As the first rays of the early morning sun intruded into the room, Dean lay passed out on the bed. He'd been up almost the entire night researching. Sarah's laptop rested on his lap, still open to the last page he'd been reading when exhaustion had finally caught up with him. As the sunshine hits his face, Dean wakes with a start. He looks around frantically trying to figure out where he is. This was definitely not the motel room he and Sam had been staying in. Then he remembers everything from the night before. About Sam and Sarah, and Sam leaving him there, and that this was the guest room that Sarah had insisted he stay in for the night. As he wakes up a little more, he notices the laptop still on his lap and he glances at the webpage that was still up. As he reads through it, it sounds freakishly familiar . . . but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it before. As he was playing the past few days over and over in his mind, a knock came at the door.

Dean: "Come in . . ."

Sarah gently opens the door and peaks her head in "Hey, g'morning Dean . . . you hungry?"

Dean: "Starving . . ."

Sarah: "Well, I made some waffles if you'd like some"She smiles.

Dean: "Uh, yeah . . . that'd be great, thanks . . . I'll uh, and I'll be down in a minute."

Sarah: "Alright." She shuts the door.

As Dean climbs out of bed and stumbles ungracefully across the room attempting to get fully awake, he plays the words from the webpage through his head . . . it was driving him crazy . . . he knew it sounded familiar . . . yet he still couldn't place it. As he steps out the door, he shakes his head, attempting to remove the haze of early morning.

Dean, walking into the breakfast room, "Morning Sarah."

Sarah: "How'd you sleep?"

Dean: "Uh . . . I don't really remember it." He laughs. "I was up most of the night; I'm not sure when I finally fell asleep . . ."

Sarah: "That's too bad . . . I mean, that it doesn't seem you slept very well . . ."She serves up a couple of waffles onto a plate for him.

Dean: taking the plate "These look great Sarah . . . thanks . . ."

Sarah: "Oh, no problem. I love to cook." smiles "So uh . . . anything?"

Dean pauses, then shakes his head no. "I think I may be on to something, but I'm not for certain yet."

Sarah looks a little hopeful. "Is there anything I can help with?"

Dean: "Sorry . . . not yet . . ."

Sarah: "Well what do you think it is?"

Dean: "I uh . . . I'm not 100 percent sure yet . . ."

Sarah: "Oh . . ."she said, picking up on the fact that he doesn't wanna talk to her about it. "Well, just let me know if I can help . . ."

Dean: "Yeah . . . I will . . . "

Sam is rudely awoken by the ring of his cell phone screaming in his ear. He fumbles around in the dark for a moment before finally grabbing a hold of it and hitting the 'answer' button.

Sam: mumbles" "ello?"

Dean: "Sam, come pick me up."

Sam: "What? Where are you?"

Dean: "Well you left me last night, so I'm still at Sarah's place . . ."

Sam: "Oh . . . oops . . ."

Dean: "Yeah. Just come get me now? We've got to talk . . . "

Back in the motel after Sam had gotten Dean and brought him back, Dean opens up his laptop and brings up the webpage he was sure held the key.

Dean: "Here, read this, does it sound familiar?"

Sam: Taking a look at the screen. "It looks like some sorta spell . . . "

Dean: "Just read it . . ."

Sam takes a look at the screen, and silently reads through the words . . .

I call upon forces more mighty than I,

Enact my wish before I die.

I call on thee in ritual ways,

Set this true for all days.

Release the energy held inside,

Find it a new place to reside.

May this be,

And they will see.

May the seeing destroy then,

The very essence of these men.

No time to cherish,

Then they perish.

So it will be,

Obey my plea!