Sam raced back to the motel as fast as the Impala would allow him to go. This wasn't the first time his brother had gone missing on a hunt. This wasn't the first time that Sam had found himself in a panic induced state worrying about his brothers' safety. This was however, a first for Shane. Sam had heard the panic in her voice and instinctively urged her to calm down even though his own ability to remain calm was still in question. Unfortunately for him he was now thrown into the big brother role and was being taken on a journey through what life must have been like for Dean during their childhood. He remembered all those times when their father had gone MIA on a hunt and Dean had to reassure Sam that everything would be okay. Now he was regurgitating the same sentiments for Shane's sake and he definitely wasn't enjoying the responsibility. All it did was make his desire to find Dean that much more intense.

He flew into the parking lot of the motel and saw Shane's Escalade parked in the same spot as when he had left. He felt a false glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe this was just some kind of cruel joke that Shane and Dean were playing on him. Maybe Dean was sitting safely inside the motel room laughing at his brother's expense. That is until he saw Shane pacing nervously in front of the motel room door. She was twiddling with a screwdriver but stopped when she saw Sam whip the Impala into the parking spot in front of her, its headlights illuminating her look like a trapped deer, stoic but frozen.

"What's that for?" Sam said, gesturing at the screwdriver, as he jumped out of the Impala and started heading for the motel room door.

"I, uh, had to hotwire my truck. Dean had," Shane paused, cursing herself for using the past tense, completely aware that it wasn't necessary, "Dean has my keys."

Sam nodded, glancing from the Escalade to Shane's worried face before placing his hand on her shoulder and leading her into the motel room. He had to grab a few supplies and organize a plan before they headed out. Sam concluded that if the Asinaedo intended to do the sacrifice tonight she would have to bring Dean back to the rock formation in the woods. Shane had said it first and his research had verified that while the bleeding in of the victim could be done in the general vicinity of the box, the bleeding out had to be done directly onto the box. He glanced at his watch, it was getting late. They had to move fast.

Sam could see Shane out of the corner of his eye, mimicking his actions of stuffing a bag full of assorted supplies: a rock salt filled shotgun, holy water, crucifix, rope, knives of various sizes, and the book which she had used before. All the items but the holy water and book were being borrowed from either him or Dean's bag but Sam didn't mind. He remembered Shane's confident 'It's all I need' argument prior to the failed ceremony earlier in the day. As he watched her pack the bag full of supplies he almost smiled at realizing that she was learning from her mistakes. But his desire to save his brother was stronger than his desire to pat Shane on the back so he refocused his attention and continued packing.

He zipped the bag shut, slipped it onto his shoulder and turned to see Shane already at the motel room door looking back at him. "I'm sorry." Shane said looking Sam square in the eye. Sam was mildly taken aback by the statement.

He shook his head as he opened the door and held it open for Shane to exit, "For what?" he asked, already prepared for Shane's response. When Dean had gone missing on one of their hunts he had felt the same guilt. When Dean had gotten hurt because of a mistake Sam had made, he had felt that guilt. And now he saw that guilt written all over Shane's face.

"I should've watched him better." She said as she tossed her bag next to Sam's in the back seat and then slide into the passengers' seat. "I should've-"

"Should've what?" Sam snapped. "Should've tied him to the bed? Knocked him on the head and dragged him back the motel?" Sam was in no mood for this conversation. His mind was focused on finding Dean and destroying this demon bitch. As far as he was concerned Dean was still alive and kicking and they should be speeding towards a rescue, not sitting in the parking lot playing the blame game.

Sam glanced over at Shane's distraught face. He knew he wasn't making this situation any better. "Dean's a big boy. He can handle himself." The statement was said to not only to ease Shane's concern but also his own. He knew his brother's strengths and he knew his brother could handle this situation. But that didn't mean he wanted him in the situation to begin with. "You made a mistake, Shane. Dean made a mistake. Hell, even I made a mistake but you know what?" He grabbed Shane's arm forcing her to direct all her attention towards him, "That Asinaedo made a mistake too. She pissed off the Winchesters. And now," he turned the key in ignition shattering the silence of the night, "the bitch is gonna pay for it." With that he gunned the engine and sped off into the night.

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Dean's head throbbed as he forced his eyes open. The last thing he remembered was walking to the bathroom and now as his eyes slowly adjusted to the sight before him, he saw that he was sitting in the middle of a darkened forest with a distinct feeling of wetness dripping down the side of his face. Blood. Something had reopened the wound on his forehead.

He tried to raise his hand to wipe away the blood that was threatening to drip into his eyes but found that his arms were unable to move. His hands were pinned behind his back and bound tightly around the base of a tree. Great, he thought to himself, not only am I in the middle of nowhere but I'm tied to a tree. He jerked as his binds only to find that with every pull the ropes tightened around his wrists. Under any other circumstances he would have had his trusty knife tucked safely up his sleeve so as to cut himself free. Unfortunately, he hadn't taken into account the possibility of being abducted from a bar and had therefore left the knife back at the motel.

"Finally awake?" he heard a female voice coo from behind him.

Dean was startled by the voice. He hadn't expected to alone but he also hadn't expected to hear the soft, unthreatening voice of a woman. He slowly started to remember the girl in the bar, talking with Shane, and then the gun slamming against his head. He would take a good old fashioned bar fight over this any day.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Dean said straining to catch a glimpse of the woman behind him, "Angie, was it? But a blow to the head tends to make you a little sleepy. And as a side note," he started pulling at the ropes, "if you wanted to get freaky, you could've just told me." He grinned to himself slightly. Until he could come up with a legitimate plan maintaining a cocky exterior was the only way he knew to give himself an inkling of control in a situation like this.

He heard a slight giggle from behind him and then felt his forearm being grabbed and twisted awkwardly so the scarred pentagram was exposed. He winced as the rope rubbed against his exposed wrist. "That scar came in nicely, didn't it?" Angela laughed and then almost as a casual after thought she tightened her grip. Dean bit his lower lip, stifling a groan as her nails dug into his arm. "Don't," she whispered into his ear, her grip held firm, "Call me Angie." She released Dean's arm and took a step forward finally allowing Dean to see her completely. She looked at Dean and then lifted her hand, staring thoughtfully at her fingernails which were now stained with Dean's blood. Dean watched in disgust as she slowly began licking the blood off of each nails.

Leave it to me to pick the crazy ones, Dean thought to himself as Angela turned her back to him, a coy smile still playing on her lips. She picked up a shovel which had been leaning against a nearby tree and swung it around so that she was facing Dean. She planted the shovel into the dirt an inch away from Dean's extended legs and then leaned onto the shovel, smiling down at him. "You know," she licked her lips and smiled, "For a hunter, you were surprisingly easy to catch." She lifted the shovel and sauntered towards a large hole to Dean's right. The hole overshadowed Angela's statement and instead of working up a quick rebuttal he whipped his head around wildly trying to observe his surroundings in the dim moonlight. Scattered around the hole were a number of rocks and it didn't take long for Dean to realize that the hole Angela was digging was in the same location as where the rock formation had previously been.

"So," he said, attempting to distract Angela from her current task, "Do you work for her willingly or are you under her control?"

Dean's ploy was a success as Angela stopped digging and glared at him. "Are you really this dumb or are you just putting on a show for my amusement?" Dean furrowed his brows in response. Angela grinned at his confusion. She dropped the shovel to the ground as she stepped out of the hole and walked towards him. She squatted in front of him and Dean couldn't help but notice the similarities between her and Meg. He clenched his jaw at the mental image, feeling the anger bubble inside of him at not only Meg but at this new female foe.

Angela reached out gripping Dean's face with her hand and then leaned in, pressing her lips to Dean's with so much force that Dean's head was forced back harshly against the tree trunk. Dean tried to pull away but her grip was too strong. When she finally let go Dean turned his head to the side and spit, turning back to Angela with a disgusted scowl twisted onto his face. Angela smiled as she rose to her feet, "Sweetheart," she laughed, "I am her." She gestured towards herself adding, "This body is just an instrument. I borrowed it so that I could perform this ceremony. And don't worry. 'Angela' will be just fine. As soon as I'm done she can have this little body back and go on with her life," She walked back over to the shovel, swishing her hips as she went, "You on the other hand," she said glancing back at Dean, "I can't say the same for. And it's a real shame too because you're quite attractive for a mortal."

Dean shook his head, "Yeah and it's a real shame too that the only time you can touch me is when I'm unconscious or tied up." Angela smirked as she redirected her attention to the hole and continued digging.

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"Does this car go any faster?" Shane complained.

Sam clenched his teeth. It was the third time Shane had complained about his driving. "I'm already doing 80." He hissed. "The last thing we need is to get pulled over for speeding."

With a sigh she leaned back into her seat, her eyes trained on the shotgun resting on her lap. She was finding it hard to sit still. The guilt inside of her was overpowering any sense of rational she had left within her.

In an attempt to make the time pass more quickly, Shane had taken to leafing through her portfolio of news clippings on a near constant basis since they had been on the road. When she had exhausted that source she had resorted to paging through John's journal much to Sam's dismay. The journal had been left of the front seat of the Impala and Sam understood Shane's need to keep her hands and mind busy and therefore didn't complain when she causally reached over and picked up the precious journal. He was just grateful that she hadn't decided to ask any questions concerning it. Now that she had tired of the journal she was toying with the shotgun, checking and double checking the barrel, making sure it was loaded correctly.

"How much further?" she asked, the darkened sky throwing off her perception of her surroundings. Shane kept her eyes trained on the gun, waiting for Sam's response but none came. "Sam?" she said, annoyed at his lack of a response. She looked over and saw him blinking rapidly, one hand rubbing his forehead while the other attempted to keep the car on the road. "Sam?" she said again, her annoyance giving way to concern. Sam's other hand suddenly released the steering wheel as he grabbed his head painfully, letting out a loud cry. Shane grabbed the wheel as the car veered to the left. Sam had lost all control of himself as well as the car. Shane, unsure what else to do, grabbed the emergency brake pulling it up causing the car to slam to a sudden stop. Both her and Sam were thrown forward slightly but no damage was done to either of them. She wasn't sure if she could say the same for the car but her concern was focused on Sam, not the Impala.

Sam's head was exploding with images. He heard a scream, Dean's scream. Blood flowing to the ground. A fist connecting with Shane, taking her down. Dean's motionless body, blood covering his arms. The Asinaedo laughing and then an explosion.

Sam's eyes flew open as he gasped for air. The car was no longer on the road. It was halfway onto the shoulder of the road facing the woods. He looked to his right and saw Shane's worried face, her hand gripping the sleeve of his right arm. She was staring at him in shock.

"What the hell was that?" She half yelled at him.

"Vision." Sam muttered not really sure if Shane had heard him. He rubbed his forehead in an attempt to calm the pounding in his head. The images of the vision were far more disturbing than the pain in his head. Dean was in danger and as far as he could tell, so was Shane.

His eyes wondered back to the woods. "We're here." Sam said as he slid out of the Impala, making sure to cut the engine and take the keys with him.

"Are you sure?" Shane asked as she slipped out the car and grabbed her pack from the backseat. Sam nodded in response before grabbing his pack as well. The car was still parked at a slightly awkward angle but Sam had no patience to move it. He had to get to Dean before his vision came true.

"You ready?" Sam asked. Shane cocked the shotgun in response and the two headed into the ominous woods.

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Dean face was fixed with concentration as he rubbed the rope connecting his wrists against the rough tree bark. He was hoping that with enough friction the ropes would break. He had done it before but these particular ropes appeared to be unwilling to give way.

"It's not going to work." Angela's voice rang out. Dean glanced at her. Her back was still turned to him and the hole which she had been diligently digging had doubled in size. Dean shook his head and let out a sharp sigh before turning his efforts back to the unyielding ropes. "Stubborn, aren't you?" Angela said, turning her head slightly to smile at him.

"Yeah, well, I've never been the type to sit around and accept ritualistic sacrifice." Dean quipped as he felt a slight give in the ropes. Angela tuned her back once more, continued her digging. Her lack of concern towards Dean's ongoing escape attempt annoyed Dean. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree hoping it could give him more leverage.

"I'm actually surprised that you're 'friends' haven't attempted to rescue you yet." Angela said, her voice cutting through Dean's concentration. "I was looking forward to a little more of a fight." Dean snorted in response. He knew his brother was on his way but he was a little distraught at the length of time it was taking. "Or is it possible," Angela stopped digging for a second and stared off into the distance as if in deep thought, "that you weren't worth the trouble of rescuing?" The Asinaedo looked in Dean's direction, his eyes still shut, concentrating on the ropes.

"You obviously don't know the Winchester." Dean said, his voice remaining even, eyes still shut, hands working the ropes with all the energy he had left. "Just give him time." He added on in an almost hushed tone. The Asinaedo laughed and turned back to her work.

A loud thud echoes through the woods causing Dean to end his struggle with the ropes. His eyes flew open and he looked in the Asinaedo's direction. He could see a smile on Angela's face as she tossed the shovel to the side and reached down to caress something beneath her feet.

"Bingo." She laughed as she lifted a small mahogany box out of the hole and placed it on the ground. She then crawled out of the hole and smiled in Dean's direction.

"Time's up."