Night 48 - Janitor's Closet
[Tracking Faith from here; Scarecrow's effects are wearing off]
No sign of Sam, but he was willing the Demon had went this way. He'd heard something loud banging open in this direction, and Dean was willing to bet that it'd been that Demon. The more he thought about it, the more he was getting weirded out by this whole thing. It just wasn't adding up. Dean could at least safely say that the halls had stopped lurching and throbbing around him. Great, he'd stopped tripping but that didn't change the fact that Sam had somehow been possessed.
Dean stopped in front of the door and listened, wiping his bloody nose absently on the back of his hand. Someone was definitely in there. Screw going in gently. If that thing wasn't gonna use its telekinesis on him, then he was gonna finish the exorcism so long as he was still breathing. Dean kicked open the door.
And barely danced back in time as what looked like a friggen mop swung at him out of the darkness. Normally it would've been annoying, but the thing riding Sam had snapped the handle and it was now closer to a crude stake. Dean didn't give the sonuvabitch another chance to wind up, charging it and throwing his weight against it.
No sign of Sam, but he was willing the Demon had went this way. He'd heard something loud banging open in this direction, and Dean was willing to bet that it'd been that Demon. The more he thought about it, the more he was getting weirded out by this whole thing. It just wasn't adding up. Dean could at least safely say that the halls had stopped lurching and throbbing around him. Great, he'd stopped tripping but that didn't change the fact that Sam had somehow been possessed.
Dean stopped in front of the door and listened, wiping his bloody nose absently on the back of his hand. Someone was definitely in there. Screw going in gently. If that thing wasn't gonna use its telekinesis on him, then he was gonna finish the exorcism so long as he was still breathing. Dean kicked open the door.
And barely danced back in time as what looked like a friggen mop swung at him out of the darkness. Normally it would've been annoying, but the thing riding Sam had snapped the handle and it was now closer to a crude stake. Dean didn't give the sonuvabitch another chance to wind up, charging it and throwing his weight against it.