Anyone else know that that rhyme refers to the Black Plague? If we only knew...

"Oi, Bobby!" I yelled when we appeared. "Might wanna fix your devil's trap in the PR."

"Why?" he asked, seeing Natalie he looked a little confused.

"It's obviously crap if Jackson and I went in there with no problems. Might wanna re-add salt and iron, and stuff." I explained.

"What are—oh." he realized. "I'll get on it." he went for the basement.

"PR?" Natalie repeated.

"Panic Room," I told her. "Where you, Grandma, Jack, and Jules, will be sleeping."

"Ooh, like the Jodie Foster movie?" Natalie gushed.

"Huh? If it has devil's traps then sure." I said.

"Um...never mind," she said quietly. "So is it a safe room or something?"

"Or something," I laughed. "Yeah you guys will be safe in there."

"Why aren't you gonna stay in there?" Natalie asked.

"Half-demon," I said. "Devil's traps will lock me in, like the one I made under the rug at home. Iron flooring, stuff...and salt. All my weaknesses." I explained.

"It's funny," I heard Jack, waking up, sat up, "How you're not sarcastic when you said that."

I shrugged, "What can I say?"

"Have you..." Jack said, "Got any leads-?"

"As a matter of fact," I stepped back, "I was about to go ask a source. Anyone wanna join me?"

"I'll go?" Natalie followed me outside. "Who are you gonna—" she stopped when I folded my hands, and closed my eyes.

"I was told this works," I said. "Cas...if you're not busy sinking the Titanic still, I could really use you right now."

We felt a whoosh, and we looked to see a...lady. Golden blond of sorts, blue eyed, looked serious. "What's this?" I asked, "You get a new vessel?"

"No," she said, "I'm Rachel." she introduced. "I'm here on Castiel's behalf."

I raised an eye, "Uh-huh. I'd like to see Cas, if that's okay."

"I'm afraid it's not," Rachel said. "He's busy, with the army."

"Army?" I repeated. "You mean he's helping Jasper, right?" I felt Natalie wince. "Since he's the leader of the army."

Rachel pondered this. "Well...yes. Now what do you need?"

I crossed my arms. "Did the angels take my sister?"

Rachel cocked her head, "Your sister?"

"Adena Cobalt," I said. "And Nick, Lucifer's old vessel, and his niece, Alice Walter." I explained.

"Oh, the baby," she remembered. "No...if we had her, I would know. We had nothing to do with their disappearance."

Was she lying? I didn't know. But she said she was speaking for Cas...He wouldn't lie, would he...? No. He wouldn't. Not Cas.

"Is that all?" Rachel asked.

"Err," I grimaced, "I guess..." and with another whoosh, Rachel was gone. "Bitch..." I muttered.

I was nowhere close to finding out anything. "Goddamnit." I hissed. I went over to a wrecked car, and slammed my fist down on the front end, creating a deep dent. "Fuck!"

Feeling like Arnold Schwarzenegger, I pounded the car some more, nearly flattening it. Then I was crying. "What the hell am I supposed to do..." I wiped my eyes, "I hate being the damn leader..."

I felt arms on me then. "It'll be okay," Natalie smiled, "You'll find them, safe and sound. And you know...you're a great leader. You've kept us all safe."

I scoffed, "Not really," I said. I looked into her blue eyes, and I pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Nat."

"You're welcome," she whispered.

That night, I watched from afar as grandma situated everyone in the PR. I made sure she had the bed. Jack, Jules, and Natalie had the floor. Blankets laid out, it looked awkward. Juliet didn't mind laying with Natalie, while Jack laid on the opposite side of them, poor guy.

"Let's all have positive dreams," I joked, fingering grandma's shoulder, making her fall asleep. Jules was next, then Natalie. When I knelt down to Jack, I brushed away his longish hair, "I'll find them," I promised, touching his shoulder, and I watched his sky eyes close.

Back upstairs, I sat at the kitchen table, pondering. "Your demon left," Bobby announced. "Said he was gonna try and find anything out."

"Okay," I said quietly, rubbing my chin.

"You alright, kid?" Bobby asked, sitting across fro me.

"Yeah...remember how we first met?" I grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Damn witch."

"Poker playing witch," I corrected.

"You're right about this one," Dean said into his phone. "It's a job."

I hated wearing fancy clothes, especially ones that made me look like I really was a part of CDC. I did love my alias name though. I was Megyn Vercetti yet again.

A twenty-five year old man died, of old age. Yeah, right? Now a real old man was missing. Dean did some snooping, and found that he liked to hang at a place called Golden Palace.

Yeah, we found the old man, looking as young as Dean. Claimed it was a game. Called the guy a miracle worker, for claiming his poker chips were years. He described the 'miracle worker' as a guy named Patrick, with an Irish accent.

Now I was twitching. My dad's name's Patrick. Ironic.

Dean, being very oddly protective, didn't want a fourteen year old angel to search bars by herself for the Patrick guy, made me go with him, while Sam went solo.

We didn't find squat. Dean tried to ask the bartender, but he was obviously lying.

Time to work the female magic. I pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill, slid it over. "You sure you don't know?" I asked in a low, seductive voice.

He took the bribe, "Out back, take the elevator down." he said quietly.

I winked at him, "Good man..." now Dean was dragging me outside.

"Don't ever do that again."

I glared, "What are you, my brother?"

"Maybe..." he said. We reached the elevator, and someone came out. Wheeling out, I should say. "Bobby?" he realized. I blinked, the Bobby he always talked to? I looked at him. Hair, hat, wheelchair, pretty blue eyes. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Planting daisies," Bobby said sarcastically, "What's it look like? Came in on the case."

"You beat me here?" Dean asked.

"Brains trumps legs, apparently," he spotted me. "I'm gonna guess you're Lynn?"

I did a crooked smile, "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, whatever," Bobby rolled away.

"You find the game?" Dean asked.

"Yep," he said.

"Did you stop it?" silence. "...Bobby?"

"...I played, okay?" Bobby said, "I lost..."

Now he was pissed... "We're not done. Stay with him." Dean ordered me, going for the elevator.

I slowly looked over at Bobby, then held out my hand. "Lynn Logan."

He gave me a look, but then shook. "Bobby Singer. You look different than I imagined."

I chuckled, "If you mean big fluffy wings, I have those." I said.

"Sure," he said. "Hell with it, get down there." he wheeled over to the elevator.

"But—" I said, then sighed. "Alright..."

"Good times," I said, laughing lightly. "Patrick was a real charmer."

"I'll say," Bobby agreed. "John McCain looking Dean."

Now I snorted, "Old man, I'll never let him live that down," I promised. "I wonder if Patrick's still around."

"Prob'ly," Bobby assured. "I'm hittin' the rack, you gonna be alright?"

"Yeah. Night." I leaned back, spacing out. When I heard him go upstairs, I made the lights turn off, and I laid my head down on the table, burying my face in my hands.

The Winchesters would be here tomorrow, maybe they can help...I felt my eyes close. This was all screwed up. Why does this happen to me? Why did I have to be the devil's kid?

My thoughts finally drifted, and I felt everything fade.

August 10, 2010

Hearing voices, I woke up to see Juliet staring at me. "Lynn! Can I go to the west?"

"Huh?" I asked groggily. How did I get in a bed? Natalie knelt down to me.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Sam is, so, so, hot!" she gushed. "I mean, Dean's cute but, you know me. Tall, big guys." she winked. "Speaking of! I went with them to an underground library," she added. "And they found a way to kill uh...the Mother."

I shot up, "How?" I asked quickly. I must have seriously overslept if they did all this today.

Natalie blinked, "With ashes of a Phoenix." she said.

"Phoenix-?" I repeated. Now that pretty little girl came to my mind.

"I guess," Natalie said. "And Dean found a journal of some guy who killed a Phoenix in the 1800's."

"What guy?" I peaked.

"It was like...Colt. Yeah. Colt." Natalie said. "And then Dean said they could go back in time, to get those ashes."

I grinned, "Cas."

"Right. So Dean called him down, but guess who came? That Rachel lady." Natalie said. "But then Castiel came anyway, made her leave. Total ownage, if you ask me. He's downstairs now."

Cas was here? Now excited, I jumped up, snapped my fingers to change my entire attire, with clean clothes. Fixed my hair but kept it down. I followed Natalie and Juliet downstairs. "Where's everyone?" I asked.

"Dean's on a supply run," Sam said. "Morning sunshine."

"Morning," I said sarcastically.

"Grandma and Jack went out. A walk or something, get his mind off what's happened." Natalie added.

"Where's Jackson?" I asked then.

"Still hasn't came back," Bobby said. Good, I guess. He wouldn't like it if he saw Cas here.

"About your plan," Cas said, looking distraught. "You only have twenty-four hours."

Hearing Sam freak, I went into the kitchen. "Oh here, I made sure we got you something." Natalie held out the McDonald's bag.

"Thanks," I sat down to eat. That was when Dean came in, with large brown paper bags.

"We are going native," he announced happily. "Gonna blend in." Sam totally declined, and I didn't get why. But he finally took the bag, and went to go change I guess?

"Can I go, Lynn? Please, please?" Juliet asked.

"To the 1800's?" I remembered. "Why?"

"I wanna see horses!" she gushed. "And cowboys, real cowboys!"

"Real cowboys?" I repeated.

"Yeah, yeah!" she said happily.

I grinned, "Go crazy."

"YAY!" she ran over to Dean, who handed her some smaller clothing.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Cas said.

Juliet looked up at him, and glared. "You're not the boss of me. I'm your boss." she explained.

Really? She was? I wonder how...Juliet turned and left to go change. What a rebel, bossy, five year old she was.

Maybe I spoiled her too much.

"This is stupid. I look stupid."

Laughing my ass off when the brothers were done, Juliet had beaten them; wearing kid-country clothing and a red country hat. "I'm like Jesse from Toy Story!" she announced, and I had to admit she was right.

Sam had his jeans still, and a white shirt. Dean went nuts, wearing a blanket on himself. "Sure you don't wanna come?" he offered.

"Oh no," I held up my hands, "I'm good. Don't like everything smelling like horse sh. . . . ."

"It's authenticity," Dean corrected me, and I saw Sam roll his eyes. "See y'all at high noon tomorrow."

Even Cas looked confused, but as Juliet held onto Sam's leg, he touched the boys foreheads, and they were gone.

"Pray for me in twenty-four hours and I'll return." Cas said, leaving.

"I'll pray for us all." Bobby said, setting a timer.

August 11, 2010

Cas came back when the timer had three hours left, on the kitchen floor, wounded-? He drew a messy blood symbol on the fridge, then fainted.

Err?

I sat in a chair as he was out on the couch, not planning to move until he did. Guess it was good Jackson was still gone, but now I worried about him too. But shh, Cas was who I was more worried about.

He woke up when the timer had an hour left. He said Rachel betrayed him, thanks to Raphael. And had no choice but to kill her, which is why he was wounded. Now he was powerless a bit, unable to go hitch back the boys.

But when he said if he touched Bobby's soul, he could get the power to bring them back. Done. I made Natalie go downstairs, where grandma and Jack were, to keep them down here. They'd seen enough. Watching Bobby writhe from Soul Touch would make it worse.

I stayed to watch, for a lesson you could say. I never knew when I could do this, if I needed juice.

And I wasn't saying that in a joking manner.