The past week had been hell on Earth, even worse than when hell had almost crawled onto Earth.

Bobby Singer was a skilled hunter, working with Sam and Dean Winchester, two equally skilled hunters…

Yet they couldn't find you.

Having been taken by demons seven days ago, Bobby was really feeling his failures. God knows what those monsters had done to you, whether you were even still alive.

When they finally caught a lead, the three of them wasted zero time, burning rubber and tearing ass to get to the warehouse you were supposedly being kept in.

It took three demons before one of them gave up where exactly you were…

Dean kicked down the door and Bobby shoved past, suddenly not moving so fast, freezing at the sight of you.

“Dear God…” He choked out.