When she returned to the motel, she saw Sam sitting on the steps outside of the building. She took a deep breath before letting it out and walking and sitting down next to him. "I'm sorry for storming out like that."

Sam kept his eyes down and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry, too. For the things I said. I do trust you Ella. I'm just..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "My nerves are shot. I'm worried about you and Dean... especially Dean. I've never seen him like this. He's inside pouring over newspapers and going through websites, trying to find a case... but he hasn't slept in days and he's barely eaten anything... I'm just afraid he's going to get himself killed..."

"I'm worried, too. But it's only been a few weeks, Sam. We could go on months, hunting, burying ourselves with cases, and still never get over it," She shook her head. "I know I never will."

"I know... It just scares me to see him like this. He was always the strong one," Sam's brows furrowed. He looked over to her and curled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her temple before he stood up. "Come on, lets get inside. I'm ready to sleep in a bed instead of a car."

Ella nodded. "Amen to that."

Sam helped her to her feet and walked into the hotel room. "Dea-..." He stopped as he glanced to the computer on the table by the door and found it empty, his laptop still sitting open on its surface, screen faintly glowing. Sam walked over to the computer and leaned over it, frowning as he skimmed the articles that Dean had been looking through. They were all talking about people going missing in Beaverton. "Dean...?" He stepped away from Ella and moved further into the room, looking over the back of the couch then walking to the bathroom. "Dean!" He jogged back to the door, moving passed Ella and looked into the parking lot, cursing. The Impala was gone.

Lynard Skynard's "Saturday Night Special" blared from the car radio as the '67 Chevy Impala roared down the empty back road. His cell phone that was resting on his lap, began to ring, and he flipped it open, putting it to his ear. "Yeah."

"Dean, where the hell are you?" Sam snapped into the phone. "How could you just leave like that without saying anything?"

"Chill out, Sam," Dean said. "I think I found a case... I'm pretty sure we're dealing with a djinn. I'm just checking out a couple places. I figured I could handle that much at least on my own. Besides, you and Ella obviously have some stuff to talk out, and I didn't wanna be at the motel when you two made up and started making kissy faces at each other."

Sam sighed a little and sat down on the end of his bed, rubbing his eyes a little. "I just wish you would have told me first... left a note, anything. I was worried about you... I still am." He paused. "Look, I understand you need some time to yourself and that you want to get back to work and all that, but please be careful okay? Djinn are powerful... I don't want you to get in over your head. Call me if you get into any kind of trouble, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Look, there was one place I passed by a few minutes ago. It's probably nothing, but I'm just gonna go check it out, then head back to the motel," He said before hanging up the phone.

xx

It was starting to drizzle as Dean parked the car by the curb in front of a run down, abandoned warehouse, and stepped out of the car, armed with a flashlight, and a large silver blade. He stepped into the dark building, the light from his flashlight bouncing off the glass windows that separated him from the part of the room. Old broken furniture, along with a mildewy smell, adorned the room as he walked through it, glancing around the corner down a hallway, and then turning his head to look behind him, and then back down the hallway. He heard a sudden creaking sound from behind him, and he paused and clutched the knife's handle tightly as he turned around quickly, raising it defensively. But when he turned, nothing was there. He frowned a little and then shrugged, before he was suddenly pushed and pinned against one of the windows. The creature had bright blue glowing eyes, and his head and hands were covered in an intricate black design. Dean grunted as he struggled, but the djinn was stronger than it looked. It pinned him against the glass with one hand, and lifted the other one. His other hand seemed to be engulfed in a black flame. He slowly moved his hand toward Dean, and rested it on Dean's forehead. The elder Winchester's eyes rolled back in his head and then everything went black.