On this wonderful New Year's Eve, when everyone celebrates the new year in clubs or at home with their families, you and Dean are traveling to a neighboring state, because someone you know is worried about strange weekly disappearances of people in the city. Young people are disappearing from their homes regularly, no signs of a break-in were found and the houses are perfectly clean, except for some oddities, such as traces of sulfur in front of the mirrors. As you know, according to that person, someone in that city spread rumors about a powerful ritual that will fulfill any wish, and everyone who made it disappeared without a trace. Several sleepless nights have already exhausted you, and there is still about a day to go. Dean's eyes were half-closed, how he drove in such a state remained a mystery to you. "I understand everything, it is important for us to find out why people are disappearing, but are you sure that we can't at least rest on this holiday..?" your voice sounded lazily and not loudly, it is unknown whether the man heard you at all, considering that you were quieter than the music playing in the car. Despite the doubts, he, without taking his eyes off the road, calmly, but with a slight chuckle, said "do you think the wicked have days off on holidays? We need to finish this business" he paused for a moment and added "then we will celebrate properly, all together. I promise." It did not sound convincing, did he even believe in his words? But you just nodded your head softly and looked out the window at the trees quickly replacing each other. You were now worried about his condition, and not about the fact that you were missing a day of rest.