Sam did some brief research while they were grabbing some lunch. The house had been owned by Isaiah Pickett in the 1720's. Witchcraft accusations were still common, not to mention misunderstood and unable to be proven, and Pickett hung a woman in his backyard for the crime. The victim, Maggie Briggs, seemed to be their number one suspect at this point. There were still no leads on the murdered child suggestion, and nothing online could tell them where Briggs was buried. As usual, they split up. Sam took the research at local town records, while Dean and Kayla went on cemetery duty.

Kayla pulled hard on a cluster of vines and they untangled from the headstone. "Not here…but we're in the right time frame."

"Thrilled." He brushed the dirt off the one next to it. No Maggie Briggs. "So."

"So." She tossed the vines off to the side.

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

His outward anxiety got her curiosity going. "Shoot."

He didn't say anything right away; he pretended to be focused on getting ancient dirt off another tombstone. "Before I got back, you said you went to Dominic."

The curiosity disappeared and she moved to the next headstone. "I was a little on the suicidal side, yeah."

"Why would you even think to go to him for help? Why was he the first to come to mind?"

She laughed. "The first? I hope he didn't tell you that. He wasn't the first thought, trust me. We tried the gate first, you know that. Then there were the demons…lots, and lots of demons. I think we sent at least thirty of those fuckers back to hell before Ruby even showed up."

"Not that it's a bad thing, but what was the point?"

"We were trying to get information out some, on Lilith, on you, on hell, anything. We tried a few crossroad demons, tried to deal. They weren't biting."

"And then…?"

She sighed quietly. "He said he'd take me to you, you know, when we met at the resort. He lied. We were running around in circles, never getting anywhere, I didn't know what else to do."

He stopped pretending to dust off the graves. "I guess what I really want to know is how exactly you went about asking him to take you to hell."

Why would he ask her that? "What did he tell you?"

"What he told me isn't really important, since I'm asking you."

Her eyes roamed the cemetery. "Why does it matter?" His expression didn't change. "Dean, do you have to ask? More importantly, do you really want to know? Think about what we knew about Dominic, from meeting him at the resort."

She was right about one thing, he didn't really have to ask. "You were going to sleep with him."

"If I had to." She replied honestly. "It wasn't about Dominic, you believe that don't you? I was lost, I just wanted you back."

He did believe her, he was just having a hard time coming to grips with it. "He just made it seem like, maybe it was something else."

"It wasn't. It wasn't then, it isn't now, it will never be. Why would you ask me this now? After all this time?"

"What about Sam?"

"What about Sam? Dean, what is this about?"

"I don't know." He shook his head. "I really don't. He was just being a dick I guess, trying to get under my skin."

"Well it sure as hell worked didn't it?" She kicked the dirt off her shoes, a little more violently than intended. "I'll kick his ass if he keeps messing with you, it's not funny."

Dean chuckled. "I'm glad you feel that way."

She went back to checking the names on the graves.

"So making out with Cas, how was that?"

Deep breath. Kayla lowered her head and reigned in an outburst relating to the fact that he'd practically begged her to do it. "Awesome. Can we work this job?"

It apparently wasn't the answer he was looking for.

"Dean, what do you want me to say?"

His answer was unsure and definitely defensive. "Well not that it was awesome."

"Fine. He was terrified and I feel like I assaulted him to get him to agree to it."

He smirked. "I just wanna make sure I don't have anything to worry about."

"You have nothing to worry about. Do I? You're not usually this insecure."

Is that what this was? He supposed she was right, though he sure as hell wasn't going to admit it. Maybe this whole apocalypse thing was getting to him more than he thought. "Insecure." He scoffed. "Like I have to be insecure."

She rolled her eyes and went back to the search. "You'd think."

After two very large cemeteries they threw in the towel due to darkness. They had talked to Sam about three hours ago, and he said he was heading back. Not only did he not show up, he stopped answering his phone.

"It's only been a few hours, let's not panic."

"Yet." Dean reluctantly agreed. "Where the hell would he go?" Ruby was dead, what could he possibly have to hide now?

"He went for a walk."

"Very funny." He opened the door to the motel room and saw Sam coming out of the bathroom. "Sam."

He looked surprised to see them. "Hey."

"Where the hell you been man? We've been calling you all night."

"Sorry, man. I lost track of time I don't know what happened." He held up two fast-food bags. "I brought food."

Dean looked at him a moment before taking one of the bags and looking inside. It was actually good food. "Good. Call next time, Kayla was worried sick about you." He appropriately projected his concern.

His expression was so off; he seemed almost impressed…with himself. "You were?"

She couldn't tell if he was being serious. "Of course. You feeling okay?" He didn't smell like booze.

He smiled and watched Dean unwrap his burger. "I'm great, but uh, you're gonna want to eat that on the road."

He stopped. "Why?"

"Because the maid came in, and saw that…" He motioned to the small arsenal on the bed. "Now they're all kind of freaking out."

Dean stared at him incredulously. "Why'd you let the maid in?"

"It just happened."

"Whatever. I'm gonna hit the head and we'll take off."

"Great. I'll be in the car."

Since Sam just seemed to stand there after his statement, Kayla gathered the guns and brought them out to the trunk. When she closed it, he was standing next to her.

"You um, you left your bag inside."

She glanced to his shoulders and saw that he wasn't holding the bag. "Thanks?" She went back in and grabbed her bag.

"You think he's drunk?" Dean asked her as he did a quick scan of the room for anything they left.

"He's definitely something."

They walked back outside.

"Hey, can I drive?"

They exchanged a look and Kayla sighed quietly. "I'll sit in the back."

Everyone got in and Sam took the driver's seat, looking like a sixteen year old kid with his first car. "Man this is so sweet." He revved the engine a few times.

"Can we get the lead out Andretti? Come on."

"Right." He shifted gears and let off the brake.

"Reverse." Dean muttered, but he kept going. "Reverse!" Sam backed the Impala into the large dumpster behind them, causing several bags to fall onto the trunk. He took a long, slow breath and grit his teeth. "It's in reverse." He got out and slammed the door.

He looked fearfully to Kayla. "Should I get in the back?"

She tried not to laugh. "Just switch places with him. Don't apologize."

He got out and walked around the back. "I am so, so sorry…"

"Shut up." Dean jerked the driver's door shut. "I can't believe I let him behind the wheel."

"Calm down, you want me to check for damage?"

"I don't want to know." He glared at Sam as he got in and the car lurched forward. After that he had better be drunk.