'How long could it possibly take?' Dean sighed. He was lying on his motel bed looking at the door. 'It's not like he has to drive there.' He had been moody since they'd left the mansion, but when they arrived at the motel and found no beer in the fridge his mood had turned for the worse.

'He'll be here soon enough.' Sam said from behind his laptop. Castiel had told them to wait for him in the motel room. He was "just" going to get Susan's friend from all the way across the Atlantic. So Sam had forbidden Dean to go get beer until after they'd talked to Susan's friend. He was not going to do that on his own. Or well, on his own, with Cas.

Just then Castiel appeared in the motel room. His right hand had a firm grip on the shoulder of a very distraught looking young man. 'Finally.' Dean sat up on his bed and Sam put his laptop away.

'Where the soddin' hell am I?' The Irish accent was evident as the young man spoke. He looked around the room wearily. His sandy hair swinging from one side to the other. His blue eyes darted around.

'A motel room.' Castiel stated simply as he let go of him.

'In America.' Sam added as he picked up a chair and put it across from the beds. He smiled politely and motioned for him to sit down.

'America?' Seamus' looked at him with disbelief. 'Than you weren't kidding.' He mumbled to Castiel as he sank down on the chair. 'So, you two angels alike?' He asked the brothers.

Dean shot Castiel a look. What had taken Castiel so long, was clearly explaining that he was an angel. 'No, we're not.' He said looking back at the Irish man. 'My name is Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We're hunters.' Sam smiled politely.

'Somehow I don't imagine that to be as straight forward as it sounds…' The man furrowed his brow. 'I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnigan.'

Sam stepped in before his brother could comment on what a weird name he though Seamus was. 'We're hunters of supernatural things. Ghost, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters and…. demons.' Sam folded his hands and looked down. 'That's where you come in right now.'

'What do ya mean?' Seamus asked. 'This about Susan?' He asked suspiciously.

'It is. She's been….' Sam took a carefully placed breath. '…abducted. By a demon.' He watched Seamus' face as he said this.

'What?!' Seamus sprang to his feet. 'How could that happen?!' He looked between the brothers and then at the angel.

'Well, it's a funny story actually.' Dean chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

'I think he means that sarcastically.' Castiel commented.

/

Susan finally opened her eyes hours later. Her head hurt and she felt a bit nauseous. It took her a moment to remember what had happened, but when she did she groaned. 'Bullocks.' She sat up and rubbed her hand over her forehead.

She looked around the room she was in and soon realized it looked like a badly put together teenage girls bedroom. She was sitting on a bed, which had baby blue sheets and all. It seemed like her abductor had tried to make her feel at home. It was better than the cellar and the handcuffs, but it made it all the more weird.

She decided to find a way out. Carefully she walked over to the window. Opening the curtains she was disappointed, no way out, the window had been bricked up. She sighed and looked back around the room. There was a closet, a dresser, a couch, a desk and two chairs. But no other windows. There was a ventilation shaft but she reckoned the chances of being able to squeeze through there were small, very small.

Suddenly the door swung open. To her surprise there was no turning of a key in a lock, so the door had been open. Two dark looking men came in. They both wore a grin that made her feel even more uneasy. Susan edged back to the wall. 'The King would like you to join him for dinner.' One of them said.

She swallowed hard. 'Join him, or BE dinner?'

The men laughed, as if the question was ridicules to them. 'There are some clothes in the closet if you want to change. And the bathroom is through there.' One of them said and pointed to the wall beside the dresser. A red door interrupted the wall. A door of which she was sure it hadn't been there before.

'I'd like to see you in that red dress.' The taller of the men winked at her and laughed. They left the room and shut the door. She heard them walk away. No sound of a key in the lock.

Quickly she rushed over to the door and pulled on the handle. It wouldn't budge. She threw her weight against it, nothing. They hadn't locked it, but still the door was shut tight.

Susan sighed. She looked at the closet and the bathroom door. She went into the bathroom. It was nothing special. Just a shower, a toilet, a sink with a cabinet above it, a dusty light bulb dangling from the ceiling and another bricked up window. Some towels where draped across a metal railing. The cabinet above the sink had a mirror on the door and contained some toothpaste, a hairbrush and a toothbrush. Nothing of much use when trying to escape.

Susan went back into the bedroom and opened the closet. Inside she found a large variety of clothes. On one of the hangers hung a short red skin tight dress, the one the taller man had meant. Besides that there were also clothes she'd actually wear. She looked down at her clothes and noticed the button of her left sleeve was missing. She pulled on the tread and wondered where it had gone.