An abandoned cabin, Cumberland, MD [Wednesday]
Between spending all night tied to a chair, and wondering if Gordon was going to decide not to wait for their dad and just kill him right here, Sam hadn't gotten much in the way of sleep. He'd tried every method of freeing himself that he knew, certain that Dean was doing the same in his own chair, and when nothing worked, he'd resorted to counting objects in the room to try to keep himself calm. It wasn't working very well though, not when his thoughts were constantly moving back to whether or not Dad would take Gordon's side against him. If he wasn't so tired, he might have decided that it was crazy to even consider the possibility, but here, with Gordon's words about his destiny as an evil killer still ringing in his head, Sam wasn't sure about anything anymore.
Every creak and noise caught his attention, and made him look to see if help - what he hoped would be help - had arrived. "Did you hear that?" he said quietly, trying to get Dean's attention.
[NFB due to distance!]
Every creak and noise caught his attention, and made him look to see if help - what he hoped would be help - had arrived. "Did you hear that?" he said quietly, trying to get Dean's attention.
[NFB due to distance!]