"I did, too," John and Mary said at the same time.
Sam and Dean exchanged a smile. It was weird to hear their parents talk at the same time. That was kind of their thing.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Sam asked. He knew they couldn't really afford any down time. He wasn't up to fighting monsters, but there were other things to be done.
Almost as if he had read his mind, John said, "I found us a hunt."
"Sam's not ready to hunt," Dean protested.
"I know that, Dean. I'm not an idiot. You and me. Mary and Sam can see what else they can find out on the Brits."
Sam nodded. Sounded fine to him. He didn't like Dean hunting alone or with strangers, but whatever else you had to say about his dad, he was great back up.
"Why don't you stay and I hunt?" Mary countered.
"Mom, no," Dean said. He kind of felt like a sexist, but he worried too much about his mom and it affected his concentration.
"Why don't all three of you go?" Sam could use some alone time.
"you sure?" John asked.
"Yeah. All the equipment is working so nobody can sneak up on me. Three is safer than two."
"OK," Dean said grudgingly.
SSS
"So what are we hunting?" Dean asked in the car.
"Ghost," John answered.
"How mundane," Dean joked, trying to remember their last ghost hunt. He thought it might have been the internet thing. Even that had a weird twist.
"Don't get cocky, Dean."
"Sorry, Dad. Details?"
"It's the wife of a rock star. The rock star's drummer has been killed. The rock star's disappeared."
"how do you know the rock star didn't kill him?"
"Because the rock star had been saying he had been seeing his wife for days. She was taunting him, blaming him for his death. It was really affecting his work. They were thinking drugs, but now, I'm not so sure. The drummer was thrown across the room."
"OK," they had checked out less.
SSS
Sam stretched and stood up. The internet was not being particularly helpful today. He turned aroudn. "Who are you?" And how did you get in here without me noticing? he thought to himself?
"Come on, sammy, you don't recognize your old bunk buddy. i got a new outfit. What do you think?"
"It makes you look like you wear too much makeup." Really, that's your best comeback to the devil. "What do you want?"
"I thought I told you last night. All I want is you."
"That was a dream," Sam said uncertainly. Maybe the internet had lulled him to sleep.
"No, I was just messing with you. Come on, Sammy, we make a great team. Let me in."
"Why would I do that?" Sam asked.
Lucifer grabbed Sam's arm. Sam couldn't see him any more, but he could feel him. "What are you doing?" he asked as Lucifer led him outside.
"Putting on a show for those cameras you installed. Your family is going to see you walking away of your own volition. I've made myself invisible. And with all the crazies you've been putting on, well they won't be checking with me."
Sam started struggling. "Now it will look strange?"
"Will it? You've been cutting your clothees and cuffing yourself to your bed."
When they got aroud the corner, Lucifer flew them to Crowley's dungeon. "You can rot here until you decide to say yes," he informed Sam as he chained him to the wall.
"That will never happen," Sam said as Lucifer disappered.
"Hello, Samuel."
Sam turned to see another figure chained to the wall. "Rowena, what are you doing here?"
"Lucifer wants me to translate the Book of the Damned."
"But, we have that," Sam pointed out. It was hidden and warded. They would have destroyed it, but it was indestructible.
"Why do you think you're really here, Samuel? Lucifer knows you're not going to let him in."
"I'm also not going to tell him where the book is."
"No, but Dean might."
"He wouldn't do that," Sam said not entirely sure. "Besides, Lucifer went to great lengths to make sure that Dean thought I was crazy and had run away. If he just wanted to ransom me for the book why do all that?"
"Because you're right. Dean wouldn't just give the book to Lucifer. Lucifer is the original con man. He has some sort of grand plan. I guarantee you that."
Sam just wasn't seeing how this made any sense.
SSS
Dean pulled over.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"My phone just vibrated. It's the motion detector."
"Sammy?" Mary asked worriedly from the back seat.
Dean pulled up the app and watched. "It's Sam. He left."
"There's nobody there, but it looks like he's struggling," John said confused. "A ghost?"
"Ghosts can't get into the bunker. Plus they show up on camera even if you can't see them with the naked eye. I think Sam fell asleep and 'Lucifer' is kidnapping him. We'd better get back and find him."
"And forget about the job?" John couldn't believe this. There were lives at stake. Sam would wake up and be fine.
"Sam's more important," Dean insisted and turned the car around.
SSS
A man walked into their cell. "Who are you?" Rowena asked.
"My guess would be a demon," Sam said.
"Your guess would be wrong. My name is Mick. I'm with the British Men of Letters."
"Oh great," Sam said. he was going to be saved from Lucifer to be tortured by humans.
"Toni overstepped her bounds," Mick said as he freed Sam.
Sam wasn't convinced this guy wasn't a demon. Rowena should be able to recognize a demon, but he couldn't be certain Rowena wasn't here as a plant. "how did you get past Lucifer?"
"Angel repelling sigil."
"That doesn't work for long."
"Which is why I suggest we hurry," Mick said.
"What about me?" Rowena asked.
"I can either leave you or kill you," Mick decided.
"Leave me." Where there's life there's hope.
Once outside Sam punched Mick and ran. He jumped in the only vehicle he saw and attempted to hotwire it. All the locks locked.
"Magnificent anti-theft feature wouldn't you say," Mick said from outside the driver's door window.
Sam banged his head back against the seat. He was caught once again.