BEAVERTON, OREGON
SEVERAL WEEKS LATER...
Sam Winchester sighed as he walked into their room at the little inn at the edge of the city. They had been driving nonstop for days trying to get as far from Crow Agency, Montana as they could. Though the trip from Crow Agency to Beaverton normally would have only taken about fifteen hours, Dean had driven there in a round about way. There had not been a case to work on, and so they had driven around in a wide arch, not knowing where to go. They had started to go to Bobby's, but after realizing they would have to start explaining what had happened with Oshea, had turned around only a few miles from the elder hunter's house and gone the opposite way. Sam had finally told Dean to pull over before he passed out at the wheel. The inn that he had pulled into was very small and old. At first Sam had thought it was abandoned, but then he had seen the partially drunk innkeeper behind a glass that Sam had at first thought was tinted until he realized it was just filthy. The room had two queen sized beds with faded, old sheets and the naked light bulb flickered above them. A roach skittered beneath one of the beds.
Ella trudged through the door, the makeup around her eyes smudged from falling asleep during the long drive. She dropped her duffle bag by the door and sat down on the edge of one of the beds, starting to take off her shoes. Dean followed behind a few moments later, looking as tired as he had ever been. His eyes were a bit bloodshot from lack of sleep as he walked across the room and plopped down on the faded and somewhat stained old couch pushed against the opposite wall of the beds.
Sam glanced over at Dean with a small frown. He was worried about his brother and his fiancé, too for that matter. Dean had been quiet; he had had to murder his girlfriend after all. She still wore his ring, but since her sibling's death, they hadn't talked about getting married since. He had thought that being engaged would be much more... happy. Slowly, he sat down beside of Ella. She had been a bit distant, and though he understood, Sam was beginning to feel like he was losing to two most important people in his life.
The light bulb flickered and there was a soft knock at the door. Sam frowned and stood up, walking to the door and opening it. In the doorway stood a slender male who was just a little taller than Sam. He looked to be in his late fifties, but he had a handsome, serious face. Pale hair fell in waves down to his jaw. He was clothed in all black: a black turtle necked sweater, black trousers with black dress shoes and a black trench coat. His hands were clasped behind his back. He smiled faintly. "Hello, you are the Winchesters and... Ella Blackwood." He said quietly, glancing over Sam's shoulder into the room. "My name is Jude."