Dean raced back to Syd's room angry at himself. He should have stayed with Syd and Sean to make sure that they got to the room safely. Well, Sean had been there at least, and that was probably part of the reason that Daniel hadn't gotten Syd. The other part was definitely Syd. Dean was proud of the wily new addition to their bunker and raced to her door.

"Everyone alright in there?" Dean asked and knocked on the door.

"Yes!" Sean and Syd replied. They sounded tired but otherwise okay.

"Good! Stay put until we find him."

A sound echoed from Dean's left, and he saw a glimpse of Daniel running away with something wrapped up in a sheet in his arms. Dean quickly followed Daniel and picked up his pace. Daniel quickly ran around a corner a few yards ahead and disappeared from Dean's sight. Without warning an invisible force slammed into one of his feet causing him to trip and fall sideways into the wall. Clear wrap had been taped across the hallway.

"Dammit," Dean muttered and pulled himself back up. This was getting ridiculous, and he'd have to keep an eye out for booby traps now.

As he approached the corner where Daniel had disappeared, he noticed a slightly off clear wrap trap. Dean was relieved that Daniel had gotten sloppy with this one. Quickly jumping over it, his joy was short-lived. At head level, another trap waited to wrap itself around Dean's face after he hit it, causing Dean a few brief moment of panic. Dean ripped it off and threw it to the ground. Just how many more of these did Daniel set up?

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled.

"What happened to you?" Crowley asked from behind Dean.

"Booby traps. More than a few of them. You?" Dean asked, spitefully kicking the rest of the wrap out of the way. He'd noticed that part of Crowley's suit now looked drenched in something.

"Holy water," Crowley replied, and his voice dripped with hatred. "When we find him, I am going to shove—!"

"Dean! He went into one of the rooms!" Cas called from around the corner where Daniel had disappeared.

Dean walked over to see Cas standing in front of one of the unused rooms. The door was, of course, locked from the inside. Banging on the door, Dean waited briefly for a reaction, but Daniel said nothing.

"Hey, Daniel! Don't make me break down this damn door!" Dean yelled before rolling his eyes at how pathetic he had sounded.

"I don't think that's going to help, Dean," Cas said.

"Totally didn't realize that, Cas. Thanks," Dean quipped.

"You're welcome, Dean."

"Hey, Wings, I think he was being sarcastic," Crowley said.

Cas looked at Dean and Crowley with exasperation before responding, "I'm aware. Thanks."

"Okay, guys. We really need to get him out of there. Any ideas?" Dean asked although a little impressed by Cas' sarcasm.

Cas and Crowley went silent, and Dean tried to think of how they could open the door. The doors in the bunker were warded against magic opening them, so Cas and Crowley likely couldn't help open them. Breaking down the door wasn't really an option either, despite what Dean had said. Dean wondered if a little old fashioned lock picking would work. In the top drawer of his dresser was one of his lock picking sets, and he quickly ran to retrieve it. Cas gave him a look of confusion until Dean started to pick the lock. Dean gave Crowley a gesture for them to keep talking to cover up the noise that unlocking the door would make.

"Daniel, I feel like we may have gotten off on the wrong foot," Crowley spoke up as Dean worked on the lock. "You seem to be at least a little more capable than these idiots! Tell me what deal you made. Surely you can't believe in hunting down an innocent person for your own selfish reasons. I may even be able to help you. It'd cost you your soul, but do you really believe that you're going to heaven after this little fiasco?"

With a final click the door unlocked. Dean quietly twisted the handle and opened it. A flash of light temporarily blinded him, and Dean blinked quickly to restore his vision. When the black spots had faded, he looked around the room. Cas was standing in the room with Crowley looking at sigils made on the wall and the floor. Daniel was nowhere to be seen, and the sigils seemed to be made with blood.

"Well, that's inconsiderate of him," Crowley quipped. "He left quite a mess, and I was trying so hard to be understanding."

"Where did he go? How-?" Dean asked and turned to Cas. The lockdown was supposed to prevent anyone from using magic to get out of the bunker.

"It's a 'teleportation' spell," Cas informed Dean. "He would have needed to have another one set up in advance, but it would get around the bunker's protection. We need to clean it up soon. Otherwise he may be able to get back here using it."

Dean was at a loss for words. Two hunters, a demon, and an angel had been beaten by a forest ranger. Dean sighed and remembered that Daniel had been carrying something.

"Did you get a good look at what he was carrying, Cas?"

"No, he had it wrapped in bedding, so I didn't get a 'good look.'"

"Wait a minute," Dean said as he remembered what room Daniel had been inside. It had been Sean's.

Dean raced to Sean's room to find that the mirror was missing.

"Crap."