Artie sat in the backseat of the impala with Sam. She kept her eyes on Lyssa, who was in the front seat, waiting for her sister to wake up. Dean had picked Lyssa off the floor and then ordered Sam to grab their bags. He had decided they needed to go see Bobby to figure all this out.

"I still don't know why we couldn't wait for her to wake up," Artie said annoyed with Dean.

"I have my reasons," Dean said.

"Which are stupid."

"Bobby will be able to help figure this out," Sam told her.

"What's there to figure out? They're witches."

"I'm a Wiccan. There is a difference."

"Sure, whatever."

Lyssa opened her eyes and saw the tan interior of the impala. She moaned and closed her eyes again. She opened them but she was still in the car.

"I wasn't dreaming," she muttered.

"Well, look who decided to join us," Dean said as Lyssa sat up in the seat.

"Dick," Artie said.

"Knock it off. I have a headache," Lyssa said.

"She wouldn't happen to be sitting behind you, would she?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. He met Dean's eyes in the review mirror. He gave him a look and Dean's smirk disappeared. Sam was at a lost about how to help these girls and Dean wasn't helping the situation.

"Haha, Dean. You okay, Lyssa?" Artie asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. How'd I get in here though?"

"I carried you. We needed to get on the road to see Bobby," Dean answered staring at the road ahead.

"Bobby? Wait, pull over," Lyssa said.

"What? Why?"

"Just pull over." Lyssa's mind was racing. They were stuck in season 4 and dean had been raised two days ago. And that only meant one thing; the rising of the witness was going to happen soon.

"I am not-."

"Dean, do it. Please," Sam implored seeing the look on Lyssa's face. She was worried about something.

Dean swore but he pulled the impala over onto the shoulder of the road. Lyssa breathed easily. She turned and faced the three of them. She turned mostly to Artie. They had to talk about whether or not to spill the beans about the rising; Lyssa was already ready to do it.

"We have to tell them," she said in French to her sister. Knowing a second language sure in handy when you needed to keep something private.

"What? Please explain," Artie replied also in French.

"Ah, Sam so you know what they are saying?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. You?"

"Dude, I barely passed English."

"We have to tell them about the rising of the witnesses."

"Lyssa, are you fucking nuts? There is no way they will believe us!" Artie yelled switching to English. Sam and Dean looked at each other then back at her. She ignored them.

"Dammit, they need to know. Then they won't be going in blind. They could end up dead... Again," Lyssa said still in French.

"They don't die this time," Artie muttered switching back to French.

"Yeah, and we aren't suppose to be here."

"Okay, can we please know what's going on?" Sam asked.

"The rising of the witnesses by Lilith is what's going to be happening," Lyssa said hoping they believed her.

"How do you know about Lilith?" Dean demanded leaning forward his green eyes staring into her brown ones.

"We just know. Just like we know about Azazel, Dean's deal, Sam's visions, Ruby, Bela and Castiel. Need I go on?" Artie asked getting mad. She had gotten over the fact that she was hanging with Sam and Dean; Dean had made it easy by mostly acting like a dick.

"Castiel? What about him?" Sam asked clueless about the latest news.

Lyssa and Artie looked at Sam then back to Dean. The older Winchester had turned and was staring out the windshield. Apparently Dean had forgotten to tell Sam that Castiel was an angel. Lyssa smacked him on the arm. He turned and glared at her. She wasn't scared of him; okay, not that much anyway.

"You didn't tell your brother about Castiel?" she questioned.

"Didn't get the chance, alright. Woke up this morning with a new problem and you're prettier than Castiel."

"No one is prettier then Castiel," Artie said insulted that anyone would ever suggest such a thing.

"Can someone please clue me in?" Sam demanded.

Dean turned around and faced his little brother. He ran his hand over his face. This wasn't how he had planned on telling Sammy about Castiel, but he also hadn't planned on waking up beside a complete stranger either. He felt Lyssa and Artie's eyes on him. He took a deep breath.

"Bobby and I summoned him last night. Turns out he claims to be an angel," Dean said.

"And you failed to mention this?"

"Look bobby headed home to get started on the research and I had to wait for your ass at the motel. I planned to tell you this morning but we got sidetracked."

"So, Castiel is an angel?"

"No, he isn't," Dean replied.

"Dean, denial isn't only a river in Egypt," Artie said.

"Funny. Now back to how you two know so damn much about us."

Artie looked at Lyssa. Her sister was playing with her bracelets. A sure sign that Lyssa was nervous, which meant it was up to Artie to come up with something.

"We're psychics," she blurted out the first thing that had popped into her head other then 'We saw it on TV'.

"Psychics?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

Lyssa placed her hand over her head. This day kept getting better and better. She just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Not that she'd stayed dead for long in Supernatural World. No, someone would make a deal and save her.

"Psychic witches, huh? Well, that certainly is a new one," Dean said pulling back onto the road.

"I told you we-," Artie started.

"Dean, really can't-," Sam added.

"Music. Now. Loud," Lyssa said shoving in the cassette tape and cranking the volume.

Sam, Artie and Dean stared at Lyssa as Bad Company's 'Movin' On' blared from the speakers. She lowered herself in the seat and rested her head on the back. She closed her eyes.

"Headache better?" Artie yelled over the music.

"Much, now shut up. No talking during Bad Company," Lyssa yelled back.

They drove on in silence just the blaring classic rock as company and their own thoughts on each other.