In mid stride Sam suddenly flew backwards thru the air into the wall, pain exploding thru his head and darkness falling over his eyes. He sat slumped over, partially leaning against the wall losing his grip on consciousness The demon who had flung him strode over to him and kicked him in the side and watched as Sam fell over sideways. Confident that he was unconscious he turned and rubbing his hands together, walked towards Dean still passed out in the chair.
Dean woke to the pain of a blow to the side of his head, groaning and opening his eyes to see the black eyed man standing in front of him. Gritting his teeth through the pain exploding in his head he spit at the demon hitting him in the face. "Uh uh uh" the demon said, wiping the spit away with the sleeve of his shirt. "You might want to see what's behind me before you go to acting like an ass" He stepped aside giving Dean full view of Sam's crumpled body laying by the bed. "Sammy?" Dean whispered, then called out "Sam!" He struggled against the ropes binding him to the chair, "You son of a bitch," he growled "I will kill you if it's the last thing I ever do!"
The demon chuckled and raised his hand in the air, his hand clenched in a fist. As he turned his fist Sam moaned in pain as blood started trickling from his nose. Dean grew pale at the sight of his brothers blood and struggled harder trying to find any weak spot in the ropes. The demon turned and punched him square in the nose, rocking his head back. Before Dean had a chance to recover the demon hit him again, and again. Dean felt his face beginning to swell and felt the wetness of the blood spreading down his shirt. "Killing me is not an option Dean, even if you got lucky and did manage, there are more of us, and we've been waiting for you."
The demons words stilled Deans struggles for a moment, he had to figure out how to get them out of this. It was his fault they were in this mess, he knew enough that he should have taken Sams suspicions seriously and immediately checked out the guy working the front desk. He had been more worried about going through his stuff looking for quarters for the damn bed, when this guy knocked on the door and like a dumbass he had just let him in. Now he's tied in this chair and Sam is hurt and it's not looking good. He looked up just in time to see the next blow coming.
Sam's head hurt, it felt like someone had hit him with a metal pipe. He cracked his eyelids to see what the situation was, and saw a man hit Dean so hard that the chair he was tied to fell over. When he saw the man deliver a kick to Dean's ribs he wanted to cry out and rush the man. Except it dawned on him that it wasnt a man at all, it was a demon possessing the body of the desk clerk. Sam wanted to smack himself for not figuring out earlier what it had been about him that was so familiar. It was to late now, so he would just have to figure out what to do now.
Slowly checking to see how close to his bed he was, if he could just get there they might have a chance. He might could reach under it without being seen. Inching his had slowly towards the bed he reached under it and curled his fingers around the handle of his knife. He would have one shot at this so he had to make it good. Sam slowly turned and gathered himself up, standing on his knees and with out hesitation threw the knife. He watched as it circled end over end through the air heading towards the demons back. Shifting to a crouched position he got ready to spring when, if, the knife hit home. As the demon was pulling his foot back to deliver Dean another kick the knife sank between his shoulder blades and Sam leapt at him tackling him to the floor. The demon screamed and started shuddering as the life force left him, and he lay limp and lifeless under Sam.
Dean hurt, bleeding, and confused, stared at the scene in front of him, for a moment not understanding what had happened. "Sam," he called, "SAM!" His brother slowly turned his head to look at him, an expression of shock on his face. "Snap out of it and get me out of this mess" Sam visibly shook himself and rose to make his way over to Dean and untie him. Dean looked over to the bag of food on the floor and said "Bitch, you better not have stepped on my pie!" Sam looked up and smiled, "Jerk."
After cleaning up they sat down to eat, they were battered and bruised but overall they were okay. They had certainly sustained worse over the years. This was just another of those times that proved if they worked alone one or both of them would be dead. A lot, if not most hunters worked alone, they however worked best as a team. Neither of them had to say that, they both just knew.
Sam chewed his sandwich thoughtfully while looking through the mounting pile of evidence pointing to demonic omens in the area. He suggested Dean give Bobby a call to see what, if anything, he knew or had heard. Dean agreed, considering they seemed to have walked into an ambush tonight it would be best to gather as much information as possible. He reached for the phone and tapped out Bobby's number, listening as the phone rang.
Bobby answered "Dean, is that you boy? Hunker down, you've got trouble headed your way!"