Dean turned to Darcy and was shocked to see that she didn't even seem surprised; she was just standing there with and indifferent expression on his face. It was like she didn't even care. Didn't care that her possessed sister was in a position where she'd become Crowley's lapdog.

"What the hell is that matter with you?" he asked and Darcy just ignored him. Cas cleared his throat again,

"You don't seem surprised," he added and Darcy just sighed. Dean saw a flicker of emotion flit across her face before her expressionless mask broke out again. She turned and made her way over to the back door that Dean had come through a few minutes ago. Dean was torn between letting her go and stopping her, but in the end the latter won and he grabbed her arm. She whirled around and Dean was just about able to dodge her flying fist. Dean cursed under his breath as she carried on walking and strode out of the door. He knew that he was being rude and obnoxious, but this was about Sam too. Sam, who had fragmented memories and shadows of hell lurking inside his head. The longer Sam was out there, the more time Crowley had to mess things up. Dean wasn't going to stand by and watch this happen. He turned to follow her out,

"Dean, maybe you should leave her alone for a while," Cas suggested and Dean turned to glare at him and said,

"She knows where Sam is! What if she runs off by herself?"

"She's young and has walls up to stop herself from falling apart Dean; you of all people should be able to relate," Cas replied. "I'm sure that when she's ready she will come back."

Sam felt a shiver pass through him and he stopped walking. Something about all of this felt off. Why did he feel as though he was being lead to something sinister? He blinked and suddenly he was back in a cell, it was different from where he'd been kept before, more spacious and cleaner and he frowned. He looked up and saw that Annie was kneeling beside him, her head bowed down and he resisted the urge to crawl ways and hide in one of the corners of the cell. Her voice startled him when he heard it,

"He's probably going to kill me for doing this, But I need you to remember so that you make sure that my sister is saved...you have to kill Crowley for me because he'll kill her if she tries again," Annie said before she paused briefly. "Close your eyes..." Sam did as she said and he felt her place her hands on his head. Sam winced as he felt the first waves of pain. What are you doing? He wanted to ask but he couldn't speak because the pain was building up as her hands gripped his head even tighter. He felt a rush of images coursing through his mind and he struggled to see them all because it was all going so fast. And the pain was just so deep that Sam wanted to scream until his voice was hoarse. In fact he was pretty sure that he was screaming already but there was a strange silence seeping into his hears, like he was stuck inside a never ending vacuum.

And then suddenly everything stopped. Sam opened his eyes and gasped when he saw a pair of black eyes staring back at him. But then Sam felt his eyelids drooping and he could no longer keep his eyes open.

Dean was throwing a range of weapons into his duffel when Cas reappeared beside him. He didn't even bother to scold Cas he just sighed wearily,

"She back yet?" he asked as he threw more items into the bag. Ever since Darcy had walked out they hadn't seen her since. Give her some space Cas had said, and Dean was just berating himself for not knowing that she'd try and screw them over. He hated feeling this helpless, he hated it. What exactly was Crowley's game plan here? Dean had been over it a countless number of times but he'd come p with nothing.

"She hasn't deserted us," Cas said. "She'll be back in due course." Dean rolled his eyes. What use was Cas anyway? Hell, he didn't even have any leads on where Sam was.

"You know what Cas?" he asked, "If you're some sort of hotshot angel now, why is it that you can't take us to Crowley's lair? Why is it that you can't give me any answers?"

"Because it's very likely that you won't like the answers," Cas replied. "You're not focused on getting Crowley out of the picture because you haven't gotten over the fact that Sam's really alive," Before Dean could reply, Bobby poked his head into his front room and said,

"She's back." Dean dropped the back and went storming out of the room and came face to face with Darcy in the hallway. She shot him a look that Dean couldn't read and for some reason Dean found himself biting back all the angry words he's been so ready to throw at her. After all, they were pretty much in the same situation here. So he just nodded at her as a way of greeting her and he didn't react to her raised eyebrow. She glanced at him for a moment before she walked past him and entered Bobby's front room. Dean noticed that she was limping slightly and he felt a flash of guilt running through him. He followed her into the room and watched as Darcy and Castiel engaged in a conversation that he and Bobby clearly weren't going to be invited into.

She'd supposedly been inside that house when it blew up so how had she come out of it mostly unscathed? Apart from a few scratches on her face and the limp it Dean wouldn't have believed that she'd been in the house at all...unless...she wasn't inside the house when it'd blown up. After all she'd disappeared somewhere before he and Sam had gotten out. She could easily have orchestrated the whole thing. She could easily have been stringing them along. Hell, they first time they met her it'd been after a freaking car crash that supposedly didn't happen. As Dean watched Darcy and Cas talk his eyes began to narrow in suspicion. Something wasn't right here; there was something odd that Dean just couldn't put his finger on. He was missing something, he knew he was.

He just hoped that when he figured it out, it wouldn't be too late.