Dean got to his feet and ran out of the diner to find Carly was gone. He ran a hand through his hair as Sam and Castiel came out into the parking lot behind him. Dean's hands fell to his side, clenching so tight his skin turned a bright white.

Castiel noticed and tried to be optimistic. "We'll find her. She couldn't have gotten far."

"It doesn't matter if she didn't get far, Castiel!" Dean snapped, looking back at him before turning his gaze to the desolate parking lot. "She drank demon blood and now her powers are undormitized. The one thing she never wanted to happen."

"The best thing we can do is get her back and try to detox her," Sam said.

"That's if she wants to be saved and if we find her before she does something horrible. At that point, she may just ask us to kill her," Dean said.

"It won't come to that," Castiel said.

"I truly hope your right."

The three got into the Impala and headed back to the motel room, looking for Carly as they went. When they returned, Castiel used his flight, or more like teleportation, to remove the demon's meat suits from the room. As he did that, Sam gathered ingredients for a tracking spell. He wasn't great at magic but he knew a few things.

As he worked, Dean sat on the bed in silence, that is until a question plagued his mind. "How did you hold back?"

"From drinking the demon's blood?" Sam asked, Dean, nodding slowly. "I didn't want to be that monster anymore. Carly ripping me a new one made me realize she was right. I didn't want to let myself go down that path again if I knew what I was capable of doing and who I could hurt."

"What if we find her and she is as inconsolable as you were?" Dean worried.

"She won't be."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because you're there," Sam sighed in defeat. "You can get through to her."

Dean noticed Sam's tone of voice and met his gaze. "What do you mean?"

"You really are clueless, aren't you?" Sam asked, before further explaining. "You're in love with her just as she is falling in love with you."

Dean's eyes went wide as he frantically shook his head. He got to his feet and turned away from Sam. He turned back with crossed arms.

"I'm not in love with Carly," Dean muttered.

"Yes, you are. I noticed how close you two had grown since my absence. Your worry for her well-being, the lingering hands on one another's, and don't forget the cuddling I saw when I arrived at your motel room in Michigan. The curtains were open and I saw you guys, you may have been asleep when it happened, but it still happened," Sam explained as he finished placing the ingredients in the bowl.

"The cuddling happened when we were asleep and my worry is just friendly worry. I just want to make sure she's okay," Dean insisted.

"You know at first when I saw how close you two had grown I was angry. I mean Carly and I were no longer together, but I still felt this anger toward you. I had no right to be angry after what I did to her but I couldn't control the jealous part of myself. Yet, now I just...I just want her to be happy and if that's with you then so be it," Sam said, picking a knife up from the table.

Dean began to speak but went silent when Sam cut into the palm of his hand. He placed the bleeding hand over the bowl of herbs and allowed some to drip onto the contents. Once he had enough, he wiped his hand on his shirt and mixed the ingredients together. He whispered under his breath in Latin as the bowl lit up before going dark once more.

He picked up the bowl to reveal a map laid across the table. Sam tilted the bowl so a few drops of the mixture landed upon the map's surface. He then set the bowl down as the blood made a path across the map by itself, landing on the east end of town.

Sam looked up from the map. "This is where she is and if she decides to go somewhere else the blood will follow."

"Sam…" Dean began.

"Don't, let's just find Carly. Nothing else matters," Sam said.

"Indeed that is a good plan, but we have another problem."

Dean and Sam looked over to find Castiel leaning up against the wall with crossed arms. At this point, neither were shocked at his sudden appearance. They were, however, annoyed that he still hadn't learned to use an actual door.

"And what would that problem be?" Dean asked.

Castiel took a step forward. "Pestilence as made an appearance in California."

"How the hell do you know that?" Sam asked with a raised brow.

"I still have friends within my kind who don't want the world to end as much as I do. They have been keeping track of anything weird that screamed horsemen and they are pretty sure Pestilence has come to play," Castiel explained.

"So, we'll find Carly and then take down Pestilence," Dean said.

Castiel shook his head. "No, waiting will allow him to do more damage."

"I thought you were all for finding Carly?" Sam asked.

"I am, but the longer we take to end this, the more havoc occurs and Lucifer knows what we are doing. He can sense when one of his horsemen is killed. I am surprised he hasn't tried to stop us as of yet, but we need to ride this luck as long as we can. Two more rings and we can send Lucifer back into the cage. We need to do this," Castiel explained.

"So, you want us to give up on Carly then?" Dean asked.

"No, I'm not saying we give up on Carly, but I think we should split up. Sam and I can go to Pestilence while you try to get through to Carly," Castiel suggested.

"Shouldn't it be all hands on deck when it comes to defeating horseman? I mean you guys barely came out unscathed with Famine," Sam said.

Castiel nodded slowly. "Yes, it will be more challenging, but if Dean can get through to Carly then they can meet us in California."

"And if I can't?" Dean asked.

"You will, don't doubt yourself," Castiel said, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder. "You are a brave warrior, Dean Winchester. You can get through to Carly in her blood-fueled haze, you just have to try."

Castiel stepped back and told Sam it was time to go, which meant flying. Sam hated the nauseous feeling it gave him but Dean needed the car, so Sam was willing to manage. He turned around and placed the map in Dean's hand, wrapping his fingers around it.

"Bring her back," Sam muttered.

"I'll try."

Sam nodded before going to stand by Castiel. They both looked toward Dean before Castiel grabbed Sam's arm and they vanished from sight with a burst of wind. Dean was left in a motel room with a mission he didn't know would be plausible, but he was going to try with all he had.

After leaving the diner, Carly had been wandering around town not really herself. She was on a high and she never wanted to come down. As she explored the area, she tested out her abilities. She had super strength and agility, heightened healing, the ability to expel demons from their host, and mind-reading. Yet, instead of all the sounds consuming her, she only heard the thoughts of those she touched as she found out when she bumped into someone walking past.

She felt powerful and she liked the feeling. She wandered around until she came upon a nightclub. Carly snuck around to the back door and snapped the doorknob, making her way inside. No one seemed to notice her as she made her way into the club, a single room packed to the brim with dancing bodies.

She got herself a drink and just danced, having the time of her life. As she danced, a whiff of ambrosia filled her senses as she turned to find a man staring at her from across the room. She didn't need powers to know he was a demon and her hunger had grown since she arrived; she wanted another taste.

So, she played up the act of being drunker than she actually was and stumbled off the dance floor. As she walked, she noticed he had followed. He stayed a good distance back, hoping she wouldn't notice. Carly smiled to herself as she stepped out into the crisp air.

She wandered down an alleyway that ended with a dead end. When she turned around, the man continued forward until he was right in front of her.

"What are you doing out here all alone, hunter?" he asked, his eyes turning black.

"Well, I was looking for a good time," she said, looking up at him seductively. "Would you like to join me?"

The demon's eyes returned to normal when he saw how out if she truly was. She looked hammered and as far as he could tell there were no weapons on her. He could have his fun before he killed her. So, his features loosened as he smiled wide, looking her up and down.

"I'd love to," he muttered.

Carly smiled, grabbing his arms, and flipping him around. She slammed his back into the wall behind her. She looked up at him as she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him.

Carly continued kissing him as the demon's hands slid down her back to grab her waist. She began trailing kisses from his lips down to his neck. The demon moaned under the touch of her lips.

When he was completely distracted, Carly stopped her charade of being a helpless drunk hunter and got down to what she came here for. She pulled a small blade from her back pocket and quietly flipped it open as she continued to kiss him. Then she did what had to be done.

With the quick flick of her wrist, she cut into the flesh of his neck. Before he could react, her lips were latched onto the wound like nothing else mattered. When the pain began, the demon's eyes went wide as he tried to push Carly off, but she wasn't letting go.

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, the weight causing him to fall onto his back as she sat on top of him, her lips still upon his throat. He struggled against her, but as each second passed she was getting stronger and he was getting weaker. This wouldn't kill him, but it would get him damn close.

When he was nearly drained to nothing, she heard a set of footsteps running into the alley. At first, she ignored it and continued to drink, but then the person talked. "Carly stop!"

She lifted her mouth with a gaspy moan to find Dean standing a few feet away from her. Carly smiled as she rose to her feet, wiping her lips clean. As she looked at him, she noticed the gun in his hands.

"Planning to use that on poor little ole me?" Carly asked.

"Only if I have to."