"There's something I need to tell you guys. It's about Lilith, Ruby, and the seals." The words left Amy's mouth before she could stop herself. She turned her head to the ground, waiting for Sam or Dean to register what she had just revealed.

"What do you mean you have something to tell us?" Sam asked coldly.

Amy took a deep breath, relaxing slightly. "You can't kill Lilith-" she began.

"The hell we can't," Dean snapped, cutting her off. "She's trying to break the seals. We have to stop her. And the only way to do that is killing her"

Amy shook her head. "No, it's not. Lilith is the final seal. You kill her, and Lucifer is freed."

"What did you just say?" Dean growled.

"Lilith is the final seal," Amy repeated.

"Why the hell didn't you say something earlier?" Dean asked. "I told you to say something if you knew anything that could help us."

"I know!" Amy screamed. Her voice shook as she held back tears. "And I'm sorry. I am! But I'm telling you now. I already made the mistake once before, and we all know how that ended up going. I'm not making that mistake again."

"Tell us everything," Sam instructed.

Amy nodded, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Lilith and Ruby are working together. They have been this whole time. Ruby wants you to kill Lilith. She wants Lucifer freed."

"You should have told us sooner," Sam said, almost too quietly to hear.

"I know," Amy said in a shaky voice. "I should have told you sooner, I know that. But I'm telling you now before I make the same mistake I made when Dean went to Hell."

"So, Ruby-" Sam began, urging Amy to confirm his thought.

"She was using you," Amy confirmed, turning to the younger Winchester, "she wants Lilith dead so Lucifer can be freed. In the show, you guys didn't find out until it was too late and the last seal was already broken. I'm just hoping I'm not too late this time."

Dean let out a deep breath. "So, now, what do we do?"

"I don't know," Amy admitted, "as far as I remember, or understand, Sam was the only one capable of killing Lilith. It was why Ruby was trying to get Sam to strengthen his powers."

"How come I'm the only one that can kill her?"

"As far as I know, it wasn't really explained in the show." Amy sighed. "And I don't know what to do now, either."

"Do the angels know about this?" Dean asked.

Amy nodded. "Some of them do. Some of the angels actually want Lucifer freed as well. I think, not entirely sure, but I think Uriel is one. Cas isn't one of them, though. "

Dean nodded. "Okay, good. If you remember anything else, let us know."


Dean didn't say a word as Sam drove them to the motel.

"What's your problem?" Sam asked after a while of silence.

"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam," Dean said.

"I should have done something," Amy muttered. "It's all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Amy," Sam said. "Pamela knew what was at stake."

Dean scoffed. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it."

"Dean—"

Dean cut Sam off. "I'm tired of burying friends, Sam."

"Look, we just have to figure out what to do now," Sam said.

Dean sighed. "I know. Like I said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired."

"Well, get angry," Sam instructed.


They reached a motel sometime after nightfall. Sam checked them into a room and led them inside.

"Ah, home crappy home," Dean groaned as he tossed his bag onto the table.

Sam flipped on the lights and Amy immediately groaned.

"Winchester, Winchester, and Jones," a gruff voice greeted them.

Uriel stood in the center of the room while Castiel stood with his eyes aimed towards the ground as he stood awkwardly in the corner.

"Oh come on!" Dean snapped.

"You are needed," Uriel informed them.

"Seriously?" Amy asked.

"We just got back from needed!" Dean snapped.

"Now, you mind your tone with me," Uriel ordered.

"No, you mind your damn tone with us," Dean snapped, stepping forward.

"Give us a break," Amy pleaded.

Sam quickly got between Uriel and Dean. "We just got back from Pamela's funeral," he informed the angel.

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela?" Dean added. "You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times," he said, his voice growing sharper. "Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"

Amy sighed, shifting awkwardly on her feet at the tension in the room.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes," Uriel emphasized.

"Yeah, what were those again?" Dean asked. "What exactly did you want from me?"

"Start with gratitude," Uriel growled.

Dean scoffed, glaring at Uriel.

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand-" Castiel began.

"And we..." Uriel cut Castiel off, casting him a meaningful look. He turned back to Dean. "Don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons?" Dean asked. Uriel nodded. "How are they doing it?"

"We don't know," Uriel said with a shrug.

"So, what are we supposed to do about it?" Amy asked, stepping forward so she stood next to Sam.

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much,"

"Once we find whoever it is," Castiel added.

"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked.

"Not quite," Castiel corrected, stepping next to Uriel. "We have Alastair."

Dean smiled. "Great. He should be able to name your trigger man."

"But he won't talk," Castiel cut in. "Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student," Uriel said. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."

Dean looked down.

"Dean, you are our best hope," Castiel added.

"Cas, don't do this," Amy pleaded.

Dean looked back up. "No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this."

Uriel chuckled, stepping closer to Dean. He leaned against the table. "Who said anything about asking?"

There was a flutter of wings and Amy found herself alone in the motel room with Sam.

"Dean?" Amy called out, knowing before his name left her mouth that it was no use.

Sam looked around the room. "Damn it!" he yelled. He turned to Amy. "Where are they?"

Amy shook her head. "I-I don't know."

Sam glared at her.

"I don't!" Amy insisted. "Honest." She sighed. "What are we gonna do?"

Sam shifted on his feet. "Dean's not strong enough to take on Alastair."

"I meant how are we gonna find him," Amy corrected.

Sam didn't say anything. He pulled his phone out, avoided Amy's gaze.

Amy shook her head, realizing what Sam was implying. "No. Sam, no. You can't call Ruby over."

Sam started pacing around the room. "You got a better idea?" he asked.

Yes!" Amy exclaimed. "Anything. Literally anything is a better idea than getting Ruby's help. Did you forget all that stuff I said earlier about her using you?"

"We just need her to use a tracking spell to find Dean, that's it," Sam explained.

Amy stared at Sam, trying to find the right words. "I...you...Dean..." She looked down at the floor, letting out a long sigh. "This is stupid. I just hope you know that."

"Yeah, Amy, I know!" Sam snapped. "But it's not like we have a lot of options here."

Amy sighed again. "Fine. Call Ruby. There's obviously no changing your mind on this so..." she trailed off.

Sam pulled out his phone and stepped outside, leaving Amy alone in the room.

Amy threw herself face-first onto the bed with a groan. 'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?' she thought to herself.

Sam returned a minute later. "She's on her way," he informed Amy.

"Great," Amy muttered sarcastically, sitting back up.

"I promise, this is the last time I talk to Ruby," Sam said. "We only need to find Dean, then I'm done with her."

Amy nodded. "Just, don't tell her what I told you."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"If Ruby knew that I told you guys what she was really up to, who knows what she might do," Amy pointed out. "She could kill us right there if she wanted to."

Sam sighed. "You're right," he agreed. "Keep what we know on the down-low for now. We'll figure out what to do with her later."

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Sam opened it to find Ruby standing outside.

"I can still smell them," Ruby snarled as she stepped into the motel room. Sam closed the door behind her as Ruby turned to face him. "Seriously, Sam, I'm not exactly dying to tangle with angels again."

Sam walked further away from Ruby. "I need you to find out where they took Dean," he said simply.

Ruby shrugged. "Not sure I see the problem," she said. "You know they have Alastair strung up six ways from Sunday. Dean cuts himself a slice, Al's reduced to a quivering heap, and the good guys get the goods. What's wrong with that?"

"The problem," Amy said, standing up from the bed, "is we need to find Dean. And that's it. After that, you can leave."

"What's her problem?" Ruby asked.

"Just-" Sam began, holding up his hand. "Can you help?"

Ruby sighed. "Fine. I need a map and a candle."

"We have a map in the Impala," Sam said. "Amy, can you go get it?"

Amy looked at Sam suspiciously. "Sure," she said. 'Sam, please don't do what I think you're doing,' she thought, hoping her telepathic powers allowed her message to get through.

Sam shifted uncomfortably on the spot. Amy reluctantly walked out of the room, running as fast as she could through the pouring rain to the Impala. She opened the passenger door and dug around in the glove box until she found a folded up map. Grabbing the map, she closed the door and hurried back up to the motel room.

Amy stepped inside the room to find Sam standing against the counter and Ruby sitting on the bed, rolling down her sleeve. Resisting the overwhelming urge to yell at Sam, she held up the map.

"Got it," she declared.

Ruby stood up. "Good. Put it on this table here."

Amy lay the map on the table as Ruby lit a black candle.

"Mihi pareas. Ubicumque in occultatione sis, defigo te ut mihi pareas," The demon chanted, holding the flame to the corner of the map.

The edges of the map burst into flames. Ruby closed her eyes, opening them to show her black ones. "Igni...fiat...notum," she finished.

Amy shielded her face from the heat as the map was engulfed in flames.

Sam looked at the map with a worried expression plastered on his face.

"Relax," Ruby said, her eyes still demon black, "the fire is our friend. Besides, the only part of the map we need is the "where's Dean" part."

The edges of the mao began to turn black. "Out," Ruby commanded.

The fire went out instantly. All but one section of the map had turned charcoal black. Ruby pointed to the untouched spot. "There," she stated. "Your brother is there."

Amy looked at the map. "Well, at least he's still in Cheyenne," she muttered.

Ruby walked around the table. "It's a good thing angels aren't concerned with hiding their dirty business. Not used to being spied on." She leaned against the room divider behind Sam and smirked. "I mean, who'd be stupid enough to try?"

Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. "Thanks for the help, Ruby," he said, turning to the demon. "You can go now."

Ruby looked confused. "That's it?" she asked. "You just needed me to find Dean and now you're sending me away?"

"Yep," Amy confirmed, crossing her arms. "Bye!"

Ruby sighed. "Fine." She straightened back up and walked up to Sam. "But if you ever need anything," she said, putting her face a couple of inches from Sam's, "you know you only have to call."

Ruby walked out of the room and Amy eagerly shut the door behind her. "Good riddance," the hunter muttered. She walked back up to the map. "So, where's Dean?"

"Looks like he's a few miles from here," Sam stated. "It shouldn't take us long to get there. But we should get going now." Sam quickly walked out the door, grabbing the keys to the Impala on the way.

Amy quickly followed Sam down to the parking lot, sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala. She barely had time to close the door before Sam sped off.


Most of the car ride was silent. Amy had a hunch that Sam had gotten Amy out of the room earlier so he could drink Ruby's demon blood. He had seemed eager for her to leave Ruby alone, and the tension hanging in the room when she returned almost seemed to confirm it.

"Alright, come on," Sam said, breaking the silence, "out with it."

"What?" Amy asked, looking at Sam in confusion.

"I know you wanna ask me about earlier," Sam continued.

Amy hesitated before answering. "Please tell me you didn't get me out of the room earlier to do what I think you did."

There was a long pause as Amy waited for Sam to answer. The younger Winchester stared through the windshield, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Dean's not strong enough to take on Alastair," he finally said.

"Sam-" Amy whispered.

"Someone's gotta get some answers out of Alastair about who's killing angels, and it sure as hell won't be Dean," Sam snapped. "I did what was necessary."

"Just...promise you'll at least try to stop," Amy pleaded.

Sam didn't reply or look at Amy. The moonlight shined on his face, reflecting the glare from his eyes. Amy turned her head to look out the passenger window, deciding it would be best to not push the matter further.


It was a short, thirty-minute drive to the location on the map. Sam drove the Impala down a dirt road until an abandoned meat processing building came into view.

"Think that's where he is?" Sam asked.

"This is where the map said he was," Amy pointed out. "An abandoned building seems as good a place as any to check."

Sam turned off the car. "Let's go," he said.

Amy quickly got out of the car, following Sam to the entrance of the building. Sam led her inside and they quietly made their way through the corridor.

As they neared a set of double doors, the sounds of a fight became more noticeable. Sam quickly ran ahead, pushing through the doors with Amy close behind. They found themselves in a large room with a single table in the center. To the left was another door with a window. Sam pushed the door open and Amy followed him in, preparing herself to fight if she needed to.

The first thing Amy saw was Dean's unconscious body on the floor. Blood was coming out of his nose and the side of his head. A hexacle with chains was sitting on the floor inside a devil's trap, but Alastair wasn't inside. Instead, the demon had a bleeding Castiel pinned to the wall, his hand around the angel's throat.

"Omnipotentis dei potestateminvoco," the demon was chanting repeatedly. Blue light began to appear in Castiel's eyes and mouth.

Amy watched as Sam held up a hand, a stern, focused look upon his face. Alastair stopped chanting abruptly as he began to choke. He suddenly released the angel and flew back against the wall as Sam approached with his hand still outstretched.

"Cas!" Amy cried out as she hurried to the angel's side.

The angel collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. Amy knelt down beside him. "The trap," he said, almost choking out the words, "it broke. I don't know how." He looked up at Amy with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry."

Amy looked over at the trap. Water was dripping down behind the hexacle, breaking the devil's trap on the floor.

"I think I do," she muttered.

"Who's murdering the angels?" Sam demanded, turning Amy's attention back to him. Alastair was still pinned to the wall. "How are they doing it?"

Alastair laughed. "You think I'm gonna tell you?"

Sam glared at the demon. "Yeah, I do."

Amy watched in fear as Sam twisted his hand. Alastair's eyes rolled back until they were white and he began to choke.

"How are the demons killing angels?" Sam repeated.

"I don't know," Alastair choked out.

Sam scoffed. "Right."

"It's not us," Alastair insisted. "We're not doing it."

"I don't believe you," Sam growled, clenching his fist tighter.

Amy gasped. "Oh no," she whispered.

"What is it?" Cas asked.

Amy gulped. "I just remembered something. The only thing that can kill an angel," she turned to face Castiel, "is another angel."

Fear flashed across the angel's face as he turned back to Sam and Alastair. Amy helped him to his feet.

"Lilith is not behind this," Alastair grunted, struggling against Sam's powers. "She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand."

Sam finally released the demon, who fell to the floor.

"Oh, go ahead," Alastair taunted, breathing heavily. "Send me back, if you can."

Sam smiled. "I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill."

Amy watched in fear as Sam held out his hand again and closed his eyes. Alastair's body began to flash with gold as he let out a loud scream. A moment later, the body collapsed to the ground, dead.

Amy looked down at the corpse for a moment before slowly turning back to face Sam. He had a look of determination on his face. She turned to Cas, only to see that he had the same look on his face as her.

Dean began to stir on the floor. Sam hurried over and gently lifted him up. Without a word, he walked out of the room.

Amy stood frozen in place as she watched Sam walk through the door. A flutter of wings indicated Castiel leaving the room and after a moment of hesitation, she followed Sam out of the building.


The car ride to the hospital was eerily silent. Sam lay Dean across the backseat and Amy sat in the passenger seat. She stared out the window, doing her best to avoid Sam's gaze.

Sam drove the Impala to the nearest hospital. Amy still didn't say a word as he opened the driver's side door.

"Wait here," Sam instructed.

Amy didn't argue. She gave a simple nod and watched as Sam helped his brother out of the car. He closed the door, leaving Amy alone in the dark as she watched Sam walk Dean inside the hospital.


Amy was getting bored sitting in the car. Nearly an hour later, Sam walked back out without Dean. He got in the car and closed the door, but didn't start the car.

"Sam-" Amy began hesitantly.

Sam snapped his head to face her. His eyes flashed angrily. "What?"

Amy shook her head. "Nothing," she muttered. She turned to stare out the passenger window again as Sam drove them back to the motel.


December 24th, 2008 - Cheyenne, Wyoming

The next morning, Sam drove them back to the hospital. He led Amy into the room Dean was in. Amy froze in the doorway when Dean came into view. The older hunter was asleep, heavily bandaged with a breathing tube and an IV drip attached to him.

Sam pulled a chair up next to Dean's bed and sat down. Amy sighed as she walked inside the room. She pulled another chair by the window and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked over at Dean.

A figure appeared in the corner of her eye. Amy looked over to see Castiel standing in the doorway.

"Cas-" Amy began. The angel turned and walked away before she could finish. She stood up, hurrying after the angel.

Sam stepped in front of Amy and jerked his finger towards the room. "Get in there and heal him," he ordered the angel. "Miracle. Now."

Castiel looked down at the floor. "I can't."

"You and Uriel put him in there-" Sam snapped.

Cas looked back up at Sam. "No," he said firmly.

"-because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together," Sam continued.

"I don't know what happened," Cas snapped. "That trap," he let out a deep breath before speaking more calmly, "it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry."

"What happened," Amy spoke up, "was someone broke that trap on purpose. I saw the trap in that room. The only reason it broke was because water from the pipes was dripping onto it."

"This whole thing was pointless," Sam told the angel. "You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers."

Castiel cast Amy a quick glance. "I know," he admitted.

Sam straightened up, glaring daggers at Castiel. "Then find...the real culprit," he snarled. He turned and walked back into the room.


Sam and Amy stayed with Dean until a nurse finally asked them to leave. They drove back to the motel in silence. Amy didn't bother changing out of her clothes as she lay down on her bed and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.


Amy woke up with a jolt a few hours later. Uriel was standing at the foot of her bed.

"Uriel?" she asked. "What are you-"

Uriel cut her off. "Come with me."

Amy looked over at Sam, who was still asleep. She turned back to the angel. "What? Why?"

In response, Amy suddenly found herself standing in the room Alastair had been tortured in. She crossed her arms. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Amy let out a panicked gasp as Uriel grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the wall. "You told Castiel angels were killing the other angels," he snarled. He shoved her hard against the brick wall. "Why?"

Amy struggled against the angel's tightened grip. 'Cas,' she thought desperately, 'help me. Please.'

"Tell me!" Uriel demanded.

"Let her go, Uriel," a familiar voice ordered. Uriel turned away from Amy and Castiel came into view. A glare was plastered on his face as he stood behind Uriel.

"What did this human tell you, Castiel?" Uriel demanded.

Castiel looked over at Amy. "Let...her...go," he repeated.

Uriel tightened his grip around Amy's throat. She was starting to see spots in her vision.

"She's on our side, Uriel."

Uriel dropped Amy to the floor and she collapsed to her knees, trying to regain her breath. The angel took a step towards Castiel. "She told you we were being killed by our own kind, brother. She lied to you and you think she's on our side?"

Castiel cast Amy a quick glance. She nodded to indicate she was alright. "No," Cas finally said, returning his gaze to Uriel, "I don't think she did." He walked around to the back of the demon trap, where the dripping water had broken the seal. "Strange. Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate."

Uriel shrugged. "Alastair was much more powerful than we had imagined."

Amy slowly rose to her feet as Castiel shook his head. "No," he said. "No demon can overpower that trap. I made it myself." He turned back to face Uriel. "We've been friends for a long time, Uriel. Fought by each other's sides, served together away from home, for what seems like forever. We're brothers, Uriel." Cas took a step forward. "Pay me that respect. Tell me the truth."

Uriel smirked. "The truth is," Uriel turned to face Amy, "the human was right." He turned back to Castiel. "The only thing that can kill an angel," he paused as an angel blade slid out of his sleeve and into his grasp, "is another angel."

Castiel gasped. "You."

Uriel nodded. "I'm afraid so," he admitted.

"And you broke the devil's trap," Castiel continued, "set Alastair on Dean."

Uriel sighed. "Alastair should never have been taken alive. Really inconvenient, Cas. Yes, I did turn the screw a little," he admitted. "Alastair should have killed Dean and escaped, and you should have gone on happily scapegoating the demons."

Amy crossed her arms and walked up to stand next to Castiel. "For killing angels?" she asked.

"My work is conversion," Uriel told her. "How long have we waited here?" he asked Cas. "How long have we played this game by rules that make no sense?"

Castiel turned away. "It is our father's world, Uriel."

"Our father?" Uriel asked. "He stopped being that, if he ever was, the moment he created them," he jerked a finger towards Amy. "Humanity, his favorites. This whining, puking larva."

Castiel turned back around. "Are you trying to convert me?" he asked.

"I wanted you to join me," Uriel snapped. "And I still do. With you, we can be powerful enough to..." Uriel trailed off.

"To," Castiel continued.

"To raise our brother," Uriel finished.

"Lucifer," Castiel realized.

"What the hell?" Amy whispered.

Uriel smiled. "You do remember him." He looked longingly at the ceiling as he walked past Castiel and Amy. "How strong he was, how beautiful." Uriel turned back to face Castiel once more. "And he didn't bow to humanity. He was punished for defending us. Now, if you want to believe in something, Cas, believe in him."

Cas hardened his gaze on Uriel. "Lucifer is not God."

"God isn't God anymore," Uriel snapped. "He doesn't care what we do. I am proof of that."

Castiel shook his head. "But this?" he asked. "What were you gonna do, Uriel? Were you gonna kill the whole garrison?"

"I only killed the ones who said no," Uriel admitted. "Others have joined me, Cas."

"Now, please, brother, don't fight me," Uriel continued. "Help me. Help me spread the word. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid."

Castiel shook his head and lowered his gaze to the floor. "For the first time in a long time," Castiel's gaze hardened as he looked back up at Uriel, "I am."

Uriel smiled. Castiel gently pushed Amy out of the way before throwing a punch at Uriel that sent him flying through the brick wall several feet away.

Uriel stood back up and quickly advanced towards Castiel, throwing a punch at his face. Cas quickly dodged and threw several more punches at Uriel, knocking him back. Uriel grabbed Cas by the collar and threw him into several wooden boxes across the room.

Amy backed away as Castiel stood back up, spitting blood out of his mouth. He threw a few more punches at Uriel, knocking him against a table with tools on it. Uriel grabbed a metal bar and swung it at Castiel's head, knocking him down.

Uriel raised the metal bar again. As he swung it down, Amy used her powers to snatch it from his hands.

Uriel stared in shock as Amy tossed the bar to the side. "Clever," he said.

"You can't win, Uriel," Castiel insisted, drawing his brother's attention back to him. "I still serve God."

Uriel grabbed Castiel by the collar and lifted him up. "You haven't even met the man." He raised his fist, punching Castiel in the face. "There is no will." He threw another punch at Castiel. "No wrath." Another punch. "No God."

As Uriel raised his fist one more time, Anna appeared behind him and stabbed him in the back of the neck with an angel blade.

Anna pulled a now terrified looking Uriel close to her. "Maybe. Or maybe not," she hissed. "But there's still me."

Anna pulled the blade out of Uriel's neck and he collapsed onto the devil's trap.

Amy watched as a bright, white, light flared in Uriel's eyes and mouth. She quickly shielded her eyes as the light exploded out of the angel, engulfing the entire room. When the light was gone, she turned back to Uriel's body.

The room they were in had been completely destroyed. Blackened wings were seared on the floor where Uriel lay.

Castiel put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Amy nodded unsteadily. "I think so."

"You can go now, Anna," Castiel said, not looking at the other angel.

"And thank you," Amy added.

Anna nodded and disappeared.

"You knew Uriel was killing Angels, didn't you?" Cas asked.

Amy shook her head. "Not at first. I knew something was off, but it wasn't until I saw the broken trap that it came back to me."

Cas nodded. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"My neck hurts a little," Amy admitted, "but other than that, I'm fine."

Cas held up his hand. "Let me."

Amy pushed her hair out of the way and the angel placed his hand on her neck. A bright light shined from his hand and a moment later, the pain subsided.

"Thanks, Cas," Amy said gratefully.

"Let's get you back to Sam," Castiel said. He placed a finger on her forehead and Amy suddenly found herself standing back in the motel room.

Sam was standing at the end of his bed, packing his duffle bag. He looked up when Amy appeared in the room. "Hey, there you are," he greeted, "where have you been?"

"Uriel kidnapped me last night," Amy explained. She crossed her arms and sat on the other bed. "He was the one that was killing all of those angels and I kinda figured it out. Luckily Cas saved me." She nodded towards his duffle bag. "We leaving?"

Sam nodded. "Hospital called, said we can check Dean out. After that, we're hitting the road, so pack up." He swung his duffle bag over his shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay."

Amy watched Sam walk out of the motel room. She grabbed her own duffle bag and quickly stuffed her stuff back inside, zipping it closed. She hurried out the room after Sam, closing the motel room door behind her.