Sam was back at Rufus’ cabin. He walked back to the mesa, tabla where he lit the three candles. He picked up the cuchillo 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 tu two minutes. Make them count”
“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked insisting.
“That’s why tu called me? To help tu find your precious big bro? Sorry, Sam, can’t help you, won’t help you” Crowley dicho 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 tu where Dean is, but I can get tu to him”
Before Sam could take o leave the deal Crowley snapped his finger.
Sam looked around. He was in a dark, forest-like place.