The headache and now shoulder aches continued all the way back to the car. Sadie couldn't stop her body from shaking, either, and that in itself was freaking her out. She'd never been through this experience before, and she didn't quite know how to deal with it.

Sam and Ruby kept exchanging glances at each other as he drove them all back to the motel. Sadie had laid down in the backseat and covered her eyes with her hands, silently begging for a little relief. She hadn't told Sam everything she'd seen in the vision, or whatever it was, and she didn't plan to. She'd given Ruby a look that told her she better not tell, either. Sam didn't need to know the details about Dean's current state of mind. It wouldn't do any of them any good, and it wouldn't help them get to Dean any faster. Sam needed to be sharp if they were going to pull off the invasion, and worrying about Dean too much would only work to make Sam distracted.

Sam helped Sadie into the motel room once they arrived back there. Bobby still hadn't returned, and all of John's things were gone. Sadie felt a sharp pain shoot through her heart, but she knew it was the only thing to do. The demons simply could NOT get their hands on John. That's all there was to it. She would do whatever it took to insure that they never did.

Once inside the motel room, the dimness of the room and the cool air helped Sadie's head start to feel normal again. She could finally open her eyes, so that was a good thing. Sadie motioned for Sam to get a pen and paper. Her throat was still dry despite the water that Ruby had given her to drink and still no sound came out when Sadie had tried to talk.

She took the paper and pen and began to draw. The map of the tunnels hiden beneath the earth was still as clear in her mind as if she'd been looking at a blue print of it. That, essentially, is what she was drawing now. Her hand moved quickly, almost of its own valition at times, as she drew out the intricate tunnel map.

It took her nearly twenty minutes, and four copy sized pieces of paper to draw the entire grid. She could have focused only on the area where she knew Dean was being held, but they needed to have as much of the area covered as possible if they had any hope of getting everybody out alive.

The minute the detailed map was completed, the pen fell from Sadie's hand and she slumped back in the seat, exhausted. Sam actually thought she'd passed out and he rushed to her side. He didn't ask any questions, just picked her up out of the chair and carried her to the bed. She stirred once she was laid down on the too-soft matress, but it was only long enough to open her eyes and look at Sam before she again lost consciousness. Everything that had happened in the last hour had just been too much for Sadie.

It was nearly eight hours later that Sadie finally opened her eyes. The room was quiet, but full of men and women that Sadie could tell just by looking at them were hunters. She sat up on the bed, but before she could open her mouth to speak, Sam was beside her with yet another bottle of cold water.

"Drink," he commanded softly. He left no room for argument, not that Sadie would have argued anyway. The water was welcomed, and she drank it down in large gulps and emptied nearly three-fourths of the bottle in one swig.

She let out a heavy sigh as she lowered the bottle. "Thanks, Sam," she said and was surprised that a small, but audible, voice came out. "Is this everybody Bobby could get?" she asked as she looked around the room, sizing everybody up in her mind.

Sam sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and followed her eyes around the room. "He's gone to get a few more, some folks down the highway from here that didn't currently have a mode of transportation. He should be back any minute now."

As if on queue, the door to the motel room swung open and in walked Bobby. Following close behind were four very large, very rough looking men. They most definitely had been involved in a tussle or two in their lives, as evident by the many scars that lined their skin like road maps.

The men immediately went to the wall where the map had been hung up and began to study it. Bobby must have briefed them on the way to the motel and they obviously knew what was expected of them.

"Everybody, I'd like you to meet Sadie McGreggor," Bobby announced as he motioned towards Sadie. "She might not look like much, but trust me, she's got more in her little finger than everybody in this room combined." Bobby was talking her up. Not because he just enjoyed singing her praises, but because he knew he had to. The men in the room, and most of the women, for that matter, would take one look at Sadie and laugh their butts off if they were told to follow her instructions. Bobby knew that everyone in the room needed to know right off the bat exactly what they were dealing what. Well, not EXACTLY, but close enough. "Sadie will be in charge of this search and rescue mission. The point here is to get Dean and every single person in this room out of those tunnels alive. Sadie can help you do that. DON'T underestimate her." The last statement was issued with a definitive glare at every person in the room. Bobby meant business, and everyone present knew what that meant.

Bobby turned and looked at Sadie. "It's all yours."

Sadie moved to stand up from the bed. It would never do to give orders to a room full of hunters from the confines of a Magic Fingers motel bed. She felt a slight head rush when she first got to her feet and she reached out a hand to Sam's shoulder to steady herself. However, she played it off beautifully. Her eyes never faultered, and her stance remained strong. She kept her hand on Sam's shoulder as she began to speak.

"This is not going to be easy. There will be demons at pretty much every turn around this place. Everyone will have to be on their toes at all times. Once Dean is extracted, we'll give the signal. Everybody get out of there. Immediately. No questions asked. You're more than welcome to kill, maim, and destroy as many of them as you can along the way, but I mean it - once you hear that horn, you get out."

Sadie looked around the room, making and holding for a second eye contact with every person that would meet her gaze - all but two. "No one goes home in a body bag today. Got it?"

Everyone in the room, including the two that had refused to look her in the eye, nodded their head solemnly. Everybody knew and understood the dangers they were all about to face. They knew what they were up against. Sadie spoke a good game, but honestly, no one in the room, Sadie included, truly believed that everybody would make it out alive. As much as Sadie hated herself for it, she could only pray to whatever god would be willing to listen to a former demon like her that at least Dean would make it out alive.