Rating: M for language.

They pulled into the hotel in Packing around 10 pm, exhausted. Luckily it also had a diner beside it so they could get something to eat. It had been a tough trip. Charles didn't want them to get to Packing and had thrown Hell at them as soon as they were off Colt land. Between car trouble, a nasty water spirit, and hunters with bad intentions jumping them the fact they made it to their hotel rooms was a small miracle. They couldn't face Charles in the shape they were in, rest and food came first or no one was going to be rescued.

"We're right beside you if you need anything," Bobby said to a fatigued Abigail. He didn't know how the woman was still standing.

"Here," Dean said as he handed her a bag of food. "Not much this late at night but it's something if you get hungry later.

"Thanks," she said. She realized they were concerned about her, hell after having a ghost nearly drown her, then getting jumped by a hunter who probably cracked a rib or two she was worried herself. "I'm fine, really. Just flesh wounds, anyway you guys got the worst of it."

Sam came out of their room and walked up to Abigail. "You doing alright?"

"Fine. And you? You look a hell of a lot better." He had been the one the hunters had gone after. It was one hell of a beating he took before Dean and Bobby managed to get to him.

"I'll be fine. Dean get you something to eat?"

"Yeah I did Sammy. And she's ok." Dean was seeing the look in her eyes that he had himself many times. The look that said 'I told you I was alright and will punch the next person who asks me' look. Why Sam wasn't seeing it he didn't catch at first, but a second later he did and he smiled.

"Do you mind if I stay with you a while? Just want to make sure that you're alright." Sam flashed her his best hurt puppy emo look.

"Fine but you'll have to bed down for the night. I'm putting my room in lockdown so once you come in you're not getting back out until I let you." She thought that would deter him, though her resolve was breaking with that hurt puppy emo look.

"Ok, be over in a few minutes."

That wasn't the answer she was expecting and didn't know how to respond.

Dean flashed her a quick look then looked at his brother. Sam was getting in over his head and he couldn't help but hide a smile. It seemed right, no matter how crazy it was on the surface. Sammy deserved to be happy, getting a little something-something on the side would maybe take the stick out of his ass. But if he was honest with himself he had even missed the moody Sam.

True to his word in two minutes Sam was at her door. She let him help her put salt down, make sigils, and put down brick dust – a hoodoo specialty. She was relieved to have someone with her in the room, privacy was something she wasn't familiar with growing up a twin. Sam's presence was comforting, he was calm and quiet so she could read herself to sleep. He just worked on his laptop on the other bed while she read Bessie's journal.

He looked up from his research about an hour later to see Abigail asleep, which was a good thing. She had taken several beatings today and probably should have gone to the ER but refused because she needed to find her brother. He could relate. The least he could do was make sure she was going to be ok through the night. She had quickly taken on the second hunter that had attacked him, getting trashed in the process. He pushed that memory out of his head for now. Eventually he would have to deal with them, but not now. He quietly picked up Bessie Colt's journal and read the last page Abby had read before she fell asleep.

May 2, 1847 – Northern Wyoming

We finally defeated the evil spirit inhabiting the river. She had lured five people to their deaths, Simon was almost the sixth but we got to him in time. David was so angry at his brother's rashness and that he had put himself in harms way. As I write this Charles is asleep and David and Sam Jr. have gone looking for a medicine man. We decided to take turns watching him to make sure he doesn't stop breathing during the night so when I finish this I will wake Charles up and take my place beside Simon. The water he drank doesn't alarm me as much as the fact his body was bashed on the bottom rocks something fierce. The bruises and cuts will take a long time to heal and he may have a few cracked or broken ribs, which is why David insisted on a medicine man. After all the events of the day I find myself wishing Mary Grace was here. My best friend and blood sister should be with us tonight but…well that's a subject left for another time. Simon is stirring.

As Sam finished the entry Abigail began to move restlessly in her bed. The coincidence of the injuries to Abigail and to Simon were not lost on him. If it had not been dated May 2, 1847 he would have thought he was reading an account of what happened to them today. He was curious to know why Mary Remington hadn't been with them but Abigail was beginning to move violently in bed with a nightmare so he put the journal down and watched her fight some invisible monster. He didn't want to startle her so he sat on the side of her bed as she twisted back and forth.

At breakfast the next morning everyone was rested, but their bodies, which were use to being broken and hurting everywhere were screaming out for respite. However they had to push through. This journey was creating personal dilemmas for everyone. After saving the family from the clutches of the water spirit Dean felt he should go back to hunting alongside his brother. There were so many vile creatures walking freely now, and he knew him and Sam were partially to blame. His heroic brother had stopped the Apocalypse, however Heaven and Hell were still cocked up. He hadn't really formed a nice, nuclear family with Lisa and Ben, but he did care for them and wanted to protect them. He could do that if he was actively hunting, he didn't have to keep his promise because his brother was beside him.

Sam was resigned to the fact that though in the past he was wanting to retire from hunting he still had a responsibility to protect and save as many people as he could. He was going to continue hunting with or without his brother. Dean had begun a new life and Sam wasn't the selfish kid anymore. He wouldn't take the chance to be normal from his brother. It would be Dean's decision in the end, but it would be welcomed to have his brother alongside. Perhaps there could be a balance? He looked at Bobby and knew that their surrogate father hadn't stopped hunting and never would as long as his body was still able to go. Family was what it was all about and he loved his messed up, weird life and family.

Abigail knew that once Allan was safe to be with Nessa she would start hunting again. As the second to last Colt standing it was her obligation to carry on the family name and duty. She was happy hunting, and there would be no end to the creatures to gank, but she had wished for so much more, had almost had it. She refused to feel sorry for herself, she had a duty and she would do it…her reward, her family safe. All she had to do was look at Sam and Dean and remember what they had suffered through. Her problems were nothing compared to the crap the brothers had to deal with. She hoped that they were finding peace now and that peace would be allowed to the wayward sons.

"So heading out to the old Remington estate what do we need?" Bobby wanted to be prepared.

"Everything," Sam and Dean said at the same time.

"You still have a Colt right," Abigail asked Dean?

"Yeah, bullets too."

"Good. I carry two on me but Sam I want you to take Allan's. Bobby I'll give you one of mine. That way we all have them."

"I thought Samuel Colt only made one gun," Dean said surprised that there were so many in existence and a little pissed that there were. Finding that damn thing had been whole buckets of crazy for the brothers.

"He made two for himself, two for each of his three children. So there's eight in existence."

"I carry two, Allan carries two, and you have one."

"Where are the other three?"

"One is at the Colt mansion and the last two went missing with John Colt."

"Which one do we have," Dean asked?

"I would have to see it but I believe it is one that Samuel made for himself. Mine were Sam Jr. and Allan's were Bess' and unless you have one of John's it would have to be one of Samuel's."

The drive to the Remington estate was uneventful, almost as if someone was rolling out the red carpet for them. They armed themselves with everything that would be useful against every manner of creature, loading the Colts with special silver tipped kill anything bullets and strapped iron and silver knives onto their bodies. To make sure they were protected from demons Abigail used her blood to draw protection sigils on them.

"That ought to piss him off," Dean said as Abby's blood stained his skin. "Bloodoath. The one thing he doesn't want."

"You're not bleeding on me so not a real one, but it will come in handy if he throws demons our way."

The Remington estate was a ruin, so were the outbuildings and there was no unholy ground. After several hours of looking through the ruins and at the ground they regrouped at the vehicles.

"I don't understand," Abigail said reaching her straining point. "They should be here. We should have at least been attacked by now."

"Yeah, it's too quiet," Bobby said scanning the horizon. His eyes locked onto something in the distance moving quickly toward them and then disappearing.

"Unless we are too well protected." Sam had the thought earlier. "I mean if Colt blood repels most evil then they might not even know we are here.

"I hadn't thought of that," Abigail said. It made sense.

"Or it could be a trick to get us to let our defenses down," Dean said.

"Could be."

"Sam has a point." Abigail was already removing her sigil. The others followed.

"Be on guard," Dean said as he saw the figure Bobby had seen earlier a few yards away. It looked solid enough, and it looked small, like a female figure but it disappeared before Dean could really register what it might be.

Removing the sigils worked. In a few minutes they were up to their necks in Goblins and other denizens of the otherside. They could also see a lot of unholy ground now, and one of the buildings was whole, no longer a ruin!

The hunters easily took out the Goblins and others. Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw the female figure appear beside his brother. He turned to fire but it was too late. It had latched onto Sam and before he could fire it had vanished – taking Sam with it!

"SAM!"

All the creatures attacking them fell back once Sam was gone. The estate was once again in ruin with no unholy ground to be seen.

Dean was beyond pissed off and scared! He had just gotten his brother back and now he was gone. Someone was going to pay in blood for this! There was a familiar sound of fluttering wings and then he felt the comforting presence of Castiel.

"Dean we have a problem."

Bobby and Abigail saw the angel, it was the first time Abby had seen Castiel but she knew who he was from the books.

Dean squared his jaw and gritted his teeth trying to force himself to be calm…it wasn't working.

"YEAH I FUCKING KNOW WE HAVE A PROBLEM CAS. SAM'S GONE!" Dean wasn't going to keep his temper under control.

"In the chaos caused by Sam stopping the Apocalypse Ruby escaped. She's coming for your brother and she is stronger than she was before. I don't think the knife will work on her anymore. The Colt will however."

"What is she going to do to Sam," Dean asked? Fear making it difficult for him to get the words out.

"Demon blood."

"He's clean," Dean pleaded. "Why is God allowing my family to still suffer? Haven't we payed enough?"

"He is not allowing Sam to suffer. He has sent me to tell you where he is so that you can rescue him."

"Cas is there any chance that the demon blood will change him?" Dean was terrified that Sam would no longer be Sam. Damn it! He had just gotten his brother back. The sacrifice he made wasn't enough? Now some demon bitch wanted to make his brother drink demon blood. No fucking way!

"No, the demon blood won't cause him the same harm it did before but it will be…"

"What?"

"Extremely unpleasant for Sam. His body won't recognize it anymore." He wasn't going to tell Dean all the gory details of what it would do to his brother.

"What about Lisa?"

"She is safe. The creature holding her needs all of you to complete the spell. We also know that Sam is the key to destroying it. It did not count on Sam being free from the Pit but Sam can stop it."

"How?" Abigail was now beside Dean.

"God's mandate. 160 years ago the Colts and Winchesters were suppose to unite."

"Bessie and Simon," she said.

"Yes. That didn't happen but if it had the Winchesters would have had the curse break and none of this would have happened."

That was some major shit to drop on them. "Excuse me?" Dean was trying to fathom what was going on.

"Two negatives make a positive," Cas said. "Two cursed families would neutralize both curses. The families would be free. And any foes would fall."

"Hasn't a union been formed already?"

"Yes. But it needs to be more than a bloodoath. It has to be more than a deal sealed with a kiss."

"Fiery demonic sex."

"Excuse me?" Abigail's turn to fathom what was going on.

"Something Chuck said once when Sam was going to seal a deal with Lilith," Dean explained to Abigail and Bobby.

"Abigail is not a demon Dean," Cas said not getting the joke.

"What," she nearly choked?

"The last pure Colt and last pure Winchester that can unite – it has to be you."

Arguing with an angel wasn't going to help them get her brother back or find Sam. She would make her own destiny so she didn't really worry about what God mandated, she didn't even believe in him anyway even though his messenger as before her. "Fine."

"Where's Sam," Dean asked?

Castiel handed him a piece of paper. "He's at this address. I cannot assist you further right now."

And like a good angel solider he was gone.