In the diner Sam and Jim were eating their meals, and a burger was waiting for Dean. Suddenly everything turned a strange red light and all the sounds were muffled. Sam looked around. In the booth next to them a girl was laughing, tossing her head back and her hair flowed in slow motion. Sam turned to Jim, who stopped sucking on his coke and looked around. The boy was scared.

"Sam..?"

"Don't move. Just…stay very still, like everyone else," Sam instructed.

He turned around and looked in the direction Dean had gone.

x

In the customer bathroom the demon reached around Dean and the invisible force grabbed a hold of his spine. He wanted to scream with pain, but couldn't. He was jerked up off the floor and dangled with his toes an inch from the ground.

"The more you fight it, the more...fun I'm having. So feel free!" the young woman cheered. "Now, let's go find the little squirt, okay?"

x

The door to the men's room swung open when Dean's body was pressed against it. The demon drove him forward into the dining room. He could only move his face freely, the rest of his body paralyzed. Dean looked at all the people moving in slow motion. No one saw him and no one could help him. He looked over at their booth. Jim was sitting there all by himself. Dean tried looking around – where the hell was Sam?

Jim spotted them across the room and recognized his father was in trouble.

"Dad!" The boy jolted up from his seat, but then remembered he was supposed to stay put, so he sat back down.

"There he is! Hi, Jim!" the demon grinned happily and waved.

Sam jumped out from behind them. He was holding a paper cup high in his hands, and threw the content over them. Smoke rose from the demon's body and she growled in pain. Dean fell to the floor, released from her hold. Sam had another "grenade" ready in his hand.

The demon spun around to face her attacker and…let up a blood chilling, otherworldly scream when she saw him. Sam froze looking at her yellow eyes. Black smoke exited the possessed woman, who fell to the floor unconscious.

The red light disappeared, sound and speed returned to normal.

People around them gasped and whispered about Dean and the woman being on the floor. Sam lowered his "grenade".

"Daddy..!" Jim ran over to them, locking his arms around Dean's neck. Dean patted the boy's back, looking at the people staring at them.

"Okay... Come on buddy. Jimbo!" he tried. Jim sobbed uncontrollably and wouldn't let go. Two staff members came running over. The young woman woke up and freaked out.

"What..? Where am I? What's happening? Oh my God..!" she cried, and was picked up from the floor by the younger staff-guy. He led her away, trying to calm her down:
"It's all right, you're all right...eh, right?"

"Are you okay, sir? What happened?" the older staff-guy asked Dean.

"Yeah... Uhm, slippery floor," Dean stuttered. "I think she...ran into me?"

Sam pitched in:
"Yes, she ran right into him. Poor thing seamed kind of confused. Maybe you should call someone for her, make sure she gets home okay?"

"Yes, of course. Very sorry, sir!"

The staff-guy looked at them funny, but left and went back to his duties. Sam helped Dean up, Jim still firmly planted around his neck. Dean carried him over to their booth.

x

They sat down at their table again.

"Hey. Buddy. Come on now, let up." Dean tapped Jim's shoulder. Sam scowled his brother – the boy needed comfort! Jim let go of his dad's neck, but remained in his lap and tried to swallow his cry.

"There, all better. Here you go," said Dean, reached over and grabbed Jim's coke for him. The boy took it but didn't drink. He leaned up against Dean's chest, the last sobbing jerks echoing out of his body.

Sam was trying to organize his thoughts:
"That… She had yellow eyes..!" he said and stared intensely at Dean.

"I noticed." Dean picked up his burger and dug into it.

"Yellow, Dean!" Sam waited for a reaction. Of any kind. He got a quick, warning look from his brother, who continued eating the burger. Sam sighed and leaned back in his seat. They obviously weren't going to talk about it.

"Seriously, you're hungry?" he asked, defeated. Dean frowned at the remark.

"Well, yeah! I just had a chiropractor session from Hell, need my strength. What was in those molotovs, MacGyver?"

"Table salt and water…" Sam muttered and picked up the saltshaker on their table. "I thought it would at least sting like a..." He looked at Jim and censored himself. "And I guess it did..."

"Hey, how come you two could move?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, Dean. And that thing was scared of me. Why?" Sam leaned forward again. Dean stopped chewing and looked up at his little brother.

"'Cos ya moved?" he said with a full mouth. "I'm more curious about the time stopping – that was new. We should ask Bobby about that."

"Dean, how can you be so jaded about this? We just got hit by a yellow-eyed demon…"

Dean bit into his burger again.

"…who literary crawled out of her skin when she saw me."

"What, you think I know..?" Dean shrugged annoyed. Sam squirmed, trying to hold back his anxiety.

"Dude… When scary thing think I'm scary, I don't like not knowing why!"

Sam tilted his head, looking pleading at his brother. He just wanted him to care. Just a little bit. Dean swallowed his bite and put his burger down. He was angry.

"You wanna know what I don't like, Sam? Me coming out here, finding my son left alone! That bothers me a little, you know!"

"I was trying to help you..! I heard you coming out of the bathroom and I..."

"Yeah well, guess what? Next time there's something gunning after us, and you're the only one who can move – you pick him up and run as fast as you can, don't look back!" Dean stared his brother down. "You hear me?"

Sam knew that look, he had seen it all his life. This was not a debate.

"I hear you..." he replied softly. Dean took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Want some burger?" he asked his son, who was still leaning up against his chest. Jim shook his head no and Dean continued eating.

After a couple of bites he put the burger down and held out his hand in front of him – it was shaking. He formed a fist and slammed it in the table, trying to beat it steady. Then he went back to working on the burger.