MOTEL ROOM
Bobby was asleep on the bed. The door unlocked from the outside and a maid entered. After a few steps, she saw Bobby on the bed, who hadn't reacted to the noises she'd made.
"Oh! I'm sorry," the maid apologized.
She began walking out again, but as she retrieved the keys from the door, and Bobby still hadn't moved. She looked a little worried.
"Sir?"
Since he still wasn't moving, she left her keys in the door and walked over between the bed and the desk.
The maid touched Bobby on the shoulder. "Wake up."
Bobby didn't react. In the kitchen, a woman was screaming and Bobby was trying to survive the attack. She slammed his head against the floor.
The maid grabbed Bobby's shoulders, trying to wake him up.
"Wake up, you hear me? Wake up. Sir, wake up!" the maid called.
She turned to the door, panicked. "Help! I need some help in here!"
BAR
The bartender turned, a bottle in hand, to a man and woman. He grabbed a glass and walked down the bar. "Cheers!"
The bartender poured a drink. Sam was nursing a drink of his own. He tilted his glass back and forth slowly, almost spilling out the contents as a sad expression covered his face. The door opened behind him and Dean and Adeline, holding Eva's hand, walked in. When they saw Sam, they walked over with furrowed brows.
"There you are," Dean said. "What are you doing?"
Sam turned to them. "Having a drink."
Adeline frowned. "It's two in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?"
"I drink whiskey all the time."
"No, you don't."
"What's the big deal? Dean, you get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?"
Dean looked around and saw a woman around 40. "It does have slim pickings in here." He turned back to Sam. "What's going on with you?"
Sam shook his head and didn't say anything for a few moments, looking completely lost. "I tried, Dean, Adeline."
Dean and Adeline looked confused. "To do what?"
Sam glanced at Dean. "To save you."
Dean sat next to him and Adeline sat on the other side as Dean said, "Could I get a whiskey, double, neat."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"No, you're drunk."
"I mean, where you're going... what you're gonna become." He looked close to tears and scoffed. "I can't stop it." He paused a beat. "I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you."
"What I've been telling you and Adeline."
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't wanna be saved, how can you care so little about yourself."
Eva stared at Dean. "Is dat twue?"
Dean took it all in, scoffed, and smiled a little.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked.
Dean looked over to meet Sam's eyes, but before they got a chance to say anything else, Dean's cell rang.
Dean answered. "Hello?" ... "Yes, this is Mr. Sniderson." ... He looked surprised. "What?" ... He looked over at Sam, Adeline and Eva. "Where?"
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Borrowed Time
Mistério / SuspenseAdeline Steele is forced into a world she knows nothing about. She and her daughter join two brothers on a question to find their father. Little does she know how vast the world, the knowledge of the supernatural is. As becomes their motto, savin...
