A/N: this chapter is a little longer than the previous two. Kailyn's nickname for Castiel, Mac, is an acronym; Kailyn called him My Angel Castiel after she learned that he had been charged to watch over her in addition to guiding Dean towards his destiny; later she shortened it to Mac. Dean calls Kailyn Pip, which is short for Pipsqueak. The origin will later be explained in an upcoming chapter. Enjoy and if you are so inclined review. I don't own Supernatural though I wish that I did.

I awoke the next morning with the bright morning sun streaming through the windows; I stretched and cast my gaze to where Castiel had sat the night before. As I suspected, there was no sign of him. I rolled out of bed and walked into Dean and Sam's room, Sam was nowhere in sight and Dean was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. I sat on the end of one of the queen beds that dominated most of the room. I looked up at my reflection in the mirrors on the ceiling, wondering why my lovely brother Dean always chose the seediest of motel to stay in.

Dean walked out of the bathroom, charming grin firmly in place. "Hey Pip, did you finally wake up?" he asked as he sat down beside me.

"Yeah, I just had a really bad vision last night. Where's Sam-Sam?" I asked hugging him good morning. I'm a very hugging person.

"I dunno, I woke up this morning and he was already gone. He left a note saying he would be back around twelve and that he'd bring back some food." Dean answered, returning the hug, "What was your vision about?"

"I… Well… Uh, I'm glad Sammy's not here. I saw Sam with Ruby and they were making out, and then… then she slit her wrist." I started.

"What happened after that?" Dean interrupted.

"Cool your heels and I'll tell you. You won't like it, you'll probably be on the warpath but I'll tell you anyway. Sam drank her blood Dean. He drank her blood and didn't even hesitate." I said, meeting his emerald gaze with my hazel.

"Are you sure it was a vision and not just a nightmare? It has happened before you know." Dean asked turning and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Completely Dean, I woke up like I always do after a vision. Trust me when I say that it was a vision, as much as I wish it wasn't true." I answered, my eyes never leaving his.

He studied my face and then stated, "We need to tell Cas, now that Uriel's dead I won't have to worry too much about Sammy's safety, but they have got to know. Hell, they might even be able to help us."

"They already know, I told Mac last night. He said that they would find a way to help." I informed.

Dean stood almost as soon as the information left my mouth. He had the set look in his eyes that usually translated to someone was about to get their ass handed to them. He glanced toward the ceiling and shouted to the heavens, "Castiel, get you holy ass down here!"

"Dean, calm your ass down. What are you getting your panties in a twist for? Mac wouldn't do anything to our Sammy." I said placing a soothing hand on his arm.

"I know that you think that Pip, but angels can be conniving too. I mean just look at Uriel for God's sake." Dean said in a condescending tone.

"Dean Winchester, just because you're my older brother doesn't mean that I'll allow you to patronize me. Hey Mac, ignore Dean's pissy attitude, I think he's suffering from male PMS." I said, removing my hand from Dean's arm and beaming at the angel when he finally revealed himself.

"I'll ask for an explanation of that phrase in a minute. Dean, what is wrong that you would yell at me for?" Cas asked, curiously.

"Sammy drinking demon's blood, and you already know and all you trigger happy angels." Dean shouted, clearly touchy on the subject.

"Dean, Mac wouldn't hurt Sam-Sam, Ruby on the other hand, I wouldn't lose any sleep if something happened to her. Would you Mac?" I stated, casting my gaze from my older brother to Castiel.

"Sam would not be harmed Dean. We are unsure of what course to take; Sam must stop as I've said to you before we just aren't sure how to proceed. The only thing that we can come up with is killing him, which we don't want to do." Castiel explained how things were working out upstairs.

Dean, Castiel, and I were silent for a few moments all of us thinking about the seriousness that we faced. I looked at the two men who sat with me and then I spoke. "I'll talk to him." Both men looked at me in surprise.

"I will talk to him. Sam listens to me when he won't listen to you Dean, you know it's true. He would lash out at you for saying anything, but he won't me. He may be addicted to her blood but he loves me. Dean I'll do it with or without your consent." I continued, ignoring their silent argument.

"Sam wouldn't, that's not what I'm worried about, it's Ruby. If possible she hates you almost as much as you her. The bitch might try to kill you after you talk to Sammy." Dean argued.

"Dean I can handle myself, Ruby doesn't scare me. Besides, I have you and Mac to help me out if it should come to that." I smiled at the two of them lightly.

"Pip, I wish you would take things more seriously than you do. It's gonna get you killed one of these days." Dean said, shaking his head in resignation.

"You may talk to him about it, but I want you to promise that you will call to me if anything goes awry." Castiel said, coming to look down at me with intense blues eyes.

"Mac, I promise. If I feel like I can't take care of the situation I'll call for you." I said, putting my hands on his shoulders to convey that I was sincere.

"When are you gonna talk to him?" Dean asked, sitting down wearily; worry weighing on him though he had only just awoken.

"When he comes back from wherever he is. I'm going to go talk to the Goddess and see if she can give me a little advice. See you both in a little bit." I answered, walking back to my room so I could get dressed and go outside.