"I don't believe it!"
Ty kicked the chair angrily, sending it flying across the room. It smashed and landed in a heap on the floor.
"Right, that didn't make me feel better."
He picked up a lamp and hurled it at the wall, nodding in satisfaction when he heard the smash.
"How can she still be alive?!"
He paced across the room, short, angry strides, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
He scowled, thinking of the situation. He'd had everything planned out. She would've been under for at least an hour before those stupid Winchester brothers found her, and by then, she surely would've been too far gone to be saved.
But apparently he had underestimated her.
"Strike one, is all," he said to himself, calming down a little. "Maybe I'll switch horses for awhile."
He folded his arms, coming to a stop in the middle of the room and narrowed his eyes.
"Fine, Dean. It's your turn."