Tapping my foot I watched as Crowley paced the small room.
The somewhere safe had turned out to be a poorly built room with an old sofa and an even older bed, the room turned into a kitchen at one end which held a falling-apart basin made with rusty zink.
There was a smudged window above the basin and a matching yet larger one near the bed.
The rickety door sat in the wall between.
There was a door on the opposite side which I had been told led to a bathroom, however, I had not been brave enough to check it out for myself.
I sat on a wooden chair that I was sure would break soon, but it was still a better option than the bed.
"Crowley, when are you getting Sam?"
He looked over at me as if I had grown a second head, "I can not very well leave you here alone. I must find a way to get
