When Sam enters the Roadhouse following Bobby, his first impression is oddly comforting. He's never been to this specific bar before, but a life on the road means he's visited his fair share of places like this, and whilst not always at the forefront of his favorite memories, he still feels a sense of nostalgia.

It's dark inside, tables are dotted around and booths are lining the walls. It's currently empty which he supposes isn't that strange considering the remote location of the Roadhouse or that it's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Bobby leads them straight up to the bar, behind which is a petite blonde that looks to be about 19. Sam thinks Dean might call her 'cute', but the scowl she's sending their way would've even faltered Dean's flirty behavior.

"It sure is good to see you Joanna Beth" Bobby says.

Eyeing the both of them, she heaves a sigh before grabbing two beers and slamming them down on the counter.

"Save the charm, Bobby. You only ever stop by here for one reason and that usually spells trouble. You two grab a booth and I'll go find my mom"

With a flip of her hair, she disappears back into what Sam assumes is the kitchen. Picking up their beers, Sam follows Bobby over to a booth tucked into one of the corners and sits opposite the older man.

"That was Jo, her mom Ellen owns this place. Jo might be small but don't be fool enough to think her soft. More than a one poor soul has gone to the hospital after trying to get a little too friendly with that firecracker" Bobby say's, a smiling crossing his face.

"Damn straight, Singer. I taught my girl well"

Sam looks up to see a middle aged woman approaching the table. She has a kind and caring face, but he can sense immediately that she's got a hard edge to her. He wonders how many people she's sent to the hospital too.

"Ellen, damn it's been too long" Bobby says, standing to give the woman a hug, which she returns with a solid pat to the back.

"Normally I'd agree, but seeing as how every time you drag your ass to see me, there are usually half a dozen demons on your tail, I'll just ask who your friend is instead" She replies, nodding her head towards Sam.

"Right. Ellen, this is Sam Winchester. Sam, this is Ellen Harvelle."

"Winchester? You're one of John's boys?"

"Yes ma'am" he says, standing and offering his hand.

"Ma'am? You sure don't seem like John's son. You call me Ellen, honey. Now as much as I love this old coot" she says, slapping Bobby on the back "What brings you two here, and don't say you came for the food, cos as good as I am, it ain't worth crossing state lines for"

Slipping back into the booth, Ellen sits beside Sam but looks at Bobby expectantly.

"We're looking for John. I've called about every damn hunter I know, but you got a lot more traipsing through here on a daily basis. I was hoping you might've heard anything that might point us in his direction" Bobby explains

"We'll I haven't heard anything myself, but I could put the word out if-"

"No!" Sam interrupts, cringing at the thought of an innocent hunter approaching his possessed father.

Ellen turns towards him, and he can tell she knows instantly that things are worse than either man has mentioned so far.

She looks over both men, obviously trying to silently discern what kind of shit they've brought her way.

Growing up with just a father, Sam often wondered when he was younger what it would be like to be scolded by a mom, rather than being made to do extra push-ups like John had dished out for any errant behavior. With the look Ellen is sending his way now, he thinks he might be about to find out first hand.

Both men shift uncomfortably in their seats under the scrutiny. Sam is about to break the silence when Ellen simply holds up a hand to stop him.

"You're going to tell me what you're really doing here, and don't either of you go lying to me now" Ellen says, with a look so fierce that lying doesn't even cross Sam's mind, but thankfully Bobby saves him by answering first.

"We really are looking for John. It's that…he doesn't happen to be behind the wheel of his body at the moment."

"You wanna maybe explain that a bit more?"

"You know who John was hunting?" Bobby asks.

"The same bastard he's always hunting. Yellow Eyes" she replies, worry now changing her expression.

"Well, it would appear that Yellow Eyes found him first. Last we saw of John, he was possessed by that son of a bitch"

"Shit" she spits out. "I'm guessing there's a lot more to this story, but I think we're all gonna need something a lot stronger than beer. I'm going to grab my top shelf whiskey and three large glasses. Don't you fellas move a muscle."

Sam watches as Ellen slides from the booth and marches back towards the bar.

"She might be the kindest, most loyal woman I've ever met, but damn if she doesn't scare me silly." Bobby says, in a lowered voice as if Ellen may hear him across the bar.

Sam opens his mouth to reply but stops when he hears the unmistakable sound of Deans voice shouting at someone or something outside.

His hopes are dashed that he's the only one to have heard him when he sees Ellen reappearing with a shotgun in her hands.

"What are those drunken fools up to now?" She barks, storming towards the door.

Sam and Bobby are both instantly up and running across the room.

"Ellen, wait!" Bobby yells.

As she reaches for the door, an explosive force sends them all flying backwards. The windows shatter and glass shards spray across the entire bar. All the light bulbs above them explode plunging the bar into complete darkness.

The ground rumbles around them and for one confused moment Sam wonders if it's an earthquake. He can make out Bobby and Ellen both laying a few feet from him, and just as he's about to ask if they're okay a blindingly white light floods the bar. He slams his eyes shut and hopes that they have the sense to do the same.

Sam stays huddled on the floor for a few more minutes before he feels the world around him still. He raises his arm away and can tell that the light has vanished. Slowly opening his eyes he sees Ellen already clambering to her feet.

"Jo!" Ellen yells towards the kitchen.

"Joanna Beth, you answer me", she yells again.

The kitchen door swings open revealing a disheveled looking Jo. Ellen rushes forward and grabs onto her daughter, apparently inspecting her for damage.

"I'm alright, Mom" Jo says, as Ellen continues to brush glass off of her.

Bobby is already standing and helps pull Sam to his feet.

"You alright, boy?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah, I think so." He replies, carefully dusting the glass off of his clothes.

"Oh God, Dean!" Sam spits out, turning for the entrance.

The door is hanging from its hinges after the mysterious blast, and Sam walks cautiously out into the car park.

Sam's mouth drops open at the sight before him.

There are a few cars in the parking lot and all, except the Impala, have had their windows blown out, debris is littered all over the gravel floor.

With his back to Sam, Dean is currently standing in the middle of a shallow crater, with what appears to be salt circle surrounding him. Wind is whipping around him causing his clothes and hair to ripple, but strangely it's concentrated within the circle as Sam can't feel any wind despite seeing the evidence before him.

Even though Sam knows he no longer needs it, his brother is breathing heavily but most worryingly of all is the bright glowing light that is covering Dean's body.

"Dean?" Sam calls hesitantly.

His brother gradually turns to face Sam, Dean's face is void of any expression and his eyes are glowing a brilliant white.

"Dean, can you hear me?" Sam tries again.

"Sa…Sammy?"

The light fades from Dean's eyes first, swirling slowly, returning the color to the vibrant green that Sam is so used to. He watches as his older brother seems to take in the destruction around him, noticing that the wind has now ceased as well.

Dean opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by glass crunching.

Sam turns to see that Bobby, Ellen and Jo have exited the Roadhouse and are staring at Dean, they all look as shocked as Sam feels.

Returning his attention to Dean, he takes a slow step forward

"Dean, are you okay? Can you tell me what happened?" Sam asks

"I…uh….oh fuck, Sammy. I swear it was an accident. Walt and Roy were here, I thought if I spoke to them like normal they'd just leave, but they knew about me. Said 'a demon' told them."

A light touch to Sam's arm causes him to flinch, but he calms immediately when he realizes that it's only Ellen, but it doesn't last long when he realizes Ellen has her shotgun aimed at Dean.

"Would either one of you be so kind as to explain what in the hell just happened to my bar?"

"Uh…Ellen, this is my brother Dean. He's the other reason we're here."

"No shit!" she says, "But that doesn't explain why I've got over a dozen windows I gotta replace or why your brother was glowing like a goddamn night light. What the hell are you?"

"You don't need the gun, Ellen." Bobby calls from behind them, approaching slowly with Jo at his side.

"Hell I don't. Just like always Singer, bringing trouble right to my door. Now, you might trust this thing" she says gesturing towards Dean "but I'm not seeing one good reason as to why!"

"Look, lady. I'm sorry about your windows –but Walt and fucking Roy were going to hurt my Baby."

"They threatened your baby? Wait, you've got a kid?" Ellen asks, obviously confused.

"Oh my god, Dean…" Sam mutters, as a light blinks on in his head. "He's talking about his car, Ellen. They threatened to damage his car" he continues, indicating towards the only one in the lot that's untouched.

"You did all of this" She says, gesturing around at the mess, "Because they threatened your car?"

"Uh…" Dean has the sense to look ashamed.

"Wait…Dean, where are Roy and Walt now?" asks Bobby.

"Roy was about to set light to the Impala, they were under the impression it was the only thing keeping me here. Walt was where you're standing now and Roy was standing by the passenger door just before…it, uh, I…before things went to shit."

Still pointing the gun, Ellen walks towards the front of the car, not taking her aim off of Dean. Her eyes scan the ground around the Impala. Bobby and Jo also start searching for any evidence of Roy or Walt.

"There's nobody here, 'cept us, but that's their car." Ellen says, pointing to one of the shattered vehicles, "Now I want some answers, and I want them now. What are you and where the hell are Roy and Walt?"

"I don't know what happened to those two idiots, but to answer your first question. I'm a ghost."

"A ghost? There hasn't ever been any reports of ghosts being able to do what you did." Jo replies.

"He's telling the truth," says Bobby, "Now I got a few suspicions after the light show that might provide a few more answers, but first things first, Ellen you wanna lower the gun? I'll vouch for the kid, he won't hurt you or Jo. Besides, if my thoughts prove right, those salt rounds aren't going to a damn thing to him anyways."

"What are you talking about, Bobby?" Dean calls over, having not moved since they'd all exited the Roadhouse.

"Boy, rather than yelling, get your ass over here and apologize properly to Ellen for destroying her bar."

Sam watches incredulously as Dean, seemingly completely unaware, climbs out of the shallow crater and drags his feet over to their small gathering.

"Dean! You just crossed a salt line!" Sam exclaims.

His brother looks confused, before peering down at the clear scuffs his foot prints have rendered in the salt.

Wide green eyes swing over the scene before settling on Sam. Dean takes a few steps forward with his hand outstretched, Sam doesn't have time to brace as Deans hand waves unceremoniously through his head.

"Damnit Dean! Don't do that!" he yells, futilely trying to bat his brother's incorporeal hands away.

"Sorry, it was the quickest way I could think to check"

"If you two idiots are quite done, do ya think we can get back to-"

"Wait! Do you hear that?" Deans says, interrupting.

Now everyone's stopped talking Sam does hear something, it sounds like Metallica playing softly in the Impala.

"That's my cell" Dean says, striding towards the car. He reaches in through the partially open window and jogs back a second later with the cell in his hand.

"Huh…Well this outta be interesting" he says.

Flipping open the phone he answers, placing the call on loud speaker. A voice screeches down the line before anyone has a chance to say a word.

"Winchester! You son of a bitch!"

"Nice to hear from you again so soon, Roy" Dean says with a smile, watching the dumbfounded expressions of everyone standing around him.

"Roy, it's Ellen. Where the hell are you?" she asks, finally pointing the gun at the ground.

"Ellen, get away from him, he's a goddamn monster!"

"Well, from the way I hear it, you weren't exactly giving him any time to explain."

"He's a ghost! We kill ghosts" Roy squawks.

"I'm already dead, you dumb piece of shit" Dean chimes in.

"Can it, Winchester. Roy, is Walt with you? Do you know where you are?" Ellen says.

"Yeah, Walt's with me. I don't know how the fuck that demon scum did it, but we're in goddamn Mexico!"

"Mexico!?" Jo splutters.

"But you better believe we're heading straight back for you, Dean. I promise the last face you're ever going to see-"

"Bye Roy" Dean shouts over his tirade, flipping the phone shut.

"Ellen, can I get that whiskey now?" Sam asks, sighing.


Over the next hour or so, between the five of them, they'd managed to clear away most of the glass. Bobby and Sam had secured sheet plastic to the windows until they could be repaired and had fixed the door back onto its hinges, which was now locked.

Ellen had also been able to replace all the broken bulbs, but had kept most of the lights off to deter potential customers.

After it became apparent that he hadn't actually murdered Roy and Walt, Ellen had become a lot more hospitable towards Dean. She'd even gone into their back storage room and removed any warding to keep him out.

He'd known it was possible from the vast encounters they'd experienced with ghosts in the past that walking through walls was within his abilities, but actually trying it for the first time was jarring to say the least; thankfully it'd been as easy as walking through a door and all the horrible ideas he'd imagined of getting stuck halfway were proven false.

Now they're all seated in the small back room, with whiskies for Sam, Bobby and Ellen and a soda for Jo. Dean watched wistfully as Bobby took a long swallow of his drink.

"Bobby, you said you had some suspicions" Ellen prompted, startling Dean from his reverie, "and I want to hear the rest of this story too."

"Right…well in regards to Dean. Like we've said, he really is a ghost, but as you know he's not exactly normal."

"Hey!" Dean protests.

"We'll get to the story after I've explained what my theory is about what happened tonight." Bobby continues, ignoring Dean's indignant look.

"Walt and Roy were correct on one thing. Dean is tethered here to a possession, but it's not the Impala. We can trust them Dean, show them your amulet." Sam adds.

Feeling exposed with four sets of eyes on him, he reluctantly reaches under his shirt and pulls forth the necklace

"It's nice and all, but I don't see what's so special" says Jo, after inspecting the charm.

"Well, a few days ago I would've told you that it was strong protection magic, but after doing some research I now think it has a different purpose altogether. We found an exact drawing of that idol in a book full of angelic objects. It took me a while to decipher and I still have work to do, but after witnessing Dean's reaction to Roy attempting to torch the Impala, what I've learnt so far makes a lot more sense."

"What did you find Bobby?" Ellen asks.

"I believe that necklace was created as a means of finding an angel, and to find an angel you need something angelic. When Dean bled onto his amulet to keep tethered I think some of the amulets power transferred to him. Which explains the amped up telekinesis, the bright lights and how Roy and Walt somehow took a trip down to Mexico in a matter of seconds."

"I think the power has been building gradually though, which is why after his…outburst…salt is no longer affecting him"

All eyes are on Dean again, who is reeling at this latest revelation. With all that's happened over the last few days, he supposes he shouldn't have really expected anything less. Now they could add angels to the mix as well. Great, he thinks to himself.

"Bobby, I think we need to hear the rest of the story now" Ellen says, downing the last of her drink.