"Cammie?" Dean asked shocked to see his older sister.

"Dean?" she asked, before snapping into to action. She pulled a gun from her waistband of her jean shorts.

"Whoa! Cammie, it's me! See look!" he told her.

"Liar! Bobby!" She screamed.

Bobby heard her scream and hurried to her. He saw Dean, and stared.

"Surprise…" Dean smiled.

"I…I don't…" Bobby began to say.

"Yeah, me neither," Dean says entering the house. During this exchange, Cam took her knife from her boots, and slashes Dean as he walks by her. Dean sprung into action, grabbing her arm, and twisting him. Remembering her kickboxing, she deflects, and punches him in the face.

"Cam! Bobby! It's me!"

"My ass!" Bobby yelled back.

"What he said!" Cam agreed. Both charged at him again, but this time, Dean hides behind a chair, holding his hands out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. And your name is Campbell Millie Winchester! You're a year older than me! When we were little, I had a nightmare and you sang our special song, which was Stand By Me. Guys. It's me." Bobby this time, took the swing at him with his own knife. "I am not a shapeshifter!"

"Then you're a Revenant!" Cam yelled at him. Dean shoved Bobby away, and grabs the knife. Rolling up his sleeve, he stood them both in the eye.

"Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?" he asked as he sliced his arm, grimacing.

"Dean?" Cam breaks first. Soon Bobby follows her lead.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you."

Cam rushed at her brother, pulling him into a giant hug. When she pulls back, Bobby followes with his own hug.

"I can't belive you're here!" Cam cried, feeling tears in her eyes.

"It's…it's good to see you, boy," Bobby echoed feeling happy tears in his own eyes.

"Yeah, you too. And aren't you supposed to be in New York?"

"I quit," Cam said.

"How did you bust out?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." he began, but stopped when Cam sprayed his face with a spray bottle filled with Holy Water. "I'm not a demon either, you know."

"Can't be too careful," she smiled, handing him a towel.

"This doesn't make a lick of sense!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."

"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. I even tried to put you together the best I could. And you've been buried for months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-" Cam began.

"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject," he smirked.

"It's not funny! It took me forever to wash the blood off my hands! To see my baby brother like that…"

"Sorry…" Dean whispered, looking down.

"What do you remember?" Bobby asked him.

"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it," he told them. Bobby sat, as Cam lounged near him. "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not.." Dean asked, worried.

"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know,' Bobby answered him.

"Good... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"

"I haven't talked to him for months."

"Neither have I," interjected Cam.

"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?"

"He was dead set on it."

"He's a big boy, Dean. He's not twelve anymore," Cam interjected again.

"You two should've been looking after him," he told them.

"We got into a fight before he left…" Cam replied.

"These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him, me, or her! We had to bury you!" Bobby defended them.

"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked.

"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But…Sam wouldn't have it."

"I was too in shock to even comply," Cam told him.

"Well, I'm glad he won that one," he sighed. Dean looked at his sister. When was the last time he saw her? Cam noticed this. She needed a break.

"Excuse me…" she told them, going up to her room. She shut the door, and breathed heavily feeling the walls around her start to close in. She started to cry, but put her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound. He was back. He was alive, and not a demon. This was strange. But she was happy, but worried. What if Sam made a deal? Then what?

Downstairs, Dean was tracking Sam down. "Is Cam ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's been hard on her. You know how protective she is of you and Sam. It broke her heart. You were gone, Sam left. I was all she had, so she stayed. Not that I mind. She makes good food, gardens, and still does her private eye business. She's a trooper."

"Good. Ready to head out? I found him…" Dean told Bobby.

"Where?"

"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois."

"Right near where you were planted."

"Right where popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" he asked. Bobby began to pack up, as Dean went to go get his sister.

"Cammie?" Dean knocked on her door

"Come in," she called back. Walking in, he saw her sitting on the bed, looking through photographs.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed looking at racy pictures. "Cheating husband?"

"Wife," she replied.

"So we found Sam. You coming?"

"I don't hunt, Dean," she sighed.

"It's not hunting. It's Sam."

"Sam and I parted on sour terms. You better take this one."

"What happened?" he asked, sitting on her bed.

"Well, he was leaving, he told me to go away. I told him no, because I was worried. He told me that I was not Mom, so stop acting like her. I told him to not be so selfish. He told me I was, and that I anbanoded you to first, just like Dad. That hit a nerve, so I told him to fuck off, and he did..." she told him.

"Wow…" Dean dragged on, unsure how to fix his family.

"We fight all the time. We'll get over it. Now go get our dumb brother."

"I'll call you when we find him…" he told her as he left.

After finding Sam, Dean texted Cam Pamela's address, begging her to come. Cam repled "Fine.

Dean smiled, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Then noticed something wrong with Baby. Sam got inside next to him in his normal spot. Dean glared at him. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked, pissed off. As the argument of the iPod jack commenced, Dean thought of a way to tell Sam about Cam. They talked about Lilith and that dreadful night. Then as the conversation went to a close, be brought it up.

"So, I talked to Cammie."

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"She's living at Bobby's. Doing the cooking, gardening, laundry, her business."

"Oh. Good."

"She told me what happened, you know…"

"Is she pissed?" Sam asked, feeling ashamed. He loved his sister. He just wanted space. He didn't mean to go that far.

"Nah. She's worried. Dude, you know you'll have to apologize. You compared her to Dad. That's a low blow. "

"I will, when we return to Bobby's."

"No need. She's meeting us at Pamela's," Dean smiled. Problem solved.

Cam got to Pamela's first. She knocked on the door, and a pretty thirty something woman answered the door. "You must be Campbell!" she smiled, hugging her.

"You can call me Cam or Cammie!" she smiled back. She liked this woman.

"Come on in! Can I get you something, while we wait?"

"I'm fine," she told her.

"Come sit with me! Can I see your hand?" Pamela asked her.

"Sure?" she replied, holding her hand out. Pamela grabbed it and studied it.

"I see that you are a caring person. A mother figure to your brothers. Lonely. But don't worry, that's going to change soon…" she began as a knock on the door sounded.

"That must be them!" Pamela went and opened the door. "Bobby!" she cried, lifting him off the ground in a big bug. Sam and Dean shared a look. Cam chuckled. Pamela lets go of Bobby, looking at the boys with interest. "So, these the boys?" Pamela asked.

"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state," Bobby introduced them.

"Hey," Dean flirted.

"Hi," Sam greeted her, awkwardly.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual" Pamela flirted back.

"If you say so," he smiled. Cam noticed this, and gagged.

"Come on in. Campbell got her a little before you did."

The three men filed in and went into the kitchen, while Sam stayed behind with Cam. "Hey," Sam greeted her.

"Hey," she replied. They started at each other, before Cam hugged him. Sam returned the hug, feeling better.

"I'm sorry I called you, Dad," Sam apologized.

"You're forgiven. If you ever do it again, I can hack your internet history…" she smiled. He smiled back. They then rejoined the others, who was preparing for a séance.

"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked. Cam looked at him, then noticed Pam's tattoo.

"Well, it wasn't forever," Pam laughed.

"His loss…" he told her.

"Might be your gain," Pam smirked at him. As she walked away, Dean turned to his siblings.

"Dude, I am so in," he smiled like a boy on Christmas.

"You're disgusting," Cam told him in earnest, frowning.

"She's gonna eat you alive," Sam told him, also in earnest.

"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it."

"Dis-gust-ing!" Cam pointed at at him.

"You're invited too, grumpy" Pamela told Sam as she passed by the trio again.

As she left, Dean turned to Sam. "You are NOT invited."

When the table was set and ready, they sat down at the round table. "Right. Take each other's hands." Cam grabbed Dean's and Sam's. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Dean suddenly jumped, shifting in his chair. Cam raised her eyebrow at him in question.

"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there."

"My mistake," Pam told him.

"Behave!" mouthed Cam at Dean.

Dean looked around, feeling slightly naked. He sighed, taking off his outer shirt, and pulling up his left sleeve to reveal the red handprint. Cam stared at it in shock. As did Sam. Pamela however placed her hand on it.

"Okay." All closed their eyes as she began to chant "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle .I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." The TV set turned on, causing Cam to open eyes and stare at it. As Pamela continued to chant, she stared at the TV. It was like she was hypnotized. She couldn't move. She heard whispers.

"Castiel…" she heard in her mind. She couldn't hear anything but this voice. It was dissonant, like a whisper. "Turn back now. I warn you."

Her trance was broken, when Pamela screamed. She was confused, but saw Pamela laying in Bobby's arms, as Sam called for an ambulance. Her eyes were empty. "Hey!" Dean shook her. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she told him, still out of it.

"Sammy! Something is wrong with Cam!"

After the ambulance left with Pamela and Bobby, the siblings went to a diner for dinner. Cam slowly came to her senses. Castiel…that was the name she heard in her head. She heard the thing that hurt Pamela.

"Hey," Sam shook her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. You heard the EMT. PTSD. Shock. Whatever…" she brushed him off.

The waitress returned with three plates of apple pie. "Thanks," Sam told her. Instead of leaving, she sat down in the chair at the end of the table. The siblings turned and stared at her.

"You angling for a tip?" Dean smirked.

"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us," she said as her eyes went black. Looking around, Cam saw the cook and another man with similar eyes. The man went and locked the door. They were trapped.

"Dean," she said as her eyes went back to normal. "To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."

"That's me," Dean answered cautiously.

"So, you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" she asked.

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."

"Right. You don't." Cam turned to stare at the door. They couldn't fight, it would cause rucus. They needed another way. She turned to hear Dean challenging the demon waitress.

"That's what I thought. Let's go, guys" he told them after punching the demon. Cam grabbed her jacket and followed her brother's out.

"Holy crap, that was close," Dean breathed out.

"You're telling me," Cam answered.

"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Sam asked, wanting to help those people inside.

"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between the three us."

"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately."

'Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town," he smirked.

Cam felt the urge to punch the smirk off of his face.

"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous," Sam urged him. "Cam, you with me?"

"I still don't hunt Sam. The only things I hunt is bad people who cheat on their spouses."

"They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time," the told them, getting into the Impala. They drove to a motel. Sam and Cam waited inside the Impala while Dean got the rooms.

"So this what you guys do?" she asked, climbing up to sit on the front bench seat.

"Yep. You know, hunting isn't that bad. You're a good fighter."

"Sam..." she sighed.

"So what's the brusises?" he asked noticing the large bruise on her neck. She was smart to wear scarves to cover it up.

"Kickboxing accident. I'm telling the truth, before you jump to conclusions. Self-defense lessons." Dean then returned.

"Single room, two queens. So, Cammie. Who you going to sleep with?"

"You probably."

"Great!" Dean smiled.

Going to the room, Cam took her duffle bag, and went into the bathroom. Washing off, she felt ten times better. The day's stresses washed away, down the shower drain. She exited, wearing her yoga pants, tank top, and cardigan. Dean was reading a book, lounging onto the bed. She laid down next to him, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes.

"Comfy?" he asked, as he smiled.

"Mmm-hmmm," she hummed, falling asleep. "I missed you…" she told him, drifting. "Both of you."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, and smiled sadly. They missed her also. As Dean fell asleep, Sam saw his perfect chance to leave. He laid a blanket across his sister's body, who was resting in the fetal postion, still on Dean's calf.

Cam was resting perfectly, until she heard the TV turn on to static. She bolted up, as the radio starts going as well. "Dean!" she heard in her head again. Dean was up at this time, grabbing a shotgun near the bed. The noise increased, kinda like shouting. Now it was unintelligent words. Dean cocked the gun, ready to fire, but had to put one hand over his ear, to muffle the sounds. A mirror broke from above the bed, raining down on them. Cam screamed, shielding herself.

"Dean!" she yelled as he crumpled on the floor, clutching both ears as more glass shattered.

"Shut up…" she told the noise, covering her ears. "Shut up," she said louder. "Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!" she screamed back.

She was relieved to see Bobby burst in the room. "Dean! Cam!" He helped Cam get up, before both helped Dean. Bobby led them to his car, as Dean got to the passenger seat.

"You kid's okay?" Bobby asked them.

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy," he grumbled, opening his phone. Cam stared out the window. She had heard It again. Castiel, or who ever that thing was, that was causing her brother pain. Dean wanted to summon it. "I can hear it…" she whispered.

"What?" Dean asked, not hearing what she said.

"I said, I can hear it. I could hear it at Pamela's house, and I could hear it in the motel room. I don't know what this thing it. But I am getting pissed off. I'm in."

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Oh, yeah. Let's get this fucker. No one messes with my brothers."

They pulled up to the warehouse that was abandoned. Bobby grabbed a can of white spray paint, and began to paint symbols on the floor. Cam got her favorite shout gun, and placed bullets in the chamber.

"You know how to use it?" Dean asked, setting up epuipment.

She closed it, with a flick of her wrist, and shot towards the sky with one hand. Dean jumped at the sound. Flicking her wrist again, to open it to adjust the bullets, she closed it again. "What do you think?" she asked.

Dean nodded and went back over to Bobby. She followed. Bobby stared at her, before she nodded to proceed. Nodding, Bobby sprinkled powder into the large bowl, and began to chant. Cam looked around as she raised her gun, ready to attack. Bobby stopped, and waited. Nothing happened.

"Is that it?" she asked, lowering her gun. Dean sat on a table, while she sat next to him. Bobby sat across from the pair.

It was quiet and tense. "You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked Bobby. Cam smacked him in the chest, as Bobby gave him a look. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" Suddenly a loud rattling sound shakes the roof. The trio arm them selves and form a huddle at the end of the warehouse. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," he said, cocking his gun.

Cam felt her heart pump harder and faster with adrenaline. Is this what her brother's felt before hunting? The anticipation? She liked it. Her thoughts stopped as the doors busted open, and in walked in a man in a suit and trenchcoat. Her heart stopped for a second, but shook herself free from his power as she readied herself to fire. A lightbulb above him shattered as he stalked towards them. The trio soon began to open fire, but the man kept moving. Dean got the Knife as the man got closer to them.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," the man answered with a deep, gruff voice. Cam felt her breath hitched at the sound of his voice. She then saw Dean plunge the Knife into the man's chest. He looked down, unconcered. Cam stared in fright and disbelief as he still stood. Bobby charged, but the man grabbed Bobby's weapon and pulls him to him. The man touched Bobby on the forehead with his fingertips, as Bobby fell to the ground.

"Bobby!?" she screamed. The man heard her voice and stared at her. She backed up, raising her gun in warning.

The man stared at her for a moment, before turning back to Dean. "We need to talk, Dean. Alone."

Dean went over to Bobby as he checked his pulse. Cam kept her weapon trained on him. "Your friend's alive," the man told them in his monotone voice.

"Who are you?" Dean asked again, standing up.

"Castiel," the man answered.

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean asked, specifying.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing," Dean argued.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith. But she does…" he told him, as his gaze went to her. Cam felt uncomfortable. Yes, she went to church on Sundays, and read the bible. Lightening flashed, and she saw a shadow from behind him that looked like giant wings stretching off into the distance. The light went away, and then the image was gone.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes," Dean stared at him accusingly.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong. But your sister could perceive me perfectly fine."

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" Dean asked him.

"This? This is... a vessel," Castiel answered, looking at his body.

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean said, angriy.

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

Castiel frowned, "I told you."

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

"Good things do happen, Dean."

"Not in our experience. Our mom died, dad died, then my brother dies? What else could you guys throw at us?" Cam argued. She was sure she would now go to Hell for arguing with an angel.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean.

"Why'd you do it?" Dean asked.

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."