Ella had yelled for Zachariah for what seemed like hours. Her throat was sore, and she had finally given up and sat down on the edge of the beach, letting the sand tickle her toes and the water rush onto them. There was a soft fluttering of wings, and a pair of bare feet stepped up beside of her. Joel looked down at her, his dark hair falling about his face and his jeans slipping over his feet and dragging slightly in the damp sand. "I heard you calling... I know you were looking for Zachariah, but.. maybe I could help."

Ella glanced up at him for a moment before returning her eyes to the ocean. "Is my sister really back?"

"Yes, she is." Joel replied quietly. "She is at Chuck's house with the others. What are you doing out here?"

"Zachariah. He poofed me here, gave me some sob story about how he used to be a nice dude," She rolled her eyes, glancing up at him again and then back to the ocean. "He said he was my mothers guardian angel way back when, and knocked her up, and here I am."

Joel's eyes grew wide and he seemed to pale a little. "You... you mean he's the one that all of the angels were talking about when they told me that it was a bad idea to fall in love with... oh... oh... no. That... that means that you're my... my sister! I made out with you!"

"Well it wasn't exactly pleasant for me either," She said. "I don't know what's worse; someone like Zachiariah is my father and my whole entire life is a lie, or that I made out with you."

Joel cleared his throat. "Well... I couldn't have been that bad of a kisser." he grumbled as he walked to her and knelt down in front of her. "I think it's time you got off this beach and went to see your sister before she is forced to leave again." He lifted his hand and pressed his fingers to her forehead gently.

Ella blinked and then suddenly found herself standing in the middle of the living room just as the front door slammed behind Dean. She glanced around, seeing Chuck sitting quietly at his desk, and Sam was standing off to one side of the room. Her eyes widened as she saw her sister.

Oshea looked over at Ella and smiled a little. "It's really good to see you." She said quietly. Her eyes widened as she saw Ella's stomach and she gasped. "Oh... my god... are you... pregnant?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "No, she's just been eating too many apple pies. Of course she's pregnant! Einstein here put the bread in the oven on their honeymoon night." He said, jabbing a thumb toward Sam.

"Wait... honeymoon? You mean you both got married?" Oshea asked quietly.

"Yeah, for a little while now," She nodded and then suddenly threw her arms around Oshea in a hug. After a moment she pulled away. "How are you back?"

Oshea returned the hug tightly, closing her eyes. It was wonderful to see her sister again. As they pulled away, she sighed. "I don't know exactly... someone brought me back as ... as a demon..."

Ella sat down on the couch and listened as Oshea explained everything. "I can't believe this," She said quietly, shaking her head.

"Neither can I...," Oshea said softly, brushing her fingers through her short hair. She sighed, glancing back to the door where Dean had gone. Sam sighed and stood up,

"I'll talk to him. You both have a lot to catch up on." He stepped from the living room into the hall. Bobby stood up after him.

"Since everything seems to be under control here for the moment, I'm going to go back to the house. See if I can find anything that can help you, Ella." He said, giving her a little pat on the shoulder before he started after Sam.

Sam stepped out onto the porch of Chuck's small house. "Dean?"

The elder Winchester was sitting on the steps and glanced up at Sam as he spoke. "Yeah?"

His younger brother moved to the stairs and stepped down them, sitting down beside his sibling and looking at him with a little frown. "It's not your fault, you know." He said after a moment.

Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Sam, I'm fine," He said, "I don't really want to talk about it. Wallowing isn't going to do us any good, especially with what's going on with Ella right now."

"Dean, you're not fine. All of this keeping things to yourself, it's going to eat you alive." He said, narrowing his eyes slightly. He shook his head and sighed. "Ella's my wife, I'll worry about her." He ran his fingers through his hair. "But Dean, you need to worry about Oshea. She needs you, Dean. I know you aren't into the whole having emotions thing... but you could at least pretend like you care."

"I care. But being Mr. Sensitive and talking about my feelings isn't going to change the fact that Oshea died for no reason."

"Maybe not, but at least you'd seem human. We can't go back and change things, Dean, but she's alive now. Look, all I'm saying is that you might want to get your butt back in there and at least talk to her before she has to leave again."

Dean rolled his eyes, but he knew Sam was right. He was being stubborn, angry... not at Oshea, but about everything else. He stood up from the steps and walked back into the house.

As soon as he stepped in the door, Oshea was standing from the couch. "I'm sorry, Ella. I have to go." She said quickly. She rushed out into the hallway and nearly ran into Dean as he stepped inside. "Dean... I'm sorry, but I can't stay here any longer."

Dean's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm being summoned back to Crow Agency. Someone is wanting to make a deal at the crossroads." She said quietly.

"And you can't wait two seconds to talk to me?"

Oshea sighed and lowered her eyes, shaking her head. "I... I wanted to... I'm sorry, Dean." As soon as his name left her lips, she vanished. Dean stared at the space she had been for a few moments. He had screwed up. He should have talked to her when he had the chance, done something. Now it was too late.