A/N: Thank you for taking this journey with me and I hope I have piqued your interest. Sam at least has someone to help him now and hopefully he will find some useful information. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC

Chapter 2

Sam woke up slowly the next morning with the sense of someone staring at him. He jerked and sat up with the demon knife in his clenched fist when he saw a figure on the other bed looking at him. After his vision cleared, he saw it was Meg sitting cross legged on the bed studying him. She had put her clothes back on and was waiting on him to wake.

"Easy there Sam, it's only little old me," Meg greeted him, holding up her hands in peace.

"You know that's creepy, right?" Sam grunted as he sat up on the side of the bed. "Watching me sleep."

"I didn't know if you wanted me to wake you or not," Meg shrugged. "I know you said you wanted to get an early start."

"Yeah, well, I need a shower and some breakfast," Sam replied getting up and going to his bag. He pulled out clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.

"Want me to go get you some breakfast?" Meg offered. "Won't take but a minute. You still like your coffee doctored?"

"I can…"

"Get your shower, I'll be right back," Meg insisted getting up and grabbing the room key before leaving.

Sam watched her go and held his tongue deciding he might as well let her help. He didn't have many allies left now, and he had a feeling he was going to all the help he could get to find Dean and Castiel. He closed the bathroom door and got a shower and put on his clothes before stepping out to find Meg was back and had breakfast food sitting on the table, along with coffees.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I got a little of everything," Meg offered taking a seat and picking up a pastry and taking a bite.

"Thanks," Sam replied taking a seat and looking over the selection. He picked up a biscuit with bacon in it and looked at it, thinking Dean would enjoy this before taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. He sipped his coffee and was surprised at the taste, which was surprisingly good. He ate faster wanting to get on the road and head for Michigan.

"I'll pack what we don't eat to snack on later," Meg offered when she saw Sam seemed finished.

"Let me use the bathroom and I'll be ready," Sam said. He got up and headed that way while Meg gathered the food into a bag to take with them.

Sam came out with his bathroom bag and stuffed it into his duffle before zipping it. He gave the room one final look before heading out the door to the Impala. After dropping his bags in the trunk, Sam opened the doors so they could get inside. The Impala sputtered and grumbled when Sam cranked her, like she knew something was wrong and her charge was in trouble.

"I know," Sam mumbled, rubbing the wheel for a moment as he waited for the engine to warm.

Meg didn't comment as she watched the exchange and knew of Dean's love for this hulking piece of metal. She wasn't sure she understood it or really wanted to as she settled into the passenger seat waiting for Sam to leave.

After a minute, Sam pulled from the parking lot and got on the main road to head for the interstate. It felt wrong not to have Dean in the car with him, but he had to put aside his feelings and concentrate on what he needed to do. He went over the directions in his head, as he pictured the map. Sam frowned as Meg reached to turn the radio on and roll through the stations until she found one to her liking and left it there.

"You don't mind, do you?" Meg asked when she saw Sam's frown for a moment that he quickly hid.

"No, that's okay." Sam figured it was better having music than trying to carry on a conversation. He listened to the music that she picked and was happy it was something he didn't mind listening to. He was only going to stop for gas, and to let Meg get some clean clothes, wanting to get Lansing a quickly as possible.

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Darkness was spreading across the land as Sam pulled up to the compound he had spent over a year at back when he had no soul. The gate was locked, and it looked like no one was staying there now. Sam stopped the Impala and started to get out, until Meg stopped him.

"Allow me," she offered getting out and going to the gate. She looked at it for a moment before moving to break the warding on the gate and then grasped the lock, breaking it off and letting the chain fall free. She pushed the gate open wide enough for Sam to pull the Impala through and closed it behind them.

Sam drove slowly around the building before parking so the car would be out of sight of anyone passing by. He got out and went to the trunk to arm himself before approaching the rear door. Once he saw it was locked, he pulled his lock kit out and quickly opened it.

"You might want to wait out here until I'm sure it's safe," Sam told Meg. "Samuel was paranoid and there may be traps still active."

"Your concern is almost too sweet Sam, but I can take care of myself," she responded stepping through the door before he could stop her.

Sam snorted and swore under his breath as he followed her, pulling out a flashlight so he could see. He let the light sweep the room seeing things coated in dust and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. It didn't look like anyone had been back to this place in a long time, but he guessed that was the case since all the Campbells he knew were dead.

"What is this place?" Meg asked as she walked around the room checking it out. She stopped at a devil's trap and pulled a knife from her pocket to scrap a strip of paint away and break its strength. "Is there anything else in here I need to be worried about?"

"It used to be the Campbell compound a few years ago," Sam answered. "I don't think so. It was warded but I don't think it will bother you."

"Wait, let me think," Meg started. "Where was I back then?"

"I don't know, I was pulled from the Cage, but my soul got left behind. When that happened my grandfather, Samuel Campbell, got pulled from Heaven and I joined up with him and some other Campbells that were hunters. We hunted monsters but what I didn't know was it was for Crowley."

"Now I remember, you were trying to get your soul back and thought Crowley could do it. Your angel friend had joined forces with Crowley, but you didn't know that at the time did you. You learned later."

"Yeah, that was the time," Sam agreed not wanting to remember what he had been like without a soul. It had not been a fun time, and he did terrible things. "Samuel had a bunch of reference books he never let us look at and I'm hoping they're still here."

"Really like the décor," said Meg in a sarcastic voice as she looked at the equipment for reloading bullets and the gallons of holy water sitting on a shelf.

"His office is back this way." Sam led her down a hall toward the back of the structure. He stopped at the door and used his shoulder to shove it open. The door creaked on unoiled hinges but finally gave way. He stepped inside and let his light pan the room. "Start over there," Sam pointed to several shelves of books against one wall. "Look for anything on Purgatory."

"Awe, that was just adorable," Meg snarked, saluting Sam. "He thinks he's the boss of me." She wandered to the shelves of books and did as he asked anyway.

Sam went to the desk and sat down in the chair. He glanced over the items on top and started opening the drawers looking to see if there was anything of use in them. He found several folders and pulled them out but stopped when a photo fell out onto the desk. He picked it up and saw it was his mother when she was young. She was beautiful. Sam blinked back the tears that filled his eyes as he picked the photo up.

"Did you find something?" Meg asked when she saw him stiffen and a look of sadness crossed his face.

"No, nothing," Sam replied clearing his throat while he stowed the photo in his jacket pocket. He was going to keep it since he didn't have many pictures of Mary and each one was precious to him.

"Sam, just how paranoid was your grandfather?"

"Very, he didn't trust anyone, not even Dean and me and we were his grandsons. Why? What did you find?" He got up and joined Meg at the bookshelves.

"Give me a hand," she instructed grabbing one of the shelves and pulling them apart.

Sam grabbed the other shelf and startled that it moved easier that it should have. He shone his light on the wall behind the bookshelves and grunted in surprise to see a padlocked door. After being sure there were no booby traps and breaking the warding on the door, Sam picked the lock and opened the door to reveal a storage room with boxes stacked in it and a shelf filled with curse boxes, spell books, voodoo and hoodoo items, jars of unknown content, and other things he had no idea what they were.

"I think we hit the jackpot," Meg beamed. "Maybe I'm your good luck charm?"

"Yeah, but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow when we have more light to work with. I am exhausted and need some sleep."

"I told you I would drive some."

"I was fine, but everything is catching up to me. Come on, there's beds down the hall we can use and a bathroom if there's still water."

"Alright, fine with me."

Sam led them from the room and down the hall to a dormitory style room with bunkbeds lining the walls. There was a table in the middle with four chairs and not much of anything else. Sam took the blanket off a lower bed and stepped into the hall to shake out the dust before covering the mattress with it. He went to the bathroom and did his routine, happy to see the water was still on.

He settled on the mattress and let out a few long breaths trying to relax so he could hopefully get some sleep. He left Meg to fend for herself and listened to her moving around before finally settling down. Sam was tense and stressed. He had no idea what Purgatory was like, only that it was filled with monsters and Dean was there with little in the means of weapons to defend himself. He hoped somewhere in all those books, it would tell him how to get into Purgatory. His mind drifted away as he dreamed of exploding Leviathan and disappearing Dean and Castiel's.