The coordinates take Sam to an abandoned house about 20 miles away from where they started. He has no idea what to expect when he gets there, but the best thing he can do is jump in right away. Unfortunately, a thorough sweep of the place leaves him empty handed. He wonders if the spell worked right, or if Mary wrote it down correctly. Out of ideas, he calls Cas.

"How's Dean?"

"He has recovered but it's rather messy."

The sound of Dean continuously vomiting can still be heard in the back. Sam winces. "Ooh," he says "Tell Dean I'm sorry when he comes around. But listen, I went to the place and it ended up being an old house. I've looked through the whole building but I haven't been able to find anything. Do you think you can come over here and help me? Maybe I've missed something."

"Yes, I can do that." Cas moves the phone away from his face and asks Dean if he's willing to come with. He retches a bit more but says, "Yeah, y-yeah I'm coming, too. No way I won't help find my baby girl."

"We will be there momentarily," says Cas. He hangs up and in moments, he and Dean appear right next to Sam. They're outside of the house.

"You feeling alright there, Dean?" Sam asks with a sad smile.

"Been better," Dean groans, holding his stomach. "But I gotta find her. Doesn't matter how I feel."

"I agree," says Cas. The three of them head into the house and begin to search the whole thing again. They nearly wind up where they started, but when Cas walks into the basement cellar, he stops moving.

"What is it?" Sam asks. Cas sniffs the air.

"She was here," he says.

"What? She was?!" Dean gasps. He starts to look around the room frantically. "Where'd she go? What happened?"

Cas appears to be on a mission as he scans the room, much more methodically than Dean. He goes to one far corner and squats down. "Here," he says, picking up a little thing.

"What is that?" Sam asks.

"It appears to be…lemon grass, snake skin, holy water and…" he holds it to his nose and inhales. "Mary's blood."

"Her blood?!" Dean yelps. "Like she's been hurt?"

"No, I believe this was her own doing. It would seem that this object is bound to the ritual we performed. It's what you might call a 'homing device.'"

"How did we never know about this?" Sam asks, but Dean isn't concerned about those things right now, even if it is a legitimate question. There will be time for that later.

"But why isn't it on her anymore?" Dean asks.

Cas doesn't answer any of the questions. He's too busy holding the item close to his chest, eyes closed, trying to send out angel radio to find his daughter. It's risky, since if any angels are in the area they will hear it too and blow their cover, but at this point Cas has to take that chance. He calls out her name, over and over, trying to see how far it can go. Once Sam and Dean realize what he's doing, they sit quietly and wait. That's all they can do.

"Do you think it's true? Do you think mother and father don't love me?"

Mary has a bed now. She has a big, fluffy pink bed and a large desk for all of her drawings. She even has a big bookshelf and a giant stuffed giraffe. Crowley is about to kill himself. "It will be worth it," he keeps telling himself.

But he's not here right now. Mary is alone. Except for her little hellhound, who sits on the bed with her. She pets him over and over, even though Crowley has told her not to.

"They've been saying they love me my whole life, and I've only met Mr. Crowley a couple hours ago. Who should I trust?" The hellhound growls a little and nibbles on her finger. "No, don't do that! I don't want you to do that—um—I guess I should name you."

Her door opens and Crowley comes in looking pleased with himself. "Hello, darling," he says. "How's the room doing for you? I have to say, all of this pink is quite macabre."

"It's nice. Thank you, Mr. Crowley."

"I don't want you to thank me."

"Why not?"

"Because it's too nice."

"But I like being nice."

Crowley sighs. "You have so much to learn still."

"About what? I thought I was smart."

"You are. But…hmm…here, would you mind taking a little walk with me?"

"Okay. Mr. Dog, you need to stay here, and be good!"

Crowley rolls his eyes. Mary points at the hellhound, pretending to be stern with him so Crowley might be happy with her, then follows him out. They take a different direction down the hallway.

"Tell me, Mary, did your mother teach you anything about the brutal carnage that angels have inflicted upon the human race?"

"Brutal carnage?"

"Oh, yes. Don't you remember from all that Bible reading you've done? Angels are warriors. They're savages, really. You come from a long line of bloodthirsty, cruel creatures."

"I thought demons were the only mean things?"

"Oh, no, no. Angels are much worse. In fact, most demons are terrified of them. That's how nasty they are."

"Then…" Mary frowns as they keep walking. He takes her to a large hall that has a couple tables in it.

"So have you realized where we are yet?" Crowley asks her, looking smug.

"No?"

"You don't know what I'm king of yet?"

"No?"

"Hell, Mary. You're in Hell."

"What?! Did I die?"

"Oh hush, hush. You haven't died. Nephilim don't die, didn't you know that?"

"I don't die?"

"No, darling," Crowley says with a chuckle. "You hit 20 then you look like that forever. Not a bad deal, hm?"

"I guess…"

"Cheer up, love. You'll have a better life down here. Think about it; no lying parents, no nasty angels, no stupid humans. Doesn't it sound lovely?"

"Maybe."

"I want you to do something for me."

"Alright."

"You see, aside from your sissy, magical hippie powers, you have the brutal, warmonger ones as well. I want you to learn how to use them."

"Okay…"

Crowley motions to an entity that Mary can't see and a door on the side of the hallway opens up. A couple demons come bumbling out but when they see Mary, they freeze.

"An angel?!" one gasps.

"Not an angel, you twit," Crowley hisses. Then he grins. "Far worse. Get rid of it. Now."

"Yes, Sir Crowley!" the demons all agree in unison. At once, they lunge at Mary. She squeals and steps back. One has a knife that he tries to stab her with, but she manages to jump out of the way each time. Another starts punching and kicking, but she sidesteps and ducks all of them. She can use her size to her advantage and with a brain like that, they're hardly any match. But then one move goes wrong and she gets stabbed in the arm.

"AAAH!" she cries out.

"Use your nasty powers, Mary," Crowley cheers her on like a perverted cheerleader. "You can do it."

Mary takes a punch to her little gut and chokes. She inhales sharply and begins to glow with a brilliant grey. The demons hiss and cry, shielding their eyes but they continue to hit her. Then Mary gets angry. Her eyes open up wide and they glow, she sends out a sharp sine-wave and the demons suddenly—just—explode.

The energy leaves her body and she settles again, even though she's bleeding from a few places and in considerable pain. Crowley, on the other hand, is covering his eyes with his palm and grinning ear to ear. He slowly lowers his hand and claps a few times. "There you go," he says. "How hard was that?"

"I'm in pain," Mary cries.

"Wounds heal. Go back to your room."

"Okay…"

She trudges back down the hall, stepping through blood and hearing the voices being tortured. Hell? She thinks. It truly is. And this is where dad was? Uncle Sammy, too…

When she returns to her room, Mr. Dog is sitting by the door. He smells the blood on her and jumps up. "No!" she shouts, throwing him off. He's flung across the room and hits the wall with a cry. "I'm sorry!" she quickly apologizes and runs up to him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dog! I'm just so heated right now and it hurts. Everything hurts. And I…"

Then she breaks down and starts to cry. Mr. Dog carefully licks the blood from her wounds and she pets him gently. "I want my mother," she sniffles. "And I want my father, even if they don't love me."

Mary turns Mr. Dog's head away from her arm and lays two fingers over the cut. It heals up instantly but she keeps crying. "I want my mother…"

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…

A tiny ringing hums in her right here. Mr. Dog shakes his head. "What was that?" Mary asks aloud. She listens harder and she hears it again.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…

"Mother?"

That's definitely the same frequency as Cas. It's so faint but she can still tell. Using every ounce of strength in her body, she closes her eyes, holds her head and tries to send out her own signal.

EMNA OAI DONASDOGAMA

EMNA OAI DONASDOGAMA

EMNA OAI DONASDOGAMA

Back up top, Cas perceives the signal loud and clear. He, obviously, has much more experience picking out angel sounds and to whom they belong to. Dean and Sam are still sitting quietly while Cas is in his sort of meditative state, but as soon as he hears Mary's response he pops out of it and gets up. "She's in Hell," he says.

"What?!" Sam and Dean both answer with a jolt of disbelief.

"You heard from her?" Dean asks.

"Yes, that was absolutely my daughter."

"Oh what the fuck," Dean groans angrily. "How is she in Hell? What the fuck is happening to her? I swear, when I find the sick motherfucker who took her there I'm gonna-"

"Dean, calm down," Sam interrupts. "Getting heated isn't going to help. Cas, how do we go down there and find her? I mean, one doesn't simply walk into Hell."

"I can," says Cas. "You know that I've done it before. I can certainly do it again."

"I want to go," Dean insists. "I'm not gonna let any of you risk your hides going down there for something I caused. So, Cas? Get me an elevator."

"Dean…" Cas clears his throat and looks at his partner seriously. "I can't recommend that. You know how it is down there. It's not safe, even for you. It's hardly safe for me."

"I don't care!" Dean shouts. "I don't care if I have to go down there and take her place. I don't care! It's my fault she's down there and it's gonna be my doing to get her back!" Cas sighs.

"What are you going to do?" Sam asks the angel. "I mean, you're the one who knows how to get there, so it's basically up to you."

"I'm going to send another message to Mary, hopefully she will perceive it. Please give me a few moments."

Cas goes back to his weird communication, staring at the wall and sending out signals. Dean is heated, not at Cas but at the situation in general. He starts to pace. A solid connection is established between mother and daughter and they are able to communicate quite well through the "Radio."

"Mary…"

"Mother?"

"Are you injured?"

"No I am fine. Why are you talking to me?"

"Because we are looking for you."

"Why?"

"Because you are not safe. We are going to find you and bring you home."

Mary struggles with what she's hearing. Cas wouldn't go through that much trouble if he didn't love her. Crowley must be lying. Of course. He's a demon, after all.

"I do not know how to get home," Mary calls back to Cas.

"Your father and I are going to come and find you. All you have to do is continue to send a signal to me so that we can find exactly where you are. We will be there. We will be there as soon as we can."