CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

he'll wake up

the light. . . shouldn't

stop . . . sam . . . choice

five hours

Sam groaned and opened his eyes. "Guys, trying to sleep here!"

"Sammy!"

"Sam!"

Mouth hanging open, Dean stared as his brother hauled himself into a sitting position. "Sammy, are you okay?"

Confused, Sam frowned. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? What's going – oh." His already pale face lost a little more color. "Oh."

"Kid, you okay?" Dean exchanged an anxious look with Bobby.

Sam's eyes looked haunted. "Just trying to figure out if that witch is still in here with me."