"Wait. Kevin?" I hear the unmistakable voice of Sam Winchester say. I immediately take the gun out of my hip holster, holding it in front of me. "Where's the tablet now?"

"Safe." I hear Kevin Tran say. The boy was supposed to be in my care…I had only left for a few minutes on a supply run. What was going on?

"Safe where?" Sam asks.

"I don't believe that's any of your business," I say, stepping around the corner. I train the gun on Sam, right between his eyeballs. I had a little grudge against him.

"Hey, hey, hey" a voice says. My blood runs cold at the sound of the voice. I had watched the owner of the voice disappear over a year ago, no trace of him to be found on this Earth. The gun falters a little as I turn my head to see Dean standing there, a hesitant look on his face as his eyes danced from me to the gun in my hand. "As long as it's safe, okay? Why don't you put the gun down, huh Lorelei?"

"Why should I?" I say, regaining my composure. All I wanted to do though was run over to Dean and bury my face in his neck and never let him go. But that grudge I mentioned against Sam was winning out.

"Lor, it's me," Sam says, holding his hands up and staring at the gun. "It's Sa-"

"Oh, I know it's you," I cut him off. "I'm not dumb enough to leave Kevin alone without proper demon spotting training. But, like I said…I didn't leave Kevin. YOU did!" A guilty look crosses Sam's face. Along with his brother, Sam had been MIA for the past year. Only, Sam was living a happy little life. "You shut the door in my face Sam!" I shout at him. "I went to ask you for your help and you shut the door in my face! Do you have any idea what me and Kevin have gone through this past year? Huh? No! You don't because you-"

"Hey," a voice says. I feel a hand on my arm and look to see Kevin looking me in the eye. "Stop, okay. The past is the past. Okay?"

I stare at him for a moment longer. Dropping my gun down to my side, I purse my lips at him. "Fine, whatever." Kevin had been my companion for the past year. He was probably the only thing keeping me from putting a bullet in Sam's brain right now. I put the gun back in its holster as I turn to look at Dean. "So," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Where've you been?"

"Purgatory," he says. "Long story."

The look in Dean's eyes told me he wanted nothing more than to grab me up as well and never let me go. "Tell me later?"

"You bet," he says, giving me a smirk. I return the smirk as he turns towards Kevin. "Were you able to read anything else off the tablet before you stashed it?"

"Only the stuff about closing the gates of Hell." Kevin tells him. He had told me about that line in the tablet a few days ago. "Forever."

"Come again?" Dean says, taking a few steps towards Kevin.

"Banish all demons off the face of the Earth, lock them away forever." Kevin says. "That could be important, right?"

Me and Kevin watch the two brothers exchange a look. As soon as Kevin had told me about the spell, I immediately thought about Sam and Dean. But, they were both gone so the possibility seemed like a long shot.

"Closing the gates of Hell forever?" Dean says, looking back at Kevin. The elder Winchester held an incredulous look on his face that matched his brothers. "Yeah. Yeah, that could be important."

~xxxxx~

"You know you wouldn't really shoot Sam," Kevin says.

I turn my head to raise an eyebrow at him. "After everything we had to deal with this past year without him…yeah," I say, turning to stare at the front of the church again. "I was tempted."

"You know you wouldn't have," he says again. I just shake my head at him. Sam and Dean were outside…doing who knows what. I think they said they were getting more weapons. Me and Kevin sit in the pews in silence for a while until the prophet speaks up. "I think we should tell them."

"Tell them what?" I say, having gotten lost in my own thoughts.

"You know-"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "We're not telling them-"

"But they said-"

"We're not telling them Kevin," I say through my teeth. I turn to look at him, locking eyes with him. "Don't you dare go behind my back to tell them either. You got me?"

Kevin reluctantly nods his head. Neither of us says anything on the matter anymore as Sam walks back in. "Hey, Lorelei," Sam says, some reservation in his voice. I look up at him with a cold stare. "Dean wants to talk to you out by the car."

I stand up slowly, holding my stare on Sam. "Thanks," I say in a flat voice. I step past Kevin and walk my way down the pew and out the back of the church. Outside, I spot Dean bent over, digging around in the back of the Impala. "So," I say, leaning against the side of the car. Dean looks up from the guns he was unnecessarily organizing. "Purgatory, huh?"

"Yeah," he says, nodding his head and standing up straight. "Purgatory." I nod my head also, moving so he can shut the trunk. "You stuck with Kevin this past year?"

"Yeah," I also say. "You know, after he escaped Crowley. We've been on the run together."

"Hmm," he says, slowly taking steps towards me. "I'm, um, I'm liking the new look. You know…whole bad-ass leather thing."

"I thought you would," I say as he finally stops an inch away from me. "You're not looking too bad yourself, you know…"

"Oh really," he says, his face slowly getting closer to mine.

"Really," I whisper against his lips. He pauses for just a second before his lips finally reconnect with mine. My body moves of its own accord, arms winding around his neck, pulling the rest of him flush against me. He responds by wrapping his arms tightly around me, fisting a hand in my hair. We move so that I'm leaning against the car, lips moving like a dance. This was really the main component of me and Dean's "relationship". We knew the quirks about each other that others didn't. Could calm each other with just a touch, or set each other's veins on fire with another touch. It eventually festered into something deeper. Something neither one of us questioned, or really ever talked about. We just let it be. "I've missed you," I say as his lips make their way down to my throat.

"I was worried about you," he murmurs against the soft spot below my ear. He pulls back enough to look me in the eye. "You weren't really going to shoot Sam…were you?"

I roll my eyes as I push him away. "No," I say. I run a hand through my cherry-coke colored hair, banishing the just-made-out look I was sure it had taken on. "As much as he deserved it…I wouldn't have. Only for your sake, of course."

"I don't blame you," he says, leaning back against the car next to me. "Definitely deserves some sort of ass-kicking."

"Amen to that," I say. "Speaking of which…where's Cas?"

I look up at Dean when he doesn't answer me. His jaw clenches and then unclenches before he speaks. "He didn't make it out." I knew by his tone not to ask any further questions. That was one thing after meeting the Winchester three years ago I picked up quickly. When they didn't want to talk about something…it was never heard of.

"Okay," I say, nodding my head.

"You know he's going to try to apologize," Dean says.

I let out a groan. "Yeah…unfortunately."

"I think he does feel bad about it," he says.

"He should…the asshole."

~xxxxx~

"Where's Kevin?" I ask as me and Dean walk back into the church. When we enter, Kevin is nowhere to be seen and Sam is bent over in front of a pew, digging around in a duffel bag.

"Um, getting his stuff together, I think," Sam says. He looks at me, giving me a blank stare.

I could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn't quite sure. "Alright Sam," I say, throwing a hand into the air, letting it land on my thigh with a smack. "If you got something to say, say it now or quit looking at me like I'm about to put a bullet in your head."

"Well, you almost did," he says, standing up straight.

"And you know that you deserve it," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I know, and I'm sorry Lorelei," he says. "But I got out, I had a life…a dog even."

"Aww," I say, placing a hand on my chest. "You've just made my heart grow three sizes there Sam."

"Lorelei, don't-"

"Don't what, Sam?" I say, taking a step towards him. "Don't be totally pissed at you? I know about your happy little life Sam, and the dog too. I know about all of it. Cause remember, I went to see you." Sam's face goes blank, memories surely resurfacing. "You opened the door, looked right at me, and when whoever the girl you were shacking up with asked who was at the door you looked right at me and said, 'Nobody, just some kid's playing a prank probably.' And then you shut the door in my face Sam." My chest was heaving by this point. Anger was surging through me, trying to keep the tears that desperately wanted to fall at bay. "You didn't even give me a chance to talk! You just called me 'nobody' and shut the door in my face!"

"Lor-"

"Screw you Sam," I yell at him. "I went to you for help and you shut the door in my face! You were supposed to be my friend…and help me! Instead, you shack up with some-"

"Hey, that's enough," Dean's gruff voice cuts me off as I feel a hand wrap around my arm and his arm wrap around my waist. I look down and see that my hand had moved towards my gun, ready to unholster it. I hadn't even realized.

"What happened to you this past year?" Sam says, giving me a look of almost pity. "You were so…"

"Sweet? Nice? Caring?" I spit at him. "Yeah, I guess doing this on my own for the past year caught up with me."

"That's not all," another voice says. We all look behind Sam to see Kevin standing there.

"What do you mean?" Dean says. I wriggle my way out of his grasp.

"Nothing," I say, walking over towards Kevin. "Nothing else happened," I say between my teeth.

"You need to tell them," Kevin whispers to me.

"Shut your mouth," I spit back at him.

"Somebody want to tell us-" Sam's question is cut off. Suddenly, the whole church starts shaking. Demons were coming.

"We got company." Dean says. He moves over to the duffel bag, handing Sam the demon killing knife. "Sam."

Sam takes the knife from Dean, looking at the weapon his older brother had picked up. It was a crude looking club/knife of some sort. "What the hell is that?"

"It's Purgatory." Dean says, looking at the weapon appreciatively.

The doors to the church fly open and two demons walk in. I move to stand in front of Kevin, brandishing my gun from my other hip. The one with holy water soaked bullets. They wouldn't kill a demon…but they slowed them down pretty good.

"Dean Winchester." One of the demons say. They both start to walk towards our group. "Back from Purgatory."

"Spanky the demon." Dean says. "Yeah, I heard about you. You're the one who uses too much teeth, right?"

The demons rush for Dean and Sam, causing a fight to break out. I plant a couple bullets in one of the demons as it comes for me. It pauses for a moment, smirks at me, thinking the bullets were useless. I return the smirk as it comes towards me and then stops, screams erupting from it. Sam stands up behind it, planting the knife deep into its back.

We both look to see Dean struggling with a demon, who had him in a choke hold of some sort. "Dean!" Sam shouts. He hands his brother the knife, who also plunges the knife deep into the other demons chest.

"Hello, boys." The gravely British accent greets our ears before we see the owner. All four of us look to the doorway to see Crowley and Kevin's girlfriend, Channing, standing there. Channing's eyes flash black briefly. "Dean. You're looking... well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you any favors. Where's your angel?"

"Ask your mother." Dean says as the King of Hell starts sauntering towards us.

"There's that grade-school zip. Missed it. I really did." Crowley says to Dean before turning to Sam. "Moose. Still with the pork chops. I admire that." Sam just stares at him as Crowley turns towards me. "Aw, Miss Lorelei, you are looking ravishing as ever. Giving me dirty thoughts though with that-"

"Let Channing go." Kevin thankfully says, cutting off Crowley.

"That's not Channing, Kevin." Dean says. "Not anymore."

"What an awful thing to say to the boy. Of course it's Channing. Kev." Crowley says, focusing on Kevin. "Last time we danced, you stole my tablet and killed my men. Tell you what. Come with me now, bygones. And I'll let the girl go back to... What's-the-Point U."

"He's lying. You won't get Channing back." Dean says. "She's probably dead already."

Crowley shakes his head as he lets out a sigh. "Will you please stop saying that?" He turns to face the demon next to him. "Let the girl speak."

He snaps his fingers, causing Channing's eyes to flash black and then shut. She sways a little before open her eyes and looking around the room, finally settling on Kevin. "Kevin?"

"Channing?" Kevin says. He starts to take a step towards her, but I grab his arm, stopping him from getting any closer.

"What's going on?" Channing asks, panic in her voice.

"There's a demon in you, and you're going to your safety school." Kevin says quickly.

"What?!" Channing says. I was sincerely hoping she was upset about the demon being in her.

"But it's gonna be okay." Kevin tells her.

"I-I-I-I just – I can't." Crowley says, shaking his head.

"No, no, wait-" Kevin shouts as Crowley snaps his fingers, causing Channing's eyes to go black again. "Okay. I'll do it."

"Kevin-" Sam starts to protest, but Kevin cuts him off.

"Myself for the girl. But this ends. All right?" Kevin says to Crowley. "No fighting, no nothing. It ends."

"Can't let you do that, buddy." Dean says.

"Or what? You'll kill me?" Kevin snaps at Dean. I stare at my companion…this wasn't like him. He wouldn't just give into Crowley this easily. He turns to look at the demon. "I'll grab my stuff."

"Chin up, gentlemen." Crowley says as Kevin leaves the room. "I'm a professional."

"This ain't over by a long shot, Crowley." Dean says.

"Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow? Come on, Kevin. Chop, chop." He calls out into the church. We're all met with silence. "Kevin?"

Crowley takes a step forward as Dean raises the knife. Crowley just stares at Deans as he snaps his fingers, causing the knife to glow red. Dean lets out a yell as he drops the knife, shaking his hand like he had been burned. "Really, boys?" Crowley shakes his head as he walks past us and yells out for Kevin again. The sound of Crowley's shoes on the old wood floors stops as I I move over to stand next to Dean, picking up the knife. Suddenly, I hear a rush of water and Crowley and Channing screaming in pain.

"Lorelei, Sam, Dean, run!" Kevin yells as he comes running into the room. The five of us run out of the church, grabbing our stuff and make for the Impala. I slide into the backseat, Kevin following behind me as Dean and Sam slide into the driver's and passenger's seats respectively. The car roars to life, starting to speed away from the church. I look out the window with Kevin, back at the church as we drive past the door.

As we drive by, Crowley and Channing stand on the little porch, watching us. Then, Channing's neck twists in a sickening way. Kevin lets out a yell as I grab him and pull him back away from the door.

~xxxxx~

A few hours later, when the sun was setting high up in the sky, Dean finally pulls over at a convenience store. Nobody moves at first, but Dean's phone rings. "Hello?" He says. He listens for a moment before speaking again. "Wrong number." He hangs up the phone before putting it back in his pocket. "Automated jackass. All right, anybody want anything?"

"I'm good." Sam says.

Dean turns to look back at me. "I'm gonna run in and get a few things," I say. Kevin remains silent, just staring at a spot on the seat in front of him. "Kevin? How you holding up?" I ask him quietly.

"Awesome. The king of Hell just snapped my girlfriend's neck." He says, turning to look at me, giving me an ironic smile. "How about you?"

"All right, listen to me." Dean snaps at Kevin, making the prophet look at him. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend, okay? I am. But the sooner you get this, the better. You're in it now, whether you like it or not. That means you do what you got to do. I'm hitting the head."

I shake my head as Dean gets out of the car. "Hey," I say, hitting Kevin on the side of the leg. He looks at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry about Channing…but don't ever get smart with me like that again. Got it?" Kevin nods his head as he mumbles an apology. I also get out of the car and walk into the store. Grabbing the few things I need, I look for Dean, but never see him come out of the bathroom. I know him well enough though. Walking out of the store, I round the corner towards the back instead of heading for the car.

"Listen, you got an emergency, you call me, you understand?" I hear Dean say. I stop behind the large ice cooler and listen to him talk. "Yeah."

A second later, he lets out a sigh and starts to walk towards me. "Was that your other girlfriend?" I say as he starts to walk past me. He stops and turns around, a startled look on his face. "You know the restrooms are inside…right?"

"Yeah," he says, nodding his head. "You know, I just…"

"You were just talking to…" I goad him. There's no way he could get out of this. "Who were you talking to Dean?"

"What?" he says, holding his arms out to his sides. "Do you not trust me?"

"Oh don't turn this around on me," I say, standing up straight. "You know I do. Do you not trust me?"

"Well it looks like we're both hiding something from each other then," he says, taking a step towards me, trapping me in the corner of the wall and ice machine. "Oh, don't think I've forgotten about what Kevin said right before Crowley showed up."

My face drains of blood, I really, really did not want to tell Dean about this…not now. "I don't," I say, shaking my head and fumbling for words. "Kevin didn't…he didn't know-"

"What aren't you telling me Lor," Dean takes another towards me, fulling pressing me into the corner. His hands come to rest on my hips as his eyes lock with mine. "Just tell me."

Like I said…Dean knew what to do to make me tick. "I- um, I had a health scare…a few months back," he may know how to get me to talk…but not tell him the truth.

"A health scare?" he says, his eyes going wide. "Wha- are you okay?"

"I'm fine now," I say, nodding my head. "My um…I just had to have my gallbladder out."

"Is that it?" he asks. I nod my head as he lets out a sigh. "Okay, but you're good right…like you're okay to be out here with us?"

I nod my head again. "Yeah, I'm good," I say. "So, who were you talking to?"

"A friend," he says. I raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for more info. "Gallbladder my ass, Lorelei." I start to protest, but he cuts me off. "Look, you don't want to tell me, fine. But just know, who I was talking to, he's a good guy. One you don't need to worry about. Okay?"

I lean my head back against the wall, keeping eye contact with him before shutting my eyes for a moment. I open my eyes and pick my head back up. This conversation wasn't over by a long shot. "Okay."