Bobby did the research to find the nearest demonic omens and they drove out to find the unlucky bastards. Contestants one and two, come on down…

"You sure you're up for this?" Dean asked Kayla. "You're not gonna get nauseous on us are you?"

"I make no guarantees, but I'm in." What was draining a couple demons when it came to the end of the world, right? She was sure the nightmares wouldn't last too long.

"Then let's go."

Dean and Sam went in first and the two demons were incapacitated before Cas and Kayla could even get through the door. Cas tossed Sam one of the ropes and they tied the demons by their feet and strung them upside down.

Kayla groaned quietly before sliding the trays underneath each demon. "This is charming, really."

But Sam wasn't wasting time. He took the knife and slit both their throats, causing rivers of blood to start flowing into the trays.

"Ew." Kayla walked over to Dean and he put an arm around her, letting her rest her head against him so she didn't have to watch. "How much do you guys need?"

"All of it." Cas answered. "We drain them dry."

As the trays became full they were replaced and the blood was siphoned into empty milk cartons. There were almost five gallon jugs filled before they stopped bleeding.

As they loaded the blood into the trunk, Dean walked over to Bobby. He had opted not to watch the carnage.

"I still can't get used to you at eye level."

"Funny. Was I right?"

"As always Yoda, two stunt demons inside just like you said." Bobby had gotten to be an expert on research since he couldn't hunt.

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah. All the go juice Sammy can drink."

"You okay?"

There was a long therapy session waiting to happen. "Not really, what do you got?"

He turned to the papers. "Well not much. These look like omens to you? Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in LA…"

"Wait, what about Detroit?"

"Twenty degree temperature drop in Detroit, but only in a five mile radius of downtown Motown."

He looked at Kayla and knew they were remembering the same thing; Dean from the future, telling them about a big showdown between Sam and Lucifer in Detroit. "That's it, the devil's in Detroit."

"You sure? As far as foreboding it's a little light in the loafers."

"Yeah I'm sure. We better get on the road if we want to catch him before he moves."

He nodded in agreement. "I'll follow you."

Kayla watched him go into his van. "I'll sit in the back."

So you can spend time with Sam. The depressing sentiment didn't even have to be said out loud. "Alright."

Hours later Dean pulled into the gas station and glanced to the back seat where Cas was sleeping soundly, and loudly for that matter. "Oh, isn't he a little angel?"

"Angels don't sleep." Sam pointed out, as further testimony to his lack of powers. He glanced to Kayla, who apparently didn't sleep either. He handed her a folded up bill. "Tell them to put twenty on pump three, and could you grab me a drink?"

She didn't argue, knowing that he wanted to talk to Dean privately so she grabbed the cash and went inside. It occurred to her that she should have made some snide comment about being a slave driver, but nothing seemed funny right now. She couldn't even smile.

"Dude I got a bad feeling about this." Dean told him.

"You'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it."

"I mean it, Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit and here we are."

"Here we are, but..."

"Maybe it's Lucifer rolling out the red carpet, you know, maybe he knows something we don't."

"I'm sure he knows a butt load that we don't. You just gotta hope he doesn't know about the rings." He shook his head. "Anyway, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"I figured." He glanced to the store, where Kayla seemed to be taking her time wandering down the aisles.

"If this thing goes our way, and I triple Indy into that box, you know I'm not coming back."

"Yeah I'm aware." And he didn't appreciate the reminder. He'd get plenty of them later.

"So you gotta promise me something."

"Okay, yeah, anything."

"You gotta promise not to try to bring me back."

"What? No, your tour in hell is gonna make mine look like Graceland, and you expect me to sit around and do nothing?"

"Once the cage is shut you can't go poking at it, it's too risky."

"I didn't sign up for that."

"I'm sorry Dean, you have to leave it alone."

He couldn't believe he was hearing this. Just leave Sammy to rot in hell? "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Take Kayla and get the hell out of this line of work. Have barbecues, go to football games, let your son have the childhood we didn't get. Be normal Dean."

Kayla pulled the door open. "I'm not waiting anymore." She had already pumped the gas and whatever Sam was telling Dean was apparently upsetting him.

"Come on." Dean motioned her into the car. "Let's get going."

She climbed into the back seat and shook her head at Cas, who was still passed out cold. "Guess he was exhausted after being awake for…hundreds of years."

"Yeah that's probably tiring." Sam answered.

Dean didn't respond; he was done talking. His eyes were fixed on the dark road in front of him.