Sam was back at Rufus’ cabin. He walked back to the mesa, tabela where he lit the three candles. He picked up the faca and cut his arm. The blood dripped in the bowl that was still standing in the center of the table. He struck a match a threw it in the bowl and the flames rose up.
At first nothing happened.
“Crowley, get down here! Before I get angry!” Sam yelled furious.
“Alright, alright, don’t lose your head” Crowley said. He appeared behind Sam and Sam quickly turned around. Crowley looked at his watch. “I give you two minutes. Make them count”
“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked insisting.
“That’s why you called me? To help you find your precious big bro? Sorry, Sam, can’t help you, won’t help you” Crowley said careless.
“And where’s Kevin?” Sam wanted to know.
Crowley raised his eyebrows. “That’s my concern. Besides, Kevin’s having the time of his life” He made a few steps closer. “Listen, here’s my offer. I won’t tell you where Dean is, but I can get you to him”
Before Sam could take or leave the deal Crowley snapped his finger.
Sam looked around. He was in a dark, forest-like place.