A/N: I only own Hope and Joshua.

Heart thumping loudly in her ribcage, Hope struggled to think of what to do. There was a thick ring of salt lining the edge of their bed, but if they couldn't get to a phone, Sam and Dean would be walking into a trap.

"Hope? What's wrong with Bobby?" Joshua whispered, terrified out of his mind.

"It's not Bobby, kiddo. It's a demon controlling his body, okay? Whatever happens, it's NOT Bobby. You hear me?"

Joshua nodded mutely just as Bobby ran at them with a silver blade, launching to a halt once he reached the salt line. Hope forced a bitter smile to her face. "Hiyah. You want salt with that?"

Bobby growled quietly, giving Hope the best death-stare ever. Remembering something they'd done at a few motels, Hope started moving around the bed, her wings puffed up for balance, casting an eerie shadow over her blue tank top. Running her fingers lightly along the side of the mattress, she found what she was looking for. Reaching a hand inside a small hole, she pulled out her knife. Spinning it in her hand in a fighting stance, she turned back to face Bobby. Did she have the guts to stab him if it came to it? Glancing at the winged boy huddled against the headboard of the bed, her face hardened. She had to protect her small friend.

"Listen up, you grimy bastard," Hope declared, looking into Not-Bobby's eyes. "Get the hell out of my friend, or I'll slice you to ribbons."

The demon possessing the wizened hunter chuckled, sending pins and needles up Hope's spine. "You won't, actually. Because Bobby is still awake in here, bless… well, damn his little soul. His mind is reeling, and I can't wait to use him to kill you precious little pieces of flesh. Let him know how it feels to kill a child."

Hope felt bile rising up in her throat, but forced it down. Relaxing her fighting stance, she realized she had no chance of getting to a phone. Suddenly, she jumped as Joshua poked her leg. Turning to face him, she saw him point to the open motel room window. He whistled softly, and a black starling flew in and landed next to him on the bed.

Joshua climbed up and whispered in Hope's ear as Not-Bobby paced the end of the bed, glaring daggers. "Peel the grip on your knife off."

Dumbstruck, Hope did as he instructed, peeling off the leather with the pentagram etched into it. Handing him the long strip of leather and her knife, Hope watched as the boy cut the leather and tied it to the starling's leg. Whistling once more, Joshua sent the starling whizzing back out the grimy window.

"You can talk to 'em?" Hope asked, slightly awed.

Joshua nodded, glancing nervously at the demon. "Some don't listen, though."

/H/

A half-hour later, Hope sat cross-legged with Joshua in her lap, watching Not-Bobby as he sat on the edge of a bed. Suddenly the well-loved purr of the Impala's engine pierced the strained quiet of the motel room. Smirking, Not-Bobby crouched beside the door. Adrenaline began pumping through her limbs.

As the door knob began to turn, Hope yelled, "Door left! It's not Bobby!" and leapt off the bed and ran to Dean's, gathering his duffel in her arms. She barely made it back onto her bed before Not-Bobby was right there, glaring daggers.

"Hey, demon scum!" Suddenly Dean and Sam were standing directly behind Not-Bobby, Dean with the colt and Sam with Ruby's knife. "Hope, get the Spray out of the bag and draw out a trap."

Kissing Joshua's head reassuringly, Hope flipped through a book until she found the page where a devil's trap was drawn out. Pulling out a bottle of black spray paint, she set to work drawing out the trap in the center of the room while Sam and Dean held Not-Bobby at gun/knife-point. When she was finished, Hope dragged a chair to the center. Taking Not-Bobby roughly by the shoulder, Dean sat him down in the middle of the chair. Hope sat back on her bed with Joshua.

"Okay, let's start with the easy questions," Dean started, pacing back and forth in front of Not-Bobby. "What's your name, and why did you come here?"

With an eye-roll that was distinctly un-Bobby-like, the demon smirked, "My name is Vetis. And I came here for them." He pointed at Hope and Joshua. "Preferably the girl, but we're not picky." As soon as he said his name, Hope was flipping through the book again.

"Vetis," she said aloud, "The demon of corruption?"

Vetis smirked and splayed his hands out from his body, "What can I say? I like soiling perfection." He cocked an eyebrow at Hope, who grimaced at his implications.

"Hey hey hey. Eyes on me, Perv." Dean turned Vetis's head with the nozzle of the colt. If looks could kill, Vetis would be a bubbling puddle on the floor.

Sighing dramatically, Vetis rolled his eyes. "Okay." He sits forward, "I'm bored. I work for Abaddon. She's after these kids cuz their father killed her… lover."

Hope looked at him with wide eyes. "Our- our father? Wait. So, Josh and I are brother and sister?"

Vetis looked at her incredulously. "Seriously? Don't you see the resemblance? Of course, if little Joshie's eyes hadn't changed, they'd be blue." Hope wrapped her arm tightly around Joshua's shoulders.

Sniffing, Dean took the book from Hope and handed it to Sam. "You know what, I'm done. Sam, get this son of a bitch out of Bobby."

A/N: Okay, so…. I'm sorry this is so short; it was REALLY hard to spit out. And Aw! SIBLINGSES! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!