Dean’s desperate struggles gained him no ground, and it soon became obvious that no amount of begging, bargaining, or grappling was going stop his corkscrew journey through the tunnel ( Read more... )
They’d been sitting for hours in shell-shocked silence, and by 11:45pm, as the two Winchesters waited for word-any word at all, Sam was busily torturing himself. ( Read more... )
As the waning moon, its dusty ring now a brighter and tighter band around the disk, sloped toward the west, the sun began its slow surge from the east.