Okay, so here is chapter two. The first chapter did pretty good, but I would really appreciate some reviews. I'm trying to use song titles for each chapter. The title of the story is actually a song from the movie "10 Things I Hate About" by Jessica Riddle. I thought it fit perfectly.

So anyway, here you go. Enjoy!


They four of them all sat in silence for several moments. They were all thinking the same thing.

"Don't get me wrong," Bobby said. "I'm gladdened Sam's soul is intact, but it does raise a sticky question."

"If he didn't pull me out, what did?" Dean continued Bobby's thought.

"Whatever it is, it's damn powerful," Allie stated. "I think we're in over our heads, here."

They all sat in silence for a few minutes. None of them had any idea what could possibly have yanked Dean out of the pit.

"I think I need a beer," Sam said. "Anyone else?" They all said yes and he went to the kitchenette to grab four beers. They all sat down when Sam handed them each a bottle.

"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging up my grave?" Dean asked.

"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith to get some payback."

"All by yourself," Bobby said. "Who do you think you are, your old man?"

Something caught Dean's eye and he got up from his seat on the coffee table to check it out.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up."

"Oh yeah," Dean said sarcastically, holding up a lacy bra. "I really feel your pain."

"Anyways, I was checking these demons out in Tennessee and, outta nowhere, they took a hard left and booked it up here."

"When?" Dean asked.

"Yesterday morning."

"When I busted out."

"You think these demons are here cause of you?" Bobby asked.

"It's definitely a possibility," Allie agreed.

"But why?" Sam asked.

"Well, I don't know," Dean said. "Some badass demon drags me out and now this. It's gotta be connected somehow."

"How you feeling anyway?" Bobby asked.

"I'm a little hungry."

"No, I mean, you feel like yourself? Anything strange or different?"

"Or demonic?" Dean asked scathingly. "Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?"

Sam tried to catch Allie's eye, but she refused to look at him. He had left her alone without so much as a word. He had a lot to make up for.

"Well, listen," said Bobby. "No demon's letting you loose outta the goodness of their heart. They gotta have something nasty planned."

"Well, I feel fine," Dean replied.

"Well, we don't know what they're planning, but we got a pile of questions and no shovel," Sam said. "We need help."

It seemed weird for Allie to hear that phrase come from either of her brothers. It wasn't often that they wanted help from others. This time, however, it didn't seem like they had much of a choice.

"I know a psychic a few hours from here," Bobby said. "Something this big, maybe she heard the other side talking."

"Well, it's worth a shot," Dean replied, perking up.

"I'll be right back." Bobby stepped out into the hallway to call this psychic friend of his.

"Do you think she'll be able to figure this out?" Allie asked hopefully. She couldn't help herself, but all she could picture in her head was a little, old gypsy woman.

"I hope so," Dean replied, getting up.

"Hey, wait," Sam said to his brother. "You probably want this back." He pulled something from around his neck and handed it to Dean. Allie recognized it as the amulet that Sam had given to Dean one year for Christmas when they were kids. He had intended it to be a gift for John, but when John didn't show up, Dean tried to salvage it by stealing someone else's presents and pretending they were from John. So instead, Sam gave it the amulet to Dean as a thank you, and Dean had never once taken it off since.

"Thanks," Dean said.

"Don't mention it."

"Aww, tender moment," Allie said, trying to lighten the mood.

They both shot dirty looks in their sister's direction as Dean slipped the necklace over his head.

"Hey, Dean, what was it like?" Sam inquired. Allie knew what he meant and stiffened. This probably wasn't the best time to discuss Dean's tour in Hell.

"What, Hell?" Dean asked. "I don't know. I, I, uh, must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing."

Sam and Dean had never been able to lie to Allie. She had a knack for reading people and tended to pick up on things they did when they lie. For instance, Sam's nostrils flared when he wasn't being honest, while Dean's voice got just a bit deeper. And Dean's voice, had in fact dropped in tone a bit. But she wasn't worried much about it; he obviously wasn't ready to talk about it. And Allie didn't blame him. Why would anyone want to talk about being in Hell for four months?

"Thank God for that," Sam said, believing Dean's lie.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "I'm, uh, I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

"So," Sam said turning to Allie as the bathroom door closed behind Dean. "How have you been?"

"Really, Sam?" she replied. "That's it? You take off on me after Dean dies, only calling three or four times in all those months, and now all you have to say is 'how have you been?'"

"I know, Al, but I was really messed up."

"And you think I wasn't, Sam?" She took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "Look, I know Dean's death was hard on you, but it was hard on me, too. I lost Dean, too, and then you took off on me. Yes, I still had Bobby at least, but then he took a nosedive into a bottle of whiskey. How do you think I felt?"

"I'm sorry, Allie. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't."

"Yeah, you're right. You can't."

Bobby came back in the room as Sam started to say something else. "Good news," he said. "My friend, Pamela, agreed to help us."

Dean came out of the bathroom. Allie noticed that he looked pale and not quite himself. She was a little scared for him.

"Dean? You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, fine," he replied. Allie again could tell that he was lying through his teeth, though anyone else would have believed him. But, again, God only knew what he had been through. She didn't want to push the issue.

"We're leaving," Sam said.

"She's about four hours down the interstate," Bobby said as they went out to the parking lot. "Try to keep up." He climbed into his old rusty Camaro.

"I assume you want to drive," Sam said, tossing the keys to Dean as the shiny black Impala came into view ahead.

Dean's face lit up at the sight of his baby. "I almost forgot. Hey, sweetheart, you miss me?" he said to the car before climbing into the driver's seat. He sighed, content to be back behind the wheel of his car. But then his face fell as he noticed the iPod connected to the radio. "What the hell is that?"

"That's an iPod jack," Sam clarified.

"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up."

"I thought it was my car."

Dean shook his head and started the car. As the engine roared to life, a terrible song started pumping through the speakers. Dean turned to Sam again, a furious look on his face. "Really?"

Sam just shrugged. Dean ripped the iPod out and threw it over his shoulder into the back seat, nearly hitting Allie with it. She laughed at the argument between her brothers. It was the first time she had really laughed since Dean had been mauled by Lilith's Hellhounds.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked her.

"You two," she replied. "It's nice to hear you two argue over something stupid again."

"Hey, that's too much of a chick flick moment," Dean complained. "No chick flick moments."

"Fine, jerk," Allie replied with a giggle.

"Bitch," Dean countered.


Four hours later, they arrived at Pamela's. She was great, except for the fact that she didn't even attempt to hide her affections for the Winchester boys. She decided to hold a séance to try and figure out what they were dealing with. She wanted a "sneak peek," as she had put it. She set everything up, and they formed a circle around the table.

"Right," Pamela said. "Take each other's hands." Allie took brothers' hands in each of her much smaller ones. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched," Pamela continued as she reached under the table.

"Whoa," Dean said with a jump. "He didn't touch me there."

Pamela laughed. "My mistake ."

Allie exchanged glances with Sam and forced back a laugh. Dean let go of Allie's hand and pulled his left arm out of the sleeve of his flannel shirt. As he rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt, Allie's eyes grew wide in horror at the sight of the angry pink scar in the shape of a perfect human hand on his shoulder. Dean took Allie's hand once more. She stared at him as Pamela laid her hand over the scar. He just shrugged.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle," Pamela chanted.

The table started shaking and the TV turned on over in the corner, showing nothing but snow.

"I invoke, conjure, and command-" She suddenly paused. "Castiel? No, sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean asked in confusion. Allie felt the same way. Castiel sounded very ancient and very powerful.

"It's name," Pamela replied. "It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back."

The rest of the group exchanged nervous looks. They all knew that this was getting dangerous.

Pamela continued in her attempt to see the creature in question. "I conjure and command you, show me your face," she chanted. The table started shaking more violently.

Allie had gone from nervous to terrified. "I think we should stop," she said.

"I almost got it," Pamela stated. "I conjure and command you, show me your face. Show me your face now!"

The flames on the candles in the center of the table grew higher, and Pamela screamed in agonized pain. Her eyes had burst into flames. She collapsed to the floor as the others gazed on in horror.

"Call 911!" Bobby shouted as they all jumped out of their seats. Sam rushed to the phone. Bobby cradled Pamela in his arms. Blood ran down her cheeks like crimson tears.

Her eyelids flashed open as she started crying in fright, revealing empty, black sockets. "I can't see," she cried. "I can't see!"

Dean looked up at his sister. They knew they were in big trouble after what had just occurred. Neither of them had any idea what they were going to do.