Chapter one the return

There was a bright light and Millie felt a strong pull from her center. Once her eyes adjusted to the dark she was now in, she saw that she was in a forest somewhere. Millie could hear voices not far from where she stood and decided to go towards them. The voices had been coming from a group of campers in their twenties. She could hear them talking about trivial things that only reassured her that she had made it back to the world she came from. Announcing her presence, she stormed over to the campers "Where am I? Where's the road?"

She must have startled them, because they just kept screaming. Although Millie couldn't blame them for being frightened. She was covered in blood of every color and hadn't interacted with humans in what could have been a year or so. She wasn't sure how long she had been in purgatory but it felt like an eternity. Though she understood their fear she really didn't have the time for this. Millie grew more impatient with every passing second.

She pulled her gun out of her pants "Where's the road?" she repeated louder this time.

One of the male campers pointed to the left "about twelve miles that way" he stuttered.

That was enough for Millie. She started in that direction without another word. As she made her way through the thick trees she thought of her brothers. They must be so worried about her. Dean is probably trying to drink away his feelings and trying to get information from Crowley. And Sam probably had his nose in a book or searching the internet for something. Millie just knew that her brothers where looking for her. The three of them they stick to together, and would do anything for each other. They are all they had, nothing in this world matters nearly as mush to them as their family.

Millie finally found the road. She looked around and didn't see anyone on the roads. So she starts walking. After an hour or so a car drove by and agreed to drive her into town. Once in town she used the little money she happened to have on her when she was sent to purgatory to pay for a bus ticket. The bus ride was long and tiring. She kind of felt bad for the people around her, she knew she must smell awful. In fact quite a few people had given her money thinking she was homeless. She used that money as well as some thievery to pick up a few essentials: cloths, salt, cleaner, and a silver plated knife.

After a few days of bus rides, hitchhiking, and walking. She finally made it. It was dark when she got there but she could definitely see the word Lafitte engraved in a stone wall.Yup she was in the right place, she hoped. Her left forearm ached, but that's nothing new. She made her way to the windmill in the middle of this small field. Once there, she positioned herself correctly and took four paces, she looked at the ground questioningly. It didn't look like a grave, but this is where he said he was. "This better be you, you pain in the ass" and with that she began digging. It took her far longer to dig up this grave then she would have cared for. It never took this long when she's with her brothers. Once finished, she stood over the grave examining her work. Her arm began to sting with pain and she knew why, it was because his body was so close.

"oh hold on!" She snapped at the pain in her arm. She quickly took off the jacket she was wearing over a tank top. Her arm was glowing orange, just as it has been for the past few days .She grabbed her knife and braced herself for the pain. She cut the flesh covering her forearm and began the spell the he had taught her. As she spoke the Latin words an orange glowing goop dripped out of her arm and onto the corpse. The pain was sharp and deep. Once all of the goop was out of her arm she fell to her knees in relief, the pain is finally gone. Well now her arm hurt because of the cut, not because her was carrying the soul of her friend. Millie heard someone exhale behind her. She turned her head quickly at the sound. The face that stood before her was a familiar one.

"huh, that worked faster then I would've thought," Millie said as she got back on her feet.

"Yeah no thanks to you. What took you so long?" Benny said with a hint of humor in his voice

Millie rolled her eyes. "you're welcome"

Benny just smiled. He began to roll his shoulders and neck around. He flashed his fangs, testing out his new body. "how are you feeling?" Millie asked

"good enough." Was the only answer he gave.

"So, what now?" Millie asked. Although she knew the answer.

"like we talked about I guess." He replied solemnly.

"So this is goodbye." It wasn't a question, because she already knew the answer.

"You be safe now, lil' missy" he said with a smile on his face as he started to walk over to her. "We made it, sweetheart. I cant believe it." He pulled Millie into a tight hug that lifted her off the ground.

Millie giggled into his shoulder. "Neither can I."

They pulled away from each other and nodded. It was a hard goodbye but a necessary one. "please be careful out there Benny. The world is a lot different now."

"I know Millie. I will."

"love you"

"oh don't get all sappy on me missy. I'll be fine. Thank you, Millie, for everything."

Millie gave him a sympathetic smile. "good bye Benny."

"Goodbye lil' missy."

Millie turned and walked away. But before she was to far off she heard Benny say "love you too" under his breath. Millie's heart melted, but she didn't turn around. She just kept walking. It was time to go home..

The last place Millie knew her brothers might be was the best place to start, she had tried calling them but all Sam's numbers weren't in service and Dean's voicemail box was full, so Rufus' cabin it was. Once inside, it was clear that someone had been living there. As she looked around the small cabin she saw beer bottles and guns laying all around. She walked over to a duffle bag she had spotted, as she reached for the bag she heard the growing rumble of what could only be the impala. She quickly crouched down moving toward the kitchen and her bag. Positioning herself under the front window where she wouldn't been seen when the door was opened. She peeked out of the window and saw that it was Dean, or something that looked like her brother. She pulled her backpack open and dug for her silver knife and her supply of cleaner and salt. She had the advantage of surprise and was going to take it, of course she hoped it was her brother, but she had to be absolutely sure it was him. Better safe than sorry. Millie tightened her grip on her knife as she listened to the sound of heavy boots on the path to the door. He turned the handle and stepped inside, unaware of the ready figure waiting for him. Millie didn't hesitate as she leapt onto Deans back throwing her weight forward cause Dean to lose his balance. Millie caught his arms around her legs pinning his shoulders with her knees. Now on top of him with his face to the floor she grabbed a fist full of salt and reaching around shoved it in Deans mouth. Dean choking and spitting bits of salt tried to twist himself around to see his attacker. Pushing his weight to one side and looking back over his shoulder he got doused in what smelled like cleaning fluid. Without trying to wipe the liquid off of his face, he twisted all the way to one side and in one fluid motion rolled over on top of Millie and pinned her to the floor.

"Millie?!" he shifted off her in surprise.

Ignoring her brothers remark she reached for the knife that was now on the floor, snatching it up she started towards her brothers arm. Before she could test his skin Dean caught hold of her wrist.

"Millie, I'm not a shape shifter."

"prove it" Millie spat back.

Dean took the knife from her hand and slid the knife across his forearm. Leaving a line of red and drops of blood running. "See?"

Millie sighed in relief. "Awesome. Now get off me."

Dean looked down at their bodies and realized he was straddling his little sister. He quickly got off and tried to help Millie up. Denying his out stretched hand, she got up snatching up the salt and cleaning fluid bottle. Dean watched her in confusion as she flung salt at herself.

"Millie I know its you. You don't have to do that."

"Shut up. Yes I do." She took the cleaner and poured it on herself. Once recovered from having the cool fluid run down her front, she looked around for her knife. Once spotting it in Deans hand she snatched it from him. Then holding eye contact with Dean, she rolled up her sleeve. Giving Dean a 'pay attention look' she proceeded to hold the knife flat against her skin. She smirked at her brother. "See? That's how you skin test silver. Now you're bleeding and I'm not."

Dean took a couple steps closer to his sister, "oh shut it" he said as he scooped her into a hug. "How the hell did you get here?"

"I took a bus"

"I didn't know the greyhound went to purgatory"

Pulling out of Deans arms "so you knew where I went?"

"I am smart enough to figure things out on my own sometimes"

"speaking of on your own, where's Sammy?"

Deans face turned hard as he started to speak "Millie,.." he was cut off by the sound of tires coming up the gravel drive. Millie and Dean both jumped into action crouching down and moving to the font window. Peering out through the curtain they watched as a silver San Leandro Ford pulled up next to the impala. As the drivers door opened out climbed Sam.

"well speak of the devil" Millie whispered.

Dean looked over at his sister a smirk in his eyes. "are you gonna test him too?"

"are you kidding me?" she said never really looking at Dean as she watched Sam move to the back of the car and riffle through the trunk.

"bet you can't take him down"

"the usual then?" she always took his bets to heart, she had never lost and she planned to keep it that way.

"well this should be good." Dean mumbled moving over the couch to hide behind it. Millie watched Sam for a few more seconds then moved into action. Grabbing her supplies from the floor she placed the cleaner on the window sill next to the door. Then putting her knife in her boot and pouring salt into her right hand, she hurried over to the couch and crouched down readying herself for the attack. She looked to her right and saw Dean kneeling behind the couch at the other end. As the door opened she watched Sam step in and move to take his bag from his shoulder and put it down on the ground. Quickly Millie moved into action running full speed at Sam grabbing onto his shoulder with her left hand she put her right foot into his hip and swung her leg up onto his shoulder where her hand had been. She shoved the salt into his mouth as she caught his head between her knees. Throwing her weight back and to the side she slammed Sam down on the ground. Landing on her feet she swiped the cleaner from the window and sprayed it. In the same movement she knelt on Sam's chest and swung the knife flat against his cheek.

"hey Sam" She said as she looked down at him, the knife still on his face.

"Millie!" Sam called out in surprise.

Millie reached down to help Sam up as she looked over to dean who was now on the floor laughing. "you owe me pie big brother."

"totally worth it." Dean managed through his laughter.

"you made a bet? On what?" Sam asked before scooping his sister into a hug.

"that she could take your sorry ass down Sammy. You know since she was in purgatory for a year."

"purgatory?" Sam pulled out of the hug to look at her, concern clouding his features "you were in purgatory?"

"well ya I thought you knew that though?" confusion crossing her face "Dean said he figured it out?"

"I did figure it out, awhile ago."

Mille pulled away from Sam as the pieces started to fall into place. "you two weren't working together. Were you?"

"Well Millie…" Sam started loosing his words.

"No! no we weren't" Dean interrupted his voice filling with anger the more he talked "why don't you tell her what happened Sammy, how you just took off after she disappeared. How you told me I should let it go because she was gone and wasn't coming back. Any of this sound familiar Sam?"

"What? You mean you didn't even look for me Sam?" her words came out more hurt then she wanted them to.

"Millie its not like that. You and Cas were gone, Crowley had Kevin. Bobby was dead. I didn't know what to do so I just ran."

"I mean I know we always promised we wouldn't go looking if one of us died"

"But we always broke that, because family's important, right Sammy!" Dean cut in looking directly at Sam "you let your twin sister suffer in purgatory so you could go off and live your normal life"

"Dean, I didn't know"

"Stop, just stop" Millie interrupted "we clearly have more important things to worry about, like how the king of hell has our prophet?" she couldn't believe what she was hearing, Crowley had the prophet and they were hashing out family problems.

Dean continued to glare at Sam a moment longer before turning to his little sister. "Had Kevin, he got away."

"So how did you get him out?"

It was Dean's turn to look ashamed "well I didn't, Kevin escaped on his own. but it's ok because I know where he is, and he's doing fine by himself he didn't need me."

"you let him fend for himself? The kid knows nothing about hunting and you left him to hide from demons on his own?" she was outraged. She would have never thought her brothers were such idiots.

"Millie I was focused on finding you. Kevin's a smart kid."

"that's not the problem here Dean, thank you for looking from me I appreciate it but he was our responsibility and you made him fend for himself." she didn't know what to feel anymore, her twin brother forgot about her and her older brother cared to much. She was starting to miss the simplicity of purgatory where everything just made sense. "so where is he so we can pick him up."

"somewhere on the west coast. He didn't want to be specific incase someone was listing" Millie gave Dean an exasperated look "I cant help that the kid is paranoid."

"Speaking of missing people, what happened to Cas?" chimed in Sam

Millie froze as flashes of memory crashed on to her. Her chest hurt and her arms ached, she was having a hard time remembering how to speak."Cas is gone" was all she could get out.

"gone, what do you mean gone?" her older brother gave her a concerned look

"I said what I mean Dean, gone."

"Did you actually see him die though?" Said Sam.

"He's not coming back, ok!" she was having a hard time keeping herself together she needed to change the subject and quick. Turning to Dean she held out her hand. "Give me your phone I'm going to call Kevin and find out where we need to go to pick him up" she refused to look him in the eye, fearing that ether of her brothers might see the sorrow that was lurking behind them. Dean fished his cell from his pocket and handed it to her. She turned away from the boys and walked into the living room as she flipped through his contacts. "You two go get your stuff together so we can be ready to head out when I get off the phone."