3rd Person. Sorry for the LONG wait!

"So what, we knock on Molly's door and see if she would like to come with us or what?" Dean asked. "I just think we have to ask and she'll come."

Dean gave Sam a confused look. "Just ask? And that's it?" Sam nodded.

*At Molly's House*

"And I don't want the world to see me!" Molly crooned loudly, and saw the Impala.

Her hands started to go numb. Her brothers were here.

Sammy and Deano were here.

Molly squelled and ran up to the door.

"OPEN, OPEN, OPEN, OPEN!" She screamed, hitting the window repeatedly, and Dean opened the door, Molly stepping back.

"Jeeze, were you going to break my window?!" Molly gave her brother a sexy smile.

"Maybe." She said huskily.

Dean looked at her with wide eyes. "The last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid."

Molly's smile went bigger, but then she turned to Sam, who had gotten out.

"You need something."

"Yes, we need you to come with us. See, dad's dead, 2 angels are in the back seat, and please stop looking at me like that."

Molly pouted.

"So, the old bastard died. How? Did he give himself up to get Azazel- oh, shit, you don't know I know his name. Uh..." Molly gave a gulp.

"How did you know his name?" Dean asked.

"I had sex with him." Molly said in all seriousness.

Their eyes widened and they were about to lecture her when she said, "Nah, just joking. I talked around, met demon after demon and figured out everything on the yellow eyed demon. I even know what he did before Dean killed him. I got bored and learned everything abouyt everything, and now I know the future cause I got greedy."

Molly sucked in a breath.

So much talking.

"And..." Molly hesitated.

"No, never mind." Molly seemed sad, then shook her head.

"Is there even room in your car?" Molly asked.

"Uh, yeah, next to Cas."

"Castiel. You have Castiel in your backseat. What's next, Gabriel the archangel?"

"Actually, that's exactly next." Molly waited. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

"Go away!" She suddenly yelled.

She even seemed surprised with herself, then she said, "If you needed my help, why didn't you come sooner? How long has dad been dead?!"

"Around a year or so..." Sam said warily.

Molly stopped.

"What, did you hate me that much you left me until I became purposeful for you? No! I'm not going with you even how much I wanna get laid by you!" Her hands flew to her mouth.

"What?!" They both screamed.