Dean paced back and forth in the empty room, wishing like hell that he'd listened to Bobby. He had no idea right now what was happening. Did they want him dead? If so, why hadn't they killed him yet? And what about Sam? Had these demons already killed Sam? Or were they working of kind of demonic hoo-doo magic to make Sam a slave for them to do what they wanted him to do?
He had so many questions and just not enough answers. These were the times when he wished he wasn't so stubborn when it came to Sam. But the bottom line was, he'd made a promise to his father that he would always watch out for Sammy – not to mention the promise he'd made to himself. He couldn't imagine his life without his kid brother, and it irritated him to no end that he'd screwed up – again.
Now, Dean just didn't know what to do. These things had him and most likely still had Sam. Now it was up to Bobby to save them both. Dean still paced as the thoughts raced through his head. He didn't know what to do anymore. He was officially stuck – and that was just not something that happened to Dean very often. He hated the feeling more than just about anything.
Dean had already found the small flashlight that had been in the corner of the room. He used it to check his watch one more time. Yep – still all screwy. Typical. Damned demons can't do anything right. They really just had to screw up everything, didn't they? Dean continued to pace, counting the number of steps he took in each direction. It was the only way he could pace in the pitch black of the room without running into the walls.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared overhead and the suddenness of it left Dean blinded and doubling over in pain. He cried out as the pain shot through his head and his eyes seemed to burn as the light flooded the room. "What the hell?!" he screamed loudly.
A dark figure appeared in the room, but it didn't appear as a solid being. The figure looked more like a shadow on the wall, even though there was nothing there to make a shadow. "Where is the child, Dean?" The voice seemed to echo off the walls, as if coming from the walls themselves, not the being in the room.
Deans eyes were finally starting to adjust, but it was still painful to really open them. He squinted at the figure across the room from him and threw it a "go to hell" look. "What the hell are you talking about?" he spat out.
Before the words were even fully out of his mouth, the being disappeared and the room went back to black. The suddenness of the darkness was as stark as the light had been, and it left Dean feeling disoriented at first. He flipped on the small flashlight and found his way to the corner of the room. He sunk to the floor and clutched his now pounding head between his hands and sucked in a few deep breaths as he tried to calm his racing heart and rising anger.
Dean threw his head back. "What the hell do you want from me?!" he screamed into the darkness of the room. As before when he'd asked questions, he received no answer.
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Sam and Bobby sat in the motel room, the two men stunned and not sure what to do next. They had to find Dean. There had to be a way. "What are we supposed to do, Bobby?"
Bobby looked at Sam. He shook his head in disbelieve and said with a surprised tone of voice, "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but summon Ruby."