DEANS POINT OF VIEW
We gradually make our way through the hallways of Hell. Demons are constantly coming out of the shawdows, jumping on us at any chance they get.
Sammy and I work our way to some sort of door. We do our usual routine; count to three then barge in like nobodys business. You'd be surprised how often that method works out.
On the count of three I kick down the door. After checking to make sure the coast is clear, I look around. It's an office.
"A damn office! I didn't come all this way just to find an office!" I say with rage.
"Maybe there's something here," Sam says. "Like a secret door or something."
I'll take anything at this point, so I start looking around. Movies always tell you that it is something you wouldn't expect. I try the bookcase.
"Sammy. Over here," I say.
Typical. It's always the bookcase.
A door is revealed and we repeat our strategy once again. This time, we find a dungeon. Not one of those medieval times type of dungeons, but the kind where the walls and floor is red. And not the red from an interior decorator.
I look around with disappointment. Another empty room.
"Hey Dean. Come over here. I think I found something," Sammy waves a hand at me. It's a note.
Dear Moose and Squirrel,
I have your precious demon hidden somewhere special. Good luck. You have precisely one hour.
Love always, Crowley
"That son of a bitch," I mumble.
I feel Sam put his hand on my shoulder. "We will find her, Dean. Don't worry."
