The moon was full and bright causing blue light to shine over the nearly empty parking lot. It was almost midnight when I got off of work and was now making my way to my car. I work in a local theater helping out backstage which means I hold odd hours. Tonight was a two show night so I got off pretty late. Rounding the corner to the aisle my car was in, a frigid gust of wind whipped around me causing me to shiver. I started to walk faster to my car a way to get out of the cold. But something felt off; like someone was watching me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up once I reached my car. The wind came out of nowhere and was howling causing my hair to whip at my face. I jumped backwards just as the light I was under burst and rained down sparks. As I fell backwards my back hit something or someone. I whipped around to see a man who looked familiar standing in front of me. He was wearing a trench coat and his face was expressionless. I started to back away but he grabbed me and placed his fingers on my forehead. Everything went dark as I fell into oblivion.

As I came to I could feel the strong heat from the sun beating down on me. I felt like I had gotten hit by a car as my body ached with every attempt of movement. My head was the worst, it was as if something was missing or taken and my brain was in desperate need to find it.

"Hey?" A voice said right next to me. It was almost a whisper, rough and dry. "Are you okay?" I slowly got my eyes to open even though they protested. The sun was to bright so it took me awhile to focus on the image in front of me. When I saw who was speaking it took me a moment to process, but when I did I screamed and shoved my foot into his stomach. I crawled backwards to gain some distance. "Son of a bitch. Look I'm not going to hurt you." He groaned his voice still dry in desperate need of water. "Jensen?" I said not sure what was happening.

"What? No, I'm Dean. Now can you tell me what the hell is going on?" He stood up but didn't come closer I could tell he was just as confused as I was. I stared for a moment and then started to laugh as I stood up. The laugh was pretty weak as pain shot through every muscle that moved. "Is this some kind of prank? I mean did I win some prize or something? Where's Ashton?" I looked around only to see the long stretch of road and absolutely nothing but brush and trees. My smile slowly faded realizing it wasn't a joke. "What? Look I just crawled out of my own grave and found you lying in the middle of the road. How the hell did I get here?"

I whipped around and took another moment to process. He was covered in dirt and sweat but what I noticed was his eyes bright green covered in fear and confusion. "I don't know one moment I'm getting off of work and the next I wake up here." The sun was almost unbearable as we stood there baking in it. "Okay let's get out of this heat. And try and figure out what is going on." I shook my head and followed him down the main road.

I had always loved the TV show Supernatural and its entirety, but actually being in it was another story. How could I be walking next to Dean Winchester. I was trying to wrap my mind around it when I realized Dean was trying to talk to me. "What?" I said glancing at him and then back at the road. "You called me Jensen? Who's that?" What was I supposed to say "Oh you know the actor that plays you in a show called Supernatural which I am a big fan of." Yeah, no. "Just someone you look like." I wasn't really in the mood to talk because I thought it would further the crazy.

We had been walking in silence for what felt like forever before coming up on a gas station. It was a small little fill up joint in the middle of nowhere, but it was something. I sighed in relief as I started to feel like fainting. Dean knocked on the door but the sign said it was closed and it didn't look like anyone was here. "Now what?" I said as dean took off his shirt that was around his waist and broke one of the windows inside. "Oh great." I said whispering to myself. I like to think of myself as a good citizen you know not breaking any laws except for maybe the occasional parking ticket. Breaking and entering however was not how I wanted to start my criminal career. However, I was dying of thirst and would pretty much do anything to get out of the heat, so I didn't complain too much and Dean didn't seem to notice. As soon as we walked in we made a B-line for the water

I grabbed a bottle and chugged it. I had to slow down because it started to make my stomach hurt. Dean sighed in relief. "So what's your name?" I looked at him for a moment. "Uh Danny; Danny Ellis." He nodded in thought, then walked over to a stack of news papers. My gaze followed him as I took another sip of water. Reading it over his shoulder I almost choked. Pontiac Illinois!? How the hell am I in Illinois? I heard him whisper something to himself. But I was to busy choking on my water to know what he said. "You okay?" He said putting the paper back and walking over to a sink on the back wall. "Yeah, wrong pipe." I choked giving a thumbs up. While Dean was washing off some of the dirt, I contemplated grabbing a snack. I was pretty hungry but I didn't really like stealing. I tossed a granola bar in my hand then looked up at Dean who was lifting his sleeve up. Revealing a hand print singed into his skin. "Jesus." I gasped. Walking up to him I checked my own arms to see if I had the same marks. But if I did I think I would have known. "What do you think did that?" I asked not sure if I wanted an answer. "That's what I'm going to figure out." He snapped out of his mini trance and grabbed his jacket. "Okay let's get going I don't want to be here longer than we have to be." Agreed. Dean grabbed a bag and filled it up with snacks and water. I grabbed a couple things and put it in my purse. I looked up and saw Dean pick up a magazine. He glanced up at me and what I can assume was an Are you kidding me look. It didn't phase him and with a shrug he put it in the bag.

As Dean walked behind the register I grabbed my phone and tried to dial anyone with no luck. It just came out with weird static. "Is it working?"

I turned to him and sighed "No, just weird static."The ding from the register caught me off guard. "What are you doing?"

"Well if that's not working than we are going to have to go old fashion." He spoke as he took money out. Out of nowhere the tv behind him flipped on causing me to jump. We looked at each other for a moment, then he turned it off. That was weird and I suddenly had a bad feeling something bad was coming. Not a second later the radio sitting next to the register turned on, then it was the tv. I was pretty familiar with this show and new the electronics turning on by themselves was never a good sign. "Salt." Dean shouted and with out hesitation I grabbed some and we started salting. I could feel Deans eyes glance over at me as we started to salt opposite windows. I couldn't tell if it was coming from the tv or something else but a high pitched ring grew louder sending sharp pain through out my pain. The headache that was pretty much gone was coming back ten fold. I couldn't stand it any longer. I dropped the salt and covered my ears as the sound grew stronger and more painful. Squinting my eyes I could see Dean to my right doing the same thing. I screamed as the Windows burst and stumbled back towards the counter. It happened so fast that I hadn't realized I was on the ground and Dean was covering me. Glass was everywhere and I could feel a small drop of blood come out of my ear.

"Are you okay?" I could barely hear him over the ringing in my ears. "What the hell was that?" He helped me up and we shook off as much glass as possible. All of the windows were blown out like a bomb had gone off. I followed Dean outside and stood near the pay phone that was just outside. Probably trying to call Sam or something. Like that was going to work , I mean he is supposed to be dead. I sighed and walked over to an old car parked next door. It must have been here for a while because it was caked with dust. I turned to look at Dean who was walking over to me. "So what's the plan?" I pulled open the door and threw his stuff in. "We're going to see my friend Bobby who can help figure this out."

"Bobby Singer?" I yelled a little to quickly. Dean starred at me for a moment before jump starting the car. We drove on in an awkward silence for a while.

"So you know Bobby?" Dean finally spoke. I could tell Dean was suspicious of me. "Not really." Was the only thing I could think of to say.

"Are you a hunter?" I giggled at the thought. I wasn't even a regular hunter, I had never even fired a gun before.

"No." I looked out the window avoiding Deans frustration. We had been driving a ways in silence for a while, when Dean suddenly stopped. "What aren't you telling me?" I looked at dean his face strong a serious. "I don't know..."

"Don't lie to me. For all I know you are the one that caused all of this. Now tell me who you are!" He wasn't going to believe me, but I need him to trust me if I'm going to figure out why I was here. I mean it wasn't a coincidence that he found me. "I'm not from here." I paused trying to figure out the best way to say it. "Where I'm from Dean Winchester is a character in a show called Supernatural."

"What?" He was no longer confused but now looking at me if I was crazy. "You have a brother named Sam Winchester." Still not convinced. "The first episode is you taking your brother out of college to find your dad who was hunting a woman in white." I kind of cringed as I spoke it made me feel like a stalker now that I said it out loud. Dean on the other hand stopped breathing for a moment.

"A tv show?" He finally said.

"Yes, for me this was just a show I watched. But now it's real and.."

"Okay, why are you here?" I think he actually believes me.

"I don't know. I was literally walking to my car when I got jumped by some guy in a trench coat and woke up here." Dean looked away from me then started driving again. I just hope he believes me.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I hadn't had time to let it fully sink in that I was sitting in a car with Dean Winchester going to Bobby's house. "So what have you seen?" I looked at Dean surprised that he was talking to me. "Um well it started with Stanford and the last thing I saw was you... well dying." Dean glanced over to me at my last comment.

I moved up in my seat to see the house and junkyard we were driving too. We pulled up into the driveway of the familiar house. It was a bit run down but I couldn't help but love it. Before Dean could jump out I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Wait, what are you going to say? Last time he saw you he was burying you. He smirked. "It's Bobby. He'll believe me." He jumped out and I followed close behind rolling my eyes. "But what about me?" I whispered behind Dean as he approached the door. "It'll be fine." He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I stayed back knowing that seeing both of us would be too much for Bobby. The door swung open and a sigh of relief escaped Dean.

"Surprise." I heard Bobby mumble something but I couldn't make out what he said. "Yeah me neither, but here I am." Dean slowly walked in only to be met with Bobby's knife aiming for his throat. I leaned against the wall until it settled down. "Can I come in now?" I said peeking my head in.

"Who the heck is this?"

"This is Danny I found her when I got back." I gave a slight wave as I hesitantly walked inside. It was my turn, so I drank some salt water which was disgusting and I cut my arm a little bit with a silver knife. "There are you happy now." I said putting a towel over the wound. "Now can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Bobby said as Dean looked between both of us. "I was walking to my car after work when I was jumped by a guy and ended up near Deans grave site."

"And you don't remember anything?" I shook my head. "Well, how did you bust out?" Bobby said turning to Dean "I don't know; I just woke up in a pine bo..." before Dean could finish his sentence Bobby splashed holy water in Dean's face. "I'm not a demon either you know." Dean said spitting some of it out and looking at me. "Hey, I drank the salt water." I said raising my hands in defense.

"Sorry, can't be too careful. Look, none of this makes a lick of sense." Bobby said as he walked and sat behind his desk. "Yeah you're preaching to the choir." Dean said looking at me then at Bobby. "Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you've been buried for four months. "What do you remember?" Bobby said turning back to Dean. "I don't know... I remember I was a hellhounds chew toy and then lights out. Then I come to six feet under and that was it." He was lying, that much I knew but I wasn't going to be the one to push the issue. I can still remember watching him cry for help while hanging on some meat hooks. I so desperately wanted to reach through the TV screen and pull him out. I guess that's actually possible now. "I'm guessing the thing that pulled me out brought her here, we just need to find out why. Sammy's number isn't working. He's not...?"

"No, he's alive as far as I know." A sigh of relief fell on Dean's face then it went to confusion."Good, wait what do you mean as far as you know?" Dean snapped.

"I haven't talked to him in months."

"You're kidding me. You let him go off by himself." Deans voice sounded angrier now. "He was dead set on it." Bobby said getting up. I knew where this conversation was heading so I left the room and walked around looking at all of Bobby's stuff. Even though I was extremely freaked out I was always interested in the supernatural and this was my chance to explore it. "... then there was this force, this presence, I don't know. It blew past us in a fill up joint."

" Yeah, it blew out all the windows." I said walking back into the conversation. Dean looked at me and then started to lift up his sleeve. "And then this." Revealing the handprint Bobby jumped up to get a better look. "What in the hell? Do you have that on you?" Bobby asked turning and pointing to my arms. "No, I'm fine." I said lifting up my sleeves. "Well, it looks like a demon yanked me out or rod me out." "But why? And what about her?" Bobby asked. "Well, I don't know how she plays into this, but to keep up their end of the bargain I guess."

"You think Sam made a deal."

"Well there is one way to find out." Dean said grabbing a cell phone and dialing a number."Yeah hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys. And uh lost my phone wondering if you can turn the GPS on for me. Yeah, the names Wedge Antilles... Social is 2174. Thank you." Dean hung up the phone and walked to the computer to find Sam's location.

"How did you know he would use that name?" I said will peeking into one of Bobby's books. "What don't I know about that kid." While Dean was looking up Sam's location Bobby gave me a new set of clothes and I washed my face in the upstairs bathroom. I looked in the mirror and then it hit me like a train hitting a wall. I was no longer in a world where the only people I had to worry about was crazies, but monsters. Real monsters. I let the thought sink in before walking back downstairs and found Dean and Bobby talking. Dean turned "Sam is in Pontiac, Illinois."

"Okay, let's go then." I think Dean was a little surprised b my response but he didn't protest. We packed up some stuff for the trip than made our way to Sam. I sat in the backseat thinking about how the people back home would kill to be where I was sitting. I giggled at the thought, if they only knew. "What?" Dean said looking back at me in the rearview mirror. "Nothing."

When we finally got to where the GPS said his phone was we were at a hotel. We jumped out of the car and Dean made his way over to the clerk, then proceeded to bribe him for info on a Sam's whereabouts. We went to the room number the clerk gave us and Dean knocked without hesitation. A woman answered in just a tank top and underwear. When I first saw her I felt like I knew who she was but I couldn't put my finger on it.

She stared at us for a moment before speaking "Well, where is it?"The three of us looked at each other before Dean responded "What?"

"You know the pizza that takes three people to deliver." the women had an attitude when she spoke which made me irritated because I can assure you she wasn't having the day I was having. "Sorry, I think we have the wrong room." We started to leave when a man walk into view. It was Sam, he looked a lot bigger in person and his hair was longer too. Dean slowly walked in as the women who looked confused pushed the door open. I stood next to her not wanting to get involved with the reunion. "Hey Sammy." Dean said just in time to block the knife Sam pulled on him. I pulled the women against the door so that she wasn't in the line of fire as Bobby helped Dean with Sam who was now yelling. "Sam, it's really him. We went through this already. It's really him." Bobby said pulling him off of Dean "Does this happen often?" the women asked me. "More than you think." I said watching the events unfold. "Dean?" Sam said as they both hugged. "So are you to together or something?" the women said really confused. I snorted knowing that they were brothers and the thought was ridiculous. "What? No, this is my brother." Sam said still in shock. The women knew it was her cue to leave so she started getting dressed. "Well, call me sometime?" she said on her way out the door. "Oh, yeah of course Kathy"

"Christy" the women said as she rolled her eyes. Sam apologized and she left without another word leaving us to deal with our situation. "So tell me what it cost." Dean said wasting no time. "The girl. I don't pay Dean."

"Not funny Sam. To bring me back. What it cost? Was it just your soul or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?" Sam said as he was getting his shoe's on. "That's exactly what we think." Bobby chimed in. "Well, I didn't." I sat down on a chair and watched. I'm pretty sure Sam didn't do this otherwise what was the point of me being here. "Don't lie to me." Dean said getting angrier. "So what now I'm off the hook and you're on is that it? You're some demons bitch boy. I didn't want to be saved like this." Sam shot up. "Look Dean I wish I had done it, alright." Dean lunged at Sam and gripped his shirt. "Dean!" I said. "He's not lying. I don't think he did this." Dean lets go and Sam turns to me. "And who are you?" Sam said. I turned, rolled my eyes and sighed. "Somehow involved. I'm Danny." I held out my hand for Sam to shake. He hesitated at first then shook it. "When I got out she was there. Im thinking it's the same guy that got me out." Dean said as Sam looked at him. "And you believe this. No offense." Sam said to Dean. "None, taken I barely believe this." I said going back to the window again. "Look we tested her and she passed. If you didn't do this Sam, then who did?" Dean said.

"I think I can help find out. I have a friend named Pamela who is the best psychic I know." Bobby said handing a beer to Dean and Sam. Bobby hesitated on giving one to me. "I am 23 dude, I just wish it was something stronger" I said yanking a beer out of his hands, I was getting a headache again. "So what are you doing around here if you weren't trying to dig me up?" Dean asked turning to Sam "Well, after I couldn't get you out I started to track down Lilith for revenge. I followed some demons here who are followers of her."

"Well, let's go find this Pamela person and figure out what the hell is going on." We let Sam pack up and headed back for the parking lot. My headache was getting better and I could feel my eye's getting heavier. Running on adrenaline is pretty draining however after seeing the Impala was pretty exciting. I was just as excited as Dean was. It looked so much better in person and I was even afraid to touch it. Just the look of her made me feel safe. "Oh, I almost forgot. Hello sweetie did you miss me." Dean smiled as he jumped into the driver's seat. I jumped into the back and Sam climbed into the passenger seat. I kind of felt bad leaving Bobby in the other car but I wasn't going to pass up the chance to sit in the famous Impala. "Dude seriously." Dean said staring at the I-pod jack. " I thought it was my car." Dean rolled his eyes and threw it in the back almost hitting me. "Sorry." he said putting the car in gear. Driving down a long stretch of highway I heard Dean ask Sam what happened after he died. I knew what happened, I even cried a little when Dean died and seeing Dean on those meat hooks killed me. But seeing Sam cry over Dean was the worst of all. I leaned my head on the window and stared outside thinking about my life back home. I didn't really have much of a family except for a sister who was probably worried sick. But I'm going making a promise to myself to make it back alive in one piece. I had to for her. I was the big sister which was probably why I liked Dean so much. I understood that it was my responsibility to take care of her. We are so similar when it comes to family. I drifted off to sleep only to be met with a nightmare. When I woke up my headache was back. We were almost to Pamela's house. The closer we got the worse I felt, like something terrible was going to happen. "Are you okay back there?" Dean said looking at me in the rearview mirror. "Yeah, it's just a feeling." It could be just stress but it felt like it was more than that. As we pulled in we met Bobby on the porch. Before he could knock a women came bursting out. "Bobby!" she said hugging him tightly. She was a petite woman who oozed rock and roll. "Well, are you a sight for sore eyes." The saying made me shiver for some reason. "Oh, are these the boys. Dean Winchester out of the fire and back in the frying pan. And you must be her, you have a big destiny my friend. " She said grabbing my arms and shaking me a little. "Wait, what." she winked and invited us in, but it took me a moment to understand that she knows something. "I just want to get a peek..." is all I heard from inside. As I walked in I saw crystals, rock bands, and Ouija boards. She got things ready and joked with the boys who were acting like little kids, it kind of made me happy for once.

"So what did you mean I have a destiny?" I finally asked as she got the table ready. "Sorry kid, I can just see that there is something special about you, It's in your Aura. Hopefully we'll get some answers from the séance." I sighed and let her get on with preparations. When she finally finished, we sat in a circle around a pentagram. As a child I was always taught never to mess with this kind of stuff, so doing this just felt wrong. I sat between Bobby and Sam, we held hands around the table and the lite candles that were in the middle. "Now I need to touch something our little monster touched." Suddenly Dean jumped "He didn't touch me there." he looked like he was about to blush "My bad" she said winking. Dean pulled up one of his sleeves and revealed the hand print again. Sam looked surprised and concerned, he turned to me for answers but I could only shrug. "I invoke, conjure, and command you come on to thee before this circle." She repeated it and we all closed our eyes to concentrate. Nothing happened at first until the TV turned on by itself causing me to open my eyes and look at Dean. Pamela stopped mid-sentence. "Castiel, no sorry Castiel I don't scare easy."

"Wait, Castiel?" Dean said looking at Pamela then to me. "It's his name, he's whispering to me warning me to turn back." At this point the sharp ring was getting louder and louder and I could feel something coming. The table began to shake and I could feel the worry in the entire room. Pamela kept reciting the same thing until Bobby spoke "Maybe we should stop."

"I almost got it." Pamela said determined to see the creature that pulled dean out and pulled me in. "Show me your face, show me your face now!" The candles in the center of the table grew and Pamela screamed. But the scream wasn't the thing that scared me, it was seeing her eye's burning away. She collapsed to the floor and Bobby caught her just in time. "Call 911." Bobby yelled and Sam ran to a phone and started dialing. I shot up and couldn't stop starring at her as she began to cry out. "Oh my god, I can't see." She opened them up and the only thing you could see were black holes. I felt sick and afraid at what I had just witnessed and at what was going to happen next.

A couple hours later...

I laid my head on the table of a local diner we stopped at, unable to get the picture of her missing eye's out of my head. Seeing this on TV is one thing you know it's not real, but seeing it in real life was just terrible.

"Anything for you?" I hadn't even noticed the waitress taking Deans order. "Oh, just water thanks." I said putting my face back on the table when she left. "Are you okay?" Dean said. "No Dean I'm not okay. Seeing a women get her eyes burned out is not a normal thing for me." I glared at him then sighed as Sam came to the table with news of Pamela's condition. "Well, what Bobby say?" I sat up wanting to hear if she was okay or not. "Pam's stable, she is out of ICU."

"And she is blind because of us." Dean said stating the obvious. "And we still have no clue to what we are dealing with." Sam said I could feel that he was frustrated. "Well, that's not entirely true, we have a name. Castiel." I said not bothering to look up at both of them. "And because of that with the right mumbo jumbo we can summon the thing right to us." Dean said talking to Sam "You're crazy absolutely not."

"Well, after what he did we can work him over." Dean said sure of his plan. "Dean, Pam took a peek at him and her eye's burned out of her skull and you want to have a face to face with it." Dean rolled his eyes "Well, do you have a better idea."

"Actually I do, the demons I followed here should know something about this thing. I think we should track them down and find out what they know." The waitress came back and placed Dean and Sam's food down and gave me a water. "Oh, goodie." I wasn't exactly thrilled to fight demons at the moment. The waitress moved a chair at our table and sat down. I looked between Sam and Dean who were just as confused as I was. "Are you angling for a tip?" Dean asked and the women just smiled. "I'm sorry I thought you were looking for us." She said still smirking and flicking her eye's to jet black. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I said placing my hand on my forehead. Then the two men who were in the diner got up and one walked to the door and locked it, both had black eye's. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with and I was already freaked out enough as it is. "Dean to hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." She said changing her eye's back. "That's me." Dean said, he always has to be sarcastic. "So you just get to roll out of the pit huh. Tell me what makes you so special."

"I like to think it is because of my perky nipples. I don't know. I don't know who pulled me out" Dean said smirking and then going serious again. She was not amused "Oh, you don't. Then where did she come from"

"No, and I don't know that either." Her face grew serious. "Lying Is a sin you know." I looked between her and the other guys, none seemed to move. "I'm not lying. But I'd like to know so enlighten me flow." She became angry with his comment. "Mind your tone with me boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." Sam jumped ready to attack but Dean called him off. I grew nervous with each second that ticked by. "See I don't think you will." Dean said testing her. "No?" She was getting irritated again. "No, cause if you were you would have done it already. Fact is you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbocharged spirit, or Godzilla, or some big bad boss demon. But I'm guessing they don't tell you whoever it was they want me out. And they're a lot stronger then you. So go ahead and send me back but don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front door with Vaseline and a fire hose." The demons face answered yes to everything Dean had just said. "I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." She said glaring at him. That's when Dean surprised me by smacking her in the face twice. "Let's go Sam." Dean said getting up. I was still a little shocked when Sam grabbed my arm and began leading me out. I sighed happy that we were still alive. "Holy crap that was close." Dean said outside of the place. I slapped him in the arm. "Are you stupid? I would like to live to be at least thirty thank you." he rubbed his arm and shook me off. "We aren't just going to leave them in there are we Dean?" Sam asked as we made our way across the street. "Well, yeah there are at least three demons out there, maybe more." As Sam and Dean argued I rubbed my head feeling my headache coming back. Right at this moment I wanted to go to sleep and wake up safe in my bed. Now I was finally realizing how crazy their lives are and how they have just grown to accept it. When we got back to the hotel I fell on to the bed and kicked my shoes off. Within minutes I drifted back to sleep not caring that Dean laid down next to me with a pile of books and a beer.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh." I jolted awake by the sound of the T.V and radio turning on. I looked around to find Sam gone and the soft buzzing of the ring getting louder. Not again. "Dean...Dean." I said hitting Dean in the arm to wake him up. He slowly got up and looked around to see what was going on. "That's not good right?" I said as Dean noticed the T.V and reached over me for the gun. He got up and the sound was getting worse so I got up behind him. He had his gun pointing to the door when the ring became unbearable. I crouched down and smashed my hands into my ears searching for relief. The windows from the room shattered and a mirror on the ceiling started cracking. It was my turn to help Dean, so I reached over and yanked Dean out of the way just in time for it to crash to the floor. I screamed at the pain that was causing my ears to bleed again. "Dean!" The sound of Bobby's voice was faint until the ringing suddenly stopped and Bobby helped us up. "Are you guys okay?" he said helping us. "Let's go."

Dean grabbed me and a towel as we headed to the car. I put my boots on in Bobby's car and tried to get my hearing back. "Are you guys alright?" Bobby said again. "Well, besides the church bells ringing in my head peachy. What about you?" Dean turned to me in the back seat. "What?! No just kidding I'm fine." If this keeps happening I was going to go deaf. Dean didn't laugh at my snippy comment. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. "What are you doing?... In my car? Well, Bobby's back we're going to grab a beer. Done, ya catch you later." Dean said then hung up the phone. "Uh, why didn't you tell him?" I said leaning forward to hear. "He'd try and stop us." Bobby was as confused as I was. "From what?" "Summoning this thing. It's time we face this head on." Bobby and I both looked at each other. "You can't be serious." I said still trying to recover what had happened at the hotel. "As a heart attack. It's high noon baby." Dean said smiling. "We don't know what it is? It could be anything." Bobby was trying to talk some sense into Dean. "Well, that is why we have to be ready for anything." Dean said pulling out the Demon knife. "We have the magic knife and you have an arsenal in the trunk."

"This is a bad idea." I said falling back into the chair and sighing in relief that my hearing was coming back to normal. "That maybe, but I don't know what choice we have."

"Well, we could choose life." Bobby said nervously. After some more debating Bobby reluctantly agreed and they picked our grave at an abandoned barn just a few miles away. I looked at the window for what could be one last time determined to keep my promise as we made our way to the truth.