May 6th, 2009 - Grass Range, Montana
"Amy. Hey, wake up."
Amy groaned as she opened her eyes. Sam was still asleep in the other bed and through the curtains, she could see the moonlight shining into the room.
She rolled over to face Dean. "What?" she growled.
"We gotta go," Dean explained. "Cas came to me in a dream, said we needed to meet him at an address a few miles from here."
At the sound of the angel's name, Amy sat up. "Cas? What did he say?"
Dean made his way over to the other bed. "He didn't say anything. Just to meet him at this address he gave me."
Amy rolled out of her bed as Dean slapped his brother on the bottom of his feet. "Get up," he said.
Sam rolled over. "What's up?" he asked groggily.
"Angel business, let's go," Dean explained.
Sam propped himself up on his arm and rubbed his face. "Yep. Okay." He sat up. "Oh, god," he groaned.
Still in her pajamas, Amy started to follow Dean out the door.
Dean turned to Sam, who was still sitting in his bed. "What are you hungover, or something? Come on." He led Amy out the door and towards the Impala.
A moment later, Sam followed them out. He climbed into the passenger side with Dean and they headed towards the spot Cas had wanted to meet Dean.
It was a short, ten-minute drive to the address Cas had given Dean. They ended up at a warehouse. Amy checked to make sure she had bullets in her gun, just in case, before grabbing a flashlight and following the Winchesters' inside the building.
"Well, what did he say, Dean?" Sam asked as they walked through the warehouse. "What was so important?"
Dean pushed open a door and they walked through. "If I knew, would I be here?"
They walked up a set of stairs and into another room. Amy nearly collided with Dean as he stopped in his tracks. "What the hell?"
Amy squeezed past the other hunter to see what was in the room. The metal rafters had collapsed and twisted on the ground. Sparks flew out from exposed wires every couple of seconds.
"It looks like a bomb went off," Sam noticed.
"There was a fight here," Dean agreed.
Sam shined his light around. "Between who?"
"Angels, maybe?" Amy guessed.
Dean's flashlight landed on something on the wall. "Check it out. Look familiar?"
"Yeah, it does," Sam said.
Amy moved forward to get a closer look. Painted on the wall in blood was the angel-banishing sigil Anna had used once. "It's the angel-banishing sigil," she told them.
"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield," Dean recalled. He shined his light around the room. "Sam, Amy," he suddenly said.
Amy followed the beam of light to see Cas lying unconscious in the rubble. She hurried over with Sam and Dean.
"Cas?" Dean asked, shaking the angel's shoulder. "Cas. Hey, Cas?"
Cas suddenly opened his eyes. "What's . . . ?" he asked. Amy frowned. His voice sounded higher pitched than normal. "What's . . . ? What's going on?"
Dean helped him sit up. "Just take it easy. Take it easy."
The man that looked like Cas quickly stood up, looking wildly around. "Oh. No." He stood up, looking wildly around.
"Cas, you okay?" Sam asked.
The man groaned as he continued looking around. "Ugh. Castiel. I'm not Castiel." He turned to Sam. "It's me."
Sam looked at the man, hoping for some clarification. "Who's 'me'?"
"Jimmy, right?" Amy asked. "Jimmy Novak?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, that's right."
"Where the hell is Castiel?" Dean asked.
Jimmy turned to Dean. "He's gone."
"Gone?" Dean asked.
"I don't know where he went," Jimmy said.
"We should get him back to the motel," Sam said.
Dean nodded in agreement. He and Sam helped Jimmy to his feet. They hurried out to the Impala, putting Jimmy in the back with Amy.
Dean stopped at a drive-thru on the way home and bought a hamburger under Jimmy's request. They led Jimmy inside the motel room, where he immediately threw off his trench coat and sat down at the table, pulling out his meal. The hunters sat around the table with him, watching as he ate.
"You mind slowing down?" Dean asked as he watched Jimmy eat. "You're gonna give me angina."
"I'm hungry," Jimmy said defensively. He took a sip of his drink.
"When's the last time you ate?" Sam asked.
Jimmy shook his head. "I don't know. Months." He shoved the last bite of burger into his mouth and opened another one.
"Since Cas possessed you, right?" Amy asked.
Jimmy shrugged again. "Yeah, probably."
"What the hell happened back there?" Sam asked. "It looked like an angel battle royale."
"All I remember is a flash of light and I... I woke up and I was just, you know, like, me again."
"So, what? Cas just ditched out of your meat suit?" Dean asked.
"I really don't know," Jimmy admitted.
"You remember anything about being possessed?" Sam asked. "Anything at all?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet."
"Ah, that doesn't sound like much fun," Dean noted.
Jimmy nodded in agreement. "Understatement."
"Cas said he wanted to tell us something," Sam said. "Please tell me you remember that."
Jimmy shook his head. "Sorry."
Amy sighed as she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "Great."
Dean sighed. "Come on, what do you know?" he asked impatiently.
Jimmy's face fell as he thought about something. "My name is Jimmy Novak," he finally said. "I'm from Pontiac, Illinois." He looked up at Dean. "I have a family."
"Claire," Amy recalled. "Your daughter."
Jimmy nodded. "And my wife, Amelia."
Dean stood up from the table. "Sam, Amy, can I talk to you for a moment outside?"
Sam and Amy followed Dean outside.
"So, what do we do?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked. "The guy's got a family. We buy him a bus ticket, send him home."
"That might not be the best idea," Amy argued.
"Besides, Dean, he's the only lead we got," Sam agreed.
"He doesn't know anything," Dean said.
"Are you a hundred percent about that?" Sam asked.
"You think he's lying?" Dean questioned. "What, you wanna go Guantanamo on the guy?"
"Dean, maybe he doesn't even know what he knows."
Dean looked at his brother in confusion. "Huh?"
"He is an angel vessel," Amy pointed out. "Demons might be after him."
"Amy's got a point, okay," Sam agreed. "This guy's probably got a target on his back. I say, at least we get him to Bobby's. Maybe all he needs is hypnosis or a psychic. Or hell, maybe Cas will just drop back into him."
Dean sighed. "I don't know, man."
"Dean, back there, that was angel-on-angel violence," Sam argued. "Now, I don't know what's going on, but it's big. And we can't just let the only lead we got just skip out."
Dean shook his head.
Sam let out a deep breath. "What?"
"You remember when our job was helping people? Like, getting them back to their families?" Dean asked.
"Getting him back to his family could put him and his family in danger, though," Amy said.
"Dean, if we want to question the guy, you can damn well bet the demons do, too," Sam snapped.
Dean sighed in defeat. He turned away and headed back inside the room. Sam and Amy followed.
Back inside the room, they found Jimmy waiting for them. "Thank you guys, again," he said as they entered the room. "But I think I should be getting home. I'm sure my family misses me."
Sam and Amy watched as Dean sighed and took a step forward. "Jimmy, we can't let you go home," he began.
Jimmy's smile turned to one of confusion. "The hell are you talking about, I can't go home?"
"There's a good chance you have a bullseye on your back," Dean continued.
"What? From who?" Jimmy asked.
"Demons."
Jimmy scoffed. "Come on, that's crazy. What do they want with me?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know, information, maybe?"
"I don't know anything," Jimmy insisted.
"I know, but –"
Jimmy cut Dean off. "Look, I'm done, okay? With demons, angels, all of it. I just want to go home."
"We understand."
"I don't think that you do understand," Jimmy snapped. "I've been shot and stabbed and healed, and my body has been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle, I'm out, and I am done. I've given enough, okay?"
Sam sighed and took a step forward. "Look, all we're saying is that until we figure this out, the safest place is with us," he said calmly.
Jimmy sighed. "How long?"
Sam hesitated for a moment. He shook his head. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Jimmy huffed and stormed past Dean. Sam stepped in front of him and grabbed his arm as he tried to walk out the door.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
Jimmy spun around. "To see my wife and daughter, okay?"
"You'll just be putting them in danger," Amy spoke up. "It's too risky."
Jimmy glared at her. "So, what, now I'm a prisoner?"
Sam sighed. "Harsh way to put it."
"We're just trying to keep you and your family safe, Jimmy," Amy said. "If a demon gets their hands on you, who knows what could happen? Trust me when I say you're safest here with us."
Jimmy looked down at the floor. After a moment, he nodded. "Fine."
Sam sighed in relief as he let go of Jimmy's arm. "Thank you," he said. He glanced at the clock. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk about this in the morning, okay?"
Jimmy nodded. He sat down on Amy's bed and kicked off his shoes, lying down across the bed.
"I'll take the first watch," Sam offered. "You guys get some sleep."
Dean turned to Amy. "Bed or couch?"
Amy nodded her head towards the bed. "I'll take the bed."
Dean nodded. "Okay." He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.
Amy looked over at Jimmy, who was sound asleep under the covers. "It's so weird seeing Cas sleep," she whispered to Sam. "I mean, I know that isn't Cas, but still..." she trailed off.
Sam sat down at the table. "No, I know what you mean," he told her. "Go ahead and get some sleep, okay?"
Amy nodded. "Sure thing." She lay down in the other bed and closed her eyes as she tried to fall asleep.
May 7th, 2009
"Amy, wake up, now." Sam was frantically shaking her awake. "Jimmy's gone."
Amy sat up. "What do you mean Jimmy's gone?" she asked. She looked over at the clock. It was 4:40 in the morning.
"I mean he's gone," Sam snapped as he quickly packed his duffle bag. "He snuck out."
Amy got out of bed and grabbed her own duffle bag. "I thought you were watching him!" She began packing up as well.
"I was," Sam insured, "He-I went outside for a minute. I thought he was asleep." He turned to the bathroom. "Dean. Would you hurry up?" he yelled angrily.
Amy heard Dean laugh before emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.
Sam glared at his brother. " Sorry, uh, this is funny to you?" he asked.
"Mr. Big-Bad-Prison-Guard, Jimmy McMook give you the slip?" Dean asked. "Yeah, it's pretty funny. What were you doing, anyway?"
Sam hesitated a moment before answering. "I was getting a Coke."
Amy turned to Sam with a look of disbelief on her face. "A coke?" she asked. "Seriously?"
Dean stared at his brother as he continued brushing his teeth. "Was it a refreshing Coke?"
Sam sighed. "Can we just go, please? I've already found his address."
Dean disappeared back into the bathroom coming back out a second later. He grabbed his already-packed bag. "Let's roll."
They hurried out to the Impala and tossed their bags in the trunk, before climbing in. Amy closed the back door just as Dean started the engine and peeled out of the driveway.
They had been driving for ten minutes when Anna suddenly appeared in the backseat next to Amy. "Hey, guys."
Amy jumped at the sight of Anna suddenly appearing. "What the hell?!"
Everyone except Anna grabbed onto something as Dean jerked the steering wheel. The Impala swerved into the other lane before he finally got the car back under control.
Anna barely reacted. "Smooth," she said sarcastically.
"You ever try calling ahead?" Dean snapped.
Anna shrugged. "I like the element of surprise."
"What are you doing here?" Amy asked.
"You let Jimmy get away," Anna reminded them.
Dean jabbed a finger at Sam. "Talk to Ginormo here."
Anna frowned at Sam. "Sam. You seem different."
Sam laughed nervously. "Me? I don't know. Heh. A haircut?"
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Sam, when's the last time you actually had a haircut?"
"And besides," Anna continued, "that's not what I'm talking about." She cast Sam a meaningful look, before turning back to Dean.
"So, what'd Jimmy tell you?" the angel asked. "He remember anything?"
Dean shook his head. "Why? What's going on?"
"It's Cas. He got sent back home," Anna explained. "Well, more like dragged back."
"That's bad, right?" Amy asked.
Anna nodded. "It's a very bad thing. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off."
"Cas said he had something to tell me," Dean said. "Something important."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Does Jimmy know?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't think so."
"You don't think so?" Anna repeated. "Whatever it is, it's huge. You gotta find out for sure."
"Jimmy said he didn't remember much from being possessed," Amy explained.
"That's why we're going after him," Sam continued.
"That's why you shouldn't have let him go in the first place," Anna snapped. "He's probably dead already."
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but Anna was already gone. "Damn it!" he snapped. He pushed the gas pedal further down and sped faster down the road.
Pontiac, Illinois
They reached Jimmy's address a short while later, just after dark. Lights were on inside and Dean parked the Impala in front of the house and grabbed Ruby's knife.
They crept up to the house. Dean peered in through a window, before quickly ducking back down. "Demon," he whispered. They crept towards an open back door.
"Daddy!" a child's voice cried out. That was Claire, Jimmy's daughter.
Inside the house, there was a demon holding a Claire with a knife to her neck. Jimmy was struggling with another demon as another woman watched fearfully.
Dean snuck up behind the demon holding Claire. He slit the vessel's throat and pulled him off of Claire.
The demon that was fighting Jimmy stood up. She started struggling, unable to move. Amy looked over to see Sam holding his hand out, using his psychic abilities.
"Go," Sam strained. "Get them out of here."
Amy pulled on Jimmy's arm as he grabbed his wife and Claire. "Come on, we gotta go."
Jimmy started to run his wife and Claire out of the house. He turned back to look at the hunters.
"Go, go," Dean shouted.
Amy pushed them out the front door, closing it behind them. She ran back into the living room as Sam closed his eyes. The demon looked worried for a moment, before smirking. Sam opened his eyes, breathing heavily at his unsuccessful attempt at exorcising the demon.
"Aw. Can't get it up, can you, Sam?" the demon taunted.
Dean rushed forward, Ruby's knife in the air. "No, but I can."
Before Dean could stab her, the demon flew out of the vessel. Dean grabbed Sam and Amy by the arm.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on," he yelled as they ran out the door.
Jimmy and Claire were waiting by the Impala when they ran outside.
"Thank god," Jimmy said as they approached.
Dean looked around. "Where's your wife?"
Amelia ran up, holding Jimmy's trench coat. "Right here."
"Let's go."
Jimmy, Amelia, and Claire climbed into the back of the Impala.
Amy squeezed in front with Sam and Dean. She pulled her knees up to her chest as Dean peeled away from the house.
"Who the hell are you guys?" Amelia asked.
Amy turned to the backseat as best as she could. "I'm Amy," she said. "This is Sam and that's Dean. We're here to help."
"Help?" Jimmy's wife asked. "You killed Roger!"
"Roger was a demon," Dean snapped. "And he was going to kill all of you if we hadn't stepped in, so you're welcome."
Amelia up at Jimmy, who was cuddling Claire up next to him, in shock. Jimmy nodded in confirmation.
"Look, right now we gotta get you guys someplace safe so we can talk about our next move," Dean continued.
A few minutes later, Dean pulled into a parking garage. Amelia stayed in the back with Claire, while the hunters and Jimmy got out to talk.
Jimmy sighed. "You were right," he admitted.
"I'm sorry we were," Dean said.
"I'm telling you, I don't know anything," Jimmy insisted.
"We know that," Amy replied. "But I don't think the demons will."
Sam nodded. "And even if they did, you're a vessel. They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick."
"Which means vivisection if they're feeling generous," Dean continued.
"I'm gonna tell you once again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us."
Jimmy looked over at his wife and daughter. "How long?" Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Jimmy cut him off. "And don't give me that "cross that bridge when we get to it" crap."
"Don't you get it?" Sam finally snapped. "Forever. The demons will never stop." His voice was growing louder with every word. "You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home."
Amy stared up at Sam after he finished. "Dude, what the hell?" she asked.
"Don't sugarcoat it, Sam," Dean added.
"I'm just telling him the truth, guys," Sam snapped. "Someone has to."
Jimmy sighed. "Can I at least say goodbye to my wife and daughter?"
Dean thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "They can't go home, either. Is there someplace they can go in the meantime? A friend or family member?"
"Amelia's parents live in Iowa."
"That should be far enough, right?" Amy asked, looking up at the Winchesters.
Dean nodded again. "We'll let you say your goodbye's." He led Sam and Amy away from the Impala.
Jimmy opened the back door and knelt down, speaking in a hushed voice to his wife.
Amy and Dean watched as Amelia started crying and pulled Jimmy into a hug. They got out of the car and Jimmy went around to wake up Claire. The family got out of the Impala and waited as Sam hot-wired a nearby car.
After Sam finished hot-wiring the car, he approached Amelia and Claire. "Okay, so, uh, here's your car." Giving Amelia a small nod, he climbed into the Impala with Dean and Amy.
Jimmy took Claire's hands. "Hey, take care of your mom, okay, Bub?" he instructed.
Claire nodded and Jimmy placed his forehead on hers. After a moment he climbed into the backseat, shutting the door behind him. Dean started the engine and they drove off.
"We have a friend in Sioux Falls," Dean explained as he pulled the Impala out of the lot. "You'll be safest with him."
Jimmy didn't say anything as he stared out the window.
It started raining almost as soon as they left the parking garage. Amy watched the raindrops run down her window as Jimmy tried to sleep in the seat next to her.
Five minutes after they left, Sam's phone rang. He frowned at the caller ID, before answering. "Hello?" There was a pause before Sam turned to the backseat. "It's for Jimmy."
Amy shook Jimmy awake. "Phone call," she said.
"It's your wife," Sam added as Jimmy took the phone from him.
"Amelia?" Jimmy asked sleepily. There was a brief pause as he listened to the other line. Jimmy sat up, a look of panic on his face. "Oh, my God."
"What happened?" Amy asked.
"We have to go back," Jimmy began. "A-a demon, a demon has my family."
Without a word, Dean instantly spun the car around and started driving back the way they had come from.
"What did it say?" Dean demanded.
"To meet at a warehouse just outside Pontiac," Jimmy said. "And that I have to come alone."
Amy scoffed. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
"How far is this warehouse?" Dean asked.
"About ten minutes."
Dean pushed the gas pedal further down and accelerated down the road.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the warehouse. They got out of the Impala and stood on the passenger side.
"Alright, they're expecting you to come alone," Dean told Jimmy. "That's exactly what you're gonna do."
"We'll work our way through the catwalks," Sam continued. "We'll be right behind you."
Catching onto the plan, Amy added, "Just let us handle everything else while you stall them. We just need you to stay calm."
"You want me to stay calm?" Jimmy asked in disbelief. "This is my family we're talking about."
"Listen to me, this will work," Dean assured him. "You understand? Nobody's gonna get hurt."
Jimmy scoffed. "Yeah, whatever. Give me a minute, okay?" He turned away and walked towards the warehouse.
"There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Dean," Sam muttered. "You know this is probably a trap."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan."
"What exactly is this plan?" Amy asked.
"You'll see." Dean gestured for Sam and Amy to follow. "Come on."
Amy began to follow the Winchesters but paused when she saw Jimmy stopped in the middle of the parking lot. He shouted up to the sky as rain poured down on him.
"Castiel, you son of a bitch!" Jimmy shouted. His voice echoed through the air. "You promised me my family would be okay. You promised you were gonna take care of them. I gave you everything you asked me to give. I gave you more. This is the thanks I get? This is what you do? This is your heaven?" He paused for a moment as if waiting for a response. "Help me, please," he begged. "You promised, Cas. Just help me."
Jimmy stood there for a minute, before hanging his head. Amy couldn't hear what he said before he made his way inside.
"Amy, come on," Dean hissed.
Amy quickly followed them through a backdoor to the warehouse.
Instead of leading them up to the catwalks, Dean led them down a hallway. As they rounded a corner, Amy felt a pair of rough hands grab her around the waist and cover her mouth. Two more demons walked out of the shadows, grabbing Sam and Dean before they could do anything.
"Where do you think you're going?" the demon that had grabbed Amy hissed in her ear. Amy could only glare as she was dragged off alone with Sam and Dean.
Jimmy turned around as they were dragged into the room and a look of panic flashed across his face. Amy struggled against the demon's tight grip. The demon possessing Amelia walked up to them, while Jimmy hurried over to his daughter, who was tied to a chair, alive, but unconscious.
"Nice plan, Dean," Sam said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, nobody bats 1,000," Dean muttered.
Amelia turned to the demon holding Sam. "Got the knife?"
The demon pulled Ruby's knife out of Sam's pocket and held it up. An idea flashed in Amy's mind. She just needed the right window.
Amelia smirked. "And you know what's funny?"
"You wearing a soccer mom?" Dean asked.
Amelia ignored him. "Is I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel," she continued. "Sort of like a milk run." She glared at the hunters. "Now look who landed in my lap."
Sam laughed nervously. "Yeah, well, you got us, okay? Let these people go."
Amy looked around. 'Cas, where are you?' she thought. 'We could kinda use your help down here.'
Claire shifted in her seat and Amy swore she saw the young girl's eyes glow blue for a brief moment.
Amy flashed a small smile. She looked over at the demon still holding Ruby's knife, then cast a quick glance over to Sam and Dean.
The demon in Jimmy's wife smirked. "Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh?"
Amy smirked. "No," she spoke up. "But mine still are."
Focusing her powers on the knife in the demon's hand, she spun the blade around and jabbed it in the demon's stomach. The demon flickered with light, before dropping to the ground, the knife falling from its fingertips.
Now that he was free, Sam grabbed the knife and stabbed the demon holding Amy. It flashed with light and dropped dead. Dean elbowed the demon holding him in the stomach and the demon stumbled back towards Sam. Sam grabbed the demon, holding the demon knife to its throat.
Amelia smirked. "Pity," she said. "But it's too bad you're not faster than a bullet."
Whipping out a gun, the demon spun around, shooting Jimmy in the gut before anyone had a chance to react.
"No!" Amy cried out as Jimmy clutched his bullet wound and dropped to his knees.
"Now to waste Little Orphan Annie." Amelia picked up a pipe and began making her way over to Claire, who was still unconscious.
"What the hell do we do?" Amy whispered.
"We need to stop her," Dean said, "no matter what. Come on."
The demon swung the pipe over her head. It swung the pipe down and Amy held out her hand, intending on yanking the pipe out of the demon's hand. Before she got a chance to, however, Claire suddenly opened her eyes. She grabbed the pipe and swung it at the demon's head, burning the ropes around her away.
"Cas?" Amy wondered aloud. Claire, now possessed by Castiel, turned to her for a brief moment, before turning to Jimmy. Jimmy had a look of fear in his eyes as she approached.
The demon Sam had been holding at knifepoint took the opportunity to break free. It elbowed Sam in the stomach, causing him to double over.
"Sammy!" Dean grabbed the demon by the shoulder and spun it around to face him. He punched the demon in the face and it stumbled back towards Amy's waiting fist.
As Amy and Dean continued punching the demon back and forth, Sam picked the demon knife back up. As Dean threw one final punch, Sam grabbed the demon from behind and slit its throat. The vessel collapsed to the ground
Amy hurried up to Jimmy as he propped himself up on the wall. "Hey, hey," she said as she applied pressure to the bullet hole. "It's okay. You're going to be okay." Warm blood pumped against her hands and even as she said those words, Amy knew there was a good chance she was lying.
There was a scream and Amy turned her head back towards the others. Sam stood with his back to them, unmoving. He turned around and Amy felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the blood that surrounded his mouth. In all the panic, she had forgotten about the demon blood. Did Dean know? Had she ever told him about it? One look at his face confirmed that she had not.
Sam raised a hand and Amelia suddenly stopped. Black smoke poured out of her mouth and Amelia dropped to her knees as it burned into the ground.
A cough from Jimmy brought Amy's attention back over to him.
Castiel knelt down in front of Jimmy. "Of course we keep our promises," she said. "Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy."
Jimmy shook his head. "No. Claire?"
"Cas, please," Amy begged. "There's gotta be something you can do."
Castiel shook her head. "I'm afraid not. She's with me now."
Jimmy moaned in pain as he propped himself further up the wall.
"She's chosen," Castiel continued. "It's in her blood, as it was in yours."
"Please, Castiel," Jimmy pleaded, his voice breaking. "Me, just take me. Take me, please."
"I wanna make sure you understand," Castiel informed Jimmy. "You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it."
Amy let out a shaky breath as Jimmy shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You take me," he insisted. "Just take me."
Castiel looked at Jimmy for a moment, before sighing. "As you wish," she agreed.
Castiel placed a hand on Jimmy's face. There was a high pitched squealing noise and Amy shielded her eyes as a bright light emitted from Jimmy's eyes and mouth. A moment later, Claire removed her hand. She panted heavily as Castiel stood up and walked away.
Amy watched Castiel walk away. She placed a hand on Claire's shoulder. "You okay?" she asked.
Claire nodded. "What happened?" she asked.
"Long story short, you were possessed by an angel," Amy explained. "Come on, can you stand?"
Amelia ran up to them, kneeling down beside her daughter. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly. Claire nodded and Amelia pulled her daughter into a hug.
Amy stood up and walked over to Sam and Dean. Cas looked over at Amelia and Claire, before turning and walking away.
"Cas, hold up." At Dean's words, Cas turned back around. "What were you gonna tell me?"
"I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean," the angel informed him. "I serve heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you."
Amy couldn't think of anything to say that would stop Cas from walking away. She stood next to Sam and Dean as they watched the angel leave the warehouse.
Dean watched Cas leave before pulling out his cell phone. "I have a phone call to make," he muttered. "Make sure they're alright." He walked off, dialing a number on his phone.
"I'll go get their car started," Sam said. He opened the door to the warehouse, heading back outside.
Amelia and Claire walked over to Amy.
"Are you guys gonna be okay?" Amy asked.
"In the day, my husband who was missing for a year came back, my neighbors were killed, I was possessed by a demon, and my daughter was possessed by an angel, and now my husband is possessed by an angel and is leaving all over again." Amelia shook her head. "I don't think we'll be okay for a while."
"That's understandable." Amy gave the woman a small smile. "I'm just glad you guys are safe."
Amelia seemed hesitant to ask something. "How do you do it?" she finally asked. "I mean demons and angels? How do you hunt them down like this?"
Amy rocked back and forth on her feet. "I think I've just gotten used to it," she said. "I met Sam and Dean exactly two years ago and I've been hunting with them for almost as long. When I met them, I was terrified. But now?" She shrugged. "It sounds weird, but now it's practically just a normal everyday routine for me."
Amelia nodded but didn't say anything.
"This won't be something you just forget," Amy continued. "Are you sure you guys will be alright?"
Amelia ran a hand through her daughter's hair. "We'll be fine," she said uneasily.
Sam walked back inside the warehouse. "Your car's ready to go," he told Amelia.
Dean hung up his phone call and walked back up to them. He pulled two necklaces out of his pocket, handing them to Amelia. "These are for you guys." At Amelia's questioning look, he added, "Anti-possession charms. No demons will be able to possess you as long as you wear them. Keep them on for a month or two, just to be safe." He handed her a slip of paper with his number written down. "And call us if you have any trouble."
Amelia took the necklaces and paper. "Thank you, guys." She pulled Claire closer to her as they left the warehouse.
Dean hung up his call and walked back over to Sam and Amy. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Who was on the phone?"
"Just an old hunting buddy," Dean said simply. He patted his brother on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get going." He walked off.
Sam shot Amy a questioning look. She merely shrugged, before hurrying off after Dean. A moment later, Sam followed.
Amelia and Claire were already gone by the time Sam and Amy got outside. Dean was waiting for them inside the already running car. They hurried through the rain and climbed inside. Dean pulled out of the parking lot, driving down the street.
"All right, let's hear it." They had been driving for almost an hour in silence and Sam was the first to break it.
Dean flashed his brother a glance. "What?"
"Drop the bomb, man," Sam demanded. "You saw what I did. Come on, stop the car, take a swing."
Dean shook his head. "I'm not gonna take a swing."
Sam turned to face Amy in the backseat. "I know you saw what I did," he said. "Don't you have anything to say?"
Amy didn't know what to say. What the hell is wrong with you, Sam? Why would you do this? How could you do this? Did what I tell you about Ruby and Lilith mean so little to you that you would go behind mine and Dean's backs like this?
With all those questions in her head, Amy still didn't know what she was supposed to say. She turned her head to look out the window, ignoring Sam.
Sam huffed. "Come on," he snapped. "Scream, chew me out."
"I'm not mad, Sam." Dean sounded a little too calm.
"Come on. You're not mad?"
Dean looked over at Sam before turning back to the road. "Nope."
Sam scoffed. "Right. Look, at least let me explain myself-"
"Don't," Dean cut him off. "I don't care."
Sam looked over at Dean. "You don't care?" he asked disbelievingly.
Dean cast his brother another look. "What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed?" he asked. "Yeah, I am," he admitted. "But, mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done."
Sam's phone began to ring. Amy turned her head back to the front as he answered it. "Hey, Bobby."
There was a pause as Sam listened to Bobby speak.
"What's going on?"
After another pause, Sam hung up. He stared at his phone in confusion.
"What'd he say?" Dean asked.
"Guess he has news about the apocalypse," Sam said. "Said we needed to get over there."
Dean nodded. Amy stretched out across the seat as he accelerated down the road.
May 8th, 2009 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota
They reached Bobby's house early the next morning. He led them inside and down into the basement.
"Well, thanks for shaking a tail," the old hunter said as he led them towards the panic room.
"No problem, Bobby," Amy muttered.
Sam opened the door to the panic room.
"Go on inside," Bobby instructed. "I wanna show you something."
Dean stopped Amy from following Sam as he entered the panic room. They hung back with Bobby as they watched Sam walk further into the room.
"All right. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?" Sam turned back around, freezing when he saw the others still standing outside.
"You are," Bobby said as he put a hand on the metal door. "This is for your own good." Dean helped him close the panic room, locking it tightly.
Sam slowly walked up to the barred window. "Guys?"
Bobby ignored him, closing and latching the window.
Sam's voice became muffled as he continued shouting at them, growing angrier with every word. "Hey, hey. What? This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?"
Amy turned and headed back up the stairs. She heard Dean and Bobby follow her out of the basement and disappear into Bobby's study. Amy sighed as she headed up to the second floor and into her room, closing the door behind her.
