Chapter 6

"I'm going to stop and grab some basic supplies before we get to the cabin," Sam told Meg when he entered the town limits that held a decent size grocery store.

"So, it's a cabin we're going to," Meg questioned. "Hope it has running water. I am not hauling water from a creek."

"It has electricity and running water and is isolated," Sam huffed in annoyance. "I just have to get everything switched on and running."

"Probably should get a bag of ice and ice chest if you're getting anything that needs to be kept cold."

"Good idea." Sam watched the signs and turned off the main road to head into the business part of the town. He found the grocery store and a place to park before getting out and heading for the entrance. He sensed Meg trailing alone behind him but didn't say anything.

They went inside and he grabbed a shopping cart before making his way deeper into the store. Sam went through the produce department selecting items and moved on. He looked around but didn't see Meg anywhere, figuring she went off on her own. He headed to the meats and dairy sections, picking up things from each section. He strolled down one aisle and added some canned goods to his cart.

Knowing they would need some paper products, he snagged paper towels, toilet paper, paper plates, and cups. He went to the deli counter and got some meat for sandwiches and bread. He grabbed a case of bottled water and a twelve pack of beer before deciding he had enough for now, Sam made his way to the front to check out. He glanced around trying to spot Meg and finally saw her heading his way pushing a cart.

"I found an ice chest and got some ice," Meg offered as she pushed her cart in front of Sam's in the line.

"Hey!" Sam complained. "You're cutting the line."

"I wouldn't complain considering I'm being generous and paying for everything," she scolded. Meg pulled a credit card from her pocket and waved it at Sam as she stuck her nose up in the air.

"Where did you get that?"

"Oh, you could say Crowley doesn't keep track of everything in Hell like he should."

"You stole from him?"

"I call it getting what's due to me. Now start unloading the carts."

Sam frowned at her but didn't say anything else as he started putting their purchases on the conveyer belt. He glanced at her purchases and was surprised by some of them. She had gotten some clothes, shampoo, toothbrush and paste, a couple of paperback books, bag of assorted miniature candy bars, and several tubes of chap stick. He added his purchases to the belt. He was happy to let Meg pay for everything just to get one over on Crowley.

They took the bags to the Impala and Sam put the food that needed to be kept cold in the ice chest along with the ice. He got behind the wheel and Meg slipped into the passenger seat so they could continue to the cabin. It took Sam nearly an hour to get to the isolated cabin located on a mountain outside of Whitefish, Montana.

"You're right, it is isolated," Meg commented as they drove up the weedy, rutted driveway to the cabin in the middle of the forest with no other signs of civilization in sight.

"You wait outside while I get things turned on and the place opened up," Sam instructed parking in front of the cabin and getting out. He went to the front door and felt up in the rafters of the porch until he found an old Prince Albert can that had a key in it. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, looking inside for a moment before slowly stepping into the living room.

Sam headed downstairs to turn on the breakers and outside to turn on the water. He came back in and turned on the water at the sink to get the air out of the lines, letting it run to clean the lines. Sam went down a hall to the bathroom and did the same thing, jerking back as the water sputtered and splashed in the sink and the shower. He let it run until in came out in a steady flow before cutting it off. He stopped in each bedroom to open the windows and let some fresh air in to get the musty, staleness out of the rooms. The last thing he did was break the sigils that were near the doors to allow Meg to come in.

"You should be able to come in now," Sam told her as she stuck her head into the room to give it a cautious look before stepping further into the room. "It's not much, but it serves our needs for now," Sam offered. "There's some cleaning supplies in the laundry room off the kitchen. It needs a sweeping and dusting. If you want to start, I'll go put everything on the porch so we can bring it in after we clean."

"When was the last time anyone was here?" she asked running her finger over the back of the couch and coming away with a mound of dust that she frowned at and shook off.

"I don't know. Guess it's been a while." Sam headed back outside and put the ice chest on the porch and grunted when he turned wrong tweaking his back. He didn't need this right now and stretched and rotated from the waist to ease the pain. He sat the other bags on the porch before going back inside to help Meg clean the cabin enough to make it livable for them. He found a vacuum cleaner in the closet and hoped it still worked so he could clean the mattresses before making the beds.

After over an hour of vacuuming the bedrooms and wiping down everything, Sam headed to the front of the cabin to find Meg had cleaned the living room and kitchen. She was putting away the food that needed to go in the fridge and the canned food into the cabinet.

"I left you the last job," she noted not looking at him as she spoke. "You can do that, and I'll fix us some dinner."

"What's that?" Sam asked snagging a water from the counter.

"The bathroom is all yours," she smirked as her lips twitched with a grin.

"Gee thanks, that's very nice of you," Sam snorted in disgust. He stretched his back and twisted before picking up the new toilet brush and cleaner and heading down the hall. He started with the commode and scrubbed the inside and wiped down the outside before checking the tub out, seeing it only needed a quick scrub. He found some useable cleanser under the sink and coughed as he shook the powdered cleaner into the tub. After rinsing it out, he cleaned the sink and used an old rag to clean the floor. Sam looked the bathroom over deciding that was good enough and took the dirty rags with him to toss in the laundry room to wash.

Sam sniffed the air and caught the scent of cooking food that made his mouth start watering. He licked his lips and washed his hands at the sink, hoping the food would be ready shortly.

"I'm not a master chef or anything, but I think it's edible," Meg told him as she fixed two plates and sat them at the table. She pulled four rolls from the oven and added two to eat plate. "Beer?"

"Yeah, sounds good and the food smells good," Sam told her taking a seat at the table and looking over his plate. There was spaghetti with sauce and meatballs and a small salad and rolls. He cut into a meatball and took a bite surprised by the spicy taste. He mixed the spaghetti with the sauce before twirling it onto his fork and eating. "Not bad at all."

"Don't sound too surprised. I have been around long enough to have picked up a few tips and pointers. In my human life I was an exceptionally good cook."

Sam looked up at Meg as she took a bite of her food and savored it. He didn't know much about her prior life or how she ended up in Hell and became a demon. He knew it took years of torture and unimaginable pain to break them and convert their souls into a demon. Meg wasn't a high-ranking demon, but she was elevated above lowly workers. He continued to eat, enjoying the meal and offered to do the dishes since she cooked.

Sam looked up when he heard music coming from the living room and guessed Meg had found the old radio Dean had left here. There was an old, battered television sitting on a stand that only got a couple of channels, but he didn't know if it still worked. He finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, thinking he would get the boxes from the car in the morning and start fresh going through what they had. He was tired from the drive and cleaning and wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Sam checked the fridge to be sure it was working and keeping things frozen and cold. After looking at the coffee pot, he made note to buy another when they went on another supply run. He wasn't sure the one there even worked. He filled the pot with water and poured it into the water reservoir, sat the pot on the burner and turned it on. He could hear funny noises and a little sputtering before it suddenly hissed and went quiet, dying a short death. Once the coffee pot was unplugged and water dumped out of it, Sam threw it away knowing it wasn't worth trying to fix.

Meg was sitting on the couch and reading one of the books she had bought at the store. The music from the radio was playing in the background and she didn't acknowledge Sam when he came into the room and took a seat. He let out a soft sigh as he tried to relax and not think about everything that was hanging over his head. He knew Dean and Castiel were depending on him to get them out of Purgatory.

"Meg, can you answer a couple of questions for me?" Sam asked her.

"I guess, depending on the question," she replied looking up at him.

"I know human souls go either to Heaven or Hell when they die. Monsters are sent to Purgatory when they are killed. So, where do demons go if they are actually killed and not sent back to Hell? Do you just stop existing?"

Meg looked at him seeing he was serious about the question. She dropped her book into her lap as she though about it.

"Well, that I can't answer, because I don't know. No ones ever questioned it before. I've not heard any mention of it in Hell. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Sam shrugged staring off into space. He wasn't sure why he asked about that. It just randomly popped into his mind, and he mulled that over for moment. He stayed quiet as Meg went back to her reading. About an hour later, Sam got up and announced he was going to bed and would see her in the morning.

spn

This was the third day that Sam had been going through all the books and data that he could find on Purgatory, and he was getting discouraged. He had a dull, throbbing headache from trying to read some of the faint scripts and he didn't know if they were making any progress on finding a way to save his brother and Castiel. Meg had been her snippy self, but she was trying to help and tried to make him eat something when she cooked. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it felt like sand was in them and tried to clear his vision. He needed a break and some fresh air.

"I'm going for a walk," Sam stated as he pushed his chair back hard and headed for the front door without further comment. He walked out into the yard and headed for a small path that would take him into the forest and to an overlook further up the trail.

Sam breathed in the fresh, clean air and took a seat on a rock near the edge of the drop off and just marveled at the beauty. It was breathtaking no matter how many times he came up here. He let his mind wander back to his problem and thought about it in a different way. The last time a door was opened, Crowley was going to do it, but Castiel beat him to the punch. He started breaking it down. He needed someone with immense power that could possibly create a doorway or knew of a way into the place. He closed his eyes as the sun warmed his face and started going through his memories of anyone that would fit the bill.

"An angel," Sam mumbled thirty minutes later, as he sat up straighter when a name came to mind. He thought about it but wasn't sure what to do. He drew in a long breath and looked up toward the sky as he started to softly speak. "Archangel Gabriel, most divine one, hear my prayer. I need your help. Gabriel, please, I don't have anyone else to turn to. You're the only one that is strong enough to hopefully help me. Dean and Castiel were sucked into Purgatory when they killed the head of the Leviathan. I've got to get them out of there. Please man, Castiel is your brother, your family. Please…." Sam trailed off and waited, looking around hoping to see the archangel appear before him. After ten minutes, he swore angrily under his breath when he didn't make an appearance.

Sam should have known it wouldn't be that easy to get Gabriel's attention. The archangel had been hiding out on Earth for a long time and didn't want to be found. But he wasn't going to give up. He got up and headed back down the mountain trying to remember what he knew about summoning angels. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that Gabriel was his only hope of saving Dean and Castiel. Now, if he could only convince the archangel of that.

A/N: So, Sam has another play to make and hopes he can convince an archangel to help him. We will see what happens and if Gabriel will help. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I do like reviews/comments. NC