Jael wandered. Walking down roads that would branch off in two or three different directions. They just seemed to keep going. She could hear Sam Winchester praying now and then, but she didn't want to stop. So she kept walking, having no idea where she was headed or where she even was. Grass and dusty roads were all she could see all around her. It felt peaceful. The angel's feet seemed to lead her forward by instinct. As Jael went on the roads became more smooth and the grasslands more sandy. Eventually, she started to see driftwood along the side of the road. She could smell the ocean. It was strange she thought, but she felt like she was going home. Still, it was hard to feel content when Sam Winchester kept praying to her every couple of hours. If it even was that long. Time was different in heaven.

After unpacking some things at yet another dirty hotel Sam let out a sigh. He'd prayed to both Jael, Cas, and God himself looking for some answers. Not just about the previous day, but about the apocalypse. No answers. Then again there never seemed to be any. Just him and Dean on their own finding more and more questions.

Dean was already spread out on the bed trying to find sleep after a long drive, but his younger brother couldn't help but ask if everything was alright.

Dean sighed and internally rolled his eyes at Sam.

"Well between Lucifer, Michael, angels and demons I'd say nothing is alright, Sam."

"I think maybe we should go see Chuck." the youngest Winchester mused.

"Uh, uh-huh. No. The last time we saw that douche monkey we ended up at some kind of freak show convention that turned out to have an actual haunting. I hope Chuckles and his creepy fangirl are very happy together, but no. Just no."

"Dean, he could shed some light on this apocalypse thing."

"We can figure this out ourselves, Sam. We always do."

Sam scoffed and now Dean is really getting annoyed. All he wants is some shut eye and some pie. So, the older brother closes his eyes and does his best to ignore the knots in his stomach.

The knots are still there in the morning, even after breakfast and they get worse after Castiel pops into the room announcing he found a town that had a gathering of demons and that he thought something big was happening there.

"Have you heard from Jael, Cas?" Sam asked the angel.

"No."

"Well, are you worried?" he now asked.

"No." But Dean heard the angel pause before he answered and thought that maybe that wasn't all true.

But Dean had bigger fish to fry. Or in this case demons to kill. He stood and put his faded jacket on.

"What are we waiting for fellas? Let's go kick some demon ass."

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Another short one, I apologize, but it's better for me to at least get something out there I think. I'm still working hard, I promise.

Updated for typos.