"This is where I've stored some of my copies of all those precious books our Leviathan friends destroyed."

Bobby Singer stood by his blue 1968 Ford F-350 as Dean and Sam Winchester climbed out of their black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. They were staring disbelievingly at a large library - the largest, in fact: The Library of Congress in Washington, D.C.

"Here?" asked Sam, never taking his eyes off the one hundred and fourteen year old building.

"Don't look like such an idjit, son. I told you, I got contacts."

As the trio started up the steps, Dean began to process. When Bobby had called telling them to meet at 101 Independence Ave in Washington, DC he had no idea that was where the Library of Congress' main building was housed. Frankly, Dean tried not to pay too much attention to where the feds were located.

It was around 11:30 at night, two hours after the library closed to researchers and four and a half after it closed to the public. Bobby's contact, a blonde woman who didn't say much except "Introductions aren't important", was waiting to open the door then led them through the lobby and up many flights of stairs until they reached a wall that was really a door.

"I feel like Nicholas Cage in National Treasure. I even got a bad reputation with the cops!" Dean joked as the woman opened the hidden door for them.

"Three hours is the most I can give you this time, Bobby."

"No problem, hon. We'll holler when we're done." Bobby watched his friend leave as Sam and Dean entered the secret room then Bobby followed the boys.

Bobby flipped up the light switch to illuminate a large room lined with bookshelves that were half full, the rest of the books were haphazardly strewn on a long table and a few wooden chairs.

"This is impressive, Bobby!" Sam stroked the pages of an open book. I think this is actually papyrus!"

"I've got quite a few ancient texts, here…"

"And some modern ones, I see." Dean held up a paperback copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

"So I enjoy reading about a bespectacled boy wizard. Sue me."

"Why are we here, Bobby?"

"Some of the other hunters are nervous. They are saying the Mother is walking the Earth again."

"Mother? As in Eve? I thought we killed that bitch."

"That's why we are here, to see if there was any way to resurrect her and if there is any way to find more phoenix ashes. Start digging."

Two hours later and most of the books had made it back onto shelves having been read and set aside. Sam flipped through the pages of a small book, too tired to actually read it. He came across a loose sheet of papyrus stuck between the pages; a short paragraph was inscribed upon it.

"Hey, Dean. Check this out." he said while setting the book down and bringing the page into better light. "It looks really old." Bobby snored in the corner.

"What's it say?" asked Dean, setting down an old King James Bible that he had been desperately flipping through to find a way to get his angel, Castiel, back from the dead.

"I don't know. It's all Greek to me." Sam smirked. "Seriously. It's written in Greek," he added when Dean gave him a look.

"Bobby knows Greek." Dean shook Bobby awake. "Hey, Bobby, can you read this?"

"Let's see," Bobby took the paper and cleared his throat. "Give me some time to remember how to read this language." As Bobby started at the page and made funny faces, Sam and Dean continued to pour through books.

"Hey, Sammy?" Dean set down the bible he was holding.

"Yea?" His younger brother didn't look up from Harry Potter. He was an innocent (well, as innocent as a monster hunter can be) man and Dean didn't want to hurt him more than has already been done. Sam has watched Dean die and come back from Hell, gone to Hell himself, come back soulless which made him do immoral things, then upon getting his soul back, he went a bit crazy and starting seeing the Devil everywhere. Sam has already lost his parents, college girlfriend, werewolf girlfriend, and had his demon girlfriend manipulate him. Dean didn't exactly want to tell his brother that another woman Sam loved also died. At Dean's hands. After Sam told him not to hurt her.

"Sammy I-" Dean leaned his hands on the table and sighed deeply. Sam looked up from being successful at finding a specific part in Harry Potter without even trying. He was such a Potterhead. "Sammy, I killed Amy Pond and I don't mean the ginger that travels in a blue box." Dean finally blurted out.

"Excuse me?"

"Boys, I think I found something interesting."

"Not now, Bobby."

"No, I think you need to hear this now. It sounds like a summoning prayer for God. If we can find God, we might be able to get rid of the Leviathan."

"And bring back Cass?"

"And have him smite you for killing my friend when I specifically told you she wasn't going to hurt anybody?"

"What now?"

"Just read the prayer, Bobby. Then we can duke it out."

Sam glared at Dean but finally nodded his head. Bobby started to read in Greek.

"O δώσει τις ευχαριστίες προς τον Κυριον? Γιατί είναι καλό? Για endureth έλεος του για πάντα. Κύριε Ιησού Χριστέ, Υιέ του Θεού, ελέησόν με τον αμαρτωλό. Σε αυτή την ώρα της απελπιστική ανάγκη, όταν όλα έχουν χαθεί και ο καθένας υποφέρει, σας ζητάμε να μας σώσει. Φέρτε πίσω τα παιδιά και οι πατέρες μας, τον τερματισμό του πόνου, και Κύριε, ελέησον."