Dean put his phone on speaker hoping to hear something more from Eva, and set it on the seat beside him then reached into the glove box, grabbed his back up phone and called Sam.

"C'mon Sammy, pick up the damn phone," he muttered to himself as it rang a third time. He was pushing 90mph; following the GPS directions on Eva's whereabouts. Sam finally answered the phone after another ring.

"Hey m-" he was interrupted by his older brother.

"Someone has her," Dean blurted out.

"What? Who?" Sam asked. He could hear his little brother moving around the bunker.

"I don't know man, she called it sounded muffled but it wasn't good…She asked for help."

"Shit."

"I'm tracking the GPS on her phone," Dean informed his brother. He heard the clinking of keys.

"Where are you?" Sam questioned his brother as he started one of the many cars in the bunker and sped from the garage. Dean looked at the map on the phone.

"I don't know, they're on the freeway right now from what I can tell, heading east."

"Ok I'm on my way, just keep me posted."

"Yeah alright," Dean hung up the phone and threw it back in the glove box, then reached down to his other phone sitting in the passenger seat. He put it to his ear to see if he could hear anything at all. "Eva if you can hear this, we're coming for you ok? Hang in there," he said before setting it down again. He stepped harder on the gas pedal hoping to catch up with the car.

After over three hours of driving to catch up, the road signs started becoming more familiar. They had taken her to Lawrence, which meant this was personal. The call with Eva had dropped about a half an hour before this point, but the GPS was holding strong, giving him hope that he'd get to her in time. Once the dot on the map hadn't moved in a few minutes, Dean was able to pinpoint the location, making his heart sink. "God not there. Anywhere but there," he said to himself as he took a breath and drove down the street he knew as a small child, pulling up to the house where it all began. Although he had been back with Sam a few years earlier, the house was now derelict, sending a pang of disappointment and heartbreak through him. The home that his mother had spent so much time trying to make perfect for her family had been through so much, and now after so many years it had been abandoned and left to rot even after saving another family from tragedy within those same four walls only several years ago. He pulled the Impala in behind the Cougar then called Sam.

"Hey where are you?" Sam asked.

"The house."

"What house?"

"…The house, Sam."

"Way to make it personal," Sam replied.

"Yeah tell me about it. What's your ETA?"

"If I gun it about 20 minutes…Dean you can't go in there yourself. If there's too many of them they'll kill you."

"I'll call Cas, maybe he can help until you get here."

"Ok," Sam took a breath and hung up. Dean looked around the house.

"Cas if you can hear me I could use a hand…but if not well…I'll deal." Dean said quietly to himself as he opened the trunk to stock himself all of his demon hunting toys, taking his time to see if the angel would appear. Nothing. He took a breath and made his way to the front door. It had been left open likely on purpose. He went inside, clearing each room with his gun before making his way up the stairs, taking a breath as he opened each door, starting with the room that would have been Sam's, then the master bedroom. He narrowed his eyes at the last bedroom on the left. The one he had lived in until the age of four, where stories were read, and nightmares were soothed. He rubbed his face then walked across the hall and carefully opened the door.

Eva lay unconscious on the floor; her body crumpled, bloody, and in chains. Her top had been ripped and was drenched in blood down the front, while her jeans were covered in dirt and holes, exposing the road rash. Her face was stained with blood and was beginning to bruise. Her blonde hair caked in blood and all he could think about was the first time they met.

'Ugh gross, is there blood in my hair? I hate getting blood in my hair, it's such a bitch to get out.'

Dean cleared the room then kneeled down beside her. She was breathing, so that was a good sign, but it was strained and clearly difficult. If he didn't get her to a hospital soon she would probably die.

"Eva?" He touched her shoulder gently. "Eva you gotta wake up, c'mon." He studied her for a few moments before moving a few strands of hair from her face. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled a little.

"Hey there, sailor," she breathed. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours…we're in Lawrence."

"Oh Dean…I'm sorry…you gotta get out of here though," she coughed.

"What do you mean I gotta get out of here? I'm not leaving you."

"They burned off my tattoos Dean, if I'm possessed and you exorcise me I'll die. Don't let me die here," her breathing was strained.

"Look Sam is on his way, we can get you fixed up."

"I can't see that happening," she replied then whimpered as her body twitched. Her blue green eyes snapped to black and she grinned, standing slowly.

"Oh hell no, you get the hell out of her," Dean snapped.

"Oh but I like this meat suit, Dean-o…Ooh and so do you," the demon possessing Eva, ran her hands over her body and smiled, biting her bottom lip.

"I'll kill you," he glared and threw holy water in her face. She screamed as it burned. Part of him was happy to hurt the demon, but he knew Eva was in there and she was in agony.

"No you won't," she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips seductively. "She really wants you Dean, she's all tingly over you. It's pathetic really."

"I said get out of her. We have Death bound and if you don't I'm sure he could remedy the situation," he lied, putting on a brave face and narrowing his eyes. He was getting angry now, and his arm was shaking with rage.

"You mean the Death that Crowley has bound right now?"

"What?"

"Why do you think it didn't work when Hunter Barbie here tried it?" She laughed. "You really are pathetic. You should be considering this a courtesy."

"A courtesy?"

"I like you Dean, you're pretty. You can have ten minutes before I deliver her to Crowley."

"You're not taking her to Crowley," he spat.

"It's nothing personal, he likes her spunk just as much as you do. She'll have fun running Hell."

"Nothing personal? This is nothing personal? Bringing her here of all places?"

"Crowley thought it might get the point across that he's not fucking around anymore," she smirked; satisfied with her retort. "Now do you want your seven minutes in heaven or not?"

"Fine." He replied. He heard the door of Sam's truck close outside and waited patiently for the backup he needed to exorcise the demon from Eva's body and get her to a hospital.

"Ten minutes." She repeated before lowering her head. Within seconds Eva gasped. Her blue green eyes flew open and she stumbled toward Dean. He caught her instinctively and leaned down to see that she was alright. "I told you to get out of here!"

"Sam's coming, we're gonna get this thing out of you and get you to a hospital."

"Dean you can't do that," she rubbed her eye and winced.

"Sam's here, we can do it."

"He has control over Death, Dean. He'll kill you and then what? I have a plan but I have to go with Crowley if I'm going to see it through."

"You can't go to Hell."

"I don't really have a choice…I'm the one that called him in the first place, I'm the one that let Sarah down and got her killed, now some ass hat is wearing her around like a new dress. I chose not to bring her back and still got screwed. I can't take the chance that you or Sam could die trying to get me out of this."

"I won't let you go to hell!" He raised his voice as Sam finally entered the room and nodded.

"God dammit, Dean I can take care of myself! I have a plan. But like I told you before, I have to go with Crowley to hell first."

"Why?" Sam asked. Dean couldn't bear to look at her like this while was openly volunteering to throw her life away.

"Please just trust me. I'll find my way back to you," she replied. Dean turned around with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't find your way back from hell!"

"Dean just shut up and kiss me and don't stop thinking about me…I'm gonna need your help when I break out."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I said shut up and kiss me," she smiled sadly at him as he cupped her face gently in his hands and kissed her softly. He couldn't help the single tear rolling down his cheek, getting caught between their lips. She lingered on his bottom lip for a few moments, pressing her forehead against his.

"I…" he began to speak.

"You can say it when I get back…but for now…just…ditto, ok?"

"Ditto?"

"Yeah like in Ghost? Swayze and Demi? That's how they say it…" she smiled.

"All right Evangeline," he smiled softly and kissed her one last time. "Ditto."

"You better take care of my car," she smiled as tears spilled down her cheeks, then looked to Sam and smiled.

"Love you, Sam."

"You too," he said quietly from the doorway with a nod. Dean stood back as the demon took over once more, and yanked the chains clean off her wrists.

"Well boys it's been a slice, but I've got a prophecy to deliver," she smirked and walked out the door with her hips swaying. She stopped at the top of the stairs then smoked out of Eva's fragile body as Crowley appeared.

"Check and Mate, Dean," he replied, taking hold of her then disappearing into thin air.

In a fit of rage, Dean kicked the wall, putting a hole right through it, then preceded to punch it repeatedly, demolishing the drywall.

"Dean you need to calm down," Sam put a hand on his brother's shoulder. Dean yanked it away and shoved Sam away from him.

"No I really don't, Sam so back off," he said calmly. Dean was seething with anger and could barely see through the glaze of tears in his eyes.

"Dean. She can get out of hell with no problem," Sam tried to explain.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"She's a demi-god."

"A what?"

"Her mother is Demeter, right? A full on Goddess."

"And?"

"So she's half goddess…she's a demi-god. If anyone is getting out of hell with no problems, it's her."

"What do we do then?"

"All we can do…we have to wait."

"How long?"

"I don't know…but I'm sure there'll be signs, or Cas might be able to pick up on her," he explained as the two left the house, walking back to the Impala. Dean tossed the keys for his baby over to Sam, then pulled Eva's keys from his pocket.

"Well then I guess we've got work to do."