could.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blade arcing through the air, aiming for Bobby's heart.

"NO!" He shouted. His cry was cut short when a demon kicked him in the stomach, doubling him over. Another blow forced him to the ground.

Demons surrounded him, beating him to a pulp.

One of the demons beating on him, grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet, and shoved him into a wall. It pinned him there, it's forearm crushing his windpipe.

He saw the demon smile as it watched Sam struggled to breathe. He clawed at the arm pressed to his throat, hoping that he could force it away, but to no avail.

Black spots danced in front of his eyes. He knew he was going to die. There was no way out of this mess. He was going to die, and there was no way he was going to be able to save his elder brother from the damned things that had stolen him away.

A blinding white light shone from what appeared to be the demons eyes and mouth. Sam was about to write it off as a hallucination, and a sign that he was about to pass out. But then the demon dropped bodily to the floor, dead.

In his weakened state, and nothing to hold him up, Sam fell as well.

He gulped in air greedily, all the while thinking 'what the hell was that?'He watched as a pair of feet came in to his line of sight.

The feet were attached to legs, and the legs kneeled down to his level. He looked up into a face he recognized immediately.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked slightly amazed.

"I thought you would need my help." The unexpected savior said in a monotone, while helping Sam to his feet.

"Great timing, Thanks."

"You are welcome."

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