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Sam's POV

I couldn't just let those demons loose and possessing those defenseless civilians; I had to go back. After hanging up with Dean, I looked to the diner, seeing some slight movement inside. Due to the lack of demon blood, my power wasn't up to its full potential, but I still had enough to kick some demon ass. Opening the door to the diner, I quickly closed it behind me. Looking around, everything seemed normal, aside from the body laying on the ground. Carefully walking to the body, I sighed as I saw blood around it. Kneeling, I turned the body over and to my surprise, the eyes of the chef were burned out of his skull, the same way Pamela's eye were. Shocked, I backed away but just as I got to my feet, something, or rather someone attacked me. Falling to the ground, the waitress waved her arm and made collision to my face. This went on for a few seconds before I found her head with my hands, and head-butted her, twice. Throwing her off me, I quickly scrambled to my feet. Once again her hand made contact to my face, but I grabbed her and forced my knee to her stomach. After throwing her back, I realized her eyes were gone, and only blood ran down her cheeks. "Your eyes!"

"I can still smell your soul a mile away," she barked back, breathless. She wasn't looking to me, hell, she wasn't even facing me, but I still held my ground.

"It was here. You saw it, didn't you?"

"I saw it," she answered, fear in her voice.

"What was it?" Before answering, she sobbed.

"It's the end," she replied with another sob. "We're dead – we're all dead."

"What did you see?"

"Go to hell."

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing." Concentrating, I lifted my arm, pointing my hand toward the demon. The demon gasped then began to gag as I closed my eyes. Just then, black smoke began to fall out from her mouth, my power working. When the demon was finally gone and sent back to hell, I walked to the body, disappointed she was dead. "Dammit." The door opened, causing my head to snap up.

"Getting pretty click there Sam; better all the time." Ruby came walking through the room, a smile on her face. Getting to my feet, I couldn't help but smile back.

"What the hell is going on here, Ruby?" I asked my smile fading.

"I wish I knew," she replied, shaking her head.

"We were thinking some high-level demon pulled Dean out?"

"No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes; it's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody."

"Then what can?"

"Nothing I've ever seen before." Sighing, we walked to one of the booths, taking a seat. For a few minutes we were silent, trying to come up with a logical explanation as to whom or what pulled Dean out. "So million-dollar question: are you going to tell Dean and Violet about what we're doing?"

"Yeah, I just gotta figure out what to say." Ruby gave me a look that made me roll my eyes. "Look, I just need time, okay? That's all."

"He's gonna find out. Violet might be oblivious to the fact, but Dean's your brother; he can easily see through it. And if he does find out, either one, and it's not from you, they're gonna be pissed."

"They're gonna be pissed either way. Violet will probably never trust me or leave me around Daniel, while Dean is so hard-headed about this psychic stuff, he'll just try and stop me."

"Maybe I should just take a step back for a while."

"Ruby…"

"I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fan club, nor do I need a pissed off mother on my ass. But they are your family, and I'm not gonna come between that."

"I don't know what I'm going is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you."

"Thanks," she said sarcastically, tilting her head.

"What I do know is I'm saving people and stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going."

Violet's POV

When we entered the barn, I was amazed to see drawing and symbols covering every inch of the place. Dean walked over to the table that Bobby had placed all the weaponry on, and examined each one. "Hell of an art project you have going on here."

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How are you guys doing?"

"Stakes, irons, silver, salt, the knife." Dean named everything on the table. "We're pretty much set to trap or kill anything I've ever heard of."

"This is still a bad idea," I said with a sigh while Bobby pointed to me, agreeing.

"Yeah Vi, I heard you the first ten times." Rolling my eyes, he looked up to me with an apologetic look. "What do you say we ring the dinner bells?" Reluctantly, Bobby walked over to the other table which held all the ingredients to conjure something, or someone. I watched as he sprinkled the necessary herbs into the bowl, and raised a brow when steam began to rise out of it. As soon as Bobby began to chant the Latin words, I could feel the hairs behind my neck rise as the anticipation inside me grew. When he was done, Bobby walked back to us and readied himself for whatever it was to come. We all looked around the barn and waited as if something was going to pop out of no where and attack us. "See anything?" As much as I wanted to snap back with a sarcastic remark, I held my tongue while I grew impatient. "You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked. Bobby shot him a glare before rolling his eyes. "Sorry; touchy, touchy." Dean moved, rubbing his eye – his lack of sleep finally catching up to him, but as soon as he did, I felt the barn start to shake as the roof sheets started to bang against the wooden frames. We all stood from the table, holding our weapons and watched as the banging continued. "Wishful thinking, but it's probably just the wind." As soon as he spoke, the light bulbs started to burst and the door flew open, revealing a man in a trench-coat walking toward us. Watching as he walked passed each trap and talisman without blinking, I feared for our lives. Grabbing Roby's knife, I looked to Dean, ready to stab on his command. "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition." The man was so calm and had such an innocent look on his face that really bothered me.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Dean grabbed the knife from my hand and stabbed the man right in the heart; nothing happened. The man, or whatever he was, pulled the knife out, unharmed, and dropped it on the floor. It was Bobby's turn, and as he swing the crowbar toward our guest stopped him before Bobby could make contact. Turning, the man put his finger on Bobby's forehead and the next thing I knew, Bobby was on the floor. Dean and I stepped back when he turned.

"We need to talk Dean, alone." The man then reached his hand over to my head, the next thing I knew, darkness filled around me.