Dean talks to people in his head while he fights the monsters in Purgatory.

"Nice follow-through son!" John crows.

"Thanks Dad."

Bobby sighs, "How many times have I told you? When you're fighting multiple monsters, don't lower your blade!"

"Don't yell at me Bobby, I've been on my feet and swinging for a week!"

"And that one time you lower your blade, it's all over." Rufus confirms.

"The criticism is not really helping, gentlemen. It's not a question of technique or skill, he's simply running out of steam." Pastor Jim adds.

"All of you need to shut the fuck up and let me concentrate!" Dean snarls. He raises his obsidian axe to his shoulder almost like a baseball bat. Back-to-back with Cas, he concentrates on the three vamps in front of him. "Come on, what the fuck are you waiting for!?"

The one on the right feigns a move as the vamp on his left surges forward. Dean grins and ignores the shift while moving to meet the real attack. At the last second he drops to one knee, slicing the vamp down low. The creature drops; he can still bite, but he's not going to attack again without his right leg. The one on the left, deprived of his target, stumbles. Dean pops back up and, since he's so conveniently bent over, beheads the guy.

In a move he's now had close to a month to perfect, Dean continues his swing, angling his blade to horizontal, and then up at about an eighty-degree angle to take off the other vamp's head.

"Huh. Look at that. It's two for one day in Purgatory." Sam chimes in. Dean grins, but doesn't turn around. That way it will feel like Sam's really there.

Castiel has trained himself to ignore Dean's voice unless his human friend actually says his name. He doesn't think Dean is insane (yet), he's just found a unique way to cope with the 24/7 murder and mayhem. Besides, it matters little in this place. The question is not if they are going to die, but when. He hopes it's not the Leviathans that get him, because they might figure out a way to use his grace to get back out of purgatory. If he didn't need to protect Dean, he'd just let one of the thousands of other creatures send him to the big sleep. It's more than he deserves.

But he must keep Dean alive. He is certain that Sam is spending every waking moment trying to get Dean back. He ignores the traitor voice that whispers how Sam might think they're just dead and Dean is in heaven where doesn't realize he's just reliving memories, and Cas is in the empty and CAN'T hear Sam's prayers. As time passes, that voice is getting louder and more frequent, which makes it harder to ignore.

He uses the anger this thought engenders to smite several werewolves who have allied with the vampires. Word is getting around that the Dean Winchester who sent so many of them to purgatory is here with them and the attacks are becoming more frequent, coordinated, and from larger groups. So far, the thing that's keeping them alive is winning. An angel and a human who fight off seven or eight attackers at a time make monsters think twice about taking them on.

"Dean! Are there more coming from your side?"

"No, I'm clear." He pivots to take out another werewolf coming on Cas's left.

It's a good thing that this attack wave seems to be over, because in the next instant, a double-voice reverberating through Cas's skull drives him to his knees.

"CASTIEL! Angel of the Lord, our guardian and guide, to whom HIS love entrusts us here, ever this day be at our side to light and guard us.

CASTIEL! Your love for God and Charity for His creatures, makes you worthy! Come to EARTH, with your miraculous powers. We implore you to bring with you DEAN WINCHESTER! O gentle and loving Castiel, whose heart is ever full of human sympathy, and the gratitude of our hearts will ever be yours.

SO MOTE IT BE!"

Dean stands by his side, demanding to know what is wrong, but Cas hears nothing but voices. It is a summoning such as he has never felt, and cannot ignore. He stands and wraps his arms around Dean.

"Hold on!" He shouts, "This is going to be much worse than time traveling!"

He's gotten used to flying with Cas. Sometimes, the only way to survive in monster Valhalla is to retreat. It's just pure, blind luck that the last five days have held nothing more than minor skirmishes. Not only has the angel not flown, there's been no need to use his power to smite either. So when the call comes in, he's able to respond.

It is WAY worse than time travel. Dean thinks he's got one over on Captain Kirk and his buddies; he knows what it feels like to have his molecules torn apart and put back together…for real. Once he's all in one piece again, it's like his lungs don't know how to take in oxygen, his heart doesn't know how to pump blood, and his brain doesn't know up from down.

His empty stomach tries to heave, and his eyes try to suck back into his head from the brightness of the sky. One of the voices he's been listening to snark at him for a month resolves into an actual person, and rescues him from oblivion.

"Dean!" Sam bellows from inches away. A giant fist pounds the center of his chest, and his confused heart remembers it's purpose and lurches back to a regular rhythm. He sucks in a massive breath through both mouth and nose to be rewarded with both oxygen and the scent of cotton flannel, aftershave, coffee, and high-quality hair care products. He lets one eye open to a slit and the brown, beige, blue blob resolves into his baby brother.

"Sammy?" Dean croaks out before his overtaxed brain shuts down his consciousness.

When next Dean opens his eyes, the light is thankfully dimmer. While his sight adjusts, he evaluates the input from his other senses. His head is in someone's lap, but it's not Sam's. This person is softer. He smells a faint perfume instead of aftershave, but that old book smell is still present. No way this is his brother.

He scrambles to his feet, takes a few steps away, and pulls the knife he keeps in his jacket.

"Who the fuck are…" His voice trails off as he gets his first good look at her face.

"Dean, dude, seriously, it's me, it's-"

"B." He finishes. This feels exactly like when that douche Zachariah brought him back to himself from corporate hell. One minute he was looking forward to no more quarterly reports (but no more reliable health insurance), and the next he was starving and wondering where Sam was. Now he's preparing to fight the latest evil creep in purgatory, but the sight of her face stops that cold.

"You were outside, and Sam was going up to meet you and I knew he was going to propose, and I was so damn proud…"

She chokes, "You were? Oh Dean!" Before he can say anything else she rushes forward and wraps her arms around him, sobbing into his shirt. He lets the knife drop and wraps his arms around her. It feels fucking awesome. He doesn't say anything, just turns his head so he can press a kiss to her forehead.

"Didn't realize how much I missed you until this moment." She grins up at him, the tears make her face all blotchy and the whites of her eyes are red, but her smile is bright and just the same, full of joy.

The crunch of gravel has him pushing her away and down before he spins and grabs up his knife in one fluid motion. At the same time he orders B to stay down, he focuses on the potential threat but it's Sam, who, looking shocked, says, "Dean?"

He blinks, and straightens up, still somewhat tense, as he looks Sam over before turning his head left and right, truly taking in his surroundings. Turning back to Sam he swallows, "Hill above the bunker?"

"Yep." Sam confirms.

Dean slowly puts the knife away while he takes in Sam and B's grins. "Smug nerds."

Someone's missing though. He looks around, "Where's Cas?"

"I carried him down to the bunker while B stayed with you. You were unconscious, he was actively spitting up blood."

"Like after he took us to see Mom and Dad?"

"That's what it looks like. Hopefully it's the same and not worse. Apparently our prayer/summoning was stronger than we thought.

"Does he look like he'll be alright?"

"I couldn't tell you, but he thinks so. Now that he has full access to Heaven's power again he thinks he can heal himself." Sam twitches a little, and Dean recognizes Sam's expression right away. The almost wobbly chin, the flaring nostrils, the trembling lips, and the too-wide eyes trying not to cry are classic 'Sam desperately relieved/not quite believing Dean's alive/safe/real'. It's the same face he's made since he knew monsters were real and he had to wait for Dean and their dad to come back from a hunt. He's seen it on grown-up Sam's face after Gabriel killed him hundreds of times, or when Dean came out of the room after making the new deal with Lilith.

Without a word, Dean opens his arms and Sam rushes him, throwing those giant gorilla arms around him. It's better than all the other times it's happened.

I stay on my knees and try not to make a sound. This is their moment, and I don't want to interfere. Sam leans into Dean and closes his eyes in relief. I can see how Dean's arms are tight around Sam - holding him up in a way only big brother can. When they release each other enough to hold on but look at each other, I'm expecting a profession of love or thanks, but it's them, so that's not what I get…

"Wow Dean, I never imagined anything could smell worse than a skunk ape, but you managed it." Dean's mouth falls open, but then he smiles fondly.

"At least I don't smell like I've been trying to have sex in every room in the bunker."

Before Sam can do more than make an indignant squawk I chime in, "Speaking of that, Dean, your bed is really comfy."

They look at me in surprise and then Sam lets a snicker out, Dean sputters, and we all just dissolve.

Every time Castiel thinks he understands something of humanity, the Winchesters throw him another curve ball. While he realizes that humans are capable of a variety of forms of love, this new dynamic has him wishing for a textbook or user's manual. He knows that Dean and Sam love each other as siblings. That entails a combination of affection, a drive to protect and care for each other, and an intimate knowledge of each other that engenders both fondness and annoyance. Further, he understands that Sam and B love each other romantically. This is physical attraction, mutual interest, and in their case, a cupid mark that wasn't really necessary. He has always suspected that some cupids have an overdeveloped sense of humor, and tend to shoot their arrows at couples when the whim takes them. He's certain that if they'd encountered each other after God made them forget, they'd have fallen for each other all over again.

The affection between Dean and B is what throws him for a loop. Dean tends to adopt people into his family much like a large planet will add moons or asteroids into its orbit. When they met Kevin Dean questioned having a prophet along, then accepted the fact and added Kevin to their gang (Cas has not yet worked up the courage to ask where Kevin is, let alone Meg). So when he finds B alone in the kitchen one afternoon, he can no longer contain his curiosity.

He decides not to ask his questions directly. In his experience, humans respond more readily when questioned in a more circumspect manner.

"Hello Ms. Crawford."

She blinks in surprise, then smiles, "Hey. You know, you don't have to be so formal with me. B is fine. Also, as we're the only two in the room, names are unnecessary." Instead of feeling self-conscious at the amusement on her face, Cas himself is amused. She manages to communicate affection when she teases. Instead of embarrassing him, it makes him feel as though they're sharing an inside joke.

He shakes his head. "I was going to ask you a series of questions that would provide an explanation of your relationship with Dean, but I think I might already understand where his affection for you comes from."

"Uh…" She stares at him for a moment and then laughs, "Do you realize how little sense that statement made?" She looks at his face and then laughs harder. "Y-you're standing there dressed like Columbo, telling me you were going to question me about the nature of my relationship with Dean, but you suddenly don't need to question me?" She snorts and then pats the table across from her. "Sit Castiel, I'll tell you whatever you'd like to know."

He takes the seat with some trepidation, given her reaction, but she pats one of his hands. "I'm sorry for laughing, that was rude. You're just not what I expected."

"That is a frequent reaction of humans to my appearance."

"Yeah, I'll bet. So, what can I tell you about Dean? Are you concerned that I'm playing with his affections?"

"No! Of course not." He sighs, "I have been confused by your ease with each other, but just now, you were amused by my formal greeting, yet I did not feel embarrassed by your amusement. That is not what I normally experience with humans, not even Dean or Sam."

"Ah! Yes, I'm sure Dean teases you a lot, and it's none too gentle. It doesn't matter that you're an angel, you're a guy. All his relationships with men have been with other hunters or his father and brother. Teasing between siblings is pretty brutal. My little sister and I love each other very much, but I'd never be as harsh in my teasing with anyone else the way I am with my sister. Dean sees you as another brother. That means he loves you unconditionally, and he can relax around you and be himself; he doesn't have to police what he says because he trusts you'll know he's teasing."

"Yes, that has been my experience. Why then is he so much gentler with you?"

"Hmmm, well, I think it's because he didn't grow up with any female relatives. The only way he's learned to relate to women is through sexual encounters, or a couple of mother figures, so he's decided I'm a little sister. Also, Sam loves me, and anything Sam wants, Dean wants for him. He doesn't want to be any part of the reason I'd leave Sam."

"That all seems to fit, except you also seem to enjoy each other's company"

She nods. "He's Dean. I don't know if you've noticed, but he's wonderful. He's funny, sweet, thoughtful, and MUCH smarter than most people think he is." A quick flash of anger slides behind her eyes, and Cas hopes never to have that banked fury directed at him. "I think there are still monsters for he and Sam to hunt because the monsters are too stupid to realize that Dean, the supposedly dumb brute of the two of them thinks faster on his feet than anyone I've ever known or heard of."

Cas nods, "He was supposed to go to hell. I was supposed to lead the garrison of Heaven to rescue him."

"You know that for certain?"

"Yes. Zachariah told me that. Instead, the demons found Sam and Dean's younger half-brother. Even without all the training it still took them months to break Adam."

"Dean would have held out even longer."

"That is likely. Instead, someone else freed Adam, and I became Dean and Sam's guardian and advisor. Dean taught me to value free will over destiny, doing what is right rather than what I am told."

"And that's what's gotten you into trouble ever since." She tilts her head and grins at him, and Cas is more than a little surprised to feel the same stirring of feelings that he developed for Dean, then Sam, and later Kevin while fighting the apocalypse and the Leviathans.

He looks down, disconcerted, then looks up through his lashes and her eyes widen. She throws her head back and laughs just as Dean walks in the room.

Dean smiles, looking back and forth between them, then narrows his eyes. "What's going on with you two?"

"Did you two assholes teach this guy how to do the puppy dog eyes flirt thing, or did he just know how to do it when you met him?" Dean looks at Cas and Cas keeps his head down and turns his gaze to Dean. When Dean's mouth falls open, the room rocks with B's laughter, and Castiel, sort-of angel of the lord, understands why these humans love each other.

With Cas and Dean both physically recovered (it's going to take months before Dean stops jumping at every noise), we have our first sit-down dinner together and the guys share stories of their adventures while I was away. I'm relieved to discover it wasn't all a nightmare.

Sam all but drags me out of the kitchen after dinner. Now that Dean is safe and we don't have to spend every waking moment trying to save him, we take our time making love.

"Wow," I say, collapsing on his chest. "I had no idea you were so into the slow burn."

"I thought you enjoyed that. Weren't you tired of the 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am we've been doing?"

"Nowhere in that statement did I say I didn't enjoy myself. Although even the quickies are good with you."

"Yeah?"

"Totally. I just never thought that edging was your thing. Good job, though. Usually, once I'm in the pipeline there's no stopping me from taking the plunge."

He laughs and shifts me until we're nose to nose so he can kiss me. Rolling mid-kiss, he lays me on my back and works his way down to my neck. After he gives me what I'm sure will be a spectacular hickey, he moves on to my boobs to play with my nipples. "Now that I know I can delay you, I'm going for multiples. How many times have you come in one night?"

"What, you're serious? I have no idea…three maybe?" His slow, evil smile makes me a bit nervous.

"Is that all? Pfft, we're going to beat that record easily."

Much to my delight, we do.

Sam's alarm goes off promptly at 5:30. He bounces out of bed and shrugs into his running clothes. Bending to kiss me, He smiles against my cheek, "Are you going back to sleep Baby, or are you gonna go have coffee with Dean?"

"I'm gonna sleep some more, he won't be up yet."

He straightens and pats me on the butt, "Fair enough. I'll see you in a while and…"

Anything else he says fades into a soft buzz because I'm only half awake. But as I sink into the pillows my bladder decides that since I'm mostly awake a visit to the head is in order. When I stand, my stomach lurches, and I have to run down the hall to the bathroom. I make it just in time to empty the minor contents of my stomach into the toilet. What the fuck!? I think to myself as I lean over the sink to spit and rinse. I feel fine what the fuck did I eat last night? We all ate the same thing. I open my drawer to pull out toothpaste and my toothbrush and sitting next to them are my pills. Not allergy pills…those pills.

"Oh holy shit!"

When Sam comes back from his run B is not in bed where he left her. Instead he finds her alone in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking mildly disgruntled.

"I thought you were going back to sleep?" He gets his own coffee and joins her at the table.

"Yeah Me Too! My bladder had other ideas."

He chuckles, "Been there. Since you're awake, care to join me in the shower? "

She perks up, "Absolutely. But only if we can have sex too."

When we get back to the kitchen Dean's awake and making breakfast. "Ah there they are, Reeking of love! " He chuckles.

Sam squeezes my hand and takes a seat. "Jealous much Dean?"

"Not in the slightest!" Dean says, "I love that you guys are having fun." I can see that he means it. Like my mom meeting my sister's first boyfriend in college. He was cute and smart and obviously loved my sister. My mom was thrilled and proud. Dean's wearing the same expression, and I'm filled with a warm burst of love for them both.

When a pause occurs in the conversation, I open my mouth to tell them about my little accident this morning, but before I can speak a phone starts ringing in the distance.

"Whose phone is that?" I ask instead.

"It's mine." Sam says and dashes from the room. Dean and I jump up and race after him, but we are no match for his long legs and runners stride. When we catch up to him he's already answered the phone, and another voice is speaking. It's loud, but not enough to hear well and he switches it to speaker so we can all hear the other person.

"Sam? Thank God! I thought maybe Crowley had done something to you too. Was thinking he just had you stashed somewhere that I didn't know about."

"No, he left me there. I've been looking for Dean and Cas."

"Why were you looking for Dean and Cas? I thought they were dead. Roman exploded and killed them, right?"

"No, uh, here." Sam nods to Dean.

"Hey Kevin." Dean says, winking at me.

"Oh my God!" Kevin shouts, "Dean you're alive!"

"Yeah Kevin, Sam and his uh, friend here got Cas and me out"

"What the fuck happened to you?! You stuck the weapon in Roman's neck, he pulsed a couple of times, and then he was gone and you two with him!"

"Yeah, well, turns out, you stand too close to exploding dick, it sends your ass straight to Purgatory." Dean grins at his joke while Sam and I try not to let the eyerolls knock us off our feet. The lack of laughter has never bothered Dean, and it doesn't now. "So Crowley kidnapped you? You must have escaped, or you wouldn't be calling us."

"I did. Turns out there's a demon tablet and he needs me to translate it. So I did, just not any part that would be useful to him."

The three of us share a grin. Castiel arrives just in time to miss that joke.

"Atta boy! Out-smarted the king of hell!" Dean crows. "Where are you?"

"Centerville, Michigan." Kevin answers. "Can you come and get me ? I don't know how long I have until Crowley figures out where I've gone."

"Where IS Crowley?" Sam asks.

"On a goat farm in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. I told him the demon tablet showed a hell gate there. I was supposed to do the spell in another town, and he could be there to welcome his people when they came through." Kevin chuckles. "Instead, I used the actual spell I found that blows up demons."

"Oh my God!" Sam collapses on the bed. "Crowley is going to shit himself. Kevin, you are my hero!"

Castiel, who is working overtime to keep his expression neutral, asks, "What do you mean demon tablet though?"

"Yeah." Kevin says, "Apparently there's not just a monster tablet."

"Ok. Kevin, where exactly in Centerville are you?" Castiel adds.

"An abandoned church on X Ave & Y Street. Why?"

"Say my name Kevin."

"What!? "Kevin asks, as we all look at the angel in confusion.

Cas grimaces, "Say my name!"

"Castiel! Castiel!" Kevin shouts hurriedly.

Castiel disappears in a fluttering sound of wings. Dean whispers to Sam out of the side of his mouth, "Say my name bitch!"

I snort at Dean even as Sam hides a smile behind his hand.

Before I can think of a witty comeback, Castiel's back with his arms around a small teenage Asian man. The kid's about 17 and wearing 'kind of' a suit that doesn't quite fit. In his arms, he's clutching what looks like a smaller version of The Rosetta Stone only made of clay.

"Hey Kevin." Dean and Sam chorus together.

"Hey guys." Kevin says before his eyes roll back and he goes Boneless in Castiel's arms.

Kevin returns to consciousness in less than a minute and we lead him out to the library. Dean slips out to the kitchen and comes back not with coffee but with beers.

He looks at me, eyebrows raised, like I might object..

"Don't look at me for judgement Dean Winchester. I'm the cool auntie. I don't care if you give the kid a beer. He just escaped from demons, left the king of hell alone on a goat farm, and then got carried here by an angel. I'd say he earned it."

Dean and Sam make their smile/frown and nod while Castiel rolls his eyes.

Kevin looks around at all of us confused before turning to me. "And who are you?

Sam speaks up, "Kevin this is my girlfriend B. She and I got Dean and Cas out of purgatory together.

"B Crawford." I hold out my hand.

Kevin reaches for my hand, but then his eyes go wide "B Crawford!? Not the one that works for the Smithsonian? The one who wrote that paper about finding art fraud without a lab?"

I blink in surprise, "Yeah that's me. How did you know that?"

"We read your paper for an AP class. You're a star!"

"Man and I thought your nerdiness knew no bounds!" Dean says to Sam.

Sam gives Dean classic bitch face number seven, "Wow Dean, just wow."

Dean shrugs, "So Kevin, new God rock, interesting, what's this one about?"

Kevin grins like an excited puppy. "You mean besides telling us how to blow-up demons? It also has instructions for closing the gates of hell!" We all look at each other in surprise and Dean slaps Kevin on the back

"Way to go kid!" Dean laughs in triumph; how do we do that?"

"It's a series of trials like the labors of Hercules." Kevin looks less enthusiastic.

Sam furrows his brows in that dramatic pattern only he can achieve. I make a mental note to train him out of it before it becomes permanent. "Trials? What does that entail?"

"I haven't had a chance to translate any further than that there are trials.." Kevin shrugs," I was a little busy dodging Crowley and his minions."

"What about Meg?" Castiel asks. "Did you see where Crowley is keeping her?"

"No, But I heard the demons whispering. They were wondering why Crowley wasn't torturing her personally since he hates her so much. Then they started whining about him being obsessed with tablets…have you ever noticed demons complain a lot?"

"Oh believe me we've noticed." Dean nods. "The most awful humans you can imagine are the ones who become demons, so along with loving torture and mayhem, they're whiney assholes."

"So you didn't see her?" Cas reiterates.

"No, I'm sorry, that's everything I know." The angel hmmms in thought.

"Don't worry Cas, we'll get her back." Dean squeezes the angel's shoulder. I look at Sam for an explanation, raising an eyebrow, but he's looking away, clearing thinking hard.

"If the demons said Crowley was having Meg tortured, then complained about tablets in the next breath, they must be connected." Sam pulls at his lower lip, then looks at Castiel. "We know there's a monster tablet and a demon tablet, could there be others?"

"Yes, of course. If God wanted to leave notes on how to deal with monsters and demons, I can't think why he wouldn't leave a tablet about angels." He looks thoughtful for a moment, "But what would that have to do with Meg?"

"Meg knows about a lot of lore. She's old and powerful. Azazel said she was his daughter." Dean adds.

"Wait, a demon named Meg?" I ask.

"Well, not technically, that was the name of her original meatsuit."

"Her original meatsuit? So she has another?"

Cas nods. "Yes. She possessed someone new after Lucifer got out of hell."

"What are you thinking, B?" Sam asks.

"Some demons have an affinity for possessing particular types of people; it's often someone who either resembles their own original body, or of course, someone whose physical appearance is useful to their purpose." I look at all the books spread out on the table, "There is a demon named Mag. She has a brother Hag. They weren't originally Christian demons…"

Dean clutches my arm, "I killed her brother."

"What, really!?"

"Yeah," Sam nods, "When we rescued Dad. He was beating the crap out of me when Dean shot him with the colt." He gets a wistful look on his face, "Later, Azazel told us Meg was his daughter and that guy was his son."

"Ok, so we assume Meg is Mag that would mean she's more than a thousand years old."

"Her true face doesn't look like a regular demon, I always wondered why." Castiel muses.

"So," Sam says, "She's much older than we thought, she knows a ton of lore, she was a stand-up member of the team, and Crowley's torturing her. Even if we didn't owe her, she's got information we need and we don't want him to have."

"But, we have no clue where she is, and she's not the only person in danger." Kevin interjects as I realize he's been trying to get everyone's attention for the past couple of minutes.

"Really?" Dean asks, "Who the fuck else do we have to save?"

Kevin's disgruntled expression switches to pissed off and he squares up with Dean. "My Mom, asshat!" Dean takes a slow step back and tucks his chin back. It's like a Pekinese squaring off against a German Shepard, and Sam and I share a grin. "The Leviathans were watching her, and Crowley took over, so now my mom's all alone and probably surrounded by demons!"

Dean fends Kevin off, hands held up in front of his chest. "Ok man, I get you!"

"Kevin, where does your mom reside?" Castiel asks. He's already putting a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"No Cas wait!" Sam thrusts an arm between the two of them. "We don't know anything of the situation. If you pop in with Kevin and there's angel warding, he may land alone in a house full of demons." The angel and the prophet visibly deflate.

Before anyone else can comment Dean adds, "And there's Crowley to consider."

"What do you mean? That he'll be watching for me, of course he'll be watching for me." Kevin says, disgusted.

"Obviously. No, I'm talking about the fact that he doesn't know Cas and I are out of Purgatory. Even if Cas could successfully jump in, grab your mom, and jump out, the demons will report that back to Crowley. He'll assume that if Cas is out, I'm out, and there's our advantage down the drain."

"Shit!" Kevin growls.

Sam pats him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll be fine, we've just got to work out a strategy."

"Right. Kevin got away. Crowley will assume that Kevin will contact Sam, and that Kevin will want to go after his mom. So, we have to get there, get her out, and somehow keep his demons from telling Crowley. Should be easy." Dean smiles grimly.

"And that assumes that Kevin's mom isn't possessed." Sam sighs.

Kevin looks like he wants to cry, Cas slumps into a chair, Dean and Sam pace while occasionally seeming to come up with an idea before visibly rejecting it. I'd laugh if a woman's life wasn't at stake.

"So we have to be fast." I smile at them.

"What?" Dean asks.

"This Crowley guy can't know you guys are back, but that doesn't mean you can't fight. Kevin's already killed Demons with his spell from the tablet, we whip up a batch of that, should be good for a few of them."

"She's right. We just use what the two of you would use, only there's the four of us so it'll be easier. As long as no demons get away to report back to Crowley we'll be fine." Dean rubs his hands together, ideas visibly budding in his brain.

"What about my mom? What if B's right and Crowley has her possessed?"

Sam shrugs, "We've got handcuffs to control a demon. Cas teleports her back here, we exorcise the demon into one of the containers here in the bunker and stick it in the lock-up. She'll have to be possessed for a couple extra days, but I'm guessing your mom can handle it."

"Yeah, the demon will be the one traumatized." Kevin mutters, but he looks more hopeful.

"Alright!" Dean beams, "Roadtrip! Wheels up in 15 people!"