"I've called seven times, Dean," Sam objected. "If he was going to answer his phone he would have by the fifth time at least."

Sam rode in the passenger seat, holding a map and navigating for his brother. Dean took up the role of Dad-caller, steering with one hand and dialing John's number over and over with the other. Adi sat quietly in the backseat, considering all of her options. She could easily open a door and jump out; but she had already pulled a stupid stunt the night before, so she decided against that route. She could shoot them both…but she knew she couldn't really commit cold hard murder. She had suggested that to herself back when John was in the picture, and if she couldn't kill her father she knew she couldn't kill her brothers.

"Give it up, man." Sam mumbled. "We've been at this for hours. And we're just getting more and more lost."

"We're not lost, Sammy," Dean protested. "And we're not giving up. We need answers, and we need 'em ASAP."

Adi screeched as a figure emerged from the cornfield on the left hand side of the road. Dean slammed on the breaks, barely missing whoever – or whatever – had jumped out in front of the Impala. All three jumped out of the car, Dean and Sam with their handguns, and Adi with her heart in her stomach.

Dean knelt next to the woman who laid motionless on the asphalt. "She's dead," Dean breathed.

Adi peeked over Dean's shoulder as Sam shone a flashlight on the woman's face. Adi's throat clenched; as soon as she found air, she sucked it in hard.

"You okay?" Sam concerned.

Adi couldn't form words. She shook her head profusely, keeping her eyes locked on the lifeless woman.

Dean turned around and faced Adi. "Hey, kid," He insisted urgently, "you've gotta breathe. C'mon, in and out."

Adi shook her head harder and let out a breath that turned into a cough. She breathed in and out harshly, unable to find rhythm in an "in and out" pattern.

"Talk to me," Dean insisted. "Are you hurt?"

Adi shook her head and drew in a sharp breath.

"I—I know th—tha—t woman," she gasped.

"Who is she?" Dean inquired.

Adi's gaze locked on the woman's glassy eyes; her petite nose, obviously broken; her lips, dry and cracked; the lines around her mouth, the wrinkles next to her eyes, the creases on her forehead…she resented aging, and did all she could to hide it, but Adi recognized her even without all of the makeup she plastered on daily.

"That's my mom," Adi whispered.

Dean and Sam exchanged a look as Adi knelt down next to her mother's body. She cradled Natalia's head in her arms and suddenly felt the weight of the world drop onto her. She sobbed silently, each breath out making no sound and each breath in barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry," she whispered over and over into Natalia's ear. Dean and Sam stepped back, allowing Adi a few last moments with her mother, and keeping watchful eyes out for anything that might have been following Natalia in her last moments of life.

After another few minutes had passed and Adi had shed all of the tears she had to cry, she stood up shakily. Sam rushed to her side, offering her a hand; her knees gave out and she collapsed on him, the weight she held in her heart practically toppling her over.

Dean examined Natalia's body more thoroughly, searching for any evidence he and Sam could use. He singled in on a strange bite mark on her neck.

"Sam," Dean started, "I don't think I killed her." He pulled out his phone and took photos of the bite mark, showing them to Sam.

"What do you think it is?" Sam asked.

"I can give ya 'bout twelve different things I think it could be," Dean concluded, "and all of 'em are things we don't want to wait around for."

Sam helped Adi lean against the Impala when she had found her strength. She slipped in and out of a right mind, unsure of how to wrap her mind around recent events. She felt as if she was living in a nightmare with no hope of waking up.

"I—if my mom was h—here," Adi stammered, "wh-where's my sister?"

Neither Dean nor Sam knew exactly how to respond without sending Adi back into a fit of sobs.

"That's what we're out to find next." Dean replied.

Adi drew in a deep breath and stared with teary eyes at Dean. "What do we do with her body?"

Dean shook his head and scanned over Natalia.

"Dean," Sam whispered, "she deserves to make the choice."

Dean nodded and replied, "We can bury her, or we can take her with us."

"What, for experimentation or something?" Adi was horrified.

"No, no, of course not," Sam shook his head. "Sometimes…there's a possibility she could…turn into something. Depending on what she was bitten by."

"So she might still be alive in there," Adi questioned, "But she won't be herself anymore."

"Exactly." Sam replied. "In which case, we would have to…"

Dean placed a hand on his brother's arm and nodded in Adi's direction. She was holding her breath again, taking an occasional shallow breath, trying desperately to hold back more tears.

"We won't do anything you don't want us to." Dean assured her.

Adi thought hard, but she knew there wasn't much time. She nodded at Sam and Dean.

"Burn her."

Dean and Sam both carried Natalia's body to the back of the car. Dean sped off to a clearing in the field, where the corn wouldn't catch on fire. The brothers pulled a can of gasoline from the trunk along with the body. Adi watched as they laid her on the dirt and soaked her in the flammable liquid.

"You don't have to watch." Sam whispered.

"I know," Adi nodded. "But I'm not backing out now."

Dean flicked the flame on his pocket lighter, and threw it on the body, stepping back as the flames grew higher by the second. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and it was all Adi could do to not throw up.

Sam placed a hand on Adi's back as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She showed no emotion, but she felt all of it.

"I'm sorry, Adi," Sam empathized.

Adi nodded and stared out the window as Dean drove away from the scene.

"Yeah. Me too,"

Dean's phone buzzed. Sam picked it up and sighed heavily.

"Guess who."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Dad?"

Sam nodded. Adi spoke up from the backseat, her voice drenched in fury.

"Let me talk to him."

Sam passed the phone back to Adi, who held it up to her ear but said nothing.

"Dean?" John called from the other end. "I found Natalia, and she's in danger."

Adi fumed. "You obviously didn't do the greatest job saving her, asshat!"

Silence. Then, "Adelaide?"

"Allow me to explain: I just watched my mother burn and I'm not sure who to blame; you, or the thing that bit her."

"I'm sorry—"

"Are you? Or are you sorry you failed a hunt?"

"Where are my sons?"

"They aren't talking to you, I am. And I want answers. What the hell killed my mother?"

John sighed. "I don't know. I'm—"

"I don't want your half-assed apologies," Adi interrupted. "I want your honesty for once. Who was after her and why?"

"Adelaide, I swear to you, I don't know anything. I'm still searching."

"You'd better hurry, because my sister is out there and if I have to burn her too, I'm coming after you next."

"Hey," Dean prompted, motioning for Adi to give him the phone. She hesitantly agreed, thrusting the phone back into Dean's open palm.

"Dad," Dean inquired, "Me and Sammy have some questions too."

"Hit me," John sighed, "I can't possibly get any more beat up."

"For real," Dean assured him, "We want to know what happened back in ghost town. Those explosions weren't made by humans, were they?"

"No," John replied. "Angels did that."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Angels?"

"Angels?" Dean echoed into the phone. John affirmed, "They don't mind creating chaos when they're trying to get something done."

"What were they out for?" Dean inquired.

"Well," John started, "I wish I could tell ya. But this one won't talk."

Dean was speechless. He made eye contact with Sam and stared, until he remembered he was driving and had to keep his eyes on the road.

"What you're saying is…you captured an angel?"

Adi and Sam were taken aback. They craned their necks, trying to listen in to John's end of the conversation.

"Yeah," John confirmed. "But he's not talking, no matter what I do to him."

"He's torturing an angel," Adi mouthed to Sam, who shrugged confusedly.

"Wait," Dean questioned, "You have a real angel with you…and you're torturing it to get it to talk."

"Yeah," John replied, "but nothing's working. This bastard's clammed shut."

Dean scoffed. "You're so going to hell for this, Dad."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." John replied.

There was a loud scream on John's end of the phone. Dean brought the phone away from his ear, the sudden noise surprising him unpleasantly.

"Dad?" Dean shouted.

"That was him," John replied. "I'll call you back when I get some answers out of this SOB."

"Wait, don't—"

John ended the call before Dean could protest. Dean tossed the phone to Sam.

"Track it," Dean demanded. "We're not waiting for him this time."