Sam and Dean watched the flames die down around the corpse of the half-brother they never knew. Dean poured a little more lighter fluid on the blaze to make sure everything would turn to ash. Sam wanted to ask Dean more about that comment that he was more like their dad than Dean was. He wanted to make sure that Dean wasn't upset that Sam was okay with Adam pursuing hunting...well the ghoul that was pretending to be Adam pursuing hunting. Sam squeezed the bandage over one of his arms to keep himself from saying anything. The sting kept him quiet. Now wasn't a time for words. It was a time to grieve and remember someone they never actually met.

When all that was left of Adam Milligan was embers and ash, Dean nudged Sam and nodded towards the car. Part of Sam would've been glad to trade places with Adam. He wanted no part of Lilith and the angels. He was done with Heaven, Hell, all of it. He just wanted it to be over. He followed Dean to the Impala as if on autopilot. They didn't speak the whole ride to the motel. Dean clearly didn't want to talk, and Sam didn't have anything to say that wouldn't either make things worse or hurt like hell.

Dean parked the Impala in the motel parking lot and climbed out of the car silently. Sam followed suit. Maybe after a good night's rest, he'd feel better about everything that had happened. He couldn't shake the overwhelming anger that John Winchester had fucked them over again, but more than that, he felt sadness. He'd had a little brother for a few hours. Then that brother was actually a ghoul and tried to kill him, but there had been a few hours. He'd never really known Adam, but he'd lost a brother. And Sam felt it to his core.

They walked inside the motel room and collapsed on their respective beds.

Dean rolled over on his side and faced Sam. "I'm sorry about Adam," he said.

Sam looked over at his brother for a moment before laying on his back to face the ceiling. "Yeah," he said, "Me, too."

Sam closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in a large field. The sun was bright, but the warmth was rather relaxing. He was about to plop down in the grass when two hands grabbed his jacket tightly.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sam?" the Trickster snapped.

Sam grabbed the Trickster's shoulders roughly and asked, "Where the fuck have you been?"

The Trickster shoved Sam away. "Oh, no. No, we're not going there. We're talking about why the hell you don't trust me anymore," he said.

Sam huffed. He had no intention of letting the Trickster's disappearing act drop. He would get answers. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked.

"Before I left, I told you to call me if you needed anything," the Trickster said, eyes blazing with anger, "Why is it that I felt you being bled out, and I didn't get a single damn call?"

"It was just ghouls. I was fine," Sam said.

"Fine my ass!" the Trickster snapped, "I felt your fucking life draining. You call that fine?"

Sam sighed and said, "I'm clearly alive. Why do you care so much anyway?"

The Trickster shook his head, frustrated. "We're not doing this," he said.

Sam took a step towards the Trickster and said, "No, I need answers. You pretty much tell me you have feelings for me, and then I don't see you for months, for nearly a whole year? What the hell is going on?"

The Trickster stared up at him with a hint of fear in his golden eyes. "Sam, don't," he said quietly.

"I need to know. If you can't tell me everything, fine, but give me something," Sam said.

The Trickster took a few steps away from him, studying the blades of grass at his feet intently. Sam knew the Trickster liked his secrecy, but he had to know what was going on.

The Trickster said softly, "The angels are dangerous. I've had run-ins with them in the past, and they're a threat to me. That's why I ran, okay? Angels are all over you guys, and I needed to hide."

"Are you safe now?" Sam asked.

The Trickster sighed and said, "Not remotely. Hell, being here is risky."

"Then, why are you here?" Sam asked.

"To make sure that you're okay," the Trickster said, "I felt your life ebbing. I needed to-"

"Which makes me wonder, again, why do you care so goddamn much about what happens to me?" Sam asked.

"Why do you keep asking that?"

"Because you never answer me."

"Sam."

"Trickster."

The Trickster groaned in exasperation and asked, "Can't you just accept that I care?"

Sam looked at the Trickster. No, he couldn't just accept it. He was so broken and damaged and awful. How could-

"You're not any of those things," the Trickster said.

"Yes, I am," Sam said, "I'm tainted, evil even. I'm drinking demon blood for Christ sake! I don't even deserve the love of the demon. Explain to me how a demigod could possible give a rat's ass about someone like me." Sam felt hot tears at the back of his throat, but he was far too stubborn to let them loose. At the Trickster's silence, Sam looked at the ground. The silence was all Sam needed. He was right. There was no reason the Trickster could have for caring about him.

"Sam," the Trickster said, "Look at me."

Sam hesitated for a moment, worried he'd lose his composure, but he met the Trickster's amber eyes anyway.

"You're not evil, Sam," the Trickster said.

Sam shook his head with a bitter laugh. He wasn't evil. Yeah, right.

"Seriously, Sam, listen. You're not evil. You're really not," the Trickster said, taking Sam's hands in his, "You're perfect. And I don't mean just physically, though you are definitely not hard on the eyes, let me tell ya. But you, as a person, are perfect. I know it's cliche and everyone has flaws, blah, blah, blah. I know you're flawed, but you try. You try to be better and do the right thing. That's why you're amazing, Sam. Most people would go crazy from the stuff you've been through, but you just keep fighting. And you shine, kiddo." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

Sam didn't know what to say, but he didn't pull his hands away.

The Trickster continued, "And for the record, you don't deserve any demon, especially not Ruby. You deserve so much more than that. Sam, I really wish you could see yourself. I've been alive a lot longer than this planet has existed, and I've never met a human that I've even liked let alone developed any sort of attachment to. Except you. You stand out to me from all of humanity, Sam. And that means something. There is no one that has ever lived that I care about more than you, and you need to know that."

Sam stared at his friend. What could he possibly say to that? He squeezed the Trickster's hand gently.

"Sammy, wake up!" Dean shouted.

Sam looked around the dark motel room blearily. He was still in shock from talking to the Trickster. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to kill his brother.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam snapped.

"It's Cas. We've got to go," Dean said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, slowly getting up.

Dean scribbled something down quickly on a piece of paper. "Cas showed up in my dream. He said he needs to talk. He gave me this address to meet him. We need to go," he said.

Sam sighed. He felt like arguing in the hopes that he could get back to sleep. But the way Dean was about Cas, Sam knew if Dean thought there was something wrong, there'd be no stopping him from going. As he pulled on his pants, he wondered idly when he'd have to start referring to Castiel as his brother-in-law. Maybe this little adventure would give him some time to figure out what the hell to say to the Trickster after all that.

After a few hours, it seemed pretty clear that they were going to be saddled with this Jimmy Novak guy for a while. Dean was so restless wanting to find out what happened to Cas that it was seriously starting to grate on Sam's nerves. He didn't say anything about it, though, because Sam knew what else was getting under his skin. He was able to keep a lid on it until 4:34am.

The one major downside of drinking demon blood was when it started to wear off.

Sam sat up at 4:34am with his hands shaking and his head pounding. It felt awful. Silently, he left the motel room, making sure neither Jimmy nor Dean woke up. He made sure he was safely behind the vending machine before pulling out the silver flask. Honestly, the flask made him feel even worse. Like he was an alcoholic or something. But he needed his head to stop hurting so bad. He could feel his heartbeat with how hard his head was pounding.

Sam opened the flask and poured a dollop of demon blood onto his hand, quickly licking it like it was chocolate syrup. The taste was godawful, but the same couldn't be said for the results. Already, his hands had stopped shaking. He sucked his hand clean, making sure he got every drop. He poured some more into his hand and sucked the bloody mess from his skin. He hated this. But he needed it. He needed to be strong.

Sam emptied the flask before pulling out his phone to call Ruby. He got her freaking voicemail. He was getting too used to the demon blood. It wasn't affecting him as much as it used to. With the flask out, he knew it would only be a matter of hours until it wore off and left him with the worst hangover ever. Sam called Ruby again. Nothing. Shit. He pocketed his phone and headed back to the motel room only to discover that Jimmy Novak was gone. Great.

Sam hurried over to Dean's bed. "Dean, wake up," he said, shoving his brother, "Jimmy's gone."

Dean groaned and looked around the room. "He must've gone home," he muttered sleepily.

Sam nudged Dean's shoulder. "Yeah, we can't let him go home, Dean," he said.

"He'll be fine. Go to bed," Dean said with slurred speech.

"We can't just let him go. He's going to put his family in danger. He's in danger. We can't just-"

"Jimmy's not going to get to Pontiac, Illinois from here in one night. We'll find him in the morning. Go to sleep."

"But Dean-"

"Sam, don't make me tuck you in."

Sam sighed in frustration and plopped onto his bed. First, the Trickster's being all emotional and ridiculous, then Ruby's not answering her phone, then Dean doesn't want to get out of bed to save a guy from his own stupidity. Sam was about to lose his shit. He knew he'd be feeling the after effects of the blood in the morning, and he didn't have any more to fix it with, so Sam stayed up to enjoy the small amount of peace he'd be allowed to have.

By the time Dean woke up, Sam was already feeling shaky. While Dean brushed his teeth, Sam hid his shaking hands by busily packing things and trying to rush his brother along.

When Dean asked where Sam had been when Jimmy left, Sam had nearly had it. "I was getting a Coke," he snapped.

Dean grinned and asked, "Was it a refreshing Coke?" Sam was going to punch him in the damn face. They should've been on the road hours ago.

"Can we just go, please?" Sam asked.

On the way to Pontiac to hopefully intercept Jimmy, Anna showed up in the backseat of the Impala. Dean swerved so much he nearly wound up in oncoming traffic.

And of course, when Anna asked about how Jimmy got away from them, Dean just pointed a thumb at Sam and said, "Talk to Ginormo here."

Sam was just done. He was ten kinds of done.

"Sam," Anna said, "You seem...different." Sam didn't know if angels could sense demon blood, but he knew that was what the difference was. He was running out. His head was already starting to swim.

"Me?" Sam asked, trying desperately to play it off, "Uh, I dunno. A haircut?"

Anna stared at Sam and said evenly, "That's not what I'm talking about."

Sam really didn't want Dean to find out this way. He let it drop and hoped Anna would, too. He glanced at Dean before staring back out the windshield. Luckily, Anna did let it drop and just continued interrogating them about Jimmy. The way she painted Heaven didn't give Sam much of a good feeling. It sounded like Cas was getting tortured. Dean seemed pretty concerned, and honestly, it made sense why the Trickster was so afraid of the angels. Sam hoped Cas was okay, but he couldn't spend much time focusing on it before his head started pounding again.

By the time they stopped at a gas station, the pain in his head was near blinding. It was all he could do not to show Dean how bad it was. While Dean gassed up, Sam excused himself to go to the bathroom. The second he was out of sight, he called Ruby. Again, he got her voicemail.

"Where the hell are you, Ruby? This isn't funny anymore. I'm all out. Stop whatever you're doing. Call me," Sam said, "I need more." He blinked a few times to keep the world from spinning, not that it helped any. He really needed more blood, which meant that Ruby really, really needed to pick up her damn phone. Sam headed back out to Dean so they could hit the road again.

Of course, the demons were already there when Sam and Dean arrived. Sam was barely able to make it up to the house without his head swimming, but the second Dean saw a demon with a knife on a kid, he took off into the house without a moment's hesitation. Dean took no time in slicing the demon's neck and getting Jimmy's daughter away from him.

The other demon turned towards Dean, and Sam managed to hold her with his telekinesis. But it made his head feel like he was getting a lobotomy.

"Go," Sam managed to shout to Jimmy, "Get 'em out of here."

Once the family was out of the house, Sam's strength waned. He was going to pass out if he kept trying to hold the demon. He dropped his hand and gasped, pain slicing through his brain.

The demon sauntered over and said, "Can't get it up, can you, Sam?"

Dean came up behind her with a knife and said, "No, but I can."

The demon quickly smoked out. Damn it.

The room was spinning so much, Sam couldn't bare to move.

"C'mon, c'mon," Dean said, urging Sam towards the door. Somehow, Sam found the strength to keep going. He followed Dean outside.

Once inside the Impala, it was all Sam could do not to fall asleep. He needed to collect himself and regroup. God, his head. He thought about calling out for the Trickster, but he stopped himself. They were with Cas' vessel. There were too many angels. Plus, Dean probably still wanted to kill him. Just because Sam was in pain didn't mean he should put his friend in danger.

Sam managed to keep conscious until the Impala came to a stop. God, he just wanted to sleep. With Claire and Amelia cuddled up in the car, Dean felt it was a good time to discuss plans with Jimmy. Sam just wanted to fucking die, but Dean wanted to talk turkey. Fine. Sam willed himself out of the car.

Jimmy said immediately, "You were right."

"Sorry we were," Dean said.

"But I'm telling you, I don't know anything," Jimmy said.

Sam had struggle not to roll his eyes. If they could not have the same damn conversation while his head was imploding, that would be great.

Dean said, "I don't think they're inclined to believe you."

"Even if they were," Sam said, "You're a vessel. They're still gonna want to know what makes you tick."

"Which means vivisection," Dean said, "If they're feeling generous."

"I'm gonna tell you once again," Sam said, hoping to hammer the point home so they could stop talking about it, "You're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us."

Jimmy looked at his family in the car. "How long?" he asked.

Sam looked away. He was too tired for this shit.

"And don't give me that 'cross that bridge when we get to it' crap," Jimmy said.

Sam shook his head and snapped, "Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So, you either get as far away from them as possible, or you put a bullet in your head, and that's how you keep your family safe, but there's no getting out, and there's no going home."

"Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam," Dean said, giving him a sideways glance.

"I'm just telling him the truth, Dean," Sam said angrily, "Someone has to."

Jimmy looked a little lost for a moment. Sam was just about to storm off and find somewhere in an alley to take a damn nap.

Dean gave Sam a look as Jimmy said, "Okay, I have to think of them, and I need to go with you guys. I just-what about them? We can't just abandon them here."

Dean said, "You know what? You're right. You talk to them, tell your wife to take your kid to someone you trust who lives far away. Sam will find them a car."

Sam mustered his remaining energy to face Dean with a grade A bitchface.

Dean smacked him in the arm and nodded to Jimmy, saying, "And I'll be here if everything with the Mrs. goes south and you need backup."

Sam rolled his eyes and went off to hot wire a car. Honestly, the first car he found without an alarm system, he was more tempted to collapse in than mess with the wiring. He needed blood bad.

"Okay, so, uh, here's your car," Sam said, getting the engine to turn over on a car near the Impala.

Amelia nodded absently.

Sam was done. He was tired. He was done. Sam and Dean got in the Impala and waited for Jimmy.

Within a couple of minutes, they took off leaving Jimmy's family in the dust.

Sam was pretty sure he could safely sleep now. Dean was driving. Jimmy was out cold. Part of him was afraid to sleep, though. He was tired, tired in the worst way, but he was worried that the Trickster might be in his dreams. Whether it was really the demigod or not, their conversation wasn't something he was ready to continue. But he needed to sleep. He couldn't keep going like this. He'd have to figure out how to respond to the Trickster's words at some point anyway.

Sam was just about to close his eyes when Dean asked, "What the hell happened back there?" This wasn't exactly a conversation Sam wanted to have either.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You practically fainted trying to gank a demon," Dean said, looking over at Sam.

Sam rolled his exhausted eyes and said, "Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy."

"Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now, you can't even kill stunt demon number three?" Dean pressed.

Sam asked, "What do you want me to say about it, Dean?"

"For starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place," Dean said, "Now, I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just-you're scaring me, man."

Sam stared out the window. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, his head was exploding, he was honestly too tired to notice if he had the shakes or not, and Dean was the one who was scared?

"I'm scaring myself," Sam said tiredly.

Dean looked away from him when a cell phone started ringing. Was it Sam's? Sam looked at his pocket for the answers. It was his phone. Huh.

"Hello?" Sam said.

"I need to talk to Jimmy," a voice said on the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" Sam asked.

"It's Amelia. I need to talk to Jimmy. It's about Claire."

Sam reached back and shoved Jimmy to wake him up. "Hey," he said, handing the phone to a half-asleep Jimmy, "It's your wife."

Sam blinked a few times as his vision blurred. He'd really wanted that phone call to be Ruby.

"Amelia?" Jimmy said into the phone, "Oh, my God." He stayed silent for a few minutes and said, "Okay, I'll be there." He hung up the phone and handed it to Sam.

"My wife is a demon," Jimmy said quietly.

"What?" Dean asked, alarmed.

"She has a demon in her," Jimmy said, "And it has Claire. She told me to meet her and to come alone."

Sam looked at Dean and saw the look of determination in his eyes. Fuck.

A nap. A goddamn nap. That's all Sam wanted was a freaking nap.

"What's the address?" Dean asked.

"It's a warehouse back by my home," Jimmy said, "I can give directions, but I don't know the exact address."

"Okay," Dean said. He pulled the car in a sharp turn and drove through the grass meridian of the highway, getting back onto the road headed back towards Pontiac. Sam's everything lurched with the sharp turn, but he swallowed the pain. He couldn't show Dean how bad it was. He just couldn't.

With Dean breaking land speed records, they got to the warehouse in no time. Jimmy seemed agitated, and Dean was trying to tell him how this all would go down. Sam felt like he said words, too, but he couldn't be sure. Jimmy walked off at some point, and Sam was pretty sure he expressed some concern about this being a trap. His head was such a mess, he couldn't quite tell. But when Dean replied with, "Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan," Sam was much more sure that he'd said something about this being a trap.

Within seconds of entering the back of the building, Sam and Dean were grabbed by demons. Sam was truly blown away by Dean's brilliant plan. Still, the close contact with the demons was promising. Sam wished he could get a sharp object into one of the demon's necks. Then, he'd be fine. Then, he'd feel okay.

The demons hauled Sam and Dean into a room with Jimmy, Claire, and the demon wearing Amelia. They were fucked. Sam was almost too out of it to care. He wasn't too out of it to sass Dean, though.

"Nice plan, Dean," Sam said.

Dean replied, "Yeah, well, nobody bats a thousand."

"Got the knife?" the demon in Jimmy's wife asked.

The demon holding Sam held it up with a grin. Then, Not Amelia started fucking monologuing. Sam could barely pay attention. Dean was playing along, but Sam just kept wondering how fast he'd have to move to stab the demon behind him with the knife she was holding. Sam really wanted to move this along. If they were going to kill them, he kind of wanted to get on with it.

"Yeah, well, you got us, okay?" Sam said, "Let these people go."

"Oh, Sam," the demon said, "It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh?"

Sam didn't say anything. He just stared at the demon.

"Now for the punch line," the demon said, "Everybody dies." She aimed a gun at Sam. He braced himself for more pain.

But the demon turned around and shot Jimmy in the stomach.

Dean looked at Jimmy doubled over with wide eyes.

"Waste little orphan Annie," Not Amelia said.

Sam looked over to where Claire was seemingly unconscious and tied up to a chair. He pulled against the demon holding him. He didn't care how tired or hurt or in pain he was, he wasn't about to let a little girl die in front of him.

One of the demons swung a large lead pipe at Claire's head, but the little girl caught it effortlessly and pressed a glowing palm to the demon's forehead, burning the demon out of him with angelic skill.

Sam took advantage of his captor's momentary shock and grabbed for Ruby's knife. The demon fought back, but Sam gave it all he had to get that damn knife. The demon pushed Sam to the ground, but Sam rolled them over and used what little energy he had left. Slowly, he wrested the blade from the demon's hand and looked at the demon's throat. Where best to slice?

He didn't hear Dean wrestling with another demon. He didn't hear the sounds of more demons being burnt out by angel grace. He heard the blood flowing in the veins of the demon beneath him. And it was his.

He made a cut and stared at the blood for a moment. Dean would know how he did the things that he'd done. But he didn't care. This would fix everything. Sam pressed his lips to the demon's bleeding throat and drank. Instantly, his head felt better, he stopped shaking, he had clear focus. And he drank more.

He could feel the blood on his face when he released the demon and looked up. When he turned around, Dean and Claire stared at him with fear, shock, and disappointment. Sam recognized the look on Claire's face as the expression Castiel always greeted him with. The look that said that Sam was an abomination. That Sam was the boy with the demon blood in his veins.

Quickly, Sam turned back to the demon and plunged Ruby's knife into its chest. Sam stood up and turned towards Dean. He could feel the demon behind him.

Sam reached out his hand and tried not to feel his heart break when Dean flinched. He grabbed hold of the demon inside of Amelia and pulled. There'd be no escaping him this time. Sam could feel the demon blood surging through his veins, strengthening him, making him unstoppable. A few coughs of black smoke and Sam ripped the demon out from Amelia, forcing it to burn to cinders on the ground. Dean went to Amelia's side to make sure she was alright while facing Sam with confusion and fear. Why couldn't Dean see that this was a good thing? Sam knew the blood was messed up, but it was a means to an end, and he'd say not letting the apocalypse happen was a very good end.

Dean helped Amelia up, and Sam followed them as they walked over to where Claire was kneeling by Jimmy. "I want to make sure you understand," she was saying, "You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it."

"It doesn't matter," Jimmy said with jagged breaths, "You take me. Just take me."

"As you wish," Claire said.

She touched Jimmy's cheek and began to glow. The bright white of Castiel's true form shone from Jimmy's eyes. Sam and Dean looked away.

When the light faded, Castiel stood up, walking away from Claire and past Amelia as she ran for her daughter.

He started to walk away when Dean said, "Cas, hold up. What were you going to tell me?"

Castiel turned towards Dean with a look that sent chills through Sam. Cas normally looked at Dean with adoration and interest, sometimes affection. Now, he looked at Dean the way someone would look at a worm.

"I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean," Cas said, "I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you."

Sam looked between Dean and Cas warily. Something really bad must have happened in Heaven for Cas to act like that. Dean looked like he'd been punched in the gut as Castiel walked away.

Amelia took the stolen car to take Claire far away as had been the original plan. Sam and Dean got in the Impala, and Sam waited to be chewed out. Dean had seen the blood. Sam had no way of denying that. He felt like a teenager who'd gotten caught smoking. But Dean didn't say anything.

A few miles down the road, the silence in the car got to be too much.

"Alright, let's hear it," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Drop the bomb, man," Sam said, "You saw what I did. Come on. Stop the car. Take a swing."

"I'm not gonna take a swing," Dean said.

"Then, scream. Chew me out."

"I'm not mad, Sam."

"Oh, come on. You're not mad?"

"No."

"Right, look, at least let me explain myself."

"Don't," Dean said, "I don't care."

Sam almost did a double take. "You don't care?" he asked.

"What do you want me to say?" Dean asked, "That I'm disappointed? Yeah, I am. But mostly, I'm just tired, man."

Sam looked away from his brother.

"And I'm done," Dean said, "I am just done."

Honestly, that was much worse than Dean being angry. Sam was angry. He wanted to yell and scream and duke it out. He wanted his brother to listen to him for once, trust him for once.

His phone rang before he could do or say anything, though.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam answered.

Bobby said, "Hey, you and your brother better shag ass to my place asap."

"What's going on?" Sam asked, instantly concerned.

All he got in return was Bobby's snark, "The apocalypse, genius. Now, get your asses over here."

Bobby hung up, and Sam looked at his phone in exasperation.

"What'd he say?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed and said, "He wants us over at his place."

"Okay, then. We were headed that way anyway," Dean said.

Sam looked at his brother and said, "Dean, listen, about what happened-"

"I said I don't want to know, Sam," Dean said. He turned on the radio to stop Sam from talking. Sam tried his best not to pout, but he really hated being silenced by the radio.

After an hour or so, the road lulled Sam to sleep. No Trickster visited his dreams, no grassy plains or beaches. All he could see was the fear in Dean's eyes when his brother looked at him. Somehow, Sam managed to sleep almost the entire trip only to find that his brother still had no interest in talking even after so many hours. Hopefully, whatever Bobby had to show them would give them something to focus on other than the demon blood and the unsaid words between them.

Once they got to Bobby's, Bobby led them down to his panic room saying something about a problem with demons and the end of the world. "Well, thanks for shaking a tail," he said gruffly, "Glad you got here."

Sam opened the door to the panic room, and Bobby said, "Now, go on inside. I want to show you something."

"Alright," Sam said, "So, uh, what's the big demon problem?" He turned towards Bobby and Dean, waiting for them to come inside.

"You are," Bobby said, "This is for your own good."

Dean and Bobby shut the door, locking Sam inside.

Sam stared at the door in shock. They were actually locking him in here?

"Guys?" Sam asked, walking up to the door to look through the bars at his family. "Hey, guys!" Sam tried. This was not cool. They couldn't be serious.

Bobby closed the metal latch that blocked Sam from seeing out the door.

"This isn't funny!" Sam shouted, "Guys! Hey!" He banged on the door, but it was starting to be clear they weren't letting him out.

Dean and Bobby locked him in the damn panic room. What the hell. Ruby probably wouldn't answer her fucking phone. He was screwed. He sat on the cot in the middle of the room thought about his options.

Of course they locked him in the panic room. The ceiling was too high to kick out the fan and get out that way. There were no other doors. There was no way in, and there was definitely no way out. Even if he could get a hold of Ruby, the whole room was demon proof. She wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.

But he did have a friend who wasn't a demon.

Sam closed his eyes. What had the Trickster said? Calling him was like praying? Well, he'd give it a shot.

Sam laced his fingers together and said, "Trickster, I don't really know how this works or if you can hear me, but I really need your help." He opened his eyes and waited. Nothing. No demigod came to rescue him. Sam got up and paced. Several minutes of waiting and still nothing.

Was no one on his side anymore?

Sam slammed his fist into the panic room door with a loud yell. They couldn't just leave him locked in there.

But they did. And no matter how hard he screamed and prayed and begged, no one came.