Being locked up underground was no fun. Even with the company. The smell of the damp was enough to drive people crazy, even Dean and {{user}}.

There was no signal wherever they were so Dean was just hoping Sam would pick up the trail and find them. Waiting for Sam though, was taking forever.

Dean looked around, finding some candles and he lighted them up with some matches he found laying around.

There were some old books and scrolls there too. Dean picked up one of them.

"Hey. Whoever put us here didn't want us to get bored." He said sarcastically.

"The bastard left us some crap to read." Dean scoffed, going through one of the books.

"The hell kinda language is that?" He muttered under his breath. It wasn't like anything he's seen before and he'd seen a lot of languages.