Though he tried to ignore it, Dean couldn't help but hear Bill's words repeat in the back of his head. The other hunter had told him it was only a matter of time before he would lose his grip on reality and would start seeing things that weren't actually there, believing things that weren't real. His gaze drifted over to the woman sitting in the passenger seat next to him, a gut-wrenching, sobering reminder that he was already caught up in this Djin's web and in deep, way over his head. Though he knew everything she'd just told him was just part of the story, he was finding it harder to stay focused on the facts of the hunt that had gone wrong so fast. "I took my own life the first time I got jumped by one of these damn things, and woke up strung up in its lair."

"Is that why you jumped?" Jo quietly replied, looking over to catch his eyes.

There was a moment of silence and Dean couldn't help but feel the chill run down his spine, the tone of her voice made the hair stand on the back of his neck. "I didn't jump, I was pushed. It kicked me off the platform when I tried getting to Sam." He explained, pulling up to the large factory.

"No, you jumped." Jo replied bluntly. "Daddy was there looking into your brother's death and his partner's disappearance when you jumped from the platform, you're lucky there was a pile of old crates there to break your fall. How do you think you ended up with that huge gash?" She asked as she pointed to the large bandage wrapped around his forearm. "I pulled a sliver of wood at least two inches long out of there."

Dean's eyes drifted down to the bandage around his arm where the Mark of Cain was supposed to be, before looking up at the factory looming ahead of them. "Enough of this bullshit." He muttered to himself as he put the shifter in park and pulled the keys from the ignition. "This ends right now." He continued as he stepped out, pausing as the pain he'd been ignoring stopped him in his tracks. He leaned heavily against the old truck as he sucked in a deep breath and felt his chest tighten almost instantly. It took a moment for him to adjust, but with the anger and frustration helping him push through the pain, he quickly overcame it and straightened out. He pulled Bill's silver blade from his pocket as he watched Jo climb out after him.

"You can't go in there." She started as she made her way around the truck towards him.

"Watch me." Dean was quick to reply as he caught her eyes. "How do I kill it? Your dad said he needed my blood to put this thing down, what did he mean?" There was a moment of silence and he could see her hesitate. "Tell me how to put it down or not, I'm going in anyway." He said, brushing past her to make his way towards the building.

"You need a silver blade dipped in the blood of a victim." She finally replied, her words forcing him to pause and look back. "That's why Daddy had you locked up, you can imagine how hard it is to find a Djin's victim before their time runs out." She paused as his gaze drifted away. "Please, I told you what you wanted to know about your family, about your brother... Let me call my Dad, get a hold of other hunters so we can put this thing down for good. You can't do it alone, you're already..."

"You hear that?" Dean asked, cutting her off mid sentenced as he turned his attention from the woman in front of him to the large factory.

"Hear what?" She replied, following his gaze to the abandoned building.

Dean listened intently as the wind kicked up death leaves at their feet, bringing with it an almost haunting voice he recognized so well. "That." He replied, his eyes now scanning the darkened windows. "Sammy?!" He called out, his own voice echoing eerily in the quiet night. "It's Sam, he's calling out to Cas..."

Sam swore under his breath as he listened to his voice bounce off the walls around him. He was meticulously scanning the darkness but could see no sign of the angel or the Djin. "Cas!?" He called out again, knowing this wasn't a good sign as he reached down to grab the angel's blade from the debris on the floor. As the echo of his voice faded away without a response, Sam continued towards the rear of the building where Jody had been attacked. He eyed the steel door that had caught her attention and approached it cautiously, his silver blade firmly tucked in his hand. She had barely reached for the door when the Djin had attacked, just like Dean, it had all happened so fast. Already on edge and half expecting to get jumped at any moment, Sam reached for the door, surprised to find it locked. Taking a moment to study it with his flashlight, he noticed what looked like a smear of blood along the door frame. Now he felt sure he knew where the Djinn had come from and where the creature was hiding, if this is where it was hiding out, there was no doubt in his mind that he would find both Dean and Cas there as well.

Knowing there was no way for him break the large steel door open, he started scouring the building for other doors that would lead him down into the maintenance rooms below the factory floor. The steel door had lettering that read "Power Pumping Station B" which led him to believe there was another door like it nearby. After exploring a little further, he came across what he'd been looking for, a door with faded lettering that read "Power Pumping Station A" The door was slightly ajar, a brick jammed between it and the frame was keeping it from closing. He approached it carefully, using his flashlight to probe the darkness ahead of him. All he could see was a set of stairs leading down to a lower level, the pane of glass from a second door at the bottom of the stairs reflecting the light back at him. Though he knew the risks he was taking by going in alone, the last thing he wanted was to lose someone else to the Djinn he was hunting. He sucked in a breath as he slipped through the open door and quietly started to make his way down the stairs, his plan simply to have a look and see what he could find below. Broken glass snapped beneath his feet as he approached the second door, his gaze drifting back up to the door still ajar at the top of the stairs.

So far there was no sign of anyone having been down there recently, dust both coated the floor and random debris that had gathered in the stairwell over the years. Inching forward, he passed the second door and stepped into a large open room. It was cold and damp, he could hear water dripping from somewhere and the air was thick and stale. In the center of the room, rusted metal railings surrounded a large pump and turbines shut off long ago. Peering over the edge of the railing with his flashlight he could see water down below, a means of either powering the large pumps or cooling them off. He was studying the various switches, levers and gauges that lined one of the walls when a distant sound from deep within the building caught his attention. He froze, now listening carefully for any other similar sound to discern where it had come from. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was human enough to convince him that he was heading in the right direction. Following the faint sound drifting through the darkness, Sam eyed what looked like an old waste water tunnel rather than a hallway. The large curved walls were made of concrete and steel grates just out of reach above him seemed to lead to the factory floor above.

Jo watched as Dean made his way back towards the truck, reaching in through the open window to grab a flashlight from the clutter on the dashboard. "Dean I don't hear anything." She admitted. "Whatever it is you're hearing, it's not real." She continued, her voice rising as Dean tucked the flashlight under his arm. "This is what happens to victims, they start hearing things, seeing things that aren't real."

"Trust me sweat heart, I'm already hearing and seeing things I know aren't real." Dean replied drily as he flipped the silver blade open. "I know what's real and what's not." He continued, pulling his arm away as she reached out to grab him. "Sam's real and that damn creature is real, you're not. " Their eyes locked for only a moment before he turned to make his way towards the factory, wincing as he passed the sharp blade against the palm of his hand to draw blood. "Sammy?!" He called out again, listening for a reply as he made his way towards the factory.

"Dean please." Jo pleaded as she rushed to him with the folders he'd grabbed from her father's desk. "I know this is hard on you but you need to believe me, trust me." She continued as she placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Whatever it is you're hearing, it's not real. This Djin is just playing on your emotions to lure you back in there!"

"I need to find my brother."

"Your brother's dead!" She barked, stepping between him and the door as she shoved the crime scene photos in his face. "He's dead and you're the best shot we have at killing this damn Djin if you don't get yourself killed first!"

Dean felt his heart hit the bottom of his stomach as his eyes focused on the photograph in her hands. Even in the dim light, he could tell that the body lying in a pool of blood was Sam. He'd seen countless crime scene photos and gruesome deaths in his years as a hunter, but none had ever troubled him as much as this one. His mind kept repeating that none of it was real, but he was finding it hard to believe with a picture of his dead brother shoved in his face. Sam was in full police uniform, a flashlight on the ground beside him and dark red stain soaking through the fabric of his shirt. There were multiple gunshot wounds and he could tell that the other man hadn't even had the time to draw his weapon. "It's not real."

"Dean please don't!" Jo pleaded as he shoved her aside and pushed the factory door open. "Dean!" She called out, watching as he disappeared inside.

Though the images of his brother's dead body now flashed in the back of his mind, he knew the photos Jo had shoved in his face weren't real. None of it was. "Sammy?" He called out as he cautiously started to make his way across the factory floor, his sharp blade in one hand and the flashlight in the other. Scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, he listened intently for some kind of reply, any hint of a sound that would lead him to Sam. There wasn't a shred of doubt in his mind that he'd heard his brother calling out to Cas somewhere in the distance, which meant the angel was there somewhere too. "Sammy!?" He shouted, listening as his voice bounced off the walls around him. "Cas?!" He glanced over his shoulder as Jo quickly made her way over to him.

"What the Hell are you doing?" She hissed between clenched teeth. "If you want to kill a damn Djin you can't let it know you're here!"

Dean put a hand out to silence her as the sound of shuffling caught his attention. Glancing over to his left, his eyes instantly focused on the steel grate staircase that led up to the platform above. He couldn't help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand as he made his way over to the stairs and headed up to the office rooms where he and his brother had been jumped the day before. With Jo following him, Dean instantly headed towards the middle room where the Djin had lured him in and then taken him down. He paused in the doorway, flashbacks of the day before now mixing with what was right there in front of him. "This was where it jumped me." He told the woman standing behind him, well aware she wasn't buying a word he was saying. "Sam shot out the glass to get its attention, that's when it turned on him." He explained, glancing down at the broken glass before looking into the small office room at the overturned furniture.

Parts of the fight played back in his mind as he studied the cluttered room. He remembered hitting the floor hard and he could feel the creature pinning him down with a hand around his throat, right before the bullets started flying and glass shattered. "When I got back to my feet, I came back out to the platform and that's when I saw it fighting with Sam." He continued, turning his attention from the small office room to the platform overlooking the factory floor. I went to stab it and that's when another one of them grabbed me, it took the gun from my belt and pushed me over the edge..." Dean trailed off as the sound of gunshots and breaking glassed echoed in his ears. He walked to the edge of the platform and knelt down by the railing as a dark stain among the dust caught his eye.

"What is it?" Jo asked quietly, her eyes still scanning their surrounding for any sign of the Djin.

"Blood." Dean replied simply as he studied the droplets on the floor. "My blood, from when it shot me."

"Dean, there's nothing there." Jo started, her words and monotone voice forcing the other man to look back up at her. "I know you think it's real, I know you believe that's what really happened but you need to trust me. None of this is real, there's no blood on the floor." She paused for only a moment as Dean got to his feet. "You need to let me help you, this Djin is messing around with you, making you see and hear things that aren't there, that aren't even..." She trailed off as he put a hand up to silence her.

With the sound of engines roaring through the silent night, Dean made his way to one of the windows just in time to see a truck turn off the main road. Other headlights could be seen just beyond the line of trees and moments later a second and third truck joined the first in the old factory's parking lot. Parked next to the truck he'd stolen to get there, a group of six gathered, among them was Bill Harvelle. "How did he know where to find me?" He growled, his eyes narrowing as he turned to the woman at his side. When she didn't offer a reply, he backed her up against the wall. "HOW DID HE KNO..."

"ALL victims who get away end up going back to the place they were attacked!" She cut in, silencing him mid sentence as she pushed him away from her. "I told you this damn thing was just messing with you! It made all this shit you remember up so you'd come back to the place you were attacked. Why do you think my Dad had you in lock down?" She watched as he eyed the hunters that had gathered around her father's truck. "He isn't going to try and save you now." She said bluntly, her tone of voice pulling him away from the men outside. "So you'd better find that damn Djin and kill it, before they come in here looking for you."