"You sure this is going to work?" Dean watched as Sam lit the candles next to the tombstone.

"No, but if the spirit's around, this should smoke him out."

Dean grimaced and closed the book.

"What?"

"This job is jacked, that's what. I mean, you want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hell, let's light it up. But this? We fix this, and people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people."

"I don't want them to die either Dean but, there's a natural order."

"I know you didn't just say that." Kayla threw in, she couldn't stop herself.

"What?"

"You guys have died…more than once."

Dean nodded. "We are kind of the walking posterboards for the unnatural order."

"But the rules don't really apply to us, do they?"

"So you guys are the only ones special enough to be death proof?"

Sam looked at her. "Don't say it like that, you got jerked out of your end game too you know."

"We're no different from everyone else." Dean stated.

"I'm infected with demon blood. Kayla got healed by an angel. You went to hell! I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber but you're not. None of us are and the sooner you accept that, the better off you're going to be."

Kayla sighed. "It doesn't make us better than them."

"Joe the Plumber was a douche."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Help me finish this."

"Hey!" A man's voice yelled from behind them. They turned. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, um, just take it easy." Sam told him.

"What the hell is this?" He looked at the candles.

"Oh this…" Dean motioned to the ground and stuttered. "This is not what it looks like." He chuckled nervously.

"Really. Because it looks like devil worship."

"What?" Kayla laughed. "No."

"Definitely not." Dean added. "This, this is…I don't have a good answer."

Sam swallowed. "We're leaving."

"Oh you're not going anywhere." They all looked at him. "Ever, again, Sam."

Kayla watched his eyes change white and inadvertently stepped back. She tried not to but she couldn't stop the reaction.

"Alastair." Dean tightened his fists.

He smiled slightly. "Hey guys, it's been too long. Kayla, how are you sweetheart?"

"Don't even look at her." Dean snapped.

"That's okay, no time to chat. Got a hot date with death." He raised his hand and sent Dean flying, he hit his head on a gravestone and was knocked out. He knew by the look on Kayla's face she wasn't trying anything. He turned to Sam and waved his hand once, twice, nothing. "You're stronger Sam, you been soul flexing with your little slut?"

"You have no idea."

Kayla was kneeled next to Dean but she saw it, it was kind of shocking. Sam waved his hand and sent Alastair off the ground and against a tree. He raised his hand to exorcise him, but Alastair ditched the body and fast.

"Sam how'd you do that?"

He paused. "Is he okay?"

"He's breathing. Sam."

"I don't know Kayla, maybe an adrenaline thing."

She knew he was lying and was starting not to give a damn. "We need to get him back to the room."

Sam helped get him back to the motel and dropped them off, Dean was still out so he suggested Kayla stay to keep an eye on him while he tried to finish the spirit conjuring. When Dean did come to, he wasn't feeling so hot. He groaned loudly as he opened his eyes.

Kayla looked over and sat up, immediately handing him the glass of water that was on the table. "Hey."

"Augh." He groaned and drank some of the water.

"How's your head?" She went to the fridge and pulled a small bag of ice out.

"It hurts…a lot…" He took the bag and pressed it to his head before laying back down. "Thank you. How long have I been out?"

"A couple hours, Sam went to try to find that ghost kid again."

"Yeah? Well what…"

Sam walked in, he laughed a little when he saw Dean still laid out on the bed. "How you doing?"

"I'm in pain, I think I have a concussion."

"You want some aspirin?"

"No thanks House." Dean sat up and took the ice from his head. "I can't believe we're dealing with demons."

"Yeah, so much for miracles."

"So what did happen with Alastair?"

Sam glanced to Kayla. "Well he tried to fling me and he couldn't so he bailed."

"Yeah? How come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time."

"I got no idea."

Kayla threw her hands up. "Are you seriously going to just leave out the part where you flung Alastair across that cemetery like a damn rag doll?"

"Do you have to tell him everything?!"

"When did you become such a dick?"

"Wait," Dean cut them off. "You flung him? How'd you do that?"

"Like I told Kayla. I don't know. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush."

Dean paused. "Whatever."

Now that everyone was in a piss poor mood again, Sam told them about his conversation with Bobby. They were in agreement that the local reaper was gone, kidnapped in fact. Bobby found an obscure version of Revelations that held a passage suggesting that if a reaper is killed under the solstice moon, it breaks one of the seals. The solstice moon is tomorrow night.

"What I want to know," Sam set the book aside. "Is where the angels are, we could use their help for once."

"I bet if you called him he'd come." Dean nudged Kayla with a smirk.

"Don't be jealous your angel likes me more than you."

He chuckled. "We'll just have to take care of this one ourselves."