SAM'S POV

I walk out of the bathroom and see Rachel sitting on the bed, writing in some kind of journal.
"What're you doing?" I ask.
"Writing." she replies.
"About what?" I ask.
"How much I hate the fact that Arkansas and Kansas are spelled the same way but don't sound the same." she replies. I stay silent a moment.
"What?" I ask. She chuckles, not looking up. She closes the journal and looks at me.
"You spoken to Dean?" she asks.
"Not since the bar." I reply. She sighs.
"Gimme your phone." she says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I don't have one." she replies.
"Since when?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.
"Since I died, Sammy!" she says. I hand her my phone. She scrolls through my contacts, and then dials Dean.

RACHEL'S POV

"Hey, how ya feelin', Sammy?" Dean answers.
"I'm pretty sure he feels like shit." I reply.
"Probably, if he got punched out by his sister." Dean says. I chuckle.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"I'm on my way back to the Night Hawk." he replies.
"How long?" I ask.
"About 10 minutes." he replies. "I got something for you."
"Okay, I'll meet you there." I say, and I hang up. I give Sam his phone. "C'mon."

"Alright, where'd you go?" I ask. He holds up a plastic bag, and tosses it to me. I grab it and untie the handles. I pull the bag open, and gasp. "Aw, yeah!" I say, and I pull out the leather jacket. "Oh, I love it!" I saw, jumping up and hugging Dean.

I walk into the diner with Sam and Dean. We sit at a booth.
"So, I've been trying to ignore this question, but what brought you back?" Dean asks. I shrug.
"Hell if I know." I reply.
"Angel?" Sam asks.
"Uh it could-" I realize something. "...uh oh."
"What?" Sam asks.
"Cas doesn't know I'm alive." I reply. They sigh. "He's gonna kill me for waiting so long. I'll be right back." I say, getting up. "Is he still tuned into angel-radio?" I ask.
"Uh, I'm not sure. We haven't really spoken to him much." Dean replies.
"What?" I ask.
"After you died he kept disappearing for weeks at a time." Sam says.
"And nobody reached out to him?" I ask, starting to get annoyed. I grab Dean's phone off the table, and walk out of the diner. I scroll through his contacts, and click on Cas, and call him.
"You have reached the voicemail of-"
Cas's voice starts.
"I don't understand. Why… Why do you want me to say my name?" There's a bunch of beeps like he's pressing buttons, and then it beeps like I can leave a message.
"Really? C'mon Cas, I just got back from Hell and all I get is your voicemail? Jeez, I've really been downgraded." I say, chuckling. "Cas it's Rachel. I don't know how but I'm back. I'm in Kettering, Ohio with the guys. Call us. Please. I'm worried about you." I say, and I hang up. I walk back in the diner and suddenly I'm shoved against the wall and there's a knife at my throat.
"You touch her you'll be dead before you hit the ground, got it!?" Dean booms. I see Dominic in front of me.

SAM'S POV

"Rachel." the demon says, stroking her hair. She closes her eyes and tries to pull away, looking like she's about to panic.
"I told you never to fucking touch me ever again." she says. She knows this dick?
"But I want more." he says.
"You got fucking enough, and you know it, you dick." she snarls, looking at him. He smirks.
"You wanna tell your brothers here how you know me?" he asks. She suddenly tightens her jaw. "Too ashamed?" he taunts. "Alright, I'll tell them."
"Tell us what?" I ask.
"Who I am." he replies.
"Yeah, who the hell are you?" Dean snaps. The demon smirks.
"I'm the guy that took your sister's virginity." he says. Suddenly I am filled with rage. I go to step forward, but his voice stops me. "One more step and I slit her throat."
"Go ahead." she says. "Apparently I have a way of cheating death." The demon smirks. "But, sadly, you don't." she says, and suddenly he glows orange. He falls down dead. Rachel drops her knife, falls to her knees, taking shaky, deep, panicked breaths. I rush over to her, and pull her into a hug, while she starts sobbing into my chest. I look at Dean, who just looks at her sadly.

RACHEL'S POV

"He hasn't called back!" I shout in frustration. "That shithead STILL hasn't called me back!"

"Relax, Rach." Dean says.

"I'm not gonna relax, Dean!" I say. "Something could be wrong!"

"C'mon Rach, I'm sure he's fine." Sam says.

"You don't know that!" I snap.

"Hey, what are you getting pissy with us for?" Dean says.

"Because you're the asshats that didn't talk to him!" I snap. They sigh. "If I find out something happened to Cas, my Cas, and it's all because you guys were too stupid to say something-"

"Rachel?" Someone says behind me. I turn around and see Cas, staring at me in shock.

"Cas!" I say. I run over and hug him. "Jeez, pick up your phone next time, you douche!" I pull away and look at him. "You scared the hell out of me." He just stares. "Oh yeah. I'm alive."

He pulls me into a hug again.

"I've missed you, Rachel." He says.

"I missed you too, Cas." I say.

Dean's inside the Police Department investigating a murder where sulfur was present.
I wonder if he still has my phone. Maybe the glove compartment? I pull it open, and burst out laughing.
There must be at least 20 condoms. Holy shit! I close it, pull out my journal and write an entry.
Entry #39 September 27th
Oh. Dear. God.
It's about 12:30 pm right now, and Dean's inside investigating a murder where one officer said he smelled rotten eggs. Sulfur.
Well, checking to see if he has my phone, I pulled open the glove compartment. Big Mistake.
I have never seen so many condoms. Oh my god, he's gonna get so much hell. This is gonna be almost as much fun as when I terrorized him when he was the gym teacher. Aaah, memories.
-RW

The driver's side door opens and I shut my journal and stuff it in my inner jacket pocket.
"These cops are dicks." Dean says. I try to hold back my laughter but some of it gets through. "What?" he asks.
"You slut." I say laughing.
"What?" he asks, confused. I pull open the glove compartment, and he tightens his jaw. "I… uh…"
"Oh my god, you're a man whore." I say, laughing. He looks extremely uncomfortable.

1 MONTH LATER
DEAN'S POV

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah?" I ask, looking across the table at her.

"Can I talk to you about something? A favor?" She says.

"Of course." I reply.

"Will you teach me how to drive?" She asks.

"What? You're 14." I say. "Ya got 2 more years."

"Actually, I only have 2 months." She replies.

"What?"

"When I met you and Sam, it was February 19th. I had just turned 14, on February 12th. So when we met in February, I was just 14. I was with you guys for 9 months, and I died on November 27th. When February 12th rolled around 3 months later, I would have been 15. I was alive again 9 months later on November 3rd. I searched for you guys for 2 weeks. I found you guys on the 27th, 1 year after my death, 1 month ago. So, basically I'm-"

"15." I finish.

"And since it's December 10th, and I was born on February 12th, I'm gonna be 16 in 2 months." She says. "So, to rephrase my previous question: when I turn 16 in 2 months, will you teach me how to drive?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll teach you how to drive." I say. She nods.

"Thanks, Dean." She says.