Dean was walking down the hall when he heard the sound of bodies hitting the floor in a rough heap, and screaming. Running towards the sound he found Sam, Castiel and two women who he didn't recognize. The older one had long cuts on her face while the other, more of a girl really, was on the floor backing away from Sam shouting, "Get away from me!"

"Tulip, it's alright," Sam urged, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I think it's understandable if she doesn't believe you." Cas said tersely, healing the woman.

"Ah, hey guys," Dean began, "What's going on?"

They all turned to look at the elder Winchester. "Oh, hey Dean," Sam said awkwardly, "Good news, I found Cas."

"Yeah, and apparently a couple of other people." Dean observed.

Sam looked between the female. "Right," He said, "This is-" He trailed off as he realized he didn't know the name of the older woman.

"Hannah." The woman said, "Thank you for saving me."

"No problem," Sam replied, "And this is Tulip she's apparently physic and hangs out sketchy hunters, and...really, that's all we know at this point."

Sam left Cas with the girls and took Dean until the other room and explained to him what had happened.

"They found a room of dead angels," Dean recapped, "And started combing for survivors? You sure they weren't trying to help?"

"You didn't hear the way they were talking Dean," Sam replied, "Whatever they were planning to do with Hannah, it wasn't good."

"Neither was whatever happed before they showed up," Dean commented, "So we talk to the angel-girl first then psychic-girl?"

Sam walked down the hall go get them. "Hey, Hannah, would you mind coming with me a second?"

"Alright," Hannah agreed, walking off with him.

"Sam!" Cas called out, struggling to keep hold of Tulip.

"Yeah?" Sam asked

"What about her?" Cas asked, gesturing to the girl in his arms with his chin.

"We just need to question her about her friends, then we'll cut her lose." Sam promised.

Apparently that did not reassure Tulip as she kept struggling. "What am I suppose to do until then?!" Cas called after her.

Sam walked Hannah over a chair in the main room. "Now, we know you've been through a lot today," He began, "But would mind telling us what happen to the others?"

Tears welled up in eyes.

"It's okay," He told her, "Take your time."

"Did you-"Hannah began finally, "Did you hear that noise?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed, "Cas, too. Do you-do you know what it was?"

Hannah shook her head. "It, uh, it sounded familiar." She told them, "It sounded like Heaven. It's so strange down here."

Sam handed her a tissue. Hannah looked at it like she didn't know what to do with it.

"It'll absorb the tears." Sam explained, "Just dab it on the area."

She did as he instructed as she continued. "I, uh, followed the tone and found so many of my brothers and sisters had as well. It felt safe down there, and then the doors slammed shut and a strange angel arrived. He said he worked for the new God."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. "Let me guess," Dean said, "He was talking about Metatron."

"Hm-hmm." Hannah confirmed, "He made us an offer...join Metatron, fight for him, and those that did would one day be allowed to return to Heaven."

"Return to Heaven?" Sam asked.

"I didn't believe him, either," Hannah said, misinterupting the question, "But he said he would take us home. Some angels joined him. My friends and I refused, and, uh..." She broke down into tears again.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Sam said, sincerely.

While Hannah cried herself out, Sam and Dean conferred off to the side. "Okay, so he's a got a new door made." Dean said, "Well, we knew that was eventually going to happen."

"And he's killing off all the angels that won't join him?" Sam responded.

"You do remember all angels aren't like you, right?" Dean reminded him.

"Yes, Dean, I'm aware of that," Sam replied tersely, "There's just one more thing that's bothering me." He walked back over to female and crouched down. "Hannah, can I ask you one more thing?"

Hannah nodded.

"You said the angel was strange," Sam continued, "What does that mean?"

"Just that none of knew who he was," Hannah answered, "And he never said his name."

So now's he's got a mysterious enforcer, Sam thought, Great. That's just great. But he had other problems to deal with at the moment. "Hannah, do you have anywhere to go tonight?"

After some further discussion he led Hannah back down the hallway and Tulip limp in Cas' arms.

"What did you do?!" Sam demanded, running over to them.

"I had no choice Sam," Cas replied, "She bit and I was forced to render her unconscious."

"How, are we suppose to-"Sam began, "Wait, she what?"

"She bit me." Cas repeated, holding up his hand revealing deep teeth marks.

Sam just stared for a moment. "Sorry about that," He said at last, "Look, would you mind taking Hannah to the others while I and Dean get Tulip awake? You just have to walk her up there. And I need you tell the others that Heaven might not be safe. No one goes in. I'll explain later, I promise."

"Sure." Cas said, handing the girl to Sam, "Follow me."

The first thing Tulip was aware of was someone shaking her, and someone saying, "Tulip, you gotta wake up now." She must have fallen asleep in the car again. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw two men staring up at her in a grand room. Suddenly everything that happened came flooding back to her.

She jolted upright, and tried to jump off the chair, only to be pinned down by the tall angel who had taken her. "Look, we don't want to hurt you," He tried, "We just want to talk."

"Ah, Sam, maybe I should take this one," His human companion spoke up, "She might respond better to me."

The angel, Sam apparently, turned to look at him.

"Well, you did threaten to break her neck." The human pointed out.

Sam gave him an annoyed look, but conceded, walking away mumbling that he was only bluffing.

The human, pulled and sat across from. "Hey," He began, "I'm Dean, and this is my brother, Sam-"

"No, he's not," Tulip cut him off.

"He's not what?" Dean asked in spite of himself.

"He's not your brother," Tulip elaborated, "He's an angel and you're a human. You're literally two different species. You can't be brothers."

"Well, I guess that's your physic thing," Dean speculated, "Being able to tell what creatures are?"

Tulip went completely stiff.

"Look, we're not gonna do anything to you just for being physic," Dean assured her, "We just want to know why you and your friends were looking for survivors, and then you can go."

Tulip just stared back at him.

"Really, that's all you had to do." Dean insisted.

Tulip looked down and started a staring contest with her feet, shifting uncomfortable in her chair.

"Look, if you're afraid of them, we can protect you." Dean offered, wondering if the girl might be being exploited by the motley crew for abilities.

"The only who needs to be afraid them is you," Tulip seethed, gazing at Dean definitely, "When they find me they'll pin your angels to the wall like insects and make you watch with your eyelids taped opened, then feed you your own entrails!"

"Okay," Dean responded, "That was-detailed."

"Is that what Kit was gonna do with Jennifer's guards?" Sam spoke up.

Tulip bolted up in seat, "How do you know about that?"

"I can turn myself invisible remember?" Sam reminded her, "Apparently her guards said some things to you and Kit was going to kill them for it."

"Wow," Dean baked, "What exactly did they say?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted, "She never got say it."

"They said that they should be selling me, too," Tulip admitted, "Or kill me, since I'm just a physic sult."

Both men were silent for minute, shocked by the harsh words directed at a child.

"Now I kinda want to kill them." Dean commented.

"Look, how 'bout a compromise?" Sam suggested, "Why don't you just tell us who Jennifer is?" He knew they were planning on taking Hannah to this Jennifer woman, so she was the key to whatever was going on anyway.

"Or you could let me go and we'd let you keep the angels."Tulip counter.

Dean and Sam went off to the side. "Okay, this clearly isn't working," Dean said, "Can't you just-read her mind or something?"

"I haven't had much practice at that, but I guess it's worth a shot." Sam said, and then looked over to the girl. After a moment she said, "Okay, all I'm getting is her trying to come up with an escape plan."

"Look, I know that she's just a kid, and possibly a victim, but maybe it's time to pull out the more-intense methods." Dean suggested.

"Dude, she's not a demon or a monster or even killer." Sam protested, "She's just a kid whose level of involvement we don't even know."

"Well, we don't have to actually use any of it." Dean said, "Let's just show a couple of them to her and ah-scare it out of her."

"She is already plenty scared," Sam argued, "If that would've worked she'd be spilling her guts right now."

While they were arguing them didn't notice Tulip shielding off the chair, towards the stairs. She stared at it, trying to figuring out the quietest way to get up and then just decide to run for it.

Hearing her, they ran after her. She was just about to put her hand on the doorknob when she felt herself being lifted up in the air. "No!" She screamed, trashing against her captor again, "No, no! Let me go!" Then she left a finger on her temple, and before she knew what was happening she blacked out.

"Well, that's just great." Dean snarked, "Now we're right back where we started."

"Look, let's just -sash her somewhere until we can think of another strategy." Sam suggested.

When Tulip woke up this time she was surprised to find herself lying on top of a bed, in a plain room. She looked around for her captors and found she was alone with a shut door. She stood up and ran over to it, but found it was lock. "Hey!" She shouted, banging on the door, "Hey, open up! Let me out of here!" She kept screaming, and screaming until her voice was gone, but no one responded. Eventually, she just fell to the ground, in tears.

A few minutes after she cried herself out, she heard footsteps down the hallway. She raised her head, wondering who it was and what was going to happen? Was it Dean? One of the angels? Were they finally going to kill her? Or worst, torture her for the information they wanted?

Tulip crawled backwards on the floor as the door open, only to find it cracked open just enough for a hand to reached through, holding an unopened bottle of water. "After all that screaming, I thought you might be thirsty." A strange female voice said.

Tulip just stared at it, wondering what this person's angle was, and who was she to this group. Then she got an idea. She reached for the water and grabbed the woman's wrist, trying to pull her inside. But the woman fought back, pulling away and getting free of Tulip's grip, thought not without getting starched.

The door opened and an older with cropped black hair brush in, quickly blocking the exit. "Now, see here, young lady," She began, in a tone similar to the one Kit used when Tulip really messed up, "I get that we're not your favorite people in the world, but when someone tries to help you, you should at least appreciate it not to attack them, at least when they're not trying to do you any harm. Would you do any of your angels -snatching friends like that?!"

Tulip had a comeback ready about how they never locked her up, but for some reason could not bring herself to use it, instead then just shaking her head.

"That's what I thought," The woman continued, "It's not my fault you're in this situation, you know!"

"I know." Tulip admitted quietly, "I'm sorry." Then she positioned herself until a kneeling position and reached for the hand she had scratched.

Tulip closed her eyes and focused, and soon, she felt stinging on the hands. When she opened them, the scratches were gone from the woman's hand and onto her.

"How did you-" The woman began, "Is that your-physic ability?"

Tulip figured that it wouldn't help her captors in simply confirming that, she nodded.

"I'm kind of new to this world, but I've never heard of that one before." The woman commented.

"Frank says I'm one in a million," Tulip replied bashfully.

The woman sat down next to her. "Tell me about them," She requested, "You don't have to tell me about what you're doing to the angels, but if you just want to talk about-you know, them and your life, you can."

Two later, Dean and Sam was in the kitchen still arguing about what to do with their "guest" when footsteps came from down the hall. A few seconds later, Linda appeared in the doorway, looking like she had something to say, so they both turned to look at her.

"Jennifer's a woman who runs an operation selling monsters as exotic pets." She began bluntly, "Tulip's 'family' sometimes sell the creatures they manage to capture alive. Oh, and Tulip's named for a graphic novel character."