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NCsupnatfan: Like that idea - Sarah being a Heaven's special kid. Glad you liked the twist, and we will learn the rest soon. Thanks for the review.

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Blondie20000: So glad you liked the chapter. Sarah was originally supposed to be one of Azazel's children, but a few different things influenced me at one point, so I changed my mind. I will say her having angel blood is going to be of significance in the sequel. As for Anael, I always saw her as I described her in Another day in paradise, just as AU Michael saw her - someone looking for home and family. I hated what they did to her in this last season, just so that they could have Gen and Daneel in the same scene. Completely unrealistic and incorrect, as we all know. Thanks for the review.

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Bonus chapter 2: Take these broken wings and learn to fly again

Sam took the I-35 South and then turned to I-49, headed fro New Orleans, Louisiana. Julia and he were headed there to see her father, for Sam to meet him and for him to see with his own two eyes that Julia is in fact, ok. Sam could understand the worry of a father, especially the one who really knows what lurks in the dark, but he couldn't help but feel like this was just a bit too drastic. Her father should have allowed Julia to rest up before taking a 15 hour trip to New Orleans. Still, Sam decided he would do most of the driving and let Julia sleep if she wanted to.

That was one of the reasons he wanted to take the car, not that his interest didn't spark when he saw her bike. Imagining her on it was... Arousing. But he had no idea how to drive a bike, and he was tall enough to look ridiculous on it, so he suggested they take the car, one driving, the other resting. He wouldn't tell Julia he would be doing most of the driving. It was strange how Julia first flipped over someone setting a hand on her bike (Jesus, could she be more Dean?), and seemed like she was going to loose it over the mere thought of leaving her bike behind. But she stopped before she could start a tantrum and then just... Agreed? Something was off there.

Something was generally off. They have been driving for a few hours now,and all the while, Julia was staring out the window, occasionally biting her lip or wrapping her arms around herself, not saying a word. The more time passed, the more worried Sam became. But he didn't know if she just wondered off, thinking about them and about what happened to them or was it something much more serious. There was one way he might know, but it wasn't bulletproof. Well, here goes nothing.

Sam reached and set his hand on the radio dial. He raised the volume and then changed the station to the cheesiest song he could find. He himself cringed at the sound that filled the car, the song so... Beyond proper words.

"Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk

I'ma get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps

Check it out " (The Black Eyed Peas )

Sam glanced her way, but couldn't keep his focus on her, he had to watch the road. So he missed when she turned to him, her body rigid, every muscle in her body tense and only her head turning, like in a very scary horror movie. Her wide eyes stared at him in disbelief for a moment before she turned the rest of her body toward the interior of the car and shut the radio off. Sam glanced her way again, only to meet her are-you-being-serious-with-this-music look and he huffed a nervous laugh before clearing his throat.

"You seem distant since we left. Everything ok?" He finally asked and it was almost like he could feel her recoil at the question.

"Yeah, 'm fine." She replied and turned to the window again. Sam just knew it, he knew that posture, he knew that line, he knew that tone. He also knew not to push it, but to let her take her time, and tell him when she is ready. In the mean time...

"Ok, so you din't mind me listening to music, then?" He reached for the radio again and slowly upped the volume of the same song, making her snap her head to face him, displeased and pissy look in her eyes.

"You play that song and you'll loose that hand, got it?!" He said and watched him smile and huff a few laughs and she closed her eyes, a bit embarrassed. He was teasing her, of course he was. And she totally fell for it. Julia herself let out a laugh and shook her head, a small smile creeping up on her face. It was amazing how he could just make her mind slip onto something silly like this and instantly cheer her up. He was just... A dash of fresh air in her stale life. A much needed dash of fresh air that had her realizing something she hasn't before. She was suffocating. Suffocating in her life, in her father's constant need to keep her safe and by her side and... And she was ok with it. After Jake, she was ok with it, to hide in her father's shadow, in the safety his presence provided. But what when she didn't need him anymore?

How will he react to it all? Not just to the fact that she found somebody, but at who she has found... See knew she had to fell him, he had to know what to expect. A part of her wished he hadn't come, that she handled her father alone, but deep down she was glad Sam here. Like she knew he wouldn't let her father have the last say.

"My dad..." Julia started uncertain, biting down on her lower lip hard. "He could be... A little protective..." Sam knew that, of course he would be. He was a hunter just like his father, and he knew it also knew it might be a bit more amplified considering he didn't have a son, but a daughter. Still, he didn't interrupt, considering she was starting to open up about it.

"He might... not like you. And he might... I don't know. I am not sure how he will react, and I... I just thought you should know to expect... Everything." She said giving Sam a hopeful look, waiting for him to respond.

"It's ok, Juls. I figured it might be... Awkward and a bit of a... hard introduction. I am not kidding myself to think he would welcome me with open arms, he is a hunter..." Sam responded.

"He might welcome you with a shotgun, silver, salt and holy water." Julia inserted and Sam smiled at that. Been a long time since he took 'the tests'.

"And that's fine, I wouldn't have it any other way. He needs to make sure I am human and that he and most of all you are safe. I met a few of hunters, distrust is one of the basic traits." Sam said remembering Bobby and the first time they met Rufus. And that gave him an idea... "I was thinking..." he started and while still driving, he reach behind to the back seat and picked up his duffel. He set it between him and Julia and roamed through it with his free hand. After a minute or so, he finally pulled out a knife-holster with a big knife and gave it to Julia.

She looked at Sam confused and then down on the knife, slowly opening the holster and pulling it out. At first glance the knife appeared to be an ordinary hunting knife with a curved, serrated-edged blade and antler handle. But when Julia pulled it out completely, she could see some symbols edged on the blade itself. The symbols seemed familiar, but she couldn't place them. Finally, she looked back up at Sam and asked him what it was.

"A demon-killing knife. As far as I know it is the last of it's kind. You like it?" Sam simply explained.

"I do... But... It's like the angel blade, right? But looks way cooler." Julia responded looking over the symbols again.

"An angel blade can kill angels and demons. This can only kill demons. And Hellhounds." Sam added. "It isn't much of a weapon compared to the angel blade, but..."

"No, it is awesome. Such a cool thing to have. And looks way better then those angels blades, looking so... New age and fancy... Ugh." Julia said visibly shuddering in slight disgust at the idea of angel blades. Still, she owned one. Her father paid good money for it, and then a few years later stumbled upon one more while on a hunt, so now he had one of his own.

"You think your dad would like it?" Sam asked. He hoped it wouldn't look like he was trying to bribe him or worse, buy his daughter off or something. To Sam, it was a gesture of respect, to present something like this to an old hunter, knowing he would appreciate the craftsmanship of the knife.

"You serious?" Julia asked surprised. For someone to just give something like this... She knew her dad would love it, it was cool and interesting and had history, had some lore behind it. It didn't occur to her he might see some hidden intent behind it, so she just blabbed out "He would love it."

"Good." Sam said with a smile. This has every chance to turn into a disaster, but he hoped Julia's father would see how much he cared about her daughter and that he could keep her safe. He hoped that, despite what Mr. Anderson might have heard about him and the Winchesters in general, he would still give him the benefit of a doubt.


The meeting itself went almost as expected. The man, not so tall, but strict looking welcomed his daughter in a warm embrace, his eyes sparking up the moment he set them on her. He had short hair of salt/pepper color and light hazel eyes that watched Sam like a hawk. The man had something powerful oozing out of his stance, some confidence and trust yet to be earned. But if he ever gave you trust and you break it, you are dead to him. Yeah, Sam couldn't help but be reminded of a character from a crime show called NCIS, agent Gibbs. Except his guy had a permanent frown, shorter hair and a definite New Orleans vibe to him.

The man hugged his daughter and just threw him a slightly angry glance before he turned and walked in the house without a greeting of any kind. Julia quietly motioned for Sam to follow her as she too stepped inside. Sam took a deep breath, clenching the gift wrapped in a leather cloth and entered their home.

The place smelled like the sea, and had this nice, cozy feel to it, and as Sam looked around with a mild smile, his eyes fell upon certain things only a hunter would notice. Like how the exits were open, for an easy getaway. How there were some charms strategically placed around and Sam was willing to bet that there was a devil trap under each rug. Weapons were hung around the place, seeming as part of the decor, but Sam knew if he was to pick up that machete by the door that lead to the yard, it would be sharp and ready to be used on a vampire's head.

"Um, dad... This is Sam. Sam, this is my father, Albert Anderson." Julia tried, frowning at the formality of the introduction. Sam didn't miss that she 'forgot' to say his last name and hoped she did tell her father, otherwise this is going to go real bad real soon.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Sam smiled and extended his hand to the man, but he just glanced down at it, and then brought his eyes back on Sam, ignoring the hand. Sam retreated his hand and wondered if he should say anything else. 'What a nice home you have.' - sounded too awkward, and completely irrelevant to the situation. But then he caught the man's gaze as it slipped to the table by Sam's side, and he couldn't help the smile that flashed upon his face. True to the man, there stood a bowl of water, a silver dollar (he wouldn't give a weapon to a stranger, would he?) and a container of salt.

Immediately, Sam picked up the salt, poured a bit in his hand and licked it, with clear disgust. He rinsed it with the water from the bowl, a bit stale and filled with iron, but it was better then the salt on his tongue. Lastly, he picked the silver dollar, lifted it up for Mr. Anderson to see and put it back down on the table. Julia's dad nodded, only slightly pleased and then motioned for him and Julia to take a seat at the bar stools by the bar/counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. He took a spot on the opposite side, and would probably look intimidating if Sam was shorter.

"Thank you." Mr. Anderson finally said, and it was like it physically hurt to say it. "For bringing my Julia back..." He added, his expression still wary, his eyes still filled with mistrust. For a moment Sam thought he was going to tell him 'thanks-you're dismissed now.' Instead, the man asked "What do you want in return?"

"Wh...What?" Sam asked in total bewilderment. Out of all the things he expected, this was not even on the list. Did her father think he would demand something in return? "No, I..." Sam tried, but Mr. Anderson cut him off.

"Cuz you certainly can't have my daughter." He said in such a dismissive tone, and then turned around and went to the fridge.

"Dad!" Julia countered, but he just gave her a look, the kind Sam was familiar with, the kind John would give him anytime he tried to contradict him, especially in company. Still, she held her ground staring back at him and said through clenched teeth. "You can't make that decision for me... Sam..."

"Is a hunter. Is a Winchester. Is trouble. If I ever considered letting you be with someone, it would certainly not be with him." Mr. Anderson said taking a sip of his beer, seeming a bit more relaxed now that he made his disapproval clear.

"Let me? LET ME? You..." Julia started, but flinched when Sam grabbed her hand to stop her from saying something she might regret.

"Mr. Anderson. I care about your daughter... A lot. And I understand. She went missing for almost two weeks and now she comes back with... me, and I get it. So, how about I give you two some time to talk and to think things through, and just... Catch up. I'll go find a motel and grab a bite to eat, and then I will come back later, ok? We can talk about it then." Sam said and he could see the slight surprise that flashed upon Mr. Anderson's face, even though he tried to hide it. Julia smiled at him, thankful he was this calm and this thoughtful of her relationship with her father. He was right, she needed to speak to him without Sam there, knowing he would feel a lot more open to talk.

Sam stood up with a smile, nodded at her father knowing the man wouldn't shake his hand yet; set a small soft kiss on Julia's cheek, turned and left the house. He wanted to let them talk and get that normal feel to that relationship. Sam coming in right after she was taken must have made her father feel like he was loosing her completely. Taking some time to themselves would to them both some good. Then he would come back and try and show her father that no matter what, he cares about Julia and that he will protect her with all he can.

He looked down into his hand that was still holding the knife. The timing wasn't right to gift it, but he still knew the man would appreciate it. Sam didn't really need the damn thing, they had an abundance of angel blades, and letting go of a this particular piece also had a deeper meaning for Sam. Maybe finally, he can let go of all of the things that haunted him, his past and the mistakes he made. Maybe finally he can let go and be happy.


Coming back a couple of hours later, Sam knocked on the door. He waited for a while, but when there was no answer he knocked again. They couldn't have left, right? He knocked the third time and thought he heard a noise from within. Some strange feeling washed over him and he reached and turned the knob, carefully and quietly opening the door. Immediately the smell that welcomed him told him Julia and her father were most definitely in trouble.

Slowly he snuck inside and listened, trying to hear and see how many of them there were. He needed to assess the situation before coming up with a plan. Sam flinched when he heard a clanking sound followed by the bowl sliding into his view. The bowl with the holy water.

"Exorcisms don't work on me, old man. Not when we brand the meatsuit." a voice spoke, his tone condescending. He must have been pissed if they threw that holy water at him.

"You branded Brandon? Why?" Mr. Anderson's stern voice laced with slight fear spoke. Of course, Sam had no idea who Brandon was, but needed to know more if he was going to help them. He tried to take a glance around the corner, but couldn't see much. He thought about signalling Julia or Mr. Anderson somehow, telling them to keep stalling, but he couldn't risk being seen by the demon or demons.

"Don't worry, it's not like he felt it. Not next to all those broken bones and internal bleeding he got from trying to fight me only to end up getting hit by a garbage truck. I gotta say, having a meatsuit without an occupant in it... Makes things so much more easier, I had no idea." The demon – Brandon spoke and gave Sam one vital piece of information. Brandon was past saving and considering the hunter still had the knife he meant to give away.

"What do you want? – he could hear Julia's shaky voice speak up – Haven't you taken enough from me?" In an instant, Sam realized just who this demon was and rage consumed him. He took a few quiet deep breaths trying to calm himself and then he backed away and exited the house, quietly closing the door on his way out.

A few more deep breaths and Sam put on a wide polite smile, slipping on the mask of a carefree civilian, slipping the knife in the back of his jeans. He raised his hand, knocked on the door once again, loudly this time, but didn't wait for an answer, instead he barged in.

"Hey, Juls... I came back... – He yelled throughout the house with a cheery voice – the bakery didn't have any more of that apple pie you liked, sorry... Oh... I didn't know we had company." He said coming into the kitchen, smiling widely and completely ignoring the distressed look on Julia's and her father's face. He had a gut feeling the demon was alone and luck served him well this time.

"Yes! – the demon returned the smile – I am Jake, Julia's old love. You must be the new boyfriend, huh? My, my, Julia, you sure know how to pick 'em." The demons words were laced with venom that Sam seemed oblivious to. The demon eyed him head to toe, smirking to himself and watched Sam come over to Julia, wrapping a hand over her shoulder, and squeezing her to his side.

"She is just the best, right?" Sam said with that goofy smile, obviously playing something, because Julia knew, she knew he knew about Jake and the demon and God! couldn't he smell those rotten eggs? Sam must have a plan of sorts, she thought, so she just played along and smiled meekly, looking so miserable. She could hear Sam mutter some words in Latin, but couldn't decipher what he was saying. "We were just going to make some dinner, would you like to stay for the meal? We would love to have you..." Sam added.

"Oh, I think I have my eyes set on my meal already." The demon retorted. Sam huffed a laugh and if this was real, Julia was willing to bet he would have blushed.

"That's...Um, that's nice, but I'm sorry dude, I don't swing that way." Sam said and then mutter more words in Latin, to quiet for the demon to hear.

"A real funny guy... – the demon said as he took a few steps towards Sam – Where do you come up with these guys, Juls? Just like the last one, too sweet, too nice, too... Ignorant... Why you never teach them a thing, is beyond me..."

"...aciobaid atces te oitagergnoc sinmo, oigel sinmo, iirasrevda silanrefni oisrucni sinmo, satsetop acinatas sinmo..." *Sam muttered and this time the demon heard, but didn't know what it was. So he stepped closer and tried to listen in.

" ...sutirips sudnummi sinmo, et sumazicroxe." *Sam said and finished. A small smirk appeared on his face as the demon coughed a bit, his throat tightening and his chest aching, feeling like something was tugging at his damned soul.

"Oh, so you did teach them something, huh?" The demon said panting a bit, a victorious smirk on his face. "But you can't get rid of me that easily. Exorcisms don't work on me, kid." He added, his eyes flashing black. He took another threatening step closer, a bit confused as to why Sam would keep on smiling.

The demon must not have been a high ranking one, otherwise he would have the power to fling Sam in a wall, but he was strong. Sam let himself take a punch to the face and then one to the gut as Julia screamed beside him, calling out his name. Sam clenched and doubled down on one knee with a grunt and then... Started laughing.

Demon frowned, confused as he looked down upon Sam. He must have done something, but what? The demon couldn't tell, he didn't feel any different. Was this maybe a distraction? The demon glance at the others who were confused, but a little less scared and that was troubling. He focused to the man on the ground and watched him slowly get up and raise his eyes to meet his. The demon would be twice damned if he didn't expect to see something in his eyes to indicate the man was a much bigger threat then he anticipated.

"I wasn't trying to send you away. - Sam said staring into the demon's eyes - I was making stay put."

The demon's expression turned into one of complete bafflement, not understanding what Sam was trying to say at first, but then he tried to 'smoke' out and found that he was... Unable to do so. So much for possessing another one of Julia's boyfriends. And sure, this was a bit... Troubling. But it isn't like the guy really hurt him with this. So then? Why do it at all?

"Why would you want me to stay where I am? Did you get hit in the head or something? You do know I am a demon, right, you know what we do?"

Sam huffed a laugh to that. "Of course I know what you demons do. You lie. You cheat. You make deals for people's soul... - and slowly his tone turned just a bit more darker - you hurt, you torture, you kill. You possess people and make them watch as you torment their loved ones. You take and you take, and... You are vile, disgusting things, no better than the filth you rose from. Especially souls like yours."

"Oh, a fan, huh? What's your name, kid? I gotta tell them what name to put on YOUR TOMBSTONE!" The demon spat out, glaring at the tall man. Still, he didn't not move, he didn't dare to attack just yet. The man oozed with some strange confidence that sent chills down the demon's spine. He even flinched when the man took a step forward, and every fibber of the demon's being screamed Run! Run! Run!

"My name is Sam. Sam Winchester."

Albert Anderson did not know demons can turn pale. Or be terrified.

The demon tried to back away, he tried to turn and head for the door, but Sam was faster, grabbing him and twisting his arm with one hand while pulling out his knife and bringing it to the demon's throat with his other. Sam leaned in and whispered into his ear, quiet enough to draw shivers from the demon, loud enough for the others to hear.

"I would love nothing more than to show you what real torment looks like... Not the one on the rack, not the things you saw in Hell, no. I would love nothing more than to show you what it feels like to hurt, to suffer, to cry out... From your own actions. Tell me, demon, do you remember what it was like to... Feel?"

Julia thought the demon is going to piss himself.

"I would love nothing more than to heal you - Sam continued - to cure your damned soul and let you feel again. Believe me, for a demon, there is no worse thing... But it isn't up to me." Sam raised his eyes to look at Juls and nodded.

Carefully, she came closer and took the knife out of Sam's hand, still keeping it .the demon's throat as she contemplated her options. Finally, the demon that took her Jake and her baby was right here, captured and she... She could do anything she wanted. She could and hit him and he wouldn't dare move. She could slash open his stomach and let his guts fall out. She could slit his throat and watch him gag and choke on his own blood. He wouldn't die, but he wouldn't be able to run away either. She could make him feel every single thing she felt all those years ago.

She looked at Sam and their eyes met. The darkness from his eyes disappeared and was replaced by concern and support. He would do whatever she asked if him, wouldn't he? If this wasn't a demon, if it were just a lowlife human, it would have made no difference to Sam. He would do it for he, wouldn't he?

And just like that, that's all that mattered. The feelings he had for her, and her feelings for him. Torturing this demon wouldn't bring Jake and the baby back, slicing him open wouldn't help her heal. Actually, Sam has been doing that ever since they met. Every moment spent with him, every memory he shared, every piece of his past spoke volumes of how many blows he and his brother took and he understood. He understood the need for vengeance and to make the bad guy pay for what he did.

But he also knew what her choice would be. He knew in the end she would just want it to be over, so that she could finally breath freely knowing he is gone for good, never going to come back. Then she could just close that chapter of her life and allow herself to move on.

Sam gave her the warmest, most reassuring smile she has ever seen and it made her feel all gooey and nice and she pulled that demon killing knife away from the demon's throat, making him give a sigh of relief. But then she swung it and plunged it into his chest with such force, Sam staggered. The demon's entire body flashed with a slight red color as he drew in air that was no longer of any use to his punctured lungs and then finally sagged into Sam's arms. Sam let the dead weight hit the floor, a part of him wishing he could have taken his time with the demon, but he knew this was best for Julia. And in the end, that's all that mattered.

If he was being honest, the whole thing was a bit dramatic for his liking, and Sam feared how her father will react to the things he just witnessed.

Albert Anderson was speechless.

He has seen his daughter in action, he has seen her shoot silver bullets into werewolves hearts, he has seen her vampires heads. He had seen her burn a freshly dug up body and he has seen her impersonate an FBI agent beautifully. But this... This was something deep, something meaningful to both him and her. And when she plunged that knife, when Albert figured out it was actually killing the demon... The relief alone was overwhelming.

But then Sam dropped the body and she watched it happen and then raised her eyes to him and smiled and came up to him and kissed him and Albert swallowed hard. She wasn't his little girl anymore, she hasn't been for a long long time. After Jake, he became even more protective of his Julia, and when the moment came, he wasn't able to protect her, to keep her safe. If it wasn't for Sam... Albert didn't even want to think what might have happened.

Sam Winchester was bad news. Sam Winchester was trouble. For the demons at least, if not for all other things. And maybe, him playing in the big leagues could get Julia hurt. But it could also teach her a few things Albert never could. Like he didn't teach her about demons before one came a knocking.

Maybe it was time he let her go.

So after picking up the phone and calling his friend at the crematorium, he motioned for Julia and Sam to help him stuff the body in some oversized garbage bad. He brought his white Nissan NV200 van that said "Al's flower shop" with big cheesy letters and flowers all around, opened the back door and with Sam's help, he threw the body inside.

"Didn't know you owned a flower shop." Sam said with a smile after they placed the body in the van, to be transported later that evening.

"It's a cover." Albert said with a frown, his voice not softening, not even a bit. Sam just an awkward smile and followed the man back inside the house. He could hear the man let out a sigh when he came face to face with Julia again and he just stared at her for a moment before announcing that dinner will be in half an hour and that they should wash up.

The dinner passed in complete silence aside from the clattering of the plates and cutlery and once everyone finished, Mr. Anderson took a deep breath, hands in front of himself and spoke, turning his attention to his daughter. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Julia just raised her eyes to him and with a serious expression nodded. They have apparently talked things over in Sam's absence. "Alright. I suppose I don't have to tell you to take care of her..." Mr. Anderson said looking over at Sam. The expression on his face alone said it all, and for a moment Sam thought he was being welcomed into 'the circle of trust'. The man had some serious Jack Byrns aura around him.

"Of course." Sam said and looked over at Julia. She was smiling at him, and for a brief moment, Sam thought that he might actually have that normal life he has always dreamed off. Maybe he won't be a lawyer, but an undercover florist and a hunter, and he might not have that nice house with the white picket fence, but an underground bunker. And Sam realized, with Juls there... It would be just as perfect.

While waiting for Julia to pack her bags, Sam and Julia's dad spoke, Sam explaining to him about the bunker and where they were going, inviting the man to come with them. Strangely, Mr. Anderson declined, saying... he trusted Sam? But Sam had no time to ponder over it as Julia chose that moment to reappear with her suitcase and they all walked out to Sam's car.

Julia hugged her father and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, and he smiled at her. In fact this was the first time Sam had seen the man smile. Naturally, when he turned to Sam, the smile quickly vanished.

"I will be seeing you around, Sam." Albert warned. Sam expected nothing less, of course the man would keep tabs on them and make sure his daughter was safe and sound. Still, the man extended his hand to him and Sam smiled just a bit. Shaking his hand, Sam nodded, saying his goodbyes and giving Albert the demon killing knife, which Albert reluctantly accepted.

They sat in the car and drove off. Sam listened to Julia speak of her father with some newfound enthusiasm and he reached and took her hand in his. A quick kiss left them both smiling and Sam settled back in his seat and focused on driving them back home. Home... Maybe it was time he redecorated that room of his.

Or just let Julia set it up as she liked it.

Sam didn't drop the smile, not even when he noticed a dark blue Toyota following them. He has seen the car in Albert's back yard and he knew it was her father, making sure they were headed where they said they were. And that was ok. Sam wouldn't have it any other way.


*"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." the first part of the original exorcism, Sam recited backwards.