Who: Sam, Dean, John, Bobby, Faith, Ruby, Heather, Jo, & Lilith. What: We want our girls back! When: Evening. Where: Lilith's place. Rating: Expect violence and language! OOC Note: Feel free to split up your threads as needed. I just wanted to get this up so everyone could get started!
Sam squinted off at his watch and impatiently shifted in the passenger seat of the Impala. Releasing an irritated breath of air, Sam shot Dean a desperate sort of look before he reached over and shoved his door open. "They need to hurry," he told his brother as he swung his legs outside. "I'm not waiting forever." And Sam got the feeling that Dean wasn't as willing to wait around all night either. They both were here for the same reason. Lilith had taken away the women that they loved. It was obviously a trap, but Sam honestly didn't give a damn. If Lilith wanted him, then fine. He wasn't going to stand around and let her torture the hell out of Heather and Jo. It didn't work that way. Not with him.
Stepping out of the car, Sam shut the door behind him and moved around to the trunk. The slight chill in the air didn't even phase him as he shoved the trunk to the Impala open and started digging around inside. Rock salt? Check. Holy water? Double check. Ruby's knife? He slipped a hand into his jacket, fingers wrapping around the handle of the blade he had tucked away. It was there. And he was more than ready to use it.
As he drew his hand out, he felt something shift against his chest. Casting his eyes downward, Sam found himself staring off at the ring that Heather had given him not too long ago. Dangling from the chain fastened around his neck, Sam stared at it for a long moment before he clenched his jaw and turned away from the trunk.
He wasn't waiting. Not much longer. No one else was going to die because of him.