"I was brought back about a year and a half ago, before I died again, anyway," Samuel said.

"By what?" John asked. He was suspicious of stuff like that just happening.

"A demon," Samuel admitted. "I was working for him so that he would bring Mary back."

"So, that was a demon who brought us back just now? Pretty much what I suspected," John admitted.

"No. That was an angel."

"An angel?" John and Mary asked together.

Mary used to tell Dean that angels were watching over him, but she had never really believed it. With all that she had seen growing up, she didn't believe in anything good. Especially after the way she had died and her time in Purgatory. Or course, she had brought that on herself by making a demon deal.

"Yeah. But he was working with Crowley, too."

That brought up another question. "What exactly were you doing for this demon, Dad?" Mary asked. She had learned the hard way not to trust demons. OK, she knew not to trust him when she made the deal but she was desperate.

"He wanted to find Purgatory and thought alpha monsters would know where to find them, so I hunted them and turned them over," Samuel said. That was all he would say on the subject. After all, that didn't sound so bad. After all, they were just monsters.

"You're hiding something," Mary said. She knew her father very well. She could tell when he was evading or telling half truths. How many times had she seen him do it while hunting when she was a kid?

Samuel averted his eyes. He should have known he couldn't hide anything, much less something of this magnitude, from his only daughter. "Crowley thought Sam and Dean had outlived their usefulness. He wanted me to set a trap for them."

"Did you do it?" John asked, angered beyond belief. Nobody would have accused him of being a good father and he had told Dean that he may have to kill Sammy, but he would have never dreamed of turning them over to demons. Not only that, he wouldn't have turned anybody else over to demons for them, either. There were lines you didn't cross.

"Yes," Samuel admitted, but hastened to add, "I was glad when they got away."

"Well, that's really good to know," John said sarcastically. "Come on, Mary. We need to find out what's happening inside."

They started toward the building and Samuel started to follow.

"No, Dad. I don't trust you," Mary said, before John could object to his presence.

Samuel had never felt more lonely as he watched his daughter, and the man he would always consider not good enough for her, walk through those doors and away from him.

SSS

Adam looked up from the table he was strapped to as Michael and Lucifer argued. They didn't have body forms and they were pure bright light. It hurt just to look at them. Their voices were like screeching but he could understand them. They were fighting about Sam…again. He missed Sam, but mostly because there was nowhere else for the focus to be.

"It's his fault we're here and we could still be torturing him if you were more vigilant," Lucifer hissed at Michael.

"Sam was your responsibility. Adam was mine. Adam is still all here," Michael pointed out.

Adam wanted to roll his eyes. They had been having the exact same fight for decades. Of course, when they were fighting they weren't torturing him, so he supposed he ought to be grateful. On the other hand, the fire was so hot, nobody had to be torturing him for him to be in severe pain. When they had first popped into the cage he had asked how hot it was. Lucifer had actually answered him and told him it was 1,000 degrees. It felt hotter.

"Hello boys."

"Crowley, right?" Lucifer asked. This was the demon who had helped the Winchesters defeat him.

"I have a proposition to make," Crowley said.

"You know it's funny. I was in here for 2,000 years which is really over 2000,00 years, without any company or being interrupted. The only conversation I had was when Azazel contacted me to find out how to let me out. Then I get locked back in here with these two knuckleheads and Sam Winchesters. That stupid angel, Castiel, comes to get Sam's mind and body. Then Death comes to Sam's soul. Now you're here. It's like Grand Central Station. What do you want?" Lucifer asked in an annoyed tone. He missed the solitary he had once had. Humans, angels, demons, he was so much better than any of them.

"Castiel has become all-powerful. He has consumed all the souls from Purgatory," Crowley explained.

"All of them?" Michael and Lucifer asked in unison. They knew what that meant. Castiel would be the most powerful angel ever, but not quite all-powerful.

"So, what do you want from us?" Michael asked. He hated demons and didn't want to be dealing with one. The earth's problems were now the earth's problems and he couldn't care less since he was stuck in this stupid cage with his stupid brother for eternity.

"Raphael and Gabriel are dead. You two, together, could probably stop him," Crowley said.

"Except that we're down here," Lucifer pointed out. He wished this moron would just get to the point.

"Do you think I just strolled in here without having a way out? I can let you out, if you promise to take care of Castiel."

"Sure," Lucifer and Michael promised. They didn't care about their wayward brother and would be more than happy to smite him.

"Come on, then," Crowley said.

"Hold on," Michael replied, turning towards Adam. If you want out, consent to be my vessel again. Otherwise, we'll leave you in here.

Adam wasn't really looking forward to having Michael inside of him again. If they left there would be no one to torture him, but on the other hand he would be completely alone for eternity and he still hadn't adjusted to the heat. "Yes," he decided.

Michael took possession of him.

"Not fair," Lucifer whined. "I don't have a vessel."

"Guess you should have kept a closer eye on it," Michael taunted as they followed Crowley out of the cage and back to earth.