AN: Okay, Kevin's still pretty spastic in this chapter, but I think the kid deserves a good freak out. As tough as we all like to pretend we are, we'd crap ourselves if this stuff ended up being real. Also, LAST NIGHT'S EPISODES HOLY HECK I WAS LEGIT IN TEARS! AND NOW WE'VE GOT ANOTHER HELLATUS GAAAAHHH! Okay, now that that's out of the way, please enjoy the newest chapter!

A hunter, a demon, a prophet, and an angel check into a hotel room. If you're waiting for a punch line, there isn't one. The idea itself was funny enough. You'd expect for there to be some kind of endless civil war between them, but honestly? It was just awkward. Meg had ventured off to God knows where to do God knows what, leaving Sam to give Kevin "The Talk" about the supernatural. Once Sam had finished, Kevin had either accepted it, or was in too much shock to respond.

Silence fell over the room for quite some time, but then the door crashed open, revealing a blood covered Meg standing underneath its frame.

"What the hell?!" Sam jumped.

"You salted the door." Meg stated plainly as she crossed the now broken salt line.

"You could've knocked!" Sam argued.

Meg shrugged. "This way was easier."

"Am I the only that noticed that she's got blood all over her?!" Looked like Kevin still wasn't quite done freaking out yet.

"Calm down, kid. It's not human if that makes you feel better."

"Not really." Sam and Kevin said in unison.

"What if I told you that I had a lead on the demon tablet?"

That brought stunned silence to the room once again, finally being broken by a hope filled Sam. "How?"

Meg gestured to the blood on her clothes. "How do you think, Sammy?"

With Dean gone, no one else was calling Sam 'Sammy,' and truthfully, it was almost comforting to have someone say it again, even though it wasn't his brother. It almost gave him hope. "One of Crowley's demons, or Dean's?"

"It doesn't matter." Castiel spoke up. "If one single demon on either side knows, then I can guarantee that there's going to be a lot of demons trying to get there first."

"Okay," Sam concurred. "Meg, Cas, you two go find the tablet. I'll stay here with Kevin."

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle it on your own?" Castiel asked.

Turning away slightly, Sam replied, "I'll be fine." Sam was still pissed to say the least. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that he wasn't sending Cas with Meg just as backup. He didn't entirely trust either of them completely, so he figured one could watch the other. "You better get going." Sam was well aware of how cold he was being.

Emotional cues weren't something Castiel usually picked up on, but he could definitely tell that Sam was still angry with him, so he obliged and set off with Meg.

"Somebody's giving you the cold shoulder. Bigtime." Meg pointed out as she walked beside Castiel.

"I don't blame him. I betrayed him."

"You both need to stop being such girls and grow a pair."

"A pair of what?"

Meg's eyebrows just rose at Castiel's cluelessness. "Forget it. You're lucky you've got a cute vessel, cuz it don't look like you got much else going for you."

"Was-was that meant to be a compliment?"

"Take it how you want it, big boy. We gonna do our thing or what?"

Thing? Oh, right, the tablet. "Where are we headed?"

"So…" Kevin started awkwardly. "How'd you get into hunting?"

Sam chuckled humourlessly. "That's a long story."

"And we've got a long time before we'll be doing anything useful."

"Read my book."

"Huh?"

"There's a book ser- nevermind."

Uncomfortable silence ensued once more, but then a sigil began glowing on the door to the- closet? Sam protectively shoved Kevin away from it, and he grabbed as many weapons as he could, when a well-dressed man suddenly fell out.

Sam aimed his gun, and promptly questioned, "Who the hell are you?"

"Are you John Winchester?"

"I asked you a question first."

"Please, time is of the essence! Are you John Winchester?"

"No." Sam answered truthfully. He then proceeded to shove the man up against the wall, pressing the gun under his jaw. "Now who the hell are you?!"

"Please," The man said again, managing to keep his voice calm. "I assure you, there is no need for violence."

"My door starts glowing, some guy falls out of my closet asking about my dad, and you don't think there's a need for violence?"

The man went quiet for a moment. "Your John Winchester's son?"

Cautiously, Sam answered. "Yeah."

"Then you must know where he is."

"Course I do. I'm the one who buried him."

Hurt flashed across the man's eyes. "John is dead?"

"Has been for a few years now." Sam replied as he tucked away his gun; the guy clearly wasn't posing much of a threat, so Sam saw no reason to continue keeping him at gunpoint. "Maybe I can try to help you. What's your name?"

"Henry." He answered. "Henry Winchester."

Sam was the one who went quiet this time. "You-you're my-"

"Grandfather. Yes, it would appear so."

"What- how- how are you even here?"

Henry pointed to the door, and just as it looked like he was going to explain himself, the room started shaking and rumbling, and then the sigil began glowing again.

"You expecting someone?" Sam asked with a horrible sense of foreboding settling in his gut.

Before Henry got the chance to answer, the door flew open again, and a woman stepped out; her old fashioned dress simply drenched in blood, her hair only a few shades lighter.

"Henry." She greeted. "Silly man, you forgot to lock the door."

Subtly, Sam was reaching for the demon killing knife, which Cas had managed to hold onto, even after his and Dean's descent into hell.

"But," She continued. "Spells never were your best subject, were they?"

Acting quickly, Sam stabbed the blade into her side. She instantly dropped to her knees, and her face sparked orange, but she just gasped and groaned in pain. Sam backed away as the flashing died down, and she rose to her feet.

"Now that is no way to treat a lady." She flicked her fingers, and Sam collided with the wall, his bones jarring with the abuse.

"Josie," Henry called out to her. "I know you're still in there. You must fight this."

Josie, rather the demon inside of her, laughed. "I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. Now give me what I want, and I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly."

In protest, Kevin visibly shuddered with a small squeak, and hid himself further behind Henry. The demon laughed, and Sam used to distraction to reach for the holy water in his jacket. This demon may not be able to be killed with the blade, but hopefully holy water would still work. He flung the flask at her, and she screamed at the assault.

"Go, go, go, go, go!" Sam urged as he pushed Kevin and Henry out the door. Sam was following close behind, when he felt an invisible hand take hold of him, and yank him back into the room. His chance of escape was ripped away when the door slammed shut behind him. His head crashed into the wall, and he felt his vision starting to blur, but he could still make out 'Josie' towering over him, and she was laughing… Again. He felt her stroke his cheek, and he weakly tried to turn his head away from her wandering fingers.

"You think this is bad?" She cooed as she pinched his jaw between her fingers, and gave his head a little shake. "It'll be so much worse if Henry doesn't do as I ask. But in the meantime," She released his face, and brought her foot back. "Sleep." A fast moving high heeled shoe was the last thing Sam saw before unconsciousness claimed him.

Demons were waiting for them. As soon as Meg and Castiel had arrived at the crypt where the demon tablet was hidden, they had been ambushed. Meg was almost disturbingly agile with a blade; her clothes became even more stained the longer she fought, and Castiel slaughtered demons left and right with just a small touch, but it was still tiring.

Sam was right in staying back with Kevin. He wouldn't have had a chance against these odds, and Kevin would have managed to get captured along the way. That was probably what the demons were hoping for, and Castiel wasn't too upset about disappointing them.

After strenuous hours of fighting, Castiel and Meg had managed to pull off a miracle, and they came out victorious. Meg reached for the tablet, but Castiel took it before she had the chance to even touch it.

"C'mon, Clarence, we just had a little moment back there. Don't you trust me to hold on to one little tablet?"

"That 'little moment' you're referring to was us slaughtering innocent humans. No, I don't trust you with 'one little tablet.'" Castiel tucked it inside his pocket, which then began playing music. He pulled out the cell phone Sam had insisted he get, and 'Kevin' flashed across the caller ID. Castiel hadn't even said 'hello' before Kevin started frantically spouting nonsense on the other end.

"Castiel! Some guy fell out of our closet, turns out he's Sam's grandpa, but then some lady came out after him and said Henry had to give her something, and Sam tried to stab her, but she didn't die! How could she not die?!"

"Kevin-"

"But then Sam threw holy water on her, and Henry and I managed to get out in time, but she got Sam!"

Castiel's feeling of triumph faded in an instant. "Where are you now?"

"I-I kinda stole a car, and I'm driving the car, t-the one I stole and-"

With Meg beside him, Castiel popped up in the backseat, and Kevin nearly veered off the road in surprise. "D-Don't do that!"

"My apologies." Castiel said sincerely. "Now, tell me what happened to Sam."

Guess who's back? *Echoes back, back…* Back again? *Echoes gain, gain…* Yeah, I kinda love Abbadon, and I also love tortured Sam, so that's coming back. I've even got a little sneak preview at the end of this author's note. Drop a review if y'all've got time, and I'll be back with another chapter ASAP!

Sneak Peek: "But I find some things a little-" The gleam of a knife caught his eye as she twirled it between her fingers. "Confusing…"