November 8th, 2008 - Crown Hotel

Sam and Dean had left Amy alone in their motel while they went to the bar. Amy had wanted to go with, but being only nineteen, they had told her to stay in the room.

The Winchesters had been gone a long time, and it was getting pretty late. Amy glanced at the clock, which read ten p.m. She sighed, wanting to fall asleep, but she had been instructed to stay awake in case the Winchesters needed to be let in.

Amy jolted awake as someone pounded on the door. She rolled over, looking at the clock. It was just after one in the morning.

"Crap," Amy said, rolling off the bed as either Sam or Dean knocked on the door again. "Coming!" she called out. She opened the door to find Sam and Dean standing outside. "Sorry," the girl muttered, "I must have dozed off."

Dean stormed into the room, brushing past Amy.

"Hey, I said I was sorry," Amy called after him.

"It's not you," Sam assured her.

"Oh," Amy muttered. "Did something happen at the bar?"

Amy's question was answered as Dean spun around to face them. "I cannot believe you'd rather listen to Ruby about this!" he shouted.

"Ruby?" Amy asked, shutting the door. "Okay, now I'm lost."

"Ruby showed up at the bar," Dean explained angrily. "Told us about a girl named Anna Milton who escaped from a psych ward, and Sam thinks we should listen to her."

"Anna Milton?" Amy asked, trying to remember who that was. Suddenly, she remembered. "Oh, Anna!" she recalled excitedly. "I'm sorry, Dean. Normally I'd be against listening to Ruby, but this time, I really think you should. Anna Milton is a girl that can..." Amy paused, not wanting to tell the brothers that Anna was an angel who had fallen. "...she can hear angels," she finally concluded.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked at the same time, glaring at the young girl.

Amy nodded. "I remember this episode pretty clearly. Anna started hearing angels a few months ago."

"How come-"

Sam was cut off by Amy holding up her hand. "I'm gonna stop you right there," she stated. "I'm not gonna say why Anna can hear the angels, just that she can. And that she's important."

Dean made a frustrated sound. "Fine, we'll go check out the tip that the freaking demon left for us!"

He grabbed his bag roughly by the handle and walked out the door. Sam and Amy grabbed their bags as well, following Dean to the car.

"So, where is Anna supposed to be?" Amy asked as Dean drove down the highway.

"Connor Beverly Behavior Medical Center," Sam replied. "It's in Ohio."

"Yeah, which is a three-day drive," Dean grumbled.

Sam shook his head, pulling out his phone. He dialed a number.

"Hi, this is Doctor Donovan from Connor Beverly Behavior Medical Center," Sam said authoritatively after a moment. "I'm calling about a girl who was reported missing recently. Anna Milton." There was a pause. "Can I get a copy of the missing persons' report?" Another pause. "Great. Okay. Thanks."

Sam hung up the phone. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real," he stated.

"Don't mean the case is real," Dean grumbled. "And this hospital's a three-day drive," he repeated.

"Anna is real, Dean," Amy insisted.

"Besides, we've driven further for less."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"You got something to say, say it," Sam snapped.

"Oh, I'm saying it," Dean said, "this sucks."

"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip," Sam declared.

Dean scoffed. "Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and - and you're BFF with a demon?"

"I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith," Sam argued.

"Well, thanks for the thumbnail. Real vivid," Dean snarked. "You want to fill in a little detail?"

"Sure, Dean, let's trade stories," Sam snapped. "You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details."

Amy sank further into her seat, trying to avoid the thick tension that filled the air.

November 10th, 2008 - Omaha, Nebraska

They had been driving for two days. Amy had been sleeping in the backseat while Sam and Dean took turns driving the Impala. They hadn't stopped once to stay in a motel and had only had mini-mart breakfast burritos to eat. Amy was sore, tired, and hungry.

On the second day of driving, Amy leaned forward across the front seat. "Dean, we've been driving for two days straight. Can we please stop? I'm hungry."

Dean tossed her a sandwich. "Go nuts."

"Dean, come on, man!" Sam yelled exasperated. "You're exhausted, don't try and tell me you're not. I can see it in your eyes. Let's just stop somewhere for the night. We need to get some actual sleep."

"Alright, fine," Dean caved, "we'll stop."

Thirty minutes later, Dean pulled into the parking lot of Savory Suites Hotel. Amy groaned as she got out of the Impala, finally stretching her stiff legs.

They checked into their room and made their way inside. Amy immediately threw herself onto the soft mattress, letting her head sink into the pillow.

"I still don't understand why this Anna chick is so damn important," Dean muttered.

"I told you," Amy said, sitting up, "she's basically tapping into angel radio."

"Angel radio?" Sam asked.

Amy shrugged. "You guys came up with it, I'm just repeating it. But, yes, Anna is important."

"And yet, you still won't tell us why," Dean said.

"You wouldn't believe me if I did tell you," Amy replied.

"Try me!"

"You'll find out soon enough, Dean," Amy insisted. "I just need you to trust me. Please."

Dean grumbled angrily before sitting down at the table. "You better be right about this."

November 11th, 2008 - Toledo, Ohio

After getting some much-needed sleep, they were back on the road. Several hours later, Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of Blue Rose Motel.

Sam checked them into the room, and they made their way in.

"I already called the hospital," Sam informed them. "Told them we'd be in tomorrow to talk with them about Anna's disappearance."

"Sounds good," Amy said, stretching out onto her bed.

November 12th, 2008

The next day, Dean drove them to the hospital.

"I'm afraid there's not much I can tell you," the psychologist informed them as she led them down the hallway towards Anna's room. "Of course, I want to help, however I can."

"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" Sam asked.

The psychologist nodded. "Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got eighty pounds on her."

"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door."

"How recently was Anna administered?" Amy asked.

"Two months ago," the psychologist replied. "Before that, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends - bright future."

"So, what happened," Dean asked, "she just... flipped?"

The psychologist shrugged. "Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions."

"What kind of delusions?"

"She thought demons were everywhere." The psychologist handed Sam a sketchbook.

"Interesting," Dean noted

"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real."

"Well, that, that's just batty," Dean joked.

Sam flipped through the sketchbook. Sketches of a church window were on the first few pages. He flipped to the next page, where 'Rising of the Witnesses' was written above a drawing of one of the little ghost girls from that day.

"What the...?" Amy muttered.

The hunters exchanged a look before Sam flipped to the next page. On it was written 'Samhain the next seal is broken' above a closeup sketch of the demon they had hunted not long ago.

"That's Revelations," Dean said. Sam nodded.

"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?" the psychologist asked.

"It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation," Dean informed her.

The psychologist nodded. "Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."

"Don't worry," Sam assured the woman. "We will."

"You wouldn't happen to have Anna's home address, would you?" Dean asked. "That might be a good place for us to start our investigation."

The psychologist nodded. "Follow me."

After obtaining Anna's address, Dean drove them to the house. Amy flipped through the sketchbook on the way.

"So, Anna knows about the seals?" Sam asked.

Amy nodded. "Like I said, she can hear the angels. Pretty good chance the seals are all the angels are talking about."

Dean pulled up in front of the Milton house. He led them up the front porch and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

"Maybe they're not home," Dean guessed.

"Both cars in the driveway," Sam said, pointing to two white cars that sat next to them.

Dean tried the door handle, and the door swung open. Amy followed Sam and Dean inside.

"Mr. And Mrs. Milton?" Dean called out.

"We're from the sheriff's department," We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

Amy stopped in her tracks as she came across two bodies lying on the floor, blood pooling around their heads. "Found them," she groaned.

Sam sighed. "Great." He knelt down, putting his fingers in a yellow powder by the bodies. "Sulfur," he informed them. "The demons beat us here. Looks like this Anna girl is as important as Amy says."

"Yeah, they want her," Dean agreed. "They're not screwing around. All right, so, I'm Girl, Interrupted," Dean pondered, picking up some unopened letters, "and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box... possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?"

"Well, the psychologist said she was religious, right?" Amy asked. "And she says demons are after her." She flipped through the sketchbook, turning to one of the window sketches.

"If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?" Sam asked.

"A church," Amy replied. "I think she was drawing a church window in these. That might be where she went."

Dean shrugged. "Let's go to church."

They drove around town, looking for the church where Anna might have been hiding.

"There it is," Amy said, pointing out a steeple that was hiding behind some trees.

Dean pulled the Impala up in front of the church.

"Think she's here?" Sam asked.

"She's gotta be," Amy said. "I can't think of any other place she would have gone besides her house."

"Alright, grab your guns," Dean instructed.

Amy made sure her pistol was loaded and followed Sam and Dean inside.

Amy quietly followed Sam and Dean upstairs, their guns drawn. They reached the attic, and a figure could be seen hiding behind some stained glass.

"Dean, Amy," Sam whispered, pointing his gun towards the glass.

"Anna?" Amy called out, putting away her gun. "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help."

"My name is Sam," Sam informed her. "This is my brother, Dean, and this is Amy."

"Sam?" Anna asked cautiously. "Not Sam Winchester?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a confused glance. "Uh, yeah."

Anna stepped out from behind the glass. "And you're Dean. The Dean?"

"Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess," Dean replied, still confused.

Anna looked at Amy next. "That must make you Amy," she concluded. "Formerly known as Emily."

Amy nodded. "Yeah, that - that's me."

"It's really you," Anna gasped. "Oh, my god." Anna started walking towards them. "The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us," she said quickly. Anna turned to Sam and Amy. "And some of them don't like you two at all."

"They talk about you all the time lately," Anna continued. "I feel like I know you."

"So, you talk to angels?" Dean asked.

"Oh, no. No, no way," Anna replied, shaking her head. "Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them."

"You overhear them?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head."

"Angel radio," Amy said.

"Exactly," Anna said with a nod.

"Can you hear them right now?" Dean asked.

Anna shook her head. "Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."

Dean nodded. "So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to, as Amy said, angel radio?" he asked.

"Yes," Anna said, sighing in relief. "Thank you."

"Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?" Sam asked.

"I can tell you exactly - September 18th," Anna informed them.

"That's the day-"

"-I got out of Hell," Dean finished Amy's statement.

Anna nodded. "First words I heard, clear as a bell - 'Dean Winchester is saved.'."

"What do you think?" Dean asked his brother.

Sam scoffed. "It's above my pay grade, man."

"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad," Dean informed Anna. "They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're one nine-hundred angel."

Anna smiled at the joke. "Hey, um, do you know - are my parents okay? I - I didn't go home. I was afraid."

"Anna..." Amy began.

Before Amy could continue, Ruby rushed into the room. "You got the girl. Good, let's go," the demon yelled.

"Ruby?" Amy asked.

At the same time, Anna pointed at the demon, shrieking in terror. "Her face!"

"It's okay. She's here to help," Sam informed the angel.

"Yeah, don't be so sure," Dean replied.

"We have to hurry," Ruby snapped.

"Why?"

"Because a demon's coming," Ruby explained, "big-timer. We can fight later, Dean."

Amy scoffed.

"Well, that's pretty convenient," Dean snapped, "showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?"

"I didn't bring him here. You did," Ruby snapped back.

"What?" Dean and Amy asked simultaneously.

"He followed you from the girl's house," Ruby informed them. "We got to go now."

"Guys," Sam said, pointing in the corner.

Amy looked where Sam was pointing to see a statue bleeding from the eyes.

"Crap," Amy hissed.

"It's too late. He's here," Ruby informed them.

Amy grabbed Anna's arm. "Come on." She led the angel to a closet. "You'll be safe in here."

"Okay," Anna said with a nod. "Thank you."

Amy rejoined the Winchesters as Sam pulled out a flask of holy water.

"Sam, we don't have time for that," Amy told him.

"Sam, you gotta pull him right away," Ruby said at the same time.

"Whoa, hold on a sec," Dean said, holding up a hand.

Ruby glared at the hunter. "Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going dark side. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

"And what if he can't," Amy yelled. "We might not have time for Sam to..."

Amy was cut off as the door was flung open, and a balding man entered the room. He approached them, running a hand along the banister, casually wiping off the dust. Sam put the flask away and held out his hand, closing his eyes.

The demon pretended to choke a little, before smiling. "That tickles," he sneered. "You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam."

With a flick of his wrist, the demon threw Sam down the stairs. Dean pulled out Ruby's knife and lunged at the demon.

Before Amy knew it, the demon was winning, pinning Dean to the pillar.

"Hello again, Dean," the demon said.

Amy's attention was drawn to Anna's screams as Ruby pulled her from the closet.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked Ruby.

"Getting her somewhere safe," Ruby informed her.

"Alastair," Dean spat, drawing Amy's attention back to them.

Sam jammed Ruby's knife into the demon's back, and he dropped Dean. The demon turned to Sam, a grin on his face. He reached towards the knife.

"You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son," the demon sneered.

Amy raised her hand, using her powers to twist the knife around. Alastair groaned and yelled in pain.

Sam nudged Dean, nodding his head towards a large stained glass window.

"Amy, let's go," Dean yelled.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Amy said in disbelief as Sam and Dean began running towards the window.

Amy hesitated a moment before following Sam and Dean to the window. She leapt out the broken window, falling towards the ground instantly.

Sam and Dean were already on the ground by the time Amy jumped. Not wanting to break any bones, the young girl did the first thing she could think of and used her powers to slow herself down before hitting the ground. She quickly ran to the Impala after Sam and Dean, barely having any time to close the door before Dean sped off.

"Everyone okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean replied before letting out a pained groan. "Less okay."

"I'm fine, too," Amy said, reaching up to touch a cut on her forehead. "Ruby has Anna, though," she reminded them.

"Ruby'll protect her," Sam said, his voice too tired to argue.

Dean didn't reply.

Blue Rose Motel

Dean sped back to the motel using only one hand. Sam had a gash on his left arm from the broken glass. He pulled out a fishing hook and some thread, using them to stitch himself up. Amy grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it under the sink before pressing it to her cut.

Sam let out a pained breath as he dug the hook and thread through his skin.

"Are you almost done?" Dean asked his brother.

"I'm going as fast as I can," Sam snapped.

"Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here," Dean reminded Sam as he picked up a bottle of whiskey and took a drink. "You okay, Amy?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Amy replied. "Just got a cut. Don't think I need stitches, though."

"Yeah. I'll pop it back when I'm finished," Sam called back. He pointed to the bottle of whiskey. "Gimme that."

Dean handed over the bottle, and Sam poured it on his cut, groaning in pain as the alcohol hit the wound.

"So, you lost the magic knife, huh?" Dean asked, bracing himself on the bed as Sam walked over.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, saving your ass. Who the hell was that demon?"

Dean shook his head. "No one good. We got to find Anna."

"Ruby's got her," Sam reminded his brother. "I'm sure she's okay." Sam placed his hands on his brother's dislocated shoulder. "All right. Come on. On three. One..." without counting any higher, Sam forced his brother's shoulder back into place.

Dean cried out in pain and surprise. "Are you sure about Ruby?" he asked. "'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us."

"No, she took Anna to keep her safe," Sam said, walking over to Amy. "Let me see that cut," he said.

Amy pulled the washcloth away, letting Sam examine her wound.

"You should be fine," Sam told her. "It doesn't look deep enough to need stitches."

Amy nodded, pressing the washcloth back onto the cut.

"Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?" Dean argued.

"Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again," Sam snapped. "That's why he let us go."

"You call this letting us go?" Dean asked as he began to salt the windows and doors.

"We got away, didn't we?" Amy asked

"Killing us would've been no problem to that thing," Sam agreed. "That's why, for now, we just gotta lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us."

"How's she gonna do that?" Dean asked. He paused, watching Sam pick up the whiskey and take a drink. "Why do you trust her so much?"

"I told you," Sam stated.

"You got to do better than that." Sam turned around. "Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here," Dean continued. "I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more."

Sam took a deep breath. "Because... she saved my life," he admitted.

"How?" Amy asked.

Sam let out a heavy sigh before beginning his story. He explained how not long after Dean had died, Ruby had found him in a motel room and saved him from another demon. He recounted how Ruby had taken an empty vessel, a coma patient, and had taught Sam how to use his powers to exorcise demons.

Sam continued on as the sun began setting. He told them about how crappy of a student he had been and how many times he had failed to exorcise demons. He then began to ramble on, telling them about the sex he and Ruby had.

"Sam?" Dean interrupted as Amy stared awkwardly ahead.

Sam snapped back to reality. "Yeah?"

"Too much information," Dean said uncomfortably.

"Hey, I told you I was coming clean," Sam defended.

"Okay, but we didn't need you to come that clean," Amy emphasized.

Dean cleared his throat. "Okay, well, so far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."

Sam chuckled slightly. "Yeah, well, there's more to the story."

"Just... skip the nudity," Dean requested.

"Please," Amy added.

Sam sighed. "Pretty soon after... that, um... I put together some signs... omens."

"Omens?" Amy asked. "For what?"

"Lilith was in town," Sam explained. "And I wanted to strike her first."

Sam continued his story, telling them how Ruby had argued against him going after Lilith alone. He told them how, after arguing with the demon, Sam had gone off alone anyway, only to find himself in a trap.

"Ruby came back for me," Sam finished. "Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me... it's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here."

No one said anything for several minutes. Dean sat there, taking in what Sam had just told them, while Amy watched, not knowing how to respond.

The silence was broken by a loud knock at the door.

"Housekeeping," a woman's voice called out.

"Not now!" Dean shouted, rolling his eyes.

"Sir, I've got clean towels," the maid insisted.

Dean opened the door in a huff. "Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?"

The maid ignored him, handing him a stack of towels before walking to the window and closing the blind. She gave Sam a slip of paper. "I'm at this address."

Sam looked at the note, confusion flashing in his eyes. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Go now," the maid instructed, ignoring the question. She pointed towards the bathroom. "Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."

Sam finally seemed to get it, staring at the demon in shock. "Ruby?"

Ruby huffed. "Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me," she snapped.

"What about-"

"Coma girl?" Ruby interrupted. "Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there."

No one moved. Sam looked back and forth between Dean, Amy, and Ruby as if unsure of what to do.

"Go!" Ruby snapped before hurrying out of the room.

Sam pocketed the note. "We better get going.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said, stopping his brother. "We're just gonna listen to Ruby?"

"She has Anna, Dean," Sam reminded him.

"How do we know we're not just walking into a trap?" Dean asked. "Anna could be dead already."

"Why would Ruby risk coming here just to drag us into a trap?" Amy spoke up. "Anna is alive. But we might not have a lot of time before any of those demons out there get in here."

"Alright, fine!" Dean snapped. "You guys wanna trust Ruby so much? Let's get going."

Dean grabbed his duffle bag, and the three hunters made their way into the bathroom. Sam opened the window, sticking his head out to make sure the coast was clear.

"All clear," he informed them before quietly crawling through. After he was through, Sam turned back to them. "Alright, Amy, you next."

Amy swung her leg through the window, taking Sam's hand as he helped her through. Dean crawled out last, shutting the window behind him.

"Let's get going before any of those demons notices we're missing."

They walked down the street a few miles towards the address Ruby had given them.

About twenty minutes later, they arrived at a small wooden cabin.

"Anna better be in there," Dean growled, "alive."

"She will be," Sam insisted.

Sam led them to the wooden door, pushing it open.

"Glad you could make it," Ruby greeted as they walked inside the dark building. Anna was sitting on a couch against the wall.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He looked over at Anna. "Anna, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so," Anna replied. She smiled. "Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life."

"Yeah, I hear she does that," Dean acknowledged. "I guess I...you know," he began.

Ruby crossed her arms. "What?"

"I guess I owe you for... Sam," Dean continued, stumbling over his words. "And I just wanted... you know..."

"Don't strain yourself," Ruby smirked.

"Okay, then," Dean said with a nod. "Is the moment over?

Ruby sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Good, 'cause that was awkward."

"That was even more awkward to watch," Amy said with a laugh.

"Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay?" Anna asked quietly. "They must be completely freaked."

"Uh..." Sam began.

"What?"

"Anna," Amy said, "I'm so sorry." She sat on the couch next to the angel. "Your parents...we went to see if you were at your house before we found you at the church and...your parents-"

"What about them?" Anna asked.

"I'm sorry, Anna," Amy whispered.

Anna finally seemed to get what Amy was implying. "No, they're not..."

"Anna, I'm sorry," Sam apologized.

"Why is this happening to me?" Anna began sobbing.

"I don't know," Sam admitted.

Anna suddenly cried out in agony as she put her hands on her head. "They're coming," she whimpered.

The lights started flickering. "Backroom," Dean instructed.

Sam hid Anna in the back room.

Amy grabbed her shotgun, making sure it was loaded with as many rounds as possible.

"Where's the knife?" Ruby asked as she dug through Dean's duffle bag.

"Alastair has it," Amy informed the demon. "We had to jump out the church window while it was lodged in his back."

"You're kidding," Ruby said in disbelief.

"Hey, don't look at me," Dean said with a smirk.

"Or me," Amy added.

"Thanks a lot, guys," Sam snapped.

Dean grinned.

"Great," Ruby replied sarcastically. "Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really."

Before anyone could do anything else, the door burst off its hinges. A moment later, Castiel and Uriel walked in.

"Please tell me you're here to help," Dean pleaded. "We've been having demon issues all day."

"Well, I can see that," Uriel replied. "Do you want to explain why you have that stain in the room?"

"We're here for Anna," Castiel said bluntly.

"Well, you're not getting her," Amy snapped, raising her gun.

"Stop talking. Give her to us," Uriel snapped.

"Are you gonna help her?" Sam asked.

"No, she has to die," Castiel informed.

"I'm sorry, what?" Amy asked.

"You want Anna?" Sam asked. "Why?"

"Out of the way," Uriel growled, stepping forward.

"How about no?" Amy asked threateningly.

Dean put a hand up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said. "Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her."

"Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle," Uriel sneered.

Dean chuckled. "You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?"

"As a matter of fact, we are," Castiel stated. "And?"

"And?" Sam cried out in disbelief. "Anna's an innocent girl."

"She is far from innocent," Castiel snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked.

"It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing," Uriel yelled. "Now, give us the girl."

"Not happening," Amy insisted.

"Get yourself another one. Try JDate," Dean joked.

"Who's gonna stop us?" Uriel asked. "You three? Or this demon whore?" Uriel threw Ruby against the wall. Dean lunged at the angel.

"Cas, stop...please," Sam pleaded.

Castiel didn't reply as he placed a hand on Sam's forehead, and Sam fell to the ground.

Amy lunged at Uriel, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as the angel punched Dean in the face.

Uriel threw Amy off of him effortlessly.

"I've been waiting for this," the angel sneered.

Amy moved to attack again as Dean got to his feet. Before she or Dean could do anything, a bright light filled the room. When it was gone, Castiel and Uriel had vanished.

"What the..." Dean started to ask as he helped Ruby to her feet.

"Angel banishing sigil," Amy informed them, remembering it from the show. "Anna must have done something."

Sam started to stir on the floor, and Ruby knelt down by him. Amy and Dean ran into the backroom to find Anna, her arms and hands covered in blood.

"Anna. Anna!" Dean cried out at the sight.

"Dean," Amy said, pointing to a sigil on a mirror. One she recognized all too well.

"Are they - are they gone?" Anna asked.

"Did you kill them?" Dean asked.

"No, they're alive," Amy recalled. "The sigil only sends them away."

"You want to tell me how?" Dean asked.

Anna pointed to the sigil. "That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it."

Dean stared at Anna for a moment, as if contemplating what she had told him. Without another word, he turned around, walking out of the room. After a moment, Amy followed Dean back to the main room.

"So, what do you think?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam scoffed. "I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second."

"Yeah, I agree. And what did they mean by "she's not innocent"?" Dean asked.

"No clue," Amy replied, "but whatever the reason, it must be serious."

"It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing," Sam agreed. "I mean, that blood spell - Some serious crap, man."

"Something's going on with her. See what you guys can find out."

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asked.

"Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back," Dean explained. "We got to get ourselves safe now." He turned around, joining Anna and Ruby in the back room.

Sam sighed before following his brother out of the cabin. A moment later, he returned with his laptop and sat at the table.

Amy peered over Sam's shoulder as he opened up Google and started a search for anything he could find on Anna.

"Okay, how the hell do you have wifi here?" Amy asked. "We're in the middle of nowhere, and this place is abandoned."

Sam laughed. "I hacked into the wifi network," he explained.

"Oooooh," Amy said. "That explains so much." She sat down in the chair across from Sam. "In the show, you always seemed to have wifi everywhere you went. I'm pretty sure most fans were starting to theorize that your hair had something to do with it."

"My hair?" Sam asked.

Amy sighed. "Don't ask. No one knew how you managed to get internet everywhere, so some pretty crazy theories began popping up."

Sam and Amy spent a little while digging up anything they could find on Anna.

"Huh," Sam suddenly said, leaning back in his chair.

"What?" Amy asked.

"Get this," Sam began, "looks like that hysteria episode wasn't her first. She had one when the was two and was convinced her dad wasn't her real dad. Said he wanted to kill her."

"A two-year-old said that?" Amy asked almost a little too loudly.

Dean re-emerged from the back room. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied, closing his computer. "Did you call Bobby?"

"Yeah, he said we could figure things out at his place," Dean informed them. "It's a half-day drive to Bobby's place. If we leave now, we should make it by morning."

"What did Bobby say about all this?" Amy asked.

"He doesn't know what to think."