Back on the road they went, driving toward South Dakota where Sam and Dean said their friend Bobby Singer lived.

Sure, Brian was skeptical about just leaving Janice's body there, at the motel, but Dean and Sam insisted they go that night, before the cleaning lady came in. So Brian left the closest thing he ever had to a love. And now he was getting farther and farther away, he felt like he was stretching his heart across the states. He felt the stretch at each state line, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and South Dakota. They pulled into a car cemetery, where there was a house with a man standing outside.

The man was of average height, he was wearing a trucker hat and a plaid shirt. He had a beer belly, and a rough brown beard that was graying a bit. He was your average redneck American, all wrapped up with a beer can in his hand. Dean pulled up along the front of the house and turned off the engine.

The four men got out of the car and started toward the front porch of the house where the man stood.

"Hey boys," he said, holding up the can in greeting. "Cas told me you were comin'. I got the guest room all made up so if the four of you wanna get some sleep yer more than welcome."

"Right," Dean said, stomping past the man. "Thanks Bobby."

Sam walked up behind Dean into the house. Brian and Chris approached Bobby.

"Um, Mr. Singer," Brian said, extending his hand. "My name is Brian O'Reilly."

"Bobby," Bobby said, shaking Brian's hand. "Call me Bobby, nice to meet ya Brian." He looked at Chris. "And you are?"

"My names Chris," Chris said, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet ya kid. Go ahead inside I have... cookies or something in there." He turned and walked inside.

"Cookies..." Chris said simply. "What is with these Hunters and being able to tell the difference between a homicide and a monster sighting but not being able to tell the difference between a 17 year old and a 7 year old."

Brian chuckled and walked into the house. He looked around and saw nothing of interest, there were whiskey bottles and beer bottles and cans littered around the house. There were hundreds of books spread all over the place. Brian continued into the kitchen, there were the ordinary kitchen things, table, oven, fridge, and counters. Next to the table however were things that weren't all that normal, phones labeled with government organizations. FBI, CIA, D.E.A, Homeland security, and so on.

"Those are for any suspicious characters," Bobby explained, following Brian's line of sight. "The boys give people my card and when they call I act as the boys' director."

"Clever," Brian said approvingly. He looked around and saw a six pack of cold ones on the counter.

"Help yourself," Bobby said, again following Brian's line of sight. "There's plenty more where that came from. Chris I have, uh, juice?"

"Bobby," Chris said, shaking his head. "I am 17, not 5. I can have soda like a big boy."

"Right," Bobby said, what was showing of his face growing red. He went over to the fridge and pulled out a Pepsi and threw it to Chris, who fumbled, but caught it.

"Hello," came a voice from the back wall. Everyone jumped and turned to see Castiel leaning against the wall.

"Cas!" Bobby yelled. "Now we got ourselves a party!"

"Chris, Brian, why don't you come with me." and Cas walked into the living room, followed by a curious pair. "Sit down."

Brian and Chris sat on the couch and looked up at the angel. Who turned and looked at them.

"So Brian," Castiel started. "I heard about the offer made to you by Raphael."

"Oh," Brian said, looking down. "Yeah."

"Uhm, what offer?" Chris asked.

"Well, apparently Raphael visited Brian before coming to you. While you were outside speaking to Death." Chris looked at Brian, eye brows raised. "He wanted Brian to join his side of the Heavenly Civil War. He wanted him to sabotage our attempts to kill the Mother of All."

"What? Why?" Chris asked, the Winchesters were now listening in, along with Bobby.

"The Mother of All wants to kill humanity, Raphael thinks it would be the perfect thing to throw me off. Therefore giving him the upper hand in the war."

"And," Brian piped up. "I told him no, and that is why he... he..." His voice broke.

"And that is why he killed Janice," Cas finished for him. "And then he came to you because he figured you would sabotage us. But he didn't expect us all to come running in, so he made up that story of being there to kill you."

"Why would I do that?" Chris said, looking angry, "I would be just as dead as everyone else if we failed to kill the Mother of All."

"He didn't expect you to be that smart," Castiel said.

"So let me get this straight," Dean spoke for the first time. "That damn ninja turtle tried to get Brian to join him, and when he wouldn't he went to Chris? What a man whore."

"Yes, and now we have a new obstacle. I have gotten word that Eve has been staying in a small Texan town called Eden."

"I wonder if she's got a garden," Dean said.

"Yeah," Chris said, "bet she's got quite the bush collection."

Everyone looked at Chris and started laughing, except Castiel who probably doesn't even know how to laugh...

They left the next day at 6a.m, making sure to grab the bottle of Phoenix ashes from the old west. Brian was exhausted but he didn't complain, he knew they had a long way to go and so little time.

They were making good time, seeing as how Dean was able to speed and somehow not get pulled over. It only took them a day and a half to get to a motel just outside of Eden. They checked in, one room this time, and they all decided who would get the beds. Brian, obviously, because he was the one who was going to be the one to, as Dean put it, gank the Mother of All. And Dean got the other because he pulled the "I was driving for almost 2 days straight" card.

"It was only 1 and a half days," Sam muttered grudgingly as he lay on the floor using his shoes as a pillow and his sweatshirt as a blanket.

The next day Brian rose to find the other bed empty, Sam sleeping with his ass in the air and his tongue hanging out in his shoe. Chris was sleeping on his stomach, shirt only on one arm and legs spread wide, glasses askew on his face. Dean was nowhere to be found but Brian figured he would be okay.

He got up and snuck over to the bathroom to take a shower, by the time he had done that, brushed his teeth, and shaved, Dean had come back with breakfast from a nearby diner. It was a 5 star meal in a 0.000001 star motel. It had everything, bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes, waffles, homefries, the works. He had even set up the table with plates and everything.

"Well," Dean said, "it's not exactly white picket fence material, but it'll do, huh?"

"Yeah," Brian said, nodding. "It looks great Dean, you really out did yourself. Maybe we should wake these two up?"

"Nah," Dean said, sitting down. "Let 'em sleep. They might need all the rest they can get."

"What about you," Brian inquired. "Why are you up so early?"

"Nerves, same as you I suppose. The Mother of All bitch is really getting to me. I mean, I don't know if she's stronger than Lucifer, but to create all the monsters in the world I assume so. I mean, how do we even use the friggin' ashes on her?"

"Coat the bullets in the stuff maybe?"

"That would weigh them down, making it harder to aim."

"Hmm, maybe the same way you get a demon out of someone, shove the shit down her gullet."

"Maybe, but how the hell are we gunna get that close to her?"

Dean made an excellent point... unless...

"Maybe I can sneak up on her," Brian said. "Maybe that's why God wanted me on this as well, maybe she can't sense me like she can you, Sam, and Chris."

Dean thought about it for a few minutes, by that time Chris and Sam were awake, Sam was in the shower and Chris ate while waiting for Sam to get out of the shower. Chris had heard everything Dean and Brian had said in the last 10 minutes, so pretty much the whole conversation.

"I guess that could work," Dean said as Sam emerged from the bathroom. Chris didn't budge from his spot though, and this concerned Dean. "You okay, kid?"

"Why did God say I should come with you guys," He said to the air.

"Well," Sam answered, "maybe he thought you would be a valuable asset in the team."

"Bullshit... I mean, I haven't killed a single friggin' thing. I never used that knife, not once. It's completely clean. What purpose am I here for?"

"Mascot?" Dean suggested, in such a serious tone you knew he was trying to be funny. "Cheerleader maybe? We... we could get you little pompoms and an outfit with Winchesters on the chest. And you could do little cheers." He made fist pumping motions. "1-2-3-4, kick that bitch right out the door. 5-6-7-8, put her right in-to hell's gate."

Chris snorted with laughter and got up, obviously Dean had cheered him up and he started toward the bathroom, and then stopped at the door, he turned and looked at Dean.

"Maybe you should be the cheerleader," he said, grinning, "you cheered me right up..."

It was now nearly 9a.m. The Winchesters, Brian, and Chris were all on their way to Eden, and possibly their deaths. Although they knew their deaths might be near, they couldn't help being cheerful. Dean had Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" blasting and they were all sing, rather badly, along with it. Brian realized there was no where he would rather be than here, with his own type of people. And he figured, hell, if he survived this he might become a hunter himself. Not with Dean and Sam obviously, they seem to have too much on their plates to deal with a new man, but on his own, maybe pick up a partner along the way, have Bobby Singer make him up some badges and give him cards to his phones.

Of course, that was only if they lived...

They had crossed the town line of Eden, Texas. They were in enemy territory, danger around every corner... but...

"This place is a friggin' ghost town," Dean said slowly, looking around at the deserted buildings and shops.

"That's how you know something is up," Sam said.

"He's right," Brian said, looking at his watch. "It's quarter of 10, the streets and sidewalks should be filled with people."

"And there's also the lack of Reapers," Chris pointed out, of course the only other person who could see that was Brian. "There should be one somewhere around don't you think?"

"Yeah," Brian agreed, looking around. There was no one, no one, around. Ghost town couldn't even describe it, because there weren't even any ghosts. It was more like a lifeless wasteland.

They drove for a while until they reached what looked like a greenhouse, but it was overrun with plants, you could hardly tell there was a building there. Dean looked at each of the 3 others in turn.

"What do you think," Dean asked when his eyes rested on Sam. "The Garden of Eden seems like a good enough place to start."

"Yeah," Sam said, nodding in agreement. "Let's check it out."

They pulled up alongside the greenhouse and all got out of the car.

"She's here," Brian said, more to himself than to the other 3. "I can feel her."

"Well Chris get your pompoms out," Dean said. "We're about to play one hell of a game in there..."