Lost And Found ✔︎

36- Motel Time-Travel and an Old Bunker

Dean is tying his boot laces and Sam stands at the mirror. A man falls out of the closet.

"Which of you is John Winchester?" He asks.

***

"Who are you?" I ask, getting off the couch.

"One of you must know John Winchester." He sighs.

"I'll tell you what - when one of us falls out of your closet, then you can ask the questions." Sam sassed.

"Yes, my apologies. Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me?" He asks Dean as he then steps back. "Thank you. Gentlemen, in the absence of any and all other explanations, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding. I'll be on my way."

"That's not happening."

"There are things of grave importance. I do not have time to deal with the likes of you." He mentions.

Dean picks up handcuffs from a bag on the table and Sam grabs him. Dean takes hold of his wrist.

"You're not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers." Dean demands. He tries to handcuff him to a chair, but in one motion he breaks away and handcuffs Dean and Sam to the chair. "How did he do that? You got to be kidding me!"

***

We hear a loud rattling noise.

"What is that? [He gets to his feet.] Oh, my God." He mumbled.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Run!"

The closet door bursts opens in a flash of bright light and a girl in a bloody grey dress steps out.

"Henry. [She laughs.] Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they? Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly." She chuckles.

"You know I can't do that." He reminds.

"You're not a fighter, Henry."

Dean raises his gun. She lifts her arms and sends Dean and Sam flying into the walls. Henry tries to move but she holds up a hand to stop him.

"Josie. I know you're still in there. You must fight this." He tries.

"I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. It looks like it's just you and me." She taunts.

Dean stabs her in the back with his demon-killing knife. She screams and falls to her knees with gold light flashing inside her body.

The light flashing in her body ceases.

"Well, that is no way to treat a lady." She admits as we run from the room.

***

"Yeah, well, now that you're done blowing chunks, you want to tell us who Betty Crocker was?" Dean asks.

"Abaddon. She's a demon."

"No kidding. Where'd she come from?" I ask.

"Where'd you come from?" Dean asks.

"She's from Hell. I'm from Normal, Illinois - 1958." He paused.

"Yeah, right. Seriously? Dudes time-travelling through motel-room closets? That's what we've come to?" Dean growls.

"If you could just take me to John, we could clear all this up, I'm sure." He requests.