A/N: Okay, so back by popular demand, here comes the sequel to 'So, This is What Love Feels Like'. I hope you all enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not mine. I am merely playing with them. I only own Abbey/Jessi.

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CHAPTER ONE: YOU SET HIM FREE

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and began pulling him towards the door. Suddenly, white light overpowered them, and they had to cover their ears as an earsplitting sound rang throughout the room. Just as the noise and light became too powerful, they were suddenly out of the room, driving down a deserted street in the Impala.

"What the hell?" Dean mumbled. "What just happened?"

Sam shook his head. "I-I don't know." He wanted to talk to Dean about what he had done. Wanted to tell him how sorry he was. "Dean, I'm--" he started, only to be cut off.

"Just don't say anything, Sam," Dean ordered, not even looking at him.

Again, Sam shook his head, biting his bottom lip. A single tear fell from his eye. He had ruined it. Not only had he brought forth Hell on Earth, but he had broken the bond that he and his brother had. Staring out the window, allowing more tears to fall, Sam felt more alone than he ever thought possible.

Dean opened his cell phone, shoving it towards Sam. "Call Flare," he ordered. "Tell her to meet us."

Sam took the phone, sniffling. "Meet us where?" he asked, dialing her number.

"New York," Dean answered coldly. "Jo's Place."

With a sigh, Sam called Flare. "Flare? Get Bobby, and have him drive to New York. Dean and I will be in diner called 'Jo's Place', Bobby knows it. We want you guys to meet us there."

"Okay," Flare mumbled into the phone, glancing at Bobby. "New York. Jo's Place," she answered his silent question.

Bobby nodded. "Get in the car. I can have us there in twelve hours." Flare did as she was told, climbing into the front seat of bobby's truck. Bobby climbed into the driver's seat, starting the long drive to New York. For the most part, the drive was silent. After a while, though, Bobby turned to look at Flare. "How are you holding up, kid?" he asked, worried by how quiet she was. Maybe she was just shy, but he didn't like it.

"Not that great," Flare admitted. "You see, my sister was a seal and..." tears began to fall from her eyes as she remembered what had been done to Abbey, "...Lilith killed her. Dean's mad at me, and Sam's--" she stopped, not wanting to talk about Sam and Dean right now.

Bobby nodded. "It's okay. We'll get this all sorted out." He smiled at her. "I'm sorry about your sister."

"She was the only family I had left."

Bobby sighed. "I know how you feel," he assured her. "My family's all gone, too."

Flare closed her eyes, trying to push the image of her family dying out of her mind, but with little success. "I was only nine years old when it happened," she explained with a sigh.

Bobby shook his head, feeling terrible for her.

Sam handed the phone back to Dean, searching his face for any clue as to how he was feeling. Unfortunately, Dean managed to keep his face blank. Finally, Sam gave up, looking out the window, crying once more. He remained silent, keeping his tears to himself. He knew Dean hated to see him cry, so he didn't want to make Dean have to sit through it. If he didn't know Sam was crying, he wouldn't have to worry.

As soon as the car stopped, Sam climbed out, walking towards Jo's diner. He wiped furiously at the tears, hoping Dean wasn't watching him wipe away the evidence of his sorrow.

Flare explained her whole life story to Bobby, was easier then telling it to anyone else. Dean would just fall asleep and Sam would understand but would make a fuss and try to calm her down. She didn't want to be calm right now.

At the end of Flare's story, Bobby put a hand on her shoulder, tears in his warm eyes. "You're going to be okay, kid. Because you have us. Sam, Dean and me; we're your family now."

Flare glanced at Bobby "We are all just a bunch of misfits," she said with a small smile.

Bobby chuckled, pulling into the parking lot of Jo's Place.

Jo stood behind the counter, reading a gun magazine when Sam walked in. Instantly, he walked to the bathroom, avoiding her. Dean walked in shortly after him, smiling at Jo as he headed for her.

Jo's face lit up when she saw Dean. "Dean!" she yelled, throwing her magazine on the counter, running towards him. When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tight as she could, never wanting to let him go.

"Hey," Dean said hugging her back. "How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, bored," she answered, holding him tighter.

"Jo, can't breath."

"Oh!' Jo exclaimed, pulling away, but keeping her hands on his shoulders. "Sorry. I just...I missed you!"

Flare got out of the car, hesitant. "Dean is going to kill me."

"I won't let that happen," Bobby promised, following her.

She nodded her head, walking through the doors. When she did, Dean spun, glaring at her. "I'll deal with you later," he spat.

Flare winced before quickly walking over to a table as far away as she could get from Dean and sitting down.

"Don't be such a jerk, you idjit," Bobby ordered."Hey Jo," he said, hugging her. "Where's your mom?"

Dean glared at Bobby before looking back to Jo. She pointed to the back room. "She flew in yesterday. She's waiting for you."

Bobby shook his head, walking to the back room to talk to Ellen.

Ellen turned when she heard footsteps approaching her. "Hiya, Bobby," she said with a smile and a quick hug.

Bobby returned Ellen's hug. "Ellen, Sam started the apocalypse," he explained sadly.

Ellen was silent for a moment. "Damn," she finally muttered.

Flare sat at the table, her eyes shut, sighing as she rubbed her forehead. Finally, she glanced out the window. The world already seemed different.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, seeing Flare sitting in a corner. He walked over to her, standing beside the table. "Can I sit?" he asked.

Flare glanced at Sam. "I don't know...can you?" she said dryly.

Sam sighed, figuring Flare was mad at him. He turned away and began to walk back to the bathroom. At least there no one would be mad at him. Well, unless Dean walked in.

"Sam, wait! Yes, you can sit here," she said.

Sam turned and smiled, taking a seat beside her, making sure he could still keep an eye on Dean. "He's mad at me," he explained.

"He is mad at me, too," Flare mumbled, still looking out the window.

"I mean, he's been mad at me before, but...never like this." He chuckled, wiping the tear that had escaped his eye away. "I guess I really screwed up this time, huh?"

Flare nodded. "We all did."

Jo put her hand on Dean's cheek. "Dean, what's wrong?"

"Well," Dean started, glancing over at Flare and Sam before continuing, "it's apocalypse, now."

Jo licked her lips, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting it. "What are we going to do, Dean? Can we win?"

"I don't know," Dean admitted, shaking his head.

"Not the answer I was looking for, Dean."

"Whoever wins, it won't matter. We're all screwed either way."

Jo blinked. "W-What? Why?"

"Because they're all jerks. Angels, demons, all of them. Really, I've only met one angel that I can tolerate. Castiel. Well, Anna's all right, too, I guess."

"Angels are jerks?"

"Yeah. Well, except Anna and Cas."

"Wow. I thought angels were supposed to be all nice and fluffy and good."

"We are warrior of the Lord. Not kittens," Castiel corrected, appearing beside her.

"Holy crap!"

Castiel gazed at her, puzzled. "Crap is not holy." He then turned his gaze to Dean. "Lucifer is circling his vessel. We cannot allow him to become corporeal, Dean." He looked around. "Where is Sam?"

"Over there with Flare," Dean replied, trying not to laugh at the kitten comment.

Castiel grabbed Dean's elbow elbow and drug him over to the table beside Sam. There, he stood Sam up. Then, he pressed an open palm to both of their hearts.

"Ow!" Sam yelled when he felt something being engraved into his bones. He heard Dean yell something, but he was too busy tending to his own pain to care.

"They're Nokian Sigel," Castiel answered a question Sam figured Dean must have asked. "They will hide you from all angels in creation. Including Lucifer." Moments later, he did the same to Flare. He did only have two hands after all. He looked at Dean. "Who else will be in close contact with you during this fight?"

Dean eyed Bobby and Ellen as they walked out of the back room. "Uh, Bobby, Ellen and Jo," he answered, still rubbing his chest.

Castiel walked over to Bobby and Ellen, marking them first, then Jo.

"Ow!" Jo complained. "What was that?"

"Nokian Sigel."

"So, what you just branded us with it?"

"No, I carved it into your rib cage."

Jo rubbed her chest again, scrunching her face with disgust.

"Cool it Jo," Dean said calmly, continuing to rub his chest.

Ellen was quiet, still surprised that an angel was in the same room as her.

Flare looked out the window. There were no stars or moon in the sky, so it was completely dark other than the few street lights.

"I must go," Castiel sadly said, handing Dean a slip of paper. He leaned closer to Dean, whispering in his ear," Meet me here in an hour. I have a delivery for you."

Dean nodded.

Ellen shook her head to clear the fog. "What the hell just happened?" she asked.

Flare started to shiver. "Something is coming," she said quietly.