Calypso didn't sleep.

Not often, anyway. It was a habit that started after her mom died. She used to tuck Calypso in, promise her daughter that she'd always be there to protect her. No matter what.

When she died, Calypso no longer felt safe. Her mom wasn't there to protect her anymore. She was on her own. And she could never fall asleep, never make herself vulnerable to anything that lurked in the dark.

So the night that John Winchester finally called his children, Calypso was wide awake, staring into the early morning rays of sunlight.

She heard Dean's cellphone ring, but he wasn't waking up. All three had been awake the entire night the day before, cleaning up the vengeful spirit at the Roosevelt Asylum, so Sam and Dean were exhausted. But not Calypso.

Finally she heard Sam roll around in his bed. He could get the call, but not Calypso. It wasn't her phone, after all. She didn't use anyone's phone but hers.

Sam answered the phone, and Calypso heard the crumpling of blankets as he sat straight up. Calypso was already sitting up, leaning against the wall. She "slept" on the ground, as usual. She always refused to take a bed.

"Dad?" Sam asked. Calypso sat a little straighter, stunned. The boys hadn't had contact with their father since before he disappeared. Why was he calling now? "Are you hurt?"

There was silence as John replied, saying something Calypso couldn't hear.

"We've been looking for you everywhere," Sam said. Calypso noticed he didn't elaborate on what other things had happened, like the brothers adopting an inhuman creature as their sister. Now that she thought about it, John probably wouldn't be too thrilled about that. "We didn't know where you were, if you were okay."

Another pause. Calypso heard movement and looked over at Dean's bed, noticing that he was waking up.

"We're fine," Sam answered a question Calypso didn't hear. "Dad, where are you?"

She saw Dean sit straight up in his bed. Neither he nor Sam had looked over at Calypso yet, didn't know she was awake. Good. This seemed like it would be a personal discussion. She would pretend she was asleep during it, like she always did.

"What?" Sam asked his father. "Why not?"

"Is that Dad?" Dean asked, trying to understand what was going on.

There was a longer silence.

"You're after it, aren't you?" Sam asked, responding to a statement neither Calypso nor Dean had heard. "The thing that killed Mom."

It was a short pause, but it seemed to shock Sam nonetheless.

"A demon?" Sam asked, stunned. "You know for sure?"

Calypso furrowed her eyebrows. From the way this side of the conversation was going, it sounded as if John knew what killed his wife. A demon. Sam, Dean, and Calypso had faced one on an airplane once. It was her first flight, but she hadn't told them. She didn't want to bring up any questions. Still, the demon was tough to beat, and they could only send it back to Hell - or wherever it came from - to save the people on the plane. They couldn't kill it.

"A demon? What's he saying?" Dean asked, wanting to be in the loop.

"You know where it is?" Sam asked after a very long pause. Silence. "Let us help!" By 'let us help,' Calypso knew Sam meant just him and Dean. They'd probably drop her at the side of the road so that they could be with their dad again. She couldn't blame them, of course. Calypso was used to being shunted aside. Calypso heard nothing while John replied. "Why not?"

"Give me the phone," Dean told Sam, his arm outstretched. Sam, naturally, ignored him, and kept listening to his father. There was a long silence as John told his son something that Calypso and Dean couldn't hear.

"Names?" Sam asked. Calypso tilted her head to the side. This wasn't the direction she was expecting the conversation to go in. "What names, Dad—talk to me, tell me what's going on." Quiet. "No. Alright? No way."

"Give me the phone," Dean repeated. When Sam did nothing, Dean grabbed it out of his brother's hand. "Dad, it's me," he said. "Where are you?" His dad took a moment to reply. "Yes sir." Calypso looked up. That's strange. Why would anyone call their father 'sir'? "Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?"

It was only a couple minutes later when Sam and Dean "woke up," Calypso and the three piled into the car in the dark.

"Alright, so, the names Dad gave us, they're all couples?" Sam asked Dean, while Calypso faked a yawn in the backseat. Part of acting like she slept all night was pretending to be tired and take a long time to wake up in the morning. Otherwise they could catch on and ask questions she wasn't ready to answer.

"Three different couples. All went missing," Dean replied, playing with the pen and map he was holding. Like a few rare occasions before, he was sitting in the passenger seat and letting Sam drive.

"And they're all from different towns? Different states?" Sam asked.

"That's right. You got Washington, New York, Colorado-" Dean began.

"Completely different parts of the country," Calypso noticed.

"Exactly," Dean praised. She glowed with pride. "Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again."

"Well, it's a big country, Dean," Sam pointed out. "They could've disappeared anywhere."

"Yeah, could've," Dean agreed. "But each one's route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another after another."

"It's the second week of April, isn't it." Calypso said, pointing out the obvious.

"Yep," Dean said.

"So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?" Sam clarified, not sounding sold.

"Yahtzee," Dean told his brother, pointing at him without looking up. "Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man's a master." Calypso saw Sam's face go sour in the rear view mirror, as he pulled the car over and stopped. Oh, great. What now? "What are you doing?"

"We're not going to Indiana," Sam said calmly.

"What?" Calypso asked, confused. "We're not?"

"No," Sam replied. "We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code."

"Sam," Dean sighed.

"Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad's closing in, we've gotta be there. We've gotta help," Sam told him.

Calypso sunk down awkwardly in the backseat. She felt as if she was wearing neon lights saying, "Not part of this family! No clue what's going on!"

"Dad doesn't want our help," Dean pointed out.

"I don't care," Sam said.

"He's given us an order," Dean said.

"I don't care," Sam told his brother firmly. "We don't always have to do what he says."

"Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it's important," Dean told him, a dangerous tone in his voice. Calypso agreed with him, but could see Sam's point as well. This was the fight they'd been training for their entire lives, and their father was trying to make them stay out of it. But if they left, a couple would die in the next week. Neither was right, but neither was wrong.

"Alright, I understand, believe me, I understand," Sam said, trying to address Dean's side. "But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge."

"In one week a couple is going to be dead," Calypso pointed out. Sam's eyes rolled in the rear view mirror.

"Alright, look, I know how you feel," Dean said, attempting to sympathize.

"Do you?" Calypso could see Dean's shock at his brother's tone. Sam laughed bitterly. "How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?"

"Dad said it wasn't safe," Dean pointed, fighting back. "For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don't, so if he says to stay away, we stay away."

"I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man," Sam spat. "I mean, it's like you don't even question him."

"No, don't-" Calypso tried to interrupt before things got bad.

"Yeah, it's called being a good son!" Dean interrupted as if he didn't hear her. Sam got out of the car, slamming the door. Dean followed angrily.

"No, don't fight!" Calypso cried, quickly opening her door and following them. She positioned herself between the brothers, arms outstretched towards both of them. She watched helplessly as Sam began unloading his things from the trunk.

"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" Dean said, his voice pure fury. "You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks."

"That's what you really think?" Sam asked.

"Yes it is," Dean told him.

"No - please don't!"

The brothers ignored her.

"Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California," Sam said, putting on his backpack and beginning to walk away.

"Wait - come back!" Calypso cried.

"Come on, you're not serious," Dean called after him.

"I am serious," Sam replied, not turning back around.

Calypso was trying so hard to keep them together, but it just wasn't working. It was killing her.

"It's the middle of the night!" Dean protested. "Hey, I'm taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?"

Sam stopped walking and turned around.

"That's what I want you to do," Sam claimed. "You coming, Callie?"

"Wait - What?" she asked, stunned. She wasn't expecting him to invite her along.

"You told me you wanted to find out what you are," Sam told her. "I'm sure Dad will know."

"Or maybe she wants to save someone's life," Dean said pointedly. She looked between the two of them.

"Are you guys asking me to pick who I want to go with?" Calypso asked, shocked. They both nodded. "No! I'm not gonna choose!" she yelled. "No way! I'm not one of those idiotic girls from teenage romance novels! If you two are going your separate ways then - then so am I!"

This seemed to take them both by surprise.

"Where are you gonna go?" Dean asked, anger edging his voice. Calypso turned to him, eyes flashing.

"Like I'm gonna tell either of you two morons!" she said angrily. "Hell, I don't even know yet." She crossed her arms and looked determinedly away. Then she softened slightly. Calypso sighed. "But if you guys need me, just call, okay? I'll be there ASAP."

There was a pause.

"Fine," Dean agreed, bitterly. "Goodbye Sam, Callie."

Dean shut the trunk, then got in the driver's seat of his car and drove away, leaving Sam and Calypso standing alone.

"See you later, Sam," Calypso said.

"See you around, Callie," Sam told her.

Then they left, heading in opposite directions.

Calypso immediately felt guilty for not trying to keep the Winchesters together. No, instead of being the kind, faithful person she should be, Calypso walked away in a fit of anger. She ran away. That's what she always did when things were bad, she realized. She ran from her house, her new family, even her mom's funeral.

She still remembered that day well. Calypso had walked into the church in her small black dress, tears threatening to overflow from her eyes the moment she entered. She'd held her arms against her chest, trying to keep her heart from shattering. Her seat was the very first pew, right next to her father and aunt. The service hadn't started yet so people were walking up to her dad, saying the same thing each time.

"I'm sorry for your loss," a family friend had told her father, the fourteenth one to do so. Calypso was keeping track. Of course, none of the people ever told that to Calypso. They just silently judged her from afar. She could imagine what they were thinking.

That's the girl that caused Annabella's death, Annabella died because of her, and Annabella had so many years to go. Why did her daughter shorten it? were some of her main ideas.

She had kept quiet for most of the funeral, listening to people she didn't know talk about her mom, saying things about her that Calypso didn't know about until then.

Then it was time for Calypso to say a few words. She stood up, shaking, and slowly made her way up to the microphone, her hands clenched in the skirt of her dress. She waited for her uncle to finish speaking, but he motioned for her to join him by the microphone.

"My sister gave me a box six years ago," Uncle Seb said loudly, holding up a small, velvety black box."She told me to keep it safe at all costs, but never to touch what was inside, or she'd kill me. I still have no doubt that she would've if I'd ever so much as opened the box." There was polite laughter as Calypso wondered what was in the cube of velvet. "She told me that if anything were to ever happen to her, to give this to her daughter, that it was hers." Uncle Seb turned to his niece and spoke quietly so the microphone wouldn't pick it up. "If you don't want to open it now, that's fine, kiddo. You can wait if that's what's best."

Calypso gave a small shake of her head. She wanted to show everyone what was inside, that her mom cared for her, even if nobody else did. Well, almost nobody else. Uncle Seb seemed to be supportive of her.

"As Annabella wished, I now give the mystery box to Calypso, who can now open it," Uncle Seb announced, turning and placing the small parcel in Calypso's outstretched hands.

She'd wasted no time in wondering what it was. The box itself suggested jewelry, as did the weight. But she hadn't expected to snap the box open and find a locket.

She turned it around in her hands a couple of times, taking in the beauty of it, the shining purple gems coating the outside, then figured out how to slide the switch and open it. With a small click, the locket had swung open.

A lump had quickly grown in Calypso's throat as she saw her mom's beautiful, serene face smiling up at her. She looked up into the sea of unfriendly people, all looking the same, and a tear fell out of her left eye, traveling down her face in an unbroken line. Then another tear escaped. And another. Then she was full out crying.

Calypso had tried to look for her mom. Surely she would wipe away Calypso's tears, tell her that everything would be okay. It hit her like a bullet piercing her heart.

Her mom would never do that again.

Calypso hadn't even noticed that she'd sprinted out of the church and up the street, sobbing and lost in her sorrow. She needed to get away. She needed to get as far away from the funeral as possible. It wasn't happening. As soon as she got home, her mom would be there and hug Calypso and ask how school was and Calypso would lie and say it was fine. Everything that just happened was a dream. She would wake up and everything would be normal again.

But she hadn't woken up.

Looking back, she didn't remember running to the park and into the woods behind it. But that's exactly what she did. It had taken no time at all to find the place her mom had found for her, their secret clearing, and Calypso had knelt down, placing her hands on the large rock in front of her, the one she used to sit on, next to her Mom. She'd looked down and began to pray.

"Please, God, take care of Mommy," Calypso had said quietly, her voice wavering. "She is a good person." She smiled hopefully. "Make her an angel. Make her my angel, so she's still with me... Just-" Her voice broke and she started to sob. "Just don't let her forget about me, please. Please!"

Her head had fallen against her clasped hands when she realized she hadn't put the locket on yet. Calypso shakily placed it around her neck, feeling its weight against her chest. The weight she would constantly feel for the rest of her life.

She'd curled into a ball on the wet, mossy floor, staring up at the dark gray clouds blanketing the sky and cried into her skirt.

Calypso had nothing left. Nothing at all. Everything she had ever cared about was gone. Well, not everyone. Uncle Seb was still here. She cared about him. Not as much as she'd cared about her mom, but still a lot.

It was the day afterwards that she'd gotten the news. There was a car crash.

Uncle Seb was dead.

Calypso caught a bus into a town called Alolanel, Illinois, not wanting to be too far from Dean if anything went wrong. Sam was going to be with his dad, but Dean was alone, and that could be dangerous. But Calypso was gonna let him ask for her help, not the other way around.

Alolanel was a small, spread out town, and Calypso had no trouble finding her way around. She went into bookstore after bookstore, trying to find a good read, even if she had no money to buy it with. She eventually found herself wandering the streets after dark, lonely for the first time since she met the Winchesters, almost four months ago.

She walked around a small park, crossing her arms tightly around her chest. It was cold out, and she had left her jacket in the impala, certain that she would get back in the car. Of course, she hadn't, and was now stuck outside in the cold while Dean had her only jacket. Just her luck.

She noticed the cold was worse when she stood still, so Calypso kept walking in circles, trying her best to keep warm. It warmed her up a little, but not very much.

"Hey," a low voice said from behind her. "Kid,"

She turned around to see a tall police officer a few feet in front of her, looking warm. It made Calypso shake even more.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Calypso asked the man sweetly, blocking the effect the cold had on her voice.

"Shouldn't you be asleep in your bed?" the officer asked. "It's nearly one in the morning."

"Oh, yes," Calypso said, beginning to spin a brilliant lie. "I was going home right now."

"Funny, seeing as I watched you walk in circles for the past fifteen minutes," the officer said. Calypso froze. What was she supposed to say now? "So you tell me, are you a runaway?"

"N-No I just... I-" she stammered.

"Come with me," the cop sighed, reaching out for her arm. But when he should have connected with it, it was gone. Calypso had run, and was almost completely covered by trees by the time the cop looked for her. But the man still caught a glimpse.

She exited the park as quickly as she could, panting, and ran up the sidewalk. Her pace slowed down to a walk. The police would expect her to stay in the park, so she left it behind. As long as she kept her head down, they wouldn't find her.

Of course, that was exactly what she thought right before the police car rolled up next to her.

"One more time sweetie, what's your name?"

"Voldemort," Calypso answered sarcastically, the cop questioning her beginning to lose hope. They'd been going at it for hours, now. The female police officer, specializing in children and runaways, would ask a question, and Calypso would answer with a sarcastic remark and the rolling of eyes. Just acting like a typical teenager, really.

"Okay, okay," the cop said. "Maybe it's time for you to get some sleep. I'll escort you to your room for the night."

Calypso was silent as she was put into a small room that had a small window, unable to be opened, and a clock above the door. It was 5:30 pm. After Calypso had been taken to the police station, she was given a blanket to warm up with, and some food to eat. She'd accepted, of course, but didn't speak. Even when they brought in the gentle police officer to ask her questions, Calypso never considered telling them the truth, or anything near it. It made her a little bit proud, even if she was scared out of her mind.

She looked into the corner at the small, uncomfortable looking bed. There was nothing to do now but sleep, even if she didn't feel the need to. As she made her way to the lumpy bed, she wondered how Sam and Dean were doing. Did Sam find his dad yet? Was Dean finished with the case? Calypso couldn't exactly call them and ask anymore. The police didn't take her phone away, but they did say there were security cameras everywhere, and they'd know if she'd call or text anyone.

She didn't want to risk it.

Calypso did her best to make herself comfortable, but the bed was like straw poking into her back. Yet, somehow, her mind managed to ease its way into unconsciousness.

Calypso dreamed she was in a small cellar, two people, a blonde haired girl and a tall dark haired guy, standing with their backs to her. The guy looked familiar. Very familiar.

"Wait," Calypso said cautiously. "Dean?"

He turned around to face her, as did the blonde girl, shocked and frightened expressions on their faces. Dean's expression quickly melted into confusion.

"Callie?" he asked, trying to make sense of the situation. "How did you get here?"

"Well, I'm dreaming, so I can go wherever I want to go," she said, looking around. "But I don't recognize this place. Where am I?" She reached out, but her hand went through the wall. Great. She couldn't even touch anything.

"How did she-" the blonde girl asked in a panicky voice. "Dean?"

"It's okay, Emily, she's a friend," Dean said. Calypso looked at Emily, knowing she'd never seen her before. What kind of dream was this? "And Callie, you gotta listen to me, okay?" She nodded. "This isn't a dream." Calypso tilted her head. "I get it now. God, this makes so much more sense!" Calypso looked at him patiently, waiting for him to get to the point. "You're projecting your spirit out of your body."

There was a shocked silence.

"What?" she asked, stunned.

"It makes sense," Dean said. "When you first dreamed about me and Sam, you saw us hunting things at the exact time it happened. You said you went through everything, like you did now, and nobody could see you except those who were already dead, or close to it. That sounds exactly like a spirit. How you get it out of your body, though, I have no clue."

"Oh," Calypso said, biting her lip. So it wasn't a dream. But why were they in a cramped basement?

"Please tell me you're close to Burkitsville, Indiana," Dean told her.

"I'm only forty minutes away," Calypso told him.

"Okay you gotta get here immediately," Dean told her. "Can you do that?"

"Not really," Calypso said sheepishly. "I've kinda been arrested. I'm still thinking up an escape plan."

"You WHAT?"

"Hey, hey, no big deal," Calypso said soothingly. "I was caught for being a runaway. Been held since last night. I'll escape soon."

Of course, she was only saying that. Calypso had no chance of escaping, and she knew it. But she needed to keep their hopes up.

Dean quickly told her about the sacrificing to the scarecrow god in exchange for good crops and jobs in the town. Then he added that he and Emily were captured to be sacrificed next.

"So, you know, a little help here would be great," Dean concluded.

"No shit," Calypso said, ringing her hands. "And I just go through everything I touch right now, so I can't bust you out..." She thought for a moment, figuring out a good plan. "Okay, I think I know what to do. What's your last name?" she asked Emily.

"Johnson," the terrified girl answered quietly.

"Okay," Calypso said. "You two just-"

She was cut off by a hand shaking her awake.

"Miss, are you okay?" the same female police officer from before asked. "You were muttering in your sleep."

Calypso, noticing that her face was already in a desperate position, put her plan into action. She forced her eyes to water, sniffed a couple times as if she was holding back tears, and watched the police officer look at her, concerned.

"I just want to go home to Burkitsville," Calypso cried.

By some miracle, it worked. The cops bought it. How, she wasn't sure. In fact, she was terrified when they looked up her fake name, Emily Johnson, but the strange part was that the police officer told her that everything matched exactly what she said. The picture was even up to date.

That freaked Calypso out. She didn't look anything like Emily, yet the cops were so sure. Was this some kind of divine intervention? If it was, it came at the right time. They thankfully let her use her phone to call her brother to come pick her up and bring her home. She prayed that Sam would pick up the phone.

He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Sam, great, you picked up!"

"Callie?" Sam said, sounding relieved. "Thank God. I've been trying to call you for hours!"

"Look, I'm sorry I ran away," Calypso said, remembering the police officers watching her. "Please, would you let me come back home?"

"Huh?" Sam asked, sounding confused. Then it must have clicked. "Wait. Callie, were you arrested?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "I'm at the Alolanel, Illinois police station. They just had to help poor little Emily Johnson. Could you come pick me up? I'll explain everything when you get here."

"Yeah, I'm actually only a couple minutes away," Sam told her. "I'm on my way to Indiana. I think Dean's in trouble. Just stay put okay? I'll be there soon."

"Okay."

Sam wasn't lying when he said that he was only a few minutes away. It was no more than five minutes later that he strolled into the police station, looking exhausted.

"Emily!" Sam exclaimed, seeing Calypso sitting in one of the chairs.

"Sam!" Calypso said, standing up and smiling. It had been almost three days since she last saw him.

Sam quickly took care of the police questions, and then they were gone, out of the police station for good.

"What the hell, Callie!" Sam said angrily as he led her to his stolen car. "Why did you let yourself get arrested?"

Calypso didn't answer him. She stopped and looked straight ahead, a terrified look on her face. Sam looked around to see if she saw anything, but nothing unusual was happening. He turned back to her, concerned.

"Callie?" he asked gently. "You okay?"

She blinked a couple times and snapped out of it. She shivered and looked back at the police station before getting in the car and slamming the door.

"Sorry," Calypso said softly when Sam got into the driver's seat. "It's just... That was terrifying."

"What - getting arrested?" Sam asked, turning on the car. She nodded.

"I just kept thinking, 'they're gonna figure out who I am,' and I-" She put her head in her hands, sighing. "I'm just glad it's over with."

"Hey, you're okay," Sam told her, comforting his sister. She sat straight up. She had forgotten. How had she forgotten?!

"Yeah, I'm fine, but, listen, Dean needs our help!" Calypso exclaimed.

"What?"

Calypso explained how her spirit had visited Dean and found him on his way to be sacrificed.

"You're kidding," Sam said. Calypso shook her head. "Okay, you're not kidding." They were on the highway by now, speeding their way to Dean. "That's impressive, Callie. Nobody I've met before could do that."

"I think we've established by now that I'm not anything like the people you've met before," Calypso pointed out. Sam half-smiled. There was a pause. "When we find your dad, what if he doesn't let me stay with you guys?" she asked suddenly.

"He will," Sam tried to reassure her.

"But what if he doesn't?" Calypso persisted.

"Then Dean and I will have to hide you," Sam told her. "We won't abandon you, ever. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

Sam knew he wasn't supposed to hear Calypso whisper that statement, but he couldn't block it out. It left him wondering. Why didn't she trust anyone?

What had happened to her?

It didn't take long to find Dean and Emily, but it was already dark. Calypso was terrified that they were too late. She helped Sam find the right place, then searched through the orchard Dean told Calypso he would be in.

It took a few minutes, but when Sam and Calypso rounded a tree, they found Dean and Emily tied to two others.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Oh!" Dean said, relieved. "Oh, I take everything back I said. I'm so happy to see you. Come on." Sam began to untie Dean from the tree while Calypso went to help Emily. "How'd you get here?"

"I picked up Callie from the police after I, uh, stole a car." Sam admitted.

"Haha! That's my boy!" Dean said. "Callie, how did you get out of jail?"

"Oh, you know," Calypso started, almost done with Emily's ropes. "Little bit of lying." Dean raised his eyebrows. "Okay, a whole lot of lying," Calypso admitted, an uneasy feeling still in her stomach. The police should have easily known she was lying. Something wasn't right. She shouldn't have been released. Dean laughed.

"Nice," Dean praised. Calypso forced a smile. "And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute."

Calypso looked behind the tree, eyebrows furrowed. Then she gasped. Sam said it for her.

"What scarecrow?"

Dean got up, his ropes off him, and looked at the empty post, the ropes on it still swinging.

The scarecrow was out hunting.

And they were the prey.

They were running, Calypso staying in the back. That's where the thing would strike, and it would be much better for it to try to stab someone who can't be killed.

Dean explained how the pagan god possessing the scarecrow was connected to an old tree. It would only be killed if they burned the tree down.

"Alright, now, this sacred tree you're talking about—" Sam began.

"It's the source of its power," Dean explained.

"So let's find it and burn it," Calypso suggested.

"Nah, in the morning. Let's just shag ass before Leather Face catches up," Dean told her.

The four reached a clearing, hoping it was the way out. Then they heard rustling. Calypso turned around, terrified, as townspeople blocked their way. They were trying to trap them, to force them to be sacrificed.

"This way," Dean suggested, turning around. The rest followed, but they were blocked in all directions, flashlight beams shining on them. There was an ominous growl. The scarecrow. It was out there, somewhere, and it was impatient. Calypso looked around nervously, then realized that they were in the center of the circle, and therefore the safest. Were the townspeople really so naïve to realize the scarecrow wouldn't hesitate to take them, too?

"Please," Emily begged. "Let us go."

"It'll be over quickly, I promise," an old man in front of them said calmly. It seemed like he knew the girl.

"Please," she pleaded once more.

"Emily, you have to let him take you. You have to—"

It was sudden. One moment the man was talking, and the next a bloody sickle forced its way through his stomach. The man's mouth opened in his last desperate gasp for air as Emily and the woman next to the now dead man screamed, but Calypso expected it. What did they think was going to happen if they surrounded the four?

The woman next to the man who was stabbed was then pulled away by the scarecrow, dragged away with the dead man. Emily ran into Dean's arms while she heard the woman screaming. Emily knew them both, Calypso realized. This was especially hard on her. Calypso vaguely noticed that the other townspeople ran away in fright.

"Come on, let's go," Dean said, pulling Emily along.

The four began running away, hopefully back to the impala, when they heard the growling from the scarecrow. But when they turned around, the scarecrow and its victims had disappeared.

The next morning, the group revisited the orchard with gasoline and a lighter. They were going to burn the sacred tree down and kill the scarecrow, and town, for good. They walked around the orchard for a while to search. It was so bright and sunny it was almost as if the night before never happened, until they found the tree. Calypso exchanged a look with Sam and Dean, then took the container of gasoline and carefully poured it on the tree. It was almost as if she was watering it, except for the smell. She turned back around to see Dean pick up a long branch and set it on fire, using the lighter.

"Let me," Emily told him, taking the branch from Dean.

"You know, the whole town's gonna die," Dean told her, giving her a fair warning.

"Good," Emily said fiercely. She threw the burning branch onto the tree coated in gasoline and all four of them watched it go up in flames, not speaking.

Another job well done.

After the tree burned down, Sam, Dean, and Calypso took Emily to the bus stop. She was going as far away as she could, to Boston. Emily smiled at Dean and Calypso as she boarded the bus and they waved. Emily waved back before walking into the bus and taking a seat. It was silent as Sam, Dean, and Calypso watched the bus leave.

"Think she's gonna be alright?" Sam asked.

"I hope so," Dean said.

"And the rest of the townspeople are just gonna get away with it?" Calypso asked, angry that a greater punishment wasn't given. She had always believed that anyone who did something bad to someone should suffer just as much as the person they hurt, if not more. If it was her decision, she'd burn the town to the ground.

"Well, what'll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough," Dean said, but Calypso could tell he agreed with her. They began walking to the impala. "So, can I drop you two off somewhere?"

"No, I think you're stuck with me," Sam said. Calypso smiled and nodded in agreement. They stopped at the car.

"What made you change your mind?" Dean asked Sam. He already knew why Calypso would stay. Because he and Sam weren't forcing her to choose one or the other. She was independent that way.

"I didn't," Sam began to explain. "I still wanna find Dad. And you're still a pain in the ass." Dean nodded, pleased with the description of him. "But, Jess and Mom—they're both gone. Dad is God knows where. You, me, and Callie. We're all that's left. So, if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together."

Calypso was stunned to hear her name in Sam's mini speech. Yeah, she felt like their little sister, but she wasn't completely sure they felt the same way. But now she was reassured that she was a part of their tight knit family, even if they hardly knew her.

Dean paused.

"Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful," Dean said sarcastically. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder jokingly, and his brother hit it away. They all laughed, Calypso included.

"You should be kissing my ass. You were dead meat, dude," Sam said, going to the passenger seat of the car while Calypso went to the back.

"And who was it that told you where he was?" Calypso asked innocently with a smile. Sam laughed. "So, you know, I technically saved Dean Winchester from certain death," she finished dramatically. But Calypso couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing, the Winchesters joining her in a moment.

"Yeah, right," Dean said. "I had a plan, I'd have gotten out."

"Totally," Calypso said, smiling and playing along.

And they got in the car and drove off, ready to find their next hunt.