Amelia had been tasked with keeping a look out, which she was sure Dean had only told her to do because he was jealous of the night before. She stood by the doorway, stepping out of the way as Dean entered the room, shutting the door behind him. She headed to the side, closing the blinds that covered the windows looking out into the hallway before pulling them apart and taking a peak to see if anyone noticed them shutting off the room.

"This still seems dumb." She commented, letting the blinds go back to their shape with a little tinkle of metal on metal, "We're in the middle of a hospital. Surely it would be more inconspicuous to try and smuggle him out and do this away from, you know, all the people?"

"Do you want to try and sneak out a patient from a hospital?" Dean snapped in reply. He wasn't a fan of using the man as bait, either, but if it helped stop the apocalypse, they didn't really have much choice. Cas had seemed pretty adamant that it had a timeframe on the ritual, as well, so if it had to be in the hospital, then it was going to be in the hospital.

Castiel didn't have time for their bickering - they had been at it since they'd woken up - so he proceeded to pour the holy oil in a circle around Donnie and his wheelchair, "When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies." He explained as he did.

"Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire," Dean summarised, "but one question. How the hell do we get him here?"

"Angels can talk to each other." Amelia replied, "But won't using that just open you up to everyone else?" Castiel nodded as he finished making his circle.

"It would." He confirmed, "However, there's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial." He leant down close by Donnie's ear, whispering an Enochian chant into his ear. Amelia had only heard it spoken a couple of times, but it made her feel cold, it was such a hard-spoken language. Even out of Castiel's mouth, it sounded very brutal, "I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." And with that, he stepped out of the circle towards the pair.

"Was the last comment really necessary?" She asked him, "We're already trapping him in a flaming circle, do you really want to piss the guy off even more?" Castiel wasn't sure if he should point out that this was the same archangel that had killed them both, so he kept quiet.

"Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?" Dean tried.

Castiel looked over at him, pulling out a packet of matches as he did, "Be ready." He replied gruffly before lighting one and throwing it into the oil. It very quickly set alight, making a full ring around Donnie, who sat in the middle completely unaware of anything that was happening.

~0~0~0~

And so they waited. And waited. And waited, until the oil burnt away and the flames went out. It was quite good stuff that stayed alight most of the day, but there was no sign of Raphael anywhere. Thankfully - well maybe not thankfully but thankfully for them - the hospital seemed to be rather busy, so not many people were too focused on Donnie and what the three people in the room were doing with him. Amelia had only needed to distract and get rid of maybe a handful of people, and mainly they had been people trying to feed Donnie. A bit of flirting, a promise of a date to one orderly who she'd given a fake number to, and they had been pretty much left alone. Unfortunately, that was by Raphael as well, and when the flames had disappeared, they'd decided to give up and go to their temporary home.

"Well, he didn't turn up." Amelia snapped down the phone, squeezing her eyes shut, "So what are you complaining about?"

"I' m complainin' about you haulin' up in a hospital taunting the archangel that blew you up!" Bobby snapped in reply.

"He didn't blow me up!" She protested, "I'm pretty sure that was Zachariah! We're trying to stop the freakin' apocalypse, it's not going to be pretty!"

"You don't need to do anything!" Bobby replied, "You didn't start it!"

"So?" She retorted, "It's the apocalypse! If I can help, I will!"

"And what can you do? I'm sure beltin' out a showtune isn't going to stop hell from rainin' down on us all!"

"Oh, piss off!" She shouted, hanging up on her Godfather before chucking the cell into the back seat, barely missing Castiel. She groaned, closing her eyes and leaning back with a little frustrated sob, "Oh, I'm going to pay for that when I go home."

"So, he's still in the stellar mood he was when we left?" Dean asked and she nodded.

"Oh, he's even better now." She replied sarcastically, "I know he's frustrated with what happened, but I can't take the constant insults anymore, Dean."

"Look, you know what will happen." He told her as they pulled up outside the rundown shack of a house, "You'll go home, scream at each other like middle aged moms in a catfight, then you'll be fine again. It's what always happens." He turned off the engine, twisting in his seat to look at her.

"I know, but this is slightly different from running off to a children's home looking for my best friend." She replied sadly, "I don't see how he's going to come through this."

Dean snorted, "It's Bobby, Amy." He reminded, "He's tougher than you think. Now come on, let's get this over with." He climbed out of the car, Amelia sighing and following him. Castiel watched her stop as she slammed the door, leaning against the car with a sad sigh. Obviously the fighting between her and her Godfather was getting to her. He looked at the cell phone that she had chucked angrily next to him, then picked it up before appearing outside the car. She smiled sadly at him, and again he was struck with the need to try and make it better for her. He held the phone out.

"I'm sure things will get better between you and your godfather." He told her and she smiled again, this time looking rather touched at his gesture. She took the phone off him and put it back in her pocket.

"I'm sure it will too." She agreed, but he frowned at how she sounded like she didn't believe it. She placed a hand on his arm, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek, "Thanks, Cas." She told him before heading towards the house where Dean was stood.

"What, he makes you feel better but I can't?" Dean asked her and she shrugged.

"He'd tell me if he thought there was no hope." She replied, "You fancy me too much to tell me that." He whacked her on the arm and she laughed as the trio headed inside. Castiel immediately darted in front of them, putting a hand out to stop Amelia in her tracks just before they stepped into the dilapidated living room.

"Wait." He declared as the room filled with light. Both Dean and Amelia shielded their eyes from the lightening that was illuminating the room, coming from the back of Donnie, who seemed like he was in much better condition now he obviously had Raphael possessing him. Every light bulb in the room shattered, bathing them all in darkness as he stood proudly in the middle of the room. He opened his eyes, focusing solely on the other angel in the room.

"Castiel." He greeted.

"Raphael." Castiel replied in the same solemn tone, the two humans following him into the room. Dean glanced at Amelia, who was staring with wide eyes at the archangel, looking absolutely awestruck.

"And I thought you were supposed to be impressive." He commented loudly, hoping to bring her back into the room more than anything, "All you do is black out the room."

"And the Eastern Seaboard." Raphael replied, completely unamused by the little human bug in front of him. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the dark room like he was just showing off how he'd changed the atmosphere around them just by being there. He turned his attention back to Castiel, "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at the threat to their friend, taking a step towards the archangel and Castiel, "I'd like to see you try." She snapped in reply.

"Ah, the Choir Master." Raphael acknowledged, "You think you will be able to stop me? You are insignificant."

She smirked slightly, "And yet you know who I am." She retorted.

Raphael did not look pleased with her, in fact he straightened up, looking ready to smite her where she stood. Amelia wasn't about to back down either, after all she had an army of angels on her side. All she had to do was start singing and she and her friends would be safe from the giant dick with wings.

Dean knew that look on her face, it was the same one she got before she started arguing with Bobby. It was her 'you've pissed me off and now I'm going to tell you why' face. Nothing good ever came from that face, "Or maybe you're full of crap." He stated loudly, successfully pulling Raphael's attention to him, "Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt." Dean tried not to show how uncomfortable he was under the emotionless stare the archangel was sending his way, " By the way, hi, I'm Dean."

"I know who you are." Raphael snapped in reply, "And now, thanks to him, I know where you are."

"You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare." Castiel declared and Dean tried not to sigh in relief as Raphael turned his attention back to Castiel for a moment.

"But I will take him to Michael."

"Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does." Dean stated, walking towards the stash of beer they had by the unusable fireplace. He picked up a bottle, "But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." He popped the lid off, holding up against his lips and taking a very satisfying swig of the liquid.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Danni paused, glad he was facing away as a grimace ran across his face at the memory. That had to have been one of the worse things he had ever lived through.

"Yeah," He turned back around, his normal cock-sure grin on his face, "that was, that was hilarious."

"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination." Raphael promised him.

"I would stop threatening him." Amelia warned and Raphael rolled his eyes, looking distinctly unimpressed by the gathering of mangy humans and their pet angel.

"You think you can stop me?" He asked and she nodded.

"I know I can." She replied, feeling a lot less confident than she sounded.

"The Choir Master can call upon their brother and sisters with no effort." Raphael replied, "Zachariah took the choir from you only by taking your voice."

"They still come when I call." She retorted, "One note out of my mouth and they'll be here."

Raphael let out a low rumble of a chuckle, "You still have to sing to bring them?" He taunted, and Amy bristled, "You've not even tried to train yourself or your army and you think that you can stop me? You are pathetic." She glared back but stayed silent. What did he mean by that? She sang, they protected her. That was how it always had been, no one had ever told her otherwise.

"Yeah?" Dean called, pulling the attention off an increasingly irate and defensive Amy, "Try and this." He quickly lit his lighter, chucking it on the ground and it sparked into life, a circle of flames cutting Raphael from them. He took a look at it, then glared at Dean. They'd left a circle of oil in the dead centre of the room, having thought that he wouldn't appear under their terms.

Dean stared back, eyes wide at the wrath burning on the man's face, "Don't look at me, it was his idea." He quickly told the archangel, nodding towards Castiel.

"Dean!" Amelia barked as Castiel turned to look at him, surprised at his outburst. To his credit, Dean looked slightly shocked at his quick reaction.

"Where is he?" Castiel demanded from Raphael, using his borrowed time to try and get his answers.

"God?" Raphael asked and Castiel barely gave a nod in reply, "Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead." Dean and Amelia shared a look at the news. Neither of them had much faith in God coming to their rescue, after all it wasn't like he had done anything so far, why would he just pop up now and give them a hand? But dead? Could God even die?

"Dead?" Amelia repeated, turning back to the archangel, "He can't be dead."

"But there's no other explanation." Raphael replied, "He's gone for good."

"You're lying." Castiel denied, teeth clenched and Amelia took a step towards him. He looked so hurt, so angry, his eyes blazing a bright blue she'd not seen since they fought off Zachariah.

"Am I?" Raphael drawled in reply, "Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?" Castiel looked down and Amelia placed a hand on his arm as he looked down, obviously agreeing with Raphael's assumption.

"Oh yeah? Well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?" Dean asked cockily.

"Stop pissing off the archangel, Dean." Amelia snapped in reply.

"You should do as she says." Raphael said, turning his furious gaze back to Dean, "That's my father you're talking about, boy."

"Yeah," Dean scoffed, turning his back on Raphael and heading towards the window, "who would be so proud to know his sons started the frigging apocalypse!"

"Who ran off and disappeared." Raphael countered, "Who left no instructions and a world to run."

"So your dad runs off and you throw a hissy fit?" Amelia asked, "How old are you, five?"

"You better watch your tongue." Raphael warned, "You think you're safe behind your little army?"

"No, I know I'm safe." Amelia retorted, "Otherwise you would have done something by now. You're just pissed cause daddy ran off. Well, guess what? They do that! They run away and they hide and you're supposed to get on with your life, not destroy the freakin' world!"

"We're tired." The archangel told her firmly, "We just want it to be over. We just want," He looked over at Castiel, who stared back like he was starting to fall for it, "paradise."

"So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever you want?" Dean asked and Raphael straightened where he stood.

"Yes." He replied, "And whatever we want, we get." There was an almighty crash of thunder and all at once the windows smashed, sending shards of glass everywhere as a thunderstorm started raining down outside. Amelia turned away as Dean pulled up his jacket, his instinct to cover his face from the attack. She squeaked in surprise as Castiel grabbed her, pulling her low and shielding her the best he could before righting himself, glaring opening at the archangel in front of him. He had been starting to believe him, but Amelia had done nothing but stand up for him and try and protect him. She could have been injured, if only slightly and Castiel felt angry at it.

"If God is dead, why have I returned?" He snapped, shouting over the window that was blowing the rain inside, soaking them all, "Who brought Amelia back? Why are we both alive?"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?" Raphael asked but Castiel was very quick to deny it, "Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up." Castiel stared back at him, hating the doubt his brother was bringing to his mind. What if he was right? What if it had been Lucifer all along who had brought him back? Had he really been resurrected to help fight against Heaven?

Then he looked at Amelia, who had also been brought back and he decided that couldn't be the answer. Whoever brought them back had brought them back together, and Lucifer had no use for her. It had to have been God.

He turned sharply on his heels, "Let's go." He told the pair, no room for arguing in his tone.

"Castiel, I'm warning you." Raphael told him and he stopped, "Do not leave me here. I will find you."

"Maybe one day." Cas replied, "But today, you're my little bitch." He turned and headed out, leaving the other three surprised at his outburst.

"Cas, wait!" Amelia called, jogging after him as Dean shot a wonky smirk at the archangel who they were, apparently, just leaving trapped in a ring of holy fire.

"What he said." He added before quickly rushing out after them. He wasn't a coward, but he wasn't an idiot either and he definitely didn't want to be trapped in a house with a vengeful archangel.

~0~0~0~

The rain was torrential, so the trio quickly ran to the Impala, Amelia heading straight for the backseat even though she had called 'shotgun' on the way back. Castiel shot her a confused look, wondering why she wasn't getting into the passenger seat, but she shot him a warm smile in return before climbing in and getting out of the freezing rain. He climbed in the front, feeling like she had given him something rather important but not sure why, while Dean quickly got into the driver's seat and took off as fast as he could away from the house.

The further they got away from the house, the calmer the rain was. It seemed that while he was angry enough to have the heavens rain down on them while he could see them, Raphael wasn't too bothered about keeping them constantly soaked.

Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror at Amelia, who was sat in the back with her feet up on the seat, looking at her phone before not ringing anyone on it. He knew she was thinking about ringing Bobby, but she wouldn't. She was too stubborn to back down now.

He took look at Cas, who was staring out of the front window like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, "You okay?" He asked the angel, who didn't reply. He didn't even move, just continued to stare out of the window, "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers."

"What do you mean?" Cas asked.

"I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive." Dean explained, "And this one back here," he motioned back to Amelia, "Her dad's being an absolute dick to her, but she still wants to call him. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?"

"I believe he's out there." Castiel admitted and Dean nodded.

"Good. Then go find him." Castiel turned his head sharply, staring at him in shock but Dean didn't take his eyes off the road. Even though he didn't have any faith in his Father, Dean was still telling him to go look. He couldn't believe it, so he looked over his shoulder at Amelia for confirmation. She smiled encouragingly at him - he looked like a confused puppy, not knowing if the situation he was in was good or bad.

"Just make sure you drop in and let us know you're okay." She told him, "But you'll regret it if you don't."

"Did you ever go looking for your father?" He asked her and she shook her head.

"No." She replied, "He came looking for me." Dean looked at her through the mirror again.

"When was that?" He asked, surprised because she'd never once told him about it.

"When I was fifteen." She explained, brushing it off, "But if you're truly behind it, Cas, then go find him. He might have your answers, he might not, but you'll never know until you try."

"What about you?" He asked the pair. They had become a little threesome over the last couple of days, and he had actually been enjoying it. All except the poor Chastity girl, he could have done without that.

"I've got Amy to babysit." Dean replied and Amelia flipped him off in the mirror. He chuckled at her behaviour. She knew when to give him some space and when to hound him on something, and thankfully she was taking the hint and acting like nothing was different. That his brother wasn't in the passenger seat, an angel was instead, "Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I am, I'm really good." He added in a serious tone.

"Even without your brother?" Castiel asked in the innocent way only he did and the smile dropped as he thought on his brother. Who was out there, alone.

"Especially without my brother." He bit out spitefully, even if he didn't completely mean it, "I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and you're not that much fun." He chuckled slightly to himself as he thought on the last day. Hookers, drinking and archangels. You definitely couldn't call it boring, "It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that I'm alone, hell, I'm happy." He looked to his side and saw that Castiel was gone. A moment later and there was a hard thump on his back and he yelled out angrily in surprised pain.

"You're not alone, you douchebag!" Amelia barked from the back of the car, "You think you're such a martyr, but you're never getting rid of me, Winchester."

"For that, I'm dropping you off at the first gas station we hit." He retorted and she hit the back of his chair again, "Stop it!"

She laughed, "'Stop it'." She mocked in reply, "You're such a wuss, Winchester."

"Piss off, Miller."

"Make me."

~0~0~0~

Amelia placed a hand on the car roof, leaning down so she could look into the driver's side window, "Thanks for the ride, Podge." She told Dean with a smile, bag on the floor by her side.

"If you keep calling me that, it's the last one you're getting." He told her and she rolled her eyes, knowing he didn't mean it in the slightest, "You sure you're ready to head back in there?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'm going to have to face the music sooner or later." She replied, "Some of us don't run from our problems." He shot her an exasperated look and she leant in, kissing him on the cheek, "Ring your brother."

"Yeah, yeah." He batted her away, "Call me, yeah?"

"Back at ya, Winchester." She told him, neither of them excellent at saying goodbye to each other. She grabbed her back and took a couple of steps back as he started up the engine of his beloved Baby and drove off. She stayed there until he turned the corner and she couldn't see him anymore. She turned, looking up at her rundown house and smiled softly. Living out of hotels was all well and good, but nothing ever beat home, did it? She walked up to the door, struggling slightly with the lock that really did need replacing at the point in time, and stepped inside, "Bobby?" She called, "You in?"

The unmistakable sound of a wheelchair moving across old floorboards reached her ears before Bobby appeared in the doorway to the lounge, eyes blazing to match the look of fury on his face, "Where the hell have you been?" He demanded and she rolled her eyes.

"With Dean." She replied shortly, "You knew that."

"All I knew was that you were playing chicken with a Goddamn archangel." He retorted, "The one who blew you to kingdom come!"

"Actually, Zachariah killed me." She corrected just out of spite, "And we found him. Cas has gone looking for God, but Raphael thought he was dead." She started towards the kitchen, "Have you eaten? I'll make you up a sandwich."

"You stupid, stupid little girl!" Bobby raged, following her even as she tried to ignore him, "Ruffling the feathers of the douchebags trying to destroy the world is going to get you killed! I taught you better than that!" She leant on the counter top she'd reached, closing her eyes as she felt herself tense.

"You taught me that I should do my best to help the world around me." She retorted, "I need to do my part to stop this!"

"What, getting yourself killed is 'your part'?" Bobby shouted in reply, "It's that same mentality that got your mother killed! I thought you were smarter than her!" Amelia spun around on the spot, glaring at him as her anger exploded.

"My mum wasn't stupid!" She shouted, "She was doing her best to make the world a little safer!"

"If she hadn't thought herself a goddamn hero I wouldn't be stuck here worryin' after you!"

~0~0~0~

Dean was really enjoying having the car to himself. Of course, he always had control over what music was playing but it was nice to not have to listen to Sam huffing to himself when something he didn't particularly like came on.

He had it on so loud, in fact, that he barely heard his cell when it rang on the passenger seat. He turned the music down slightly first, all the while singing along to a bit of Kansas, then gave the caller ID a check. He held the phone against his ear as he answered it.

"Forget something, Princess?" He asked Amelia instead of a proper greeting.

"Come pick me up." She demanded instead and he frowned, pulling over to the side of the empty road.

"I've only just dropped you off." He replied, confused.

"I know, I'm sorry, but pick me up. Now, Dean." There was a bit of a shuffle as she pulled away from the phone, "What does it sound like?" A small pause, "Well, you won't be stuck with me much longer!" Another shuffle, "Dean, please."

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I'm going to start walking." She told him, "Just hurry up, yeah?"

"Amy, just-" The sound of her hanging up had him stop talking, looking at the screen. Something bad must have happened, and he chucked the phone back onto the chair, before putting his arm around its headrest. He pulled out, turning around and headed back the way he came.

~0~0~0~

Of course it would be raining. Amelia hadn't expected any different, in fact she assumed it was the weather front Raphael had brought down on them finally making it to their state. She had been clever enough to grab an umbrella but that didn't really help when cars insisted on driving through the puddles that were building up near the curbs as she headed down the direction she knew Dean had driven off in. Some people were dicks, after all, not just angels.

A set of headlights came towards her, illuminating her even more under the streetlights she was walking under and she squinted, coming to a stop as the car came closer before pulling up on her side of the road. She quickly put the umbrella down, dashing to the passenger side and chucking the back door open. She chucked her bag and umbrella inside before heading to the front door, climbing in next to Dean.

"Go." She demanded and he nodded, doing a U-turn and heading back the way he came. She ran a hand through her hair, shaking out the water slightly.

"So, what happened?" He asked her.

"He told me he didn't want to be stuck with me anymore." Amelia replied, "So I'm unsticking myself from him."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I doubt he meant anything like that."

"You didn't hear him, Dean." She replied, "He told me he was stuck worrying about me. I never asked him to, did I? I was just a fucking kid, it's not like I had a choice!"

"Amy-" He tried to reply, to tell her that he knew for a fact that Bobby wouldn't have meant he was stuck with her, because that man loved his Goddaughter more than most people loved their own kids in his experience, but she obviously wasn't done with her ranting.

"My mum died. My dad's a deadbeat, he was all I had!" She raged, "He didn't have to keep me, did he? He could have dropped me off somewhere, I wouldn't have known the difference! He chose to raise me!"

"Amy-"

"What was I supposed to do?" She continued, tears appearing as she started crying, her anger dying down into hurt that clawed at her chest, "I didn't know any better. He was just my Uncle Bobby."

"Amy," Dean tried a first time as she started quietly sobbing next to him, "look, people say stupid things when they're hurtin', you know that. He's probably running-" He smirked slightly to himself, "Well, maybe not running but I'm sure he's going out of his mind right now." She shook her head, rubbing her eyes and feeling rather embarrassed that she couldn't stop the tears falling.

"I don't want to talk about it." Dean's brows furrowed and he glanced at her again as he tried to keep one eye on the road.

"You sure? Because it seems-"

"I don't want to talk about it!" She snapped and Dean straightened up in his seat, holding his hands flat against the wheel as a sign of surrender.

"Alright, no talking." He conceded and she leant forward, turning his radio on. His old tape of Kansas started playing again and she fell back against the passenger seat, arms crossed against her chest as she pouted.

~0~0~0~

Dean got them a twin room at the motel they were going to spend the night at without asking, but Amelia appreciated the gesture all the same. She knew Dean was lonely and she was hurting, her mind running over every argument she'd ever had with her Godfather, trying to spot anything that might have meant he didn't want her there, and in her betrayed state it felt like everything he'd ever said to her showed it up nice and clearly. They'd had a large bust up when she was 14 when she'd tried to sneak out some of his 'hunter's helper' for her friends at a sleepover, she should have seen it then. He'd told her how disappointed he'd been in her and now all she could hear was how disappointed he was in having to have her in his life. Even if part of her knew that it was complete bollocks, that her head was twisting and turning things upside down, it didn't make the hurt any less.

She'd chucked her bag onto the bed and headed straight for the shower under the guise of warming up after being sat in cold wet clothes for the last couple of hours. Dean knew she wanted to cry in peace, so didn't mention it. Tonight wasn't going to be about 'talking things out', or expressing anything they may or may not be feeling. He left her under the warm water to grab a few dozen bottles of cheap ass beer and they were getting pissed together. They both needed a break from the real world, from families and apocalypses and he was determined to use the time to their advantage while they had it.

He was just setting the bottles down on the crappy motel table when his cell rang once again. Hoping beyond anything that it wasn't a job, he answered the call, "Hey?"

"Dean, is she there?" Bobby asked in return and he sat on the edge of his bed.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour." He replied and he could almost feel the glare he knew was being sent his way by the man on the other side of the line.

"Is she there, Dean?" He demanded, "She's not answering her cell and I know she called you to pick 'er up!"

"Yes, she's here." Dean replied, "She's in the shower, calm down. What did you say to her?"

"It's none of your damn business." Bobby snapped before obviously catching himself, "She took it wrong, that's all."

"Well, she ain't talking to you tonight." He replied, "She's seriously pissed."

"I know that, Einstein." Bobby retorted, "I'm just calling to make sure you'll stop her from doing anything stupid." They both know what he meant and neither of them wanted her trying to take a quick trip upstairs, especially with them being hunted by most of the angels as it was.

"Don't worry, tonight is going to be just us wasted and watching those god awful Life movies she loves."

"You're not foolin' anyone pretendin' you don't like them. We all remember you bawlin' like-"

"Alright, alright." Dean interrupted before Bobby could remind him further. No one was ever going to let that go, were they? "She'll ring you tomorrow."

"Alright. Take care of her, son." And that was the end of it. Dean chucked his phone onto his bedside table as Amelia came out of the bathroom, pretending like she hadn't been listening to the conversation. She headed straight to the beer, grabbing one with her free hand as she dried her hair with the towel in her other.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked him, sitting down on her bed, getting comfy.

"Well, we're going to get pissed and you're ringing Bobby in the morning." He told her, walking over, grabbing a beer for himself. He then joined her on her bed, the pair leaning against the headrest as he opened his own, crossing his legs at the ankles.

"Let's see how well that goes." She murmured in reply as Dean opened the bottles. They clinked the glasses together and she chucked the towel the floor, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

~0~0~0~

Okay, so I have no excuses. I've been gone forever, and all I can offer is a crappy little 'I've been super busy and my muse for this story just died' excuse. If you're still here, I apologise for the absence and the less than steller chapter, but I'm hoping it'll kickstart me into getting back into a semi-regular writing pattern with this. We've got one of my favourite episodes next, so that always helps :D

Thanks for all the reviews/favourites/follows/views that have happened in the meantime. This story is going to be the slow burner, we're going to get details trickled in rather than explained in full at the start. Things from the past will start popping up, but don't expect a full backstory straight away. Unfortunately I'm not an accomplished writer, and I do scenes better than full-on narratives, I hope you can all bear with me on that.

Also, once again, I apologise for any of my Brit showing through. I do try, but I am from Northern England and that's just my inner voice. This is only supposed to be a bit of fun, after all XD