Dean had no idea about how to get out of this mess. It didn't help that he wasn't alone. Emily kept asking him about a plan but he couldn't even get his hands free since he didn't have a knife.
"You don't have a plan do you?"
Dean looked over at Emily.
"I'm thinking."
"Think faster since I don't feel like getting sacrificed."
Dean knew yelling was out since the whole town was out to kill them. Damn it Sammy I wish you were here.
By Barbara Desmond
