"We've been around this school three times already!" Dean snapped, throwing his hands in the air. They had been looking around for a little over twenty minutes by now, and they haven't found any room remotely close to a choir room. They had also, somehow, wandered into the cafeteria three times from three different entrances. Dean was becoming very obviously frustrated. Sam managed to keep his cool, but it was evident in his face that he was over this as well. They should've asked Coach Sylvester for directions to the choir room. Instead, they're stuck in this mess, and it wasn't even that big of a school! "Is there a secret tunnel I'm not seeing or what? Guarantee both the angels and demons have gotten to this Rachel chick already!"

"Keep it down," Sam hissed. "Need I remind you that crazy coach seemed to have cameras everywhere. She could be listening to us right now."

"I'm sorry, let me keep us as cryptic as possible that we're here to kidnap some poor theater chick because her existence decides the fate of the world," Dean sarcastically remarked. Sam glared at him. "I'm callin' it, Sammy, I say we just find the principal's office like we planned and just get him to use the intercom thing-y that comes with all school offices and just call Rachel up there. We just work from there, right?"

"No, that's a bad idea," Sam said. "If the...if the guys from upstairs and downstairs are already here, putting her out on the spot like that will just make it easier for them to get to her. Let's just calm down for a second and decide how we're gonna do this. Maybe we should split up and cover more ground. Once one of us finds her, we just call the other, and we get our asses back to Kansas where we'll call Cas."

Dean glowered, but he nodded. That was better than nothing. One of them was bound to find Rachel Berry.

"Alright, I'll take this hall and the upstairs. You go that way," Sam pointed over Dean's shoulder. "And if you do find her, try not to freak her out. If she gets loud on what we're really doing here, odds are these people are gonna figure out something's wrong and it'll make what we have to do much harder. Got that?"

"Sure, Mom," Dean said sarcastically. "Call me if you find her instead."

"Alright," Sam said, turning down the opposite way and continuing his search.

Dean had peeked into several of the classrooms, only to be met with confused faces staring back at him, and none of them were Rachel Berry. He was looking for a choir room, that much was obvious. What did choir rooms include? Musical instruments, inspirational posters with old and dead musicians, maybe even some kind of inspirational band quote on the wall. He snorted, rolling his eyes. He prayed she wasn't as annoying as he was imagining her to be. The theater geeks he saw in media were either those that belted out their feelings or who cried far too much for far too long for the drama of it.

He passed by an open classroom, barely giving it a glance before doing a complete double take and running in.

This room was bigger than the others he had peeked in on. There was a giant piano in the middle of it, sitting directly across from a crowd of red chairs. Along the wall there was a big dry erase board with the word 'REGIONALS' written across it in black marker. Damn it! They missed it. How did they miss it? It wasn't like this classroom was difficult to find. He was about to take out his cellphone and call Sam to tell him when someone suddenly joined him.

It was a petite girl with caramel hair and dark eyes. She seemed a little overdressed for school, adorned in a light beige dress that had sequin accents along the hem and bottom. She had on a feather vest with a golden necklace glimmering across her chest. Her heels added a lot to her poor height, and her cellphone was the latest model. It wasn't Rachel Berry, unfortunately.

"Hello," she said, looking at Dean, quite impressed.

"Uh, hi," Dean said awkwardly. He calculated the risk, before muttering, "Christo."

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, um...actually, I'm looking for someone. I was told she'd be with a Mr. Shuester? The guy that runs the Glee club here? Rachel Berry's her name. Where can I find her?" Dean asked, giving her a crooked smile, hoping he could lean on the crutch of her finding him attractive to get the answers he desperately needed.

She deflated slightly, now understanding she wasn't the person on his mind. "Uh, yeah, rehearsals moved to the auditorium today for the coming home occasion. Everyone is just so excited to have her and Kurt Hummel back when nobody even really liked them when they actually went to school here."

Dean blinked, slightly surprised at the pettiness.

She smiled. "Sorry! I have self-diagnosed Asperger's Syndrome. I sometimes say things I really shouldn't. I actually just came back to the choir room because I managed to forget my purse. Hold on," she stepped around him and dashed toward the chairs, picking up a feathered purse that matched her vest; he hadn't noticed it before. She returned to him and held out her hand, grinning beautifully. "I can take you to her. I'm Sugar Motta, by the way."

"Uh, nice to meet you, Sugar," Dean chuckled, wondering if this entire school was made up of completely insane people. He took her hand, anyway, and he let her pull him in the direction of what he hoped was the school auditorium and not a janitor's closet. He was glad he was making better progress than Sammy. They'd be calling Castiel in the next few minutes with the good news that they had successfully got Rachel Berry with no bumps in the road.

Sam had made it to the second floor with little to no luck of even getting a glimpse of Rachel Berry. He hoped Dean was having better luck than he did. How hard was it to find a goddamn choir room? It made no sense. He was the only one in the corridor, other than some girl drinking from the water fountain. He sighed irritably, rubbing his temples. He was starting to get second thoughts about this. They were here to kidnap some poor, defenseless girl who was probably just excited to visit her hometown for spring break and help her old Glee club with...whatever the hell it was called. Regionals, he remembered.

He peeked into another classroom. It was definitely not a choir room, and the teacher was giving him an offhand glare that made him keep going.

With his thoughts to himself, he shoved his hands into his pockets, clamping down on his fake ID.

Nothing about this felt right. Castiel's obscurity on all of this already put him at edge. Kidnapping some girl from Ohio and taking her back to the bunker where they were meant to hold her captive until this all blew over was enough to keep him up at night. He hoped Rachel wouldn't be too angry, but he could see how he would be if he were in her shoes, and he definitely would not take it well.

Perhaps they could change her status somehow when she was in the bunker. Whatever she had that the demons wanted and the angels wanted to eradicate, maybe Castiel or Rowena could find a way to change it so she wouldn't be wanted any longer. Then they could wipe her memories and return her to her friends in either Ohio or New York. If only Castiel would just tell him what the hell she was wanted for if what his idea was even possible.

What would they even tell Rachel when they found her? Hey, sorry, but we have to put you in the back of our Impala and take you all the way to Kansas because, guess what! Angels and demons exist and you're now on their hit list. There was no good ending for that scenario. And, anyway, Sam had to force himself to be okay that they were taking Rachel from her family, her friends, and her livelihood. She was a college student, and she had to be taken away because her life was in danger.

Sam snorted slightly. Well, that was a bit of de ja vu.

Maybe she knew something she shouldn't. The demons might want that knowledge, and the angels may want to prevent the demons from knowing. But that was too simple a concept. Sam ventured deeper into his outrageous theories, all the while peeking into every door he could. Still, he came up with nothing.

Sam grunted. The girl who was drinking from the water fountain had suddenly bumped into him.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, not looking at him as she continued on her way.

"It's okay," Sam replied, brushing himself off as he continued walking. He felt significantly lighter, however, and patted his side. His gun.

He narrowed his eyes at the girl. There was no way... He quickened his pace, trying to catch up to her.

Sensing him, she whipped around with her hand raised, striking him across the chest and sending him several feet backward. He landed in a painful heap. Gathering his bearings, he looked up at her, mouth agape. She was smirking, tauntingly waving the gun with just her thumb and index finger. Her blue eyes suddenly went black, giving away her little secret.

"Oh, God damn it," he muttered.

Dean could hear the music coming from inside the auditorium when him and Sugar finally arrived. He didn't know why he was suddenly nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about. Sugar smiled at him before pulling open the double doors and descending down the carpeted staircase toward the stage at the bottom, which was quite impressive. Dean stood awkwardly at the top, looking around.

There was a giant group of kids standing on the stage, holding the final note to whatever song they were singing. None of them matched Rachel's description. Sugar joined them on the stage with a kick in her step, pulling aside one of the girls who Dean recognized as the cheerleader that checked him out earlier and whispered in her ear. She turned and looked up, licking her lips as she smiled.

"Mr. Shuester!" she called, her tone slick. "We've got company!"

Dean, at last, noticed a few more people that he hadn't before. Among the many seats that were meant to participate as an audience to whatever played on the stage there was a space made up of a big table and a microphone and a few rollaway chairs. That must be where the director or instructor would sit. There was a man there with two people beside him. Dean's face lit up. Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry was right there beside him, looking up at Dean, confused.

She had her hair straightened today and appeared to be wearing a yellow blouse with a black pencil skirt and dark pantyhose covering her legs. It was her, though. The same girl from both pictures that he saw. Dean grinned. He had her. Finally! This should not have taken as long as it did.

"Uh, can I help you?" the man in the middle asked. Dean assumed it was Mr. Shuester. He looked like an older Justin Timberlake wearing a vest and terrible khaki pants. Nevertheless, Dean smiled as nicely as he could.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah. I'm, um...Agent Burt Macklin. I am with the Ohio division. I'm actually here to speak with Rachel Berry, if that's okay." Dean said, keeping his voice steady, trying to hide his excitement. He was already reaching into his pocket, ready to dial for Sam.

Rachel looked surprised, turning and looking at the boy who sat on Mr. Shuester's other side. Dean barely realized it was the baby faced boy from the photo she had posted last night.

Before she could get up, Mr. Shuester put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her near him. "May I ask what this is in reference to? What did Rachel do?"

"Nothing, Shuester, I just need to ask her a couple of questions," Dean said, a little more firmer. The clock was ticking. He was not ready to play alpha complex with a goddamn high school teacher. He needed to call Sam already and tell him he had the girl. "Miss Berry, if you could please just step outside with me..." He gestured to the double doors he just entered through.

"It's fine, Mr. Shuester," Dean heard Rachel mumble. Due to the acoustics in the room, he could still hear very well. He could hear the entire conversation between Sugar and the blonde cheerleader, clearly in favor of his looks. He tried not to smirk as Rachel got out of her seat and began to maneuver through the chairs to get to him. Brushing off her skirt, she finally made it to the carpeted staircase and began her ascension, looking very apprehensive.

"Did something happen to my parents?" she asked, her tone already getting shaky.

"No, no, like I told your teacher, there is just a couple of things I have to ask you," Dean lied perfectly, putting a hand on her back and guiding her out. Everyone's eyes were on the two of them, but Dean couldn't care less. He got Rachel without any sort of roadblocks. He should text Sam to get the car ready. He hoped Rachel would give him her home address so they could pack a few of her things. Given that she lived in New York City, however, he wondered how much stuff was really left in her old home.

Once they got outside the auditorium, Dean could hear that the singing inside had resumed once more, practically unperturbed by the curious interruption.

"Alright, Mr. Macklin, is it? What do you want? I'm busy," Rachel snipped, now more frustrated.

"Okay...okay, um...well, you see..."

What the hell do I say? He had done it. Dean had completed the mission Cas had set out for him and Sam to take on. He had Rachel Berry, and all he had to do was get her out of this school safely, but now he was met with something probably even more impossibly hard. He racked his brain for any kind of excuse that would help get her out of here without her screaming her little head off that she was being kidnapped.

"You...you actually need to come with me and my partner. I didn't want to say anything that would have you alarm your friends in there, but...there is something wrong with your mom and dad."

Rachel blinked slowly, before clearing her throat. "My mom and dad. You mean Elphaba and Dillamond?"

Weird names...then again, weird kid. Makes sense.

"Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Berry are in some trouble right now, and we need you to come with us. I can just call my partner and he'll bring the car around front," Dean insists.

"You liar!" Rachel suddenly exclaimed, taking Dean aback.

"Uh, what?"

"Seriously, who are you and what do you want?" Rachel snaps, now furious.

"I just told you, your-"

"Yeah, if you were really some kind of agent wanting to talk to me you'd know I have two dads, Hiram and LeRoy, and my mother, Shelby Corcoran, is in New York with her baby, Beth."

Now it was Dean's turn to blink slowly. What the hell kind of family tree is that?

"Okay, look, I don't have a lot of time, kid, I just need you to come with me," Dean said quieter now, looking around to be sure they were alone. "You're in serious trouble. Me and my brother are just trying to make sure you don't get hurt."

Rachel's eyes narrowed. "Are you Brody's friends? Did he send you here to spy on me? He swore to me our contact would be negated after we broke up."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "What? No! I am seriously here to help you out, but I can't do that if you keep shouting and letting everyone know where we are! Now, I need you to come with me-"

"Don't touch me," she hissed, digging her hands into her skirt pockets. Wait, since when did skirts have pockets? Why do skirts need pockets? Ain't that what purses are for? She suddenly whipped out a hot pink pepper spray aiming it straight for his eyes. "Now, you need to leave or I will use this and contact the authorities."

"This wasn't in the job description," Dean mumbles, holding his hands up in defense. "Look, princess, your name is Rachel Berry. I know that much. You live in New York City with your friend(didn't bother to learn his name) and you're here on spring break to help the Glee club with regionals rehearsals."

Rachel's finger made its way to the little trigger.

Dean quickly shielded his eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Okay, alright! All of this sounds...pretty bad, I get it. Look, kid, you're in trouble. I was sent here with my brother to protect you. I just need you to come with me. Please."

Rachel paused. "Why am I in trouble?"

"I can't exactly explain it right now, especially with you pointing that crap at my face. I just need you to trust me, and I need you to come with me," Dean insists, "My name is Dean Winchester, okay? That's the truth. My brother, Sammy, is somewhere around here lookin' for you, too. And let me tell ya, we ain't the only ones. If the others find you, you're gonna wish you came with us. Understand that. C'mon, now." He beckoned to her, using one of his hands to continue to shield his eyes.

Rachel seemed to consider it for a moment. Then she walked incessantly forward, seemingly ready to pepper spray him. Thankfully, Dean was faster, and he intercepted it by ducking out of place and grabbing her wrist tightly, snatching the tiny pink thing from her hand.

"HE-"

He clapped a hand over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't! Seriously, you don't want to do that."

She looked terrified now, tears gathering in her eyes. But she remained still, frightened of what he was about to do to her. When he was sure she wouldn't scream out again, he removed his hand.

"I am telling you the truth. Please understand that, alright? I am here to help." Dean whispered, looking around to be sure they were still alone. "Everything will just make sense if you come with me right now."

"Please don't hurt me." Rachel whimpered, gripping her skirt tightly with her tiny fists.

"I won't hurt you, I promise, alright? Just come with me," Dean said, holding his hand out. "I can protect you."

Before Rachel could even consider it, the auditorium doors opened, and they were suddenly joined by the blue eyed boy that was sitting on Shuester's other side. He looked between Dean and Rachel, confused. However, upon seeing Rachel's petrified face, he seemed to harden, standing directly in front of her, practically shielding her from Dean.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly.

"I-I don't know," Rachel sputtered. "He's trying to take me, Kurt, says he's trying to protect me."

Dean rolled his eyes. Why couldn't things ever go according to plan? "I really am tryin' to protect her. Her life is in danger; I am here to keep her safe. Now...if you can get the hell out of my way-" Dean tried to move around him(Rachel said his name was Kurt), but he was stopped by Kurt putting a firm hand on his chest, a little rougher than the hunter had expected.

Kurt grinned, clenching a fist, bunching up Dean's suit as he yanked him forward so they were practically nose to nose.

"You know...I don't think that's gonna happen, Winchester," he whispered, his cerulean eyes immediately turning black, making Dean's blood run cold. Before he could throw him off, Kurt lifted him about a foot in the air and threw him across the corridor. Rachel screamed in surprise, covering her mouth in horror.

"Kurt, what the hell do you think you're doing? You didn't have to do that!" Rachel said, pulling at Kurt's shirt.

The male turned to Rachel, his eyes still giving away his true form. Rachel immediately released him and began backing away, opening her mouth to scream again, but Kurt planted a hand over her mouth, seemingly harsher than Dean had, since she whimpered slightly muffled into his palm.

"I have strict orders to get you back to the big guy," Kurt said. "Sorry I had to seek refuge in your...friend, but I figured this cover was better than Jade's. She's currently upstairs keeping Sam Winchester occupied."

Dean, who was slightly disoriented from the throw, immediately perked up at that. Sam was in trouble. He was about to get to his feet to come to his rescue, but he stopped short, remembering where he was and why he was there. This Kurt kid was, unfortunately, being possessed, and his captor had a hold on Rachel, precious cargo. Sam would have to fend for himself for just a moment.

"Hey, Nutcracker!" Dean called, reaching into his shirt pocket and fishing out his phone.

Kurt turned to him, still keeping a strong hold on Rachel, who seemed to be paling from the grip he had on her. Dean raised his phone above his head, the recording of Sam's exorcise chant ringing in the air. Kurt grunted, quickly releasing Rachel and marching towards him. Rachel gasped, falling to the ground and clutching her throat, struggling to regain her breath. Kurt was getting closer, but the deed was done. Just as he was within arm's reach of Dean, he yelped and pointed his face towards the ceiling, the putrid black smoke bleeding from his lips and disappearing into the ground below, back to hell from once it came. Kurt swayed for a moment, before falling. Dean caught him just in time.

"They're here," Dean said, chastising himself.

"I-I don't understand...I don't understand. I've gone insane. I've finally lost it," Rachel whispered, still clutching her throat. Tears stained her cheeks, telling Dean plainly she was not at all handling this well. Carefully setting Kurt on the tiled floor, he got to his feet and quickly approached Rachel. She crawled away from him, holding her hands out to stop him from getting any closer. "No! Stay back!"

"I just saved your ass. And, well, mine, too. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I already promised you that, Rachel. That...that wasn't your friend. Something was inside him, something that wanted to take you. You saw it for yourself." Dean said slowly, deciding slowly easing her into it was better than just beating around the bush like he had been trying to do.

"No, I don't know what I saw," Rachel cried, still keeping her hands up. "I-I just wanted to help the New Directions with rehearsal. I didn't want any of this. I don't know what's going on."

Dean knelt down beside her. "My name is Dean Winchester. My brother is Sam Winchester."

"Y-You told me that already."

"I know. But I'm not done yet. We're hunters. We take care of things like this all the time. What that was inside of your friend, it was a demon. A living and breathing demon. And there's another one here that's with my brother. We have to find them and send her back to hell, too. But I need you to be able to control yourself. I can't protect you if you're gonna scream and cry the whole time."

"You're insane, too," Rachel whispered.

Dean sighed. "This is gonna be a long day. Here..." He held his hand out, getting to his feet. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, letting him pull her to her feet. "I really am a hunter, okay? Demons, angels, the whole she-bang...monsters, ghosts, all the things you can think of...they're real. Unfortunately, for you, you got the top dogs wanting to take you, hence the black smoke that just came out of your friend."

"Oh, gosh, Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed, seeming to finally realize what has happened to her friend. She stepped around Dean and raced toward her fallen companion, turning him over so she could see his face. She cupped it between her hands, gently shaking him. "Is...is he..."

"No, he's still breathing. The demon didn't damage the vessel, thank God."

Rachel looked up at him incredulously. "You seriously believe the words you're saying."

"Uh, yeah...because they're true," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Demons do exist, Rachel. I literally just proved it to you."

Kurt finally began to stir, intervening with their very much needed conversation. Rachel gasped, lifting Kurt's face higher. Dean could see she was staring at his eyes, waiting to see if they'd be the same black they were before. Kurt mumbled before finally opening them; they were blue again. Rachel sighed in relief, pulling him into a tight hug.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked, pushing her away. He looked around, eyebrows knitted together. "When the hell did we get here?" He looked up, finally seeing Dean. "Who the hell is he?"

"Kurt...Kurt, I need you to tell me what's the last thing you remember?" Rachel asked, completely disregarding all of his questions.

Kurt blinked. "I remember going to bed last night...and then...am I dreaming?"

Rachel licked her lips, searching his face. She was trying to see if he was lying. When she sensed, at last, that he was telling the truth, she got to her feet, looking at Dean.

"You seriously need to explain everything."

"I already have," Dean said, tired of this going in circles.

"Do it again."

Sam was hiding in the girls' bathroom, keeping in one of the stalls. He had just managed to punch the demon thrice in the face before coming into the only room he could think of. He had his cellphone out, ready to play the recording of his exorcism spell, but at the moment, he was really just trying to keep her attention on him, lest he want her to suddenly find Rachel and disappear completely.

"I am so gonna kill Cas," he whispered under his breath, keeping the phone at the ready. Just then, he heard the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. They were slow, cautious, as though they were trying to decipher the smallest of sounds. Sam was silent, his finger slipping toward the tiny play button on the screen.

"Sammy?"

"Dean," Sam replied, relieved. He immediately unlocked the stall door and stepped out, only to be met with the sight of his elder brother, looking quite disheveled. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Black eyed bitch possessed Rachel Berry's friend. I only just managed to get him the hell out. You?"

"I don't know where she went," Sam admitted. He paused. "Wait...a demon possessed Rachel Berry's friend? Where is she? Is he okay?"

Dean smiled, beckoning Sam toward the door that led out into the hallway.

Sam was met with two people he absolutely did not expect. The soft-faced boy with blue eyes was leaning on the lockers, looking downright miserable. Rachel Berry was right beside him, trying to comfort him with hushed words, but she seemed just as terrified, rubbing his arm.

Sam turned to Dean. "I guess they're here, and who knows how many there are? I thought Cas said he was going to hold them all back long enough for us to get Rachel."

"Some of them might've slipped through. He is one guy, can't blame him. But we have Rachel, and she's safe. We just need to hightail it to her humble abode, get her enough clothes to keep her satisfied, and get the hell back to the bunker before anymore mishaps. I doubt the phone recording will do justice a second time."

Sam chuckled sarcastically, showing Dean his phone screen. "I guess great minds think alike." He switched it off and shoved it back into his pocket. He cleared his throat, straightening his tie, before approaching the two. The boy saw him first, and he stiffened up, trying to back away. Unfortunately, he was already as far as he could go. Seeing his demeanor change, Rachel turned to him and looked very surprised, her eyes trailing up until she could finally meet his eyes. Sam didn't realize how short she was; the Instagram photo did little to help.

"Uh, hi," he greeted, smiling as kindly as he could. "Uh, I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."

"Rachel Berry, though I'm sure you're already aware of that," Rachel said, shaking his hand. "Dean...he says you guys are hunters. You two...hunt the impossible. Not like deer or...or bunnies. But monsters, demons." Rachel searched his face; Sam got a sense she was trying to see if he was lying, playing a prank on her even. Sam gave no indication he was lying at all.

In fact, he answered her verbally, "We are. We have. Dean tells me your friend was possessed." He turned to the boy. "How are you feeling?"

The boy crossed his arms, still looking grim. He glanced toward Rachel before looking back up at him. "I have no idea what the hell's going on. My head is screaming, and...I just want to get back to New York. I can't believe this is actually happening. Rachel, I can't believe you're listening to anything these psychos have to say."

Rachel looked offended. "I'm not believing anything, I just...how else am I going to explain what happened to you? You weren't yourself. You were somehow...inhumanly strong. Your eyes were black...something came out of you when he played that weird recording. Something like that, Kurt, it doesn't make sense. In fact, none of this does." Rachel sighed, pushing herself up against the lockers and running her hands down her face.

'Kurt' looked up at Dean and Sam, slightly angry. "Why do you need Rachel? You said it was to protect her? Protect her from what? These...things?"

Sam nodded. Dean was focused on Rachel, his eyes narrowing as the pupils went in and out of focus, indicating he was lost in thought. "We...we aren't exactly sure why, but we do know if they or the others get ahold of her, it's not gonna end well for anyone. She has something they want, and they will do whatever it takes to make it happen."

Rachel looked up at him, befuddled. "I don't know anything, I swear. There's nothing on me they need. Can't I just tell them that?"

"Oh, yeah, because they seemed so reasonable!" Dean said sarcastically. Rachel glared at him. "You saw one for yourself, Princess. You know and I know whatever they want, they're going to take by force. It's not information or something you can just pull out of a Google search. But I do know if they get ahold of you, they'll take it. The world'll be in ruins. And if the angels take you-"

"Angels?" Kurt cut him off. "F-First, demons and now angels?"

"I told you it all exists," Dean scoffed. "And, as I was saying, if the angels get to you before the demons, they'll kill you without a second thought just to prevent them from getting what they want off of you."

Rachel laughed bitterly. "So what do we do? What is the plan here, if you even have one?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"Oh, this'll be good," Kurt mumbled.

"We...need you...to come with us. We can keep you safe," Sam said slowly, trying to keep the energy as mellow as possible, lest Rachel suddenly be inspired to scream. Although, from what Sam's learned that she's seen, that won't be likely. Hopefully, after this whole demon mishap, she'd be yearning to get into their Impala where she understands she won't be killed.

"You're both insane," Rachel said at last, making Sam slouch in disappointment. "All of this, all of this is just some kind of prank."

"How do you explain what happened to Kurt, then?"

Kurt bit his cheek. "He's got a point there, Rach. Even I don't know what the hell happened there."

Rachel shook her head. "I didn't ask for this."

"Nobody did. Look, kid, we aren't here as a prank. All of this? All of this is alarmingly serious. All of the things you feared were hiding under your bed, in your closet, on the movies you grew up watching, it all exists. They're very real. Demons and angels, unfortunately, happen to be on their merry way to take you. I think you'd find yourself feeling much safer with me and my brother."

Rachel shifted her weight from her right to her left. She looked away, trying to gather her bearings.

"I'm a theater student. I sing for a living. It is everything I've ever wanted. Save for Sunshine Corazon, I haven't hurt anyone in my entire life. I-I don't deserve this. Do I?" she asked, turning to Kurt. Sam could see tears gathering in her brown eyes. He felt sympathy. "How is any of this possible?"

Kurt didn't have an answer.

"Rachel, please," Sam insisted quietly. "If we're going to do this without another altercation, we need to leave now. We can stop by your family home, get enough things for you to stay comfortable, and we can get you to the safety of the Men of Letters bunker."

Rachel seemed confused. "The what bunker?"

"It's a long story, something I'll happily tell you once you come with us. Or..." He paused, straightening up with his hands on his hips as he looked to Dean. Dean nodded, seemingly understanding his mental suggestion. "We throw you over our shoulder and drag you out of here. Take your pick."

Rachel scoffed, looking affronted. "Excuse me?"

"Like it or not, Princess, for the thousandth time now, I'm tellin' you if they get ahold of you, it ends with you dead. If the demons, who are already in this damned school, get to you first, it means serious trouble." Dean grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're wastin' time here. We're about to make the choice for you. Either way, your perky ass is gettin' thrown to the back of my car. That came out wrong."

"Yeah, it did," Sam agreed.

"It really did," Kurt added.

"What about Kurt? My family? My school, my friends? What happens?" Rachel asked.

"This is bigger than them," Sam said, feeling so hypocritical. Jesus, all of this was just giving him flashes of every time Dean or Bobby's thrown that in his face when he tried to sway himself away from the life; Sam remembered feeling so angry, so frustrated. Yet, here he was doing it to poor Rachel Berry, who was being thrust into this life without so much as a warning. "What's it gonna be?"

Rachel was quiet, though not out of spite. She actually seemed to be considering their words, much to Sam and Dean's relief. Unfortunately, Kurt did not feel the same way.

"Rachel, you can't be serious," he said, breathless.

"Like you're not considering it?" Rachel asked. "Kurt, I saw...something come out of you. It wasn't human. You weren't yourself. And if what they're saying is true...that wasn't the only one. There could be more. I don't think I can handle it."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "You're out of your mind. Did you hit your head or something? Have you forgotten about everything you've done to get into NYADA? And wh-what about me, am I just supposed to go to New York by myself? What do I tell everyone? Mr. Shuester? Your dads? Rachel, you're talking crazy. I'm literally getting flashbacks of sophomore year."

"Kurt, be serious."

"I am being serious. Rachel...this is all just too much too fast. Last night, you were going on and on about how excited you were to help the New Directions, how all of this was perfect ammo to help you with your performance in front of Miss July when we get back to New York. Whatever this is, how do you know any of it's true?"

"Because we say it is," Dean interrupted, getting in between them. "I ain't gonna say it again. You've unfortunately had to see behind the curtain. What you should want for your friend is for her to be safe. And her safety can only happen with me and Sam. She's safer in Kansas at the bunker. And I promise when this all blows over...she'll return to you good as new. Better, in fact."

Kurt glared at him. "I don't trust you. Either of you." He looked around Dean to glare at Sam. "What do you gain from all this, aside from saving the world, so to speak, because apparently Rachel Berry's life depends on it." He glanced at his comrade. "This must be so good for your ego."

Rachel glowered.

"Aside from helping out a friend, we don't want her to die either. Or whoever her death affects." Dean answered. "Now...Rachel, we need to get going."

"No," Kurt said, stepping between them.

"Kid, don't make me move you myself."

"Do it and I'll call Coach Sylv-"

"Well, well, well," a voice coyly cut in, making all of them turn in surprise. Sam paled. It was the same girl from earlier, "Looks like it's a party! Sam and Dean Winchester and...leftovers from my idiot brother."

"You must be Jade," Dean said, stepping protectively in front of Kurt and Rachel.

"Oh, don't bother hiding the merchandise, Dean, I'll be walking out of here with her hair in my fist in no time." 'Jade' smirked. Her eyes faded to black. Sam heard Kurt and Rachel gasp.

"There it is again," Rachel whispered.

"Your mistake was not bringing back up," Sam quipped, reaching for his pocket to grab his phone again.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Jade chirped, suddenly grabbing him by the tie and slamming him into the lockers, lifting him about a foot in the air. "None of that, please! The only way I'm going back home is if I got Rachel Berry on a silver platter! Now, give me her and..." She looked past Dean and narrowed her eyes. "Where is Rachel Berry?"

Dean whipped around. Rachel and Kurt were gone. He searched the hall helplessly until they landed on the archway to the staircase leading back downstairs. Kurt's eyes widened, seeing that he was discovered.

"Go, go, go!" he hissed to what Dean presumed to be Rachel. And they were gone. Jade growled angrily, throwing Sam carelessly behind her.

Dean turned to her, shaking his shoulders, ready for a brawl.

"Let's do this."