The motel.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room next door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have said she hadn’t seen her husband, it was more likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape a little and screamed for help, hoping someone would hear her.
“Did you hear that?” Sam asked Dean, who nodded. They ran outside and followed the screams. “It’s coming from here” Sam concluded.
Dean banged the door. “Are you okay in there?”
“I’m alright, just get me out of here!” Claire shouted.
“Okay, hang on” Dean yelled. The door was locked and so he lifted his foot and kicked the door open. He walked to Claire and noticed her hands. Then he went looking for something to cut the quick-release straps, while Sam tried to comfort her.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked soft.
“Meg” Claire sobbed. “She wants to use me as leverage to get her boyfriend back”
Dean came back with a wire shears and cut through the straps. Claire pulled her arms forward.
“You should take care of that” Sam pointed at her wounded wrists. Claire shrugged.
“Do you know where Meg is now?” Dean asked sharp.
“Probably negotiating with my mom” Claire replied. “I don’t know when she’ll be back”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let her anywhere near you” Sam promised. He looked at Dean, who got the message.
“Hey, why don’t you go with Sam, then I’ll wait for Meg” he suggested.
Claire looked reluctantly from Dean to Sam. Could she trust them? Sam knew what she was thinking. “Look, we just freed you. We could’ve just let you sit tight. You’re going to have to trust us” he reasoned.
Still a little reluctant Claire followed Sam outside, while Dean sat down on the chair, waiting for Meg.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room next door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have said she hadn’t seen her husband, it was more likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape a little and screamed for help, hoping someone would hear her.
“Did you hear that?” Sam asked Dean, who nodded. They ran outside and followed the screams. “It’s coming from here” Sam concluded.
Dean banged the door. “Are you okay in there?”
“I’m alright, just get me out of here!” Claire shouted.
“Okay, hang on” Dean yelled. The door was locked and so he lifted his foot and kicked the door open. He walked to Claire and noticed her hands. Then he went looking for something to cut the quick-release straps, while Sam tried to comfort her.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked soft.
“Meg” Claire sobbed. “She wants to use me as leverage to get her boyfriend back”
Dean came back with a wire shears and cut through the straps. Claire pulled her arms forward.
“You should take care of that” Sam pointed at her wounded wrists. Claire shrugged.
“Do you know where Meg is now?” Dean asked sharp.
“Probably negotiating with my mom” Claire replied. “I don’t know when she’ll be back”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let her anywhere near you” Sam promised. He looked at Dean, who got the message.
“Hey, why don’t you go with Sam, then I’ll wait for Meg” he suggested.
Claire looked reluctantly from Dean to Sam. Could she trust them? Sam knew what she was thinking. “Look, we just freed you. We could’ve just let you sit tight. You’re going to have to trust us” he reasoned.
Still a little reluctant Claire followed Sam outside, while Dean sat down on the chair, waiting for Meg.
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.