First of all, I would like to apologise for how long it has taken me to get this part out. I lost my mojo, it seemed, but it is back – shame it was after I had written this chapter, which leads me onto the second of all…I want to apologise for how crappy this is. It isn't what I wanted to go with but it's what came out and, though I've tried, I cannot write it any other way.

But, after this, I am going to be jumping ahead somewhat. In the time it has taken me to get this up, I had planned to be on time with the show – so I'm jumping. But, things will hopefully make sense. A friend of mine is reading this who doesn't watch the show so I kinda have to cover everything anyway to keep him up to speed. There will be a recap; I guess is what I'm saying.

So please, enjoy this chapter, but don't judge me on it.

I own Lexi. Nothing else.

13. Revelation.

"DEAN?!" I yelled as I flung open the front door, barging into the house. My eyes searched frantically around as I moved further in. The house was quiet, too quiet for things to be safe. I kicked at a couple of shot gun shells that decorated the floor, traces of rock salt falling from the inside.

"What's going on Bobby?" I turned with Sam's voice, I looked to them and back again, more interested in following the shells on the wooden floor. Walking along side the rest of them, I moved through the living room and into the study. Out of sight, I sniffed at the air. The scent of fresh gunpowder lingered in the dusty atmosphere, wrapping Dean's musky sweetness with burnt undertones. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and followed my nose.

"I don't know…those kids…they…I…" Bobby wasn't making sense. Out in the junk yard, I only saw one girl but 'those kids', implied that there was more and they obviously meant something to the old man. When I opened my eyes, I could see my nose was guiding me out of the study and towards the stair case. I turned back to the fireplace and grabbed one of the iron pokers that hung on the hooks over the dead coals.

At the top of the stairs, I could smell Dean more clearly. Still following his scent, I rounded the corner and what I saw broke me into a sprint down the hall. He was on the floor, legs stretched out in front, with some chick stood over him. His eyes were closing, probably something to do with the hand around his neck. As I ran I lifted the poker in my hand and swung hard. The girl turned in time for me to see her angry face before disappearing in a cloud of smoke and embers. His green eyes opened again and greeted me with the same appreciation as they did in Hell. After whatever was going on is over, I'm putting him straight back to bed. Getting taken down by a damn ghost, obviously he wasn't 100% back in the game yet.

"Thanks." he huffed as I pulled him to his feet.

"Was that Meg?" his eyes fell to the floor quickly before looking back to me.

"Yeah…before um…before, everything."

Bobby's voice sounded through the house, Dean and I instinctively followed it.

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Bobby led us down the dark stairs to his basement, and right at the back was what looked like a vault door. The old man pulled on the spinner lock, it twisted with a protesting screech and finally opened to reveal a whole new room; one I'd never seen before in all my times of being here. He motioned for us to go inside.

I looked up, the smell of iron drowning me; as dark as the room should have been, light drenched the place from the fan grate above that had a…pentagram on it…? Iron, pentagram; I spun slowly round, studying the different symbols on the walls. Sam caught my eyes and directed me to look down; a huge Devils Trap was painted on the floor.

"You built a panic room Bobby?" Sam asked quietly.

"I had a weekend off. Got bored." he stated bluntly with a shrug of his shoulders, bringing a smirk to my lips.

"You're awesome!" Dean proclaimed from his place amongst an array of weapons.

"So what do we do?" I turned to join the conversation, "Just wait here and hope they give up?" I let my body fall against the wall and slump down. I hung my hands on top of my knees casually as I spoke. "Cause that's no use. Have you ever known a spirit to just give up? Plus, we don't even know how many are out there." I flicked my wrist towards the door.

"Lex is right. If we sit here, they'll just wait right outside the door for us, and I don't see a john anywhere in this joint." Dean held his arms out and allowed them to flop back down to his sides. "What are they doing here anyway?"

"Because we didn't save them?" Bobby's husky voice made his question sound more like a statement.

"We can't save everybody." I answered from my place. "But, I don't think that's the reason. While I was…out, Cas showed up. He told me something was going on and that I needed to get to the house, then he said "before it breaks.", whatever that means. Before he could say anything else, he was called."

"Called?" Dean raised a brow as he moved closer to my side.

"Yeah, by…Heaven, I guess." my gaze fell as I heard him snort. Obviously he still wasn't buying into the idea of angels existing. That hurt me a little, the fact that he didn't believe me fully.

"Before it breaks…" the old hunter mumbled to himself as he rummaged through some dusty books that were scattered across a table. The sound of a chair creaking rang through the iron room; he started flicking through the pages of a worn and tattered book when he settled down. The boys and I shared a look just before Bobby spoke again, "Alright, so they're not spirits, they're Witnesses."

"Witnesses to what?" Sam aired our joint question.

"Witnesses to the un-natural. They've seen things they shouldn't have seen."

"Where the hell are you getting this from?" Dean threw another question the old man's way.

"Well, it's a rare 1st edition. Not the crappy, dulled down tourist version that's more common nowadays…" the three of us hadn't taken our eyes off of him, he let out a sigh as he adjusted his trucker cap, "It's from the Book of Revelation."

I felt like I had been hit by a 14-wheeler, and the wolf inside shifted and let out a heartbreaking howl, so loud that I thought the others might hear her.

Revelation. Apocalypse. Shit.