A/n: So yeah, I'm on break and have had nothing to do, thus why I've been updating so frequently. That and I have Jamie written in for every episode I plan to do up to 8x09 (she will likely get written in to tomorrow night's episode from what I've read of the plot to far.) So it's all pretty much formatting that I've been doing the last couple of weeks. But, school starts for me next week so I don't know how much time I'll have to write. We'll see. I'm really working hard to try and get caught up with the series though. I'm starting medical school in the fall and I'm not sure if I'll ever have time to write again, lol. Jamie might have to give the normal life thing she despises so much a try in season 9. Anyway, I didn't write Jamie too much into 6x06 or 6x07 so I'm combining the two.

Sam is in the line for a hot dog vendor. Dean is walking away, talking to Bobby on the phone. Jamie is sitting beside Bobby listening. "I know what I saw, Bobby."

"We tested him. Salt, silver - everything." Bobby tells him.

"He threw me to that vamp. I'm telling you, it's not my brother."

Jamie grabs the phone. "He's still our brother, Dean."

Bobby takes his phone back. "Well, then he's something we ain't ever seen before."

"Yeah, or it's freakin' Lucifer."

"It's not Lucifer!"

"You don't know that. You said you can't see anything!"

Jamie sighs.

"Did you call Cas?" Bobby asks.

"'Course I called Cas. He's not answering. Screw him. I can't wait anymore."

"Dean!"

"Look, I get it. You're rattled. You're right to be. But let's be professional –"

"Professional? He watched me get turned!"

Jamie sighs. "Calm down, Dean."

"What you saw... are you sure that's what you saw?"

Jamie nods. "Yes."

"Damn it, Bobby, yes. I know."

"Well, "you know" ain't the same as proof."

Jamie looks at Bobby. "I saw it in Dean's mind. It's what happened."

"I'm just makin sure 'Cause we're talking about –"

"- we're talking about doing something about this, and fast. It's not just the vamp, okay? He has been different from the jump."

"All right. I'm with you."

"Are you?"

"Yeah. I'll hit the books, hard. Just don't shoot him yet, all right?"

Jamie glared at the phone. "Don't you dare shoot him. Or I will shoot you."

Dean sighed on the other end.

"Watch him. We need facts. 'Cause if it ain't Sam... we don't know what it is. And if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how."

"I don't even want to ride in the same car with him, much less work a damn case."

"Get in the car. He's your case."

Jamie groans as Bobby hangs up. "I don't even know where to start. They're the only ones I know about that have been raised from hell."

"Well, I guess we start with everything that's been written about hell."

The next day Jamie is laying on the floor in Bobby's study with a book open in front of her. It's written in Latin. Bobby glances down at it as he walks by, his phone to his ear.

"Hey. You got anything?" Dean asks on the other line.

"We've been up all night lookin'." Bobby tells him.

"Jamie has been up all night?" Dean asks, obviously not happy.

"Rephrase. I've been up all night lookin'.Nothing fits."

"Awesome."

"You got anything else to go on?"

"Yeah, my skin crawls being in the same room with him. Why don't you look that up?"

"It's on the list!" Jamie yells from the floor.

"We're working on it." Bobby tells him, calmly.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this, Bobby. You got to figure out what the hell he is and fast."

"Let me talk to him." Jamie gestures for the phone. It flies out of Bobby's hands before he can say anything. Jamie puts it to her ear. "We're trying, Dean." She says into the phone, giving Bobby an apologizing look.

"Jamie, you rest. I don't want anything happening to you."

"Dean."

"I mean it. Now give the phone back to Bobby."

Jamie sighs and tosses the phone back to him. "Dean, there's a worst-case scenario."

"What, Satan's my co-pilot? Yeah, I know."

"Well, that'd be the other worst case."

"Well, then what?"

"He's not going to like it."

"Maybe it's just Sam."

Jamie glances down at her book. Knowing Dean is pausing on the other end. "I gotta go." He finally says.

"Dean."

"You got a day, Bobby, and then I'm handling this." Dean hangs up.

"Balls." Bobby hangs up.

Jamie looks up at him. "Told you he wouldn't like it."

Bobby looks at her. "You go lay your ass down on that couch" He points firmly to the couch "and get some sleep before he decides to shoot me too. He's got ya hold up here for a reason and it aint to drive me insane."

Jamie sighs, moving to sit up. "I'm pregnant, Bobby."

Bobby stares at her for a moment and then turns away. "You damn idgit. I thought you were smarter than your brothers."

"Thanks Bobby."

Bobby shakes his head, turning back to her. "You've got the worst life in the world to be pregnant in."

She shrugs. "Plenty of other hunters do it."

"You aint other hunters."

"Yeah other hunters don't have Dean Winchester watching their ass." She shoots back.

Bobby relents a little. "Well point taken, I guess. Whose the father?"

"Dean."

"Cute."

"You asked."

It's night. In Sam and Dean's motel room, Dean has an entry about Gabriel's Horn of Truth up on his laptop. He drains a glass of whiskey and sighs. "Castiel? Hello? Possible loose nuke down here, angelic weapon." He slams his laptop shut and throws it on the bed. "Kinda your department. You hear that, Cas?" He turns around.

Castiel appears. "Hello, Dean."

"Are you kidding me? I have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid horn?!"

"You asked me to be here, and I came."

"I - I've been asking you to be here for days, you dick!"

Castiel looks guilty he stutters for a moment. "I didn't come about Sam because I have nothing to offer about Sam."

"Well, that's great, because for all we know, he's just gift wrap for Lucifer."

"No, he's... he's not Lucifer." Castiel grabs the bottle of whiskey and walks towards Dean.

"And how do you know that?"

Cas refills Dean's glass. "If Lucifer escaped the cage, we'd feel it."

Dean stares at him for a moment. "What is wrong with him?"

"I don't know, Dean. I'm sorry." He shakes his head.

Dean sighs in frustration and takes a drink. "Well maybe you can help me with the other sibling that I'm down."

Castiel immediately looks back at Dean. "Jamie? What's wrong with her? Is she injured?"

Dean nods to himself. "She's pregnant." Castiel looks surprised. "Oh…of course. Of course she is." He stumbles over his words.

"You didn't know? You're her guardian angel, Cas, it's your job to know!"

Cas looks at him. He shrugs. "I've been…busy."

"What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one."

He looks down and then turns away. "I'm at war. Certain... regrettable things are now required of me." He leans against the sink.

"And Gabriel's Horn of Truth? That's a real thing?"

Castiel turns back to him. "You've seen it?"

"We think it's in town. Something's forcing people..." Sound of angel wings fluttering. Castiel has left. "Oh, well, you're welcome!"

Dean takes a swig of his glass, finishing it. Castiel reappears behind him. "It isn't the Horn of Truth."

Dean whirls around. "What are you talking about? You were gone for like two seconds. Where did you look?"

"Everywhere."

"Right. Well, nice seeing you, anyway." Dean turns away from him.

"Dean." Cas says softly.

"What?" Dean demands. He pours himself a third glass.

"About your brother. I... I don't know what's wrong with him, but I do want to help. I'll make inquiries. And I'm going right now to see your sister. I promise you, I will keep her safe."

When Dean turns around Castiel is gone. "Yeah. Thanks." Dean takes another drink.

Jamie is sitting on Bobby's couch reading through a stack of books. She absently-mindly puts her hand on her stomach. Castiel appears. He glances around. "Where's Bobby?"

Jamie looks up. "Supply run." Castiel looks very upset. "What happened? Is Dean alright?" She immediately tosses the book aside and gets up, going over to him.

Castiel looks at her. "When were you going to tell me?" He asks.

Jamie gives him a confused look. "Tell you what?"

"About this." He gestures to her stomach.

Jamie looks down and then turns away. "Did you know this could happen, Cas?" She asks softly.

"Did you?"

Jamie looks at the floor and then turns back to him. "I was kind of thinking since Jimmy isn't exactly home anymore…" She trails off and shrugs.

"Obviously we were wrong."

She nods. "Yeah."

Castiel sighs. "So…are you…happy about this?" He looks at her.

Jamie tries to smile. "Well it's kind of a miracle, right?" She and Cas chuckle, looking at each other. They seem like they want to reach other to each other, but they both hang back.

Castiel becomes serious again. "Have you told Dean that I'm-"

"No."

"Does he suspect?"

"Yes."

Cas takes a moment to process this. "What about Sam?" He asks.

Jamie looks up. "I haven't told Sam anything yet." She says shaking her head. "Speaking of, anything on Sam?"

"I haven't had a chance yet."

Jamie narrows her eyes, looking straight at him. "Why don't I believe you?" She takes a step forward, an accusingly look on her face.

Castiel looks at her oddly. "What's wrong with you?"

Jamie closes her eyes and sighs in frustration. "You tell me."

Castiel puts his hand on her stomach. She grabs his hand instinctively. He looks at her. "It's the baby, Jamie. That's why you're having trouble seeing. He's part angel."

"A Nephilia?" She asks, her expression one of almost horror.

Castiel shakes his head. "No. He is not of the Nephilim. He is beyond that. The Nephilim are sired by a vessel and born of a nonvessel. They're destructive and terrifying because their very souls are at war with their bodies. They kill their mothers at birth because their grace cannot be contained. Their flesh is weak. But you, you are the daughter of John Winchester's bloodline, a bloodline bred as vessels for angels, for Michael himself. You are meant to house angels, your womb can contain a fledgling's grace, he takes his flesh from you and your bloodline can support it. He is very powerful, though you, your powers, are concealing his full strength. As long as he is inside you, he is not visible to angels or demons from afar. But no one must know that he is sired by an angel.

Jamie nods and then gives Cas a look. "Wait…he? It's a boy?"

He nods. "Yes. It's a son that now resides in your womb." Castiel looks at her. She looks up at him. They kiss. "I still…feel for you. And now, this fledgling, this child, as he grows I feel as though my affection for you will grow as well."

Jamie shakes her head, pulling back. "No. It's not real, Cas. It's some weird angel lust thing." Cas looks hurt by her words. She looks away. "Look…if you don't want to be a part of this…Dean will look out for us."

"If that is what you want, Prophetess." Castiel looks down. "Regardless, I'm gonna find a way to help Sam. And I'm going to keep you safe. I promise."

He disappeared. Jamie puts her hands on her stomach. Tears fall down her face. Bobby walks in just then. Jamie gasps, quickly wiping her eyes. Bobby puts the bag he's carrying down and looks at her. "You okay?" He asks. Jamie nods. Bobby walks closer, not convinced. "Don't lie to me, girl."

Jamie shakes her head. "It's nothing. Hormones. I'm fine."

"I aint stupid, Jamie. You and that angel have been hooking up over for almost two years. Don't tell me you aint carrying his baby."

Jamie wipes her eyes and sniffs, looking at Bobby. "Leave my baby alone, Bobby. He's not a Nephilia."

Bobby puts his hands up. "I didn't say he was. Come over here, sit down." Bobby nods to the couch. He and Jamie go over and sit down. "Now I aint very good at this. But you need to talk and I got ears."

"It's Cas' baby. I don't know how the hell it happened, either. I didn't think I could get pregnant."

"Why not?"

Jamie sighed and looked down. "I um…when I was first with AJ, I had a miscarriage. I was 19, I was strong and healthy, I shouldn't have miscarried. They did an ultrasound and they found scaring from an old hunting accident." Bobby nodded, patting her back comfortingly. "They told me it would hard if not impossible to get pregnant, and if I did I would probably have another miscarriage." She pauses, getting choked up. Tears stream down her face. "They were right. I was pregnant the night Dean went to hell. I've spent the last three and a half years blaming Lilith for killing my baby, but it was me. It was my body that did it." She wipes her eyes and shakes her head. Bobby pulls her into a hug.

"Maybe becoming an angel healed you."

"Maybe." She wipes her eyes again. "Cas said I'm meant to house angels. Maybe that's why." She looks at Bobby and tries to suppress more tears. "I told Castiel to go."

"Now why would you do something like that?"

"He doesn't love me, Bobby. He's never loved me. We slept together like 3 times before I became an angel. And while I was an angel, there was this weird pull we felt for each other. But it was lust, it was never love. I know the difference, Bobby. I know what love is, and what's between me and Cas...and now with the baby. His grace is pulling Cas back to me and I can't deal with that. I can't deal with the lie for another 9 months."

"Jamie…"

"No. I'm not the one Cas loves. I've never been the one Cas loves."

Castiel, Jamie, Dean, and Sam are in a hotel room. Sam is tied to a chair, starting to come out of unconsciousness. Castiel is standing over him. "You're right. He looks terrible." Sam groans. "You did this?" Cas looks back at Dean.

Jamie nods. "Yeah he did."

"Cas? What's –" Sam grunts realizing his arms are bound. "Let me go."

"Has he been feverish?" Cas asks.

"Have you?"

"No. Why?"

Dean and Castiel look at Jamie. "He's telling the truth."

"Is he speaking in tongues? Are you speaking in tongues?"

"No." Jamie nods towards Dean and Castiel. "What are you... Are you diagnosing me?"

Dean walks forward. "You better hope he can."

"You really think that this is –"

"What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell? Wrong. He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole. You got it?"

"Dean…" Jamie grabs her brother's shirt and drags him back a step.

Castiel is taking his pulse. "How much do you sleep?"

"I don't."

Jamie and Dean look at him, surprised. "At all?"

"Not since I got back."

Dean stares at him, obviously pissed off. "And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?!"

Sam is completely calm. "Of course it did, Dean. I-I just never told you."

"What?"

Castiel looks at Sam. "Sam... What are you feeling now?"

Sam scoffs. "I feel like my nose is broken."

Jamie shakes her head. "No. Not like that."

"That's a physical sensation. How do you feel?"

"Well, I think –"

"Feel!"

"I...Don't know." Castiel takes off his belt. Sam watches him. "What...Uh..."

"This will be unpleasant."

"What –"

Castiel sticks his belt in Sam's mouth. "Bite down on this. If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind." Cas sticks his hand into Sam's stomach. Sam screams. Jamie grabs Dean's arm and squeezes her eyes shut. Cas pulls his hand out and walks over to Dean. Sam breaths heavily and Jamie walks closer to him.

"Did you find anything?" Dean asks.

"No."

"So that's good news?"

Jamie is staring at Sam. "No."

"I'm afraid not. Physically, he's perfectly healthy."

"Then what?"

"It's his soul. It's gone." Castiel tells him.

Jamie nods. "He's empty."

Dean scoffs. "Um...I'm s- I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no –"

Castiel looks at Dean. "Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul."

"So, where is it?"

"My guess is... Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer."

Jamie looks at Dean. "If I could see I could probably tell you. But that's my best guess as well."

"So, is he even still Sam?" Dean asks.

"Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question."

Jamie gives him a look. "Not now, Cas."

"Well, then, just get it back."

"Dean."

"Well, you pulled me out."

Jamie walks over to her brother. "You were easy."

Castiel nods. "It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible."

"Okay, well, there's got to be a way."

"So, are you gonna untie me?" Sam asks.

"No." Dean replies.

Jamie looks up. "Dean."

"Listen, I'm not gonna –"

"Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?"

"Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps." Sam sighs. "I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Please let me go."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Dean." Jamie says again.

"Well, what are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in here forever?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Okay, fine, look, I get it. I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me."

"Is it?"

"Yes. So just let me go."

Dean pauses for a moment. "No way in hell."

"Dean!"

Dean looks at his sister. "What, Jamie?"

"He already busted through the ropes."

Sam sighs, getting up and tossing the ropes aside. "I didn't want it to come to this. You're not gonna hold me, Dean - Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me. Let's fix this."

Dean moves towards him. "I'm gonna be watching every move you make."

Sam nods. "Fine. Sounds about right to me."

Dean turns away. "Cas, clean him up."

Castiel walks over and puts his hand on Sam's head. Sam groans, looking down. When he looks up his nose and face are healed.

"Thanks Cas." Jamie mutters.

"All right, if we're gonna figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to find who yanked you out. You say you don't know?"

"No idea."

"Then we start a list. If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?"

Jamie looks up. "Michael and Lucifer. Beyond that, I have no idea."

Castiel turns to Sam. "You have no memory of your resurrection?"

Sam shrugs. "I woke up in a field. That's all I got."

"No clues? None?"

Sam pauses and then looks at Dean. "I've got one."

The siblings are in the Impala and it's night. Dean is driving. Sam is riding shot gun. Jamie is in the backseat. "So you're pregnant?" Sam turns around and looks at Jamie.

She nods. "Yeah. Just a couple weeks."

"Can I?" He gestures to her stomach.

"Yeah." Sam puts his hand on her belly and then leans over and kisses it. Dean looks at Jamie through the rearview mirror.

"Hi baby. I'm your uncle Sam." He mutters.

Dean glances at him and then at the road. "I don't think he can hear you, Sam." Dean says gravely.

"He?" Sam looks up at Jamie. "You know what it's gonna be already?"

"Cas says it's a boy."

"Cas? Wait, Cas knows too? "

"Of course Cas knows." Dean mutters.

"Don't mind Uncle Dean, baby. He's cranky." He kisses Jamie's stomach again. "Whose the Dad?"

Jamie doesn't answer. "I am." Dean says.

"Wait. What?" Sam pulls back and looks at his brother.

Dean shrugs. "Just sayin." They reach the Campbell compound and Dean honks. They open the gate for them. Dean parks and they all get out. There are several hunters inside. "Gramps throw a barbecue, leave us off the e-vite list?" Dean asks.

"Sam!" Christian laughs, walking over to them. He and Sam hug. "Ahh. Dean. And this must be Jamie, right?"

Jamie nods. "Hi Christian."

"Hey. Where's the man?" Dean asks. Christian clears his throat and nods.

Dean, Sam, and Jamie throw the door open and walk in. Samuel looks up. "Come right on in."

"Need to ask you a few questions." Dean says.

"What's wrong?"

"The day you got back, what happened?"

"We've been over this."

"Well, recap it for our wingman." He points and Castiel appears. Samuel turns and looks at him.

"This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured."

"This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building."

Dean smirks. "All right, all right, quit bragging. So, you were dead, and..."

"And, pow, I was on Elton ridge. Don't know how. Don't know why. I got nothing to hide, guys."

"Well, you mind if Cass here double-checks?"

Samuel Screams.

"Oh for the love of Christ." Jamie turns around when Christian barges in, gun drawn.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay." Sam says, going over to him.

"What the hell?" Christian asks.

"Angel cavity search." Dean remarks.

Samuel is leaning against the chain link. "I'm fine, Christian. Just give us a minute."

"But –"

"Just give us a minute." Christian walks out and closes the door.

Samuel is breathing heavily. "What the hell was that about?"

Dean, Sam, and Jamie turn to Castiel. "His soul is intact."

"What? Of course I have a - What's going on, Sam?" He turns to look at him.

"Whatever dragged me out...left a piece behind." Samuel groans. "Did you know?"

Samuel shakes his head. "No, but I... I knew it was something. I... You're a hell of a hunter, Sam, but... the truth is, sometimes you scare me. So, what's the deal here? How do we fix this? How do we get his soul back?"

Dean looks up. "We don't know yet, but we have to."

"Well, I'm here to help, of course. What leads you working?"

"A bunch of dead ends and you."

"Well, then, we'll just have to dig."

Castiel is looking out the window. "Jamie, Sam, Dean... I have to get back."

Dean looks at him. "You're leaving?"

Castiel turns around. "I'm in the middle of a civil war."

Sam gestures to his sister. "Take Jamie with you."

"What?" Jamie asks.

Dean nods. "Sam's right. Cas, take her somewhere safe."

"Guys! I'm…"

Dean grabs Jamie's shoulder and looks at her. "Jamie, I need someone on this who understand this crap." He lets her go. She walks over to Cas. "You two tear the attic up, find something to help Sam."

Jamie grumbles. Castiel nods. "Of course. Your problems always come first. I'll be in touch." They disappear.

Dean and Sam are in a warehouse, there's a vampire locked in a cage in front of them. Sam stares at the caged vampire and walks towards him. "So you're really it. The first of your species."

"Of course he is." Dean and Sam turn around to find Jamie standing there, holding a machete and looking cross.

Dean narrows his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Watching your ass! By the way, thanks for telling me you were hunting vamps." She nods to the Alpha Vampire. "This is the very first."

The Alpha Vampire tilts his head staring at Jamie. "I know you. You're the Winchester girl. Jace, correct? Or do you go by Jamie now, Prophetess?"

Jamie raises her eyes to him. "That's none of your concern. Jace or Jamie, I'm the still the Vampire Slayer."

"Indeed. You've killed many of my children." He follows her with his eyes. "Now that you have your own child, perhaps you will soon understand how that makes me feel."

"Stop. If you utter another word about my son…" Jamie raises her machete.

"If you think you can kill me, by all means, try."

Dean and Sam step between Jamie and the cage. "Wait. Wait." Sam turns to the Alpha. "If you're the first... who made you?"

"We all have our mothers. Even me."

Dean turns away from his sister towards the Alpha vamp. "What does that mean?" The vampire chuckles. "And what's with the big surge of vamps lately? I mean, it's like –"

"Like we're going to war."

Jamie shakes her head. "I knew it." Dean holds his arm up, blocking her path to the cage.

"Why? What's going on? Why did Samuel bring you here?"

The Alpha Vampire sniffs, taking in Sam's scent. "You smell cold. You have no soul. What an oddity. Do you feel how empty you are? What is it like to have no soul?

"Answer my question." Sam demands.

"You first."

"You're the one in the cage."

"The thing about souls - If you've got one, of course - Is they're predictable. You die, you go up or down. Where do my kind go?" He looks at Dean.

"All right, enough with the sermon, freak."

"I'm trying to answer the question. Now, when we "freaks" die... where do we go? Not heaven, not hell. So?" He looks between Dean, Jamie, and Sam.

"Legoland?" Dean asks sarcastically.

"Purgatory." Jamie mutters, looking straight at the vampire.

Dean and Sam look confused. "You are a clever girl." The alpha tells her. He looks at her brothers and sighs. "Little rusty on our Dante, boys?"

"Why do you think they keep me around?" Jamie shoots back with a slight smirk.

"Purgatory." Sam mutters looking at Jamie.

Dean looks at him and then at the Alpha. "Purgatory? Purgatory's real?"

"Oh, stupid cattle." He chuckles. "Of course! And it is filled with the soul of every hungry thing like me that ever walked this earth. Now, where is it? That is the mystery. And that is what your kindhearted granddaddy is trying to beat out of me."

"What?" Jamie asks.

"Samuel brought you here... to find out where purgatory is?" Jamie and Dean look at Sam.

"I keep telling him - how would I know such a thing? But he refuses to untie me."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You know exactly where it is. Why does Samuel care about any of this?"

"He doesn't care. He does as he is told."

"Well, if the old man's kermit... whose hand's up his ass?" Dean demands.

Jamie glances over her shoulder and then whirls around, grabbing unto her oldest brother. "Dean…"

Behind them a gun cocks. Dean and Sam turn. "Evening, guys." Samuel is standing behind them with Christian and another hunter. They have shotguns pointed. Jamie starts to raise her hands, but Dean and Sam grab unto her.

Out in the hallway the siblings are forced to give up all their weapons. Jamie glares darkly at Samuel, but Dean keeps her firmly at his side. "Wow, you know, I have seen some stupid in my time, but you take the crown. Putting jaws in a fishbowl? How do you think that's gonna end? I don't know what kind of game you're running –"

"What, do you think I'm doing this for kicks?" Samuel asks him.

"I think you got the rest of these Feebs convinced you're John Wayne. So whatever you're doing, whatever you're hiding... it's gonna put you and everyone around you in the ground."

Samuel angrily starts towards Dean with his shotgun. Dean grabs it and shoves Samuel back. Sam elbows Christian and shoves him against the wall. Jamie holds her hand out for Dean's gun, quickly passing it to him, but as they go for the clip another gun cocks. They turn to see Gwen holding a shotgun on them. "Hi."

"Gwen." Jamie looks at Dean. "Don't." He whispers into her ear. He drops his gun and the clip and sighs, turning back to Gwen. "And I thought we had something special."

"You're related." Jamie hisses.

"Vos pregnantur cum meis infantem." Dean shoots back, quietly.

In the other room the third hunter is standing guard over the Alpha. "Are you scared of me? I would be." He chuckles. The hunter advances to turn on the electric shock. "Go ahead." He turns on the electric shock and the Alpha Vampire breaks free of the restraints. The hunter turns to flee, and as he turns the Alpha Vampire is standing in front of him.

His screams echo down the hall. Gwen, Christian, Samuel, Dean, Jamie, and Sam all look up. "Grab your stuff." Samuel tells the siblings. They start for the room. Dean, Sam, and Jamie grab their weapons and follow him. When they enter they find the hunter dead on the floor and the cage empty. Dean, Jamie, and Sam look at each other.

Samuel walks around the cage. "How much Dead Man's blood do we have left?" Christian pulls out two half filled syringes. Samuel sighs.

"How long till the alpha's 100%?" Dean asks.

"Hour. Maybe less. We need to get him dosed up and back in the cage."

Dean shakes his head. "No."

"What do you mean, "no"?

"I mean, I don't know what your big plan was, but playing catch is not on the table."

"Dean –"

"We take the thing's head off, or it kills us all! You know that." Samuel looks away and sighs. Dean stares at him. "Okay. We split up. Clear every room. You get a shot, you take it. It's not gonna kill him, but dude will move a lot slower without any kneecaps. And if we make it through this, you, me, Jamie, and Sam are having one hell of a family meeting."

Dean grabs Jamie's hand and they lead the group out of the room. Jamie, Dean, and Gwen walk down a hallway. "Non est hic." Jamie mutters quietly to Dean.

"Vos sentire non potest eum?" Dean hisses.

"Ipse est reducitis alia viam." She whispers back.

"Why are you speaking Latin?" Gwen asks. Dean and Jamie look at her and then turn around. "Hey!" She hisses, following after them. "I saw you move the gun, Jamie."

"Shut up." Dean tells her.

"Sammy!" Jamie yells. She, Dean, and Gwen arrive just in time to see Christian, who is possessed, stab the vampire with the dead man's blood. He and a group of demons grab the Alpha Vampire and disappear with him.

Jamie grabs unto Sam and brings him over to Dean. There is the sound of hands clapping. Sam, Jamie, and Dean look up. "Well, that was dramatic." It's Crowley.

"Crowley?" Sam asks.

"Hello, boys. Jamie. What an unexpected treat." He walks down the stairs towards them.

"Bring Christian back now." Samuel says, walking towards the demon.

"I'm sorry?" Crowley asks.

"My nephew! The one you just crammed a demon into!"

"Oh. No. I had him possessed ages ago. Samuel, really. I keep an eye on my investments."

"Oh my god, you son of a bitch!" Jamie yells, Dean and Sam grab her and hold her back, she struggles against their hold. "You son of a bitch!" Samuel avoids looking at Jamie.

Dean holds firmly unto his sister and turn to Samuel and Crowley. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. You two know each other?"

Crowley looks at Dean. "Not in the biblical sense. More of a business relationship, I'd say."

Sam looks at their grandfather. "You're Crowley's bitch?"

"He's Crowley's bitch." Jamie hisses.

Samuel turns back to the siblings. "It's not what you think."

"It's precisely what you think." Crowley contradicts. "That alpha he's caught me is getting him a gold star."

"Since when do you give a crap about vampires?" Dean asks.

Crowley ponders. "Since, uh... What's today - Friday? Since, let's see - mind your business."

"You may as well share with the class, Crowley. We know you're looking for purgatory." Sam tells him.

"So you heard about that?"

"Yeah. You want to tell us why?"

"Isn't it obvious? Location, location, location. I'm a developer. Purgatory is vast, underutilized, and hell-adjacent, and I want it."

"What for?" Dean demands. He keeps Jamie behind him as Crowley walks around them.

"Best shut your gob. Employees don't question management."

"We ain't your employees."

"Of course you are! Have been for some time now, thanks to gramps. I don't keep captain chromedome around for his wit, do I? Samuel knows things. More than any of you, actually. Walking encyclopedia of the creepy and the crawly. And I knew... You three are so hung up on family-loyalty nonsense, he said jump, you'd get froggy."

Jamie scoffs. "I wouldn't, for a record."

"You're an exception, as always."

Jamie nods. "Thank you."

Dean smirks. "Yeah, well, the game's over."

"Yeah, well, afraid not, not if you want to see Sam's soul ever again."

Jamie shoves Dean away. "Crowley! You damned brandy ass sucking- " Dean grabs Jamie's waist and holds her back. Crowley chuckles.

"You're bluffing." Sam says.

Crowley looks at Samuel. "Tell them, Samuel."

The siblings turn to their grandfather. "He pulled us both back, me and Sam."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? You knew?"

Dean narrows his eyes. "No, Cass says it takes big-time mojo to pull something like that off, and you're nothing but a punk-ass crossroads demon." He says, turning back to Crowley.

"Was a punk-ass crossroads demon." Jamie says her eyes ablaze.

Sam looks at his twin. "What?"

Crowley looks at Dean. "Now? King of hell. Believe me, I've got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. Or you can be...You, and I shove Sam right back in the hole. Can't imagine what it's like in there... and I can imagine so many things. So, we clear? Me, Charlie... you, angels. Job's simple enough - bring me creatures. Aim high on the food chain, please. Everybody wins. It's been a pleasure. See you soon."

Crowley disappears. Jamie looks at Sam and then at Dean. "It's time to go. Get the van." Samuel says to Gwen.

"You're letting a demon call the shots?" Gwen asks.

"I'm gonna be sick." Jamie mutters, glancing at Dean. Dean puts his arm around his sister.

Samuel turns back to Gwen. "Nothing's changed. We hunt. Period. Don't worry about him. I'll take care of it. You trust me or not? Get the van, Gwen." Gwen turns and looks briefly at Dean before walking away.

"Working with a demon, huh?" Sam asks. Samuel is packing his bag. "You're not who I thought you were."

"You don't know anything about me, son." Samuel says, looking up at Sam.

Dean walks forward. "So, what's so important that you're the king of hell's cabana boy, huh? What'd he offer you? Girls? Money? Hair?"

"I got my reasons." He walks up to Dean. "You gonna make a move, go ahead."

"Or what?"

"Or nothing. I'm not gonna do anything to you, Dean. You kids... you're my family. So the way I see it, you got two choices - Put a bullet in your grandfather or step aside."

Sam takes out his gun and cocks it. "Shoot him." Jamie demands.

"No." Dean reaches out and pushes the gun away.

"He sold us out." Sam says.

Dean nods. "I know. Let it go."

"What?" Jamie asks.

"Why?" Sam demands.

Dean looks at them and turns to Samuel. "Get out of here."

Samuel leaves. Jamie finally breaks down. "Jesus H Christ!" She waves her arm causing the table to fly into the cage. Dean wraps an arm around her as she sobs. He looks down at her and then to Sam.

"So, what now?" Sam asks.

"We can't work for Crowley." Dean hisses, hoarse.

"I can't believe HE, the king of the crossroads, is now king of hell." Jamie mutters.

"Are you sure we can't work for him?" Sam asks.

"I don't think you understand. Demons bone you every time!" Dean shouts.

"Oh, no, I get it. I do, believe me. Just running the math - Do we really have another choice?"

"We could stab him in his throat." Dean says.

Jamie pulls away. "I'll take you up on that one."

"And get my soul back how? I'm just saying, seems like we got to play ball, at least for the moment."

Dean looks down at Jamie and sighs. They walk away from Sam. "I have done some stupid things in my time, but punching a demon's clock?"

"Look, just till we find another way."

Jamie turns back to Sam. "And then?"

"And then we track Crowley down and give that son of a bitch what's coming to him. You with me, guys?" Jamie looks at Sam and then at Dean. Neither of them say anything.