March 17th - March 19th, 2010

We had followed demonic omens to a town that was completely flooded with them. When we arrived, what seemed like a never-ending horde of demons attacked us. While trying to take care of this demon problem, Sam had gotten attacked and injured his arm pretty badly. So we decided it was too much trouble, and we would flee to try and regroup later. As we jumped into the Impala and took off for the outskirts of town, the demons began chasing us.

"Drive faster, Dean." Sam urged, looking over his shoulder, out of the back window.

"I can't!" Dean shouted. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm amazing," Sam snapped.

"You ever seen that many?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No. No way, not in one place."

Dean looked over his shoulder at the group of demons still chasing us. "What the hell?"

He hit a sharp corner and then slammed on the breaks as we quickly approached what appeared to be an overturned semi that was up in flames.

"Damn it!" He hit it in reverse, but a demon smashed through my window and tried to pull me out.

"Get off of me!" I screamed as they tried to pull me through the window by my hair.

Dean reached back to grab hold of me, but two demons reached in through the front windows and attempted to rip both him and Sam out of the car.

A group of people then pulled up in a truck with a huge water tank attached to the bed and sprayed the group of demons with fire hoses.

When the demons began smoking and screaming out in pain upon impact with the water, we knew that the tanks must be filled with holy water.

Then one of the men stepped forward with a megaphone and recited something I wasn't familiar with, but all of the demons smoked out and were exorcized at once.

Sam, Dean, and I breathed heavily, looking at the sight in complete disbelief.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day," Dean said.

"You three, all right?" the man asked.

"Peachy," Dean said sarcastically.

"Be careful. It's… dangerous around here." Then the man turned back to his truck.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait," Dean said and chased after him.

The man shook his head. "No need to thank us."

"No, hold up a sec!" Dean shouted. "Who are you?"

"We're the Sacrament Lutheran Militia," the man said.

Dean shook his head. "I'm sorry… the what?"

"I hate to tell you this, but those were demons, and this is the Apocalypse. So… buckle up," the man said.

Dean walked over and popped the trunk, showing them all of our weapons, and they looked in, impressed.

"Looks like we're in the same line of business," Sam said.

Dean nodded. "And among colleagues." He pointed to the man's gun. "That's a police-issued shotgun. That truck is, uh… inspired. Where'd you guys pick up all this crap?"

Another man shrugged. "You know, you pick things up along the way."

"Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That's all," Dean said.

"We're on the same team here. Just talk to us," Sam added.

The main man nodded after a moment. "Follow us."


We followed the group to a barricaded town that looked mostly empty, and they led us to a large church. As we walked in, a teenage boy a little older than me, who had been a part of the group, was stopped by a woman.

She pulled his headphones off of his head and lightly smacked his arm. "Dylan, it's a church. Headphones off."

"Yes, mom." Dylan sighed.

Then we continued into the church and found what I assumed was all of the townspeople. It was completely packed in there. At the front of the church, a pastor was conducting a wedding.

"Who would have thought the Apocalypse could be so romantic?" the pastor asked, and the group laughed. "Marriage, family… it's a blessing. Especially in times like this. So, hold on to that."

"Wedding?" Sam scoffed, "Seriously?"

"Yeah." Paul, one of the men from the group, nodded. "We've had eight so far this week."

The bride and groom kissed and then walked out of the church as people cheered and tossed confetti at them.

Then the pastor walked up to us and shook our hands. "Pastor Gideon. So, Rob tells me you hunt demons."

Sam nodded. "Uh… yes, sir."

"You missed a few." Pastor Gideon smirked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Tell us about it. Any idea why they're here?"

Pastor Gideon shook his head. "They sure seem to like us, though. Follow me, gentlemen."

We followed him down a hallway and spotted a gun on the pastor's holster.

"So, you're a preacher?" Dean asked.

Pastor Gideon smirked. "Not what you expected, huh?

"Well, dude, you're packing," Dean said.

He nodded. "Strange times."

Then he led us down some stairs, and we turned into a recreation room. There was a crowd of people, men, women, and children, and they all looked like they were preparing for a war or something. Most people were cleaning or loading guns or sharpening knives. The walls held tons of weapons, and there were several closets filled with more guns and ammo.

"Is that a twelve-year-old packing salt rounds?" Dean asked.

Pastor Gideon eyed me and looked back at Dean. "Well, you're one to talk. Everybody pitches in."

"So, the whole church?" Sam asked.

Pastor Gideon shook his head. "The whole town."

"A whole town full of hunters. I don't know whether to run screaming or buy a condo," Dean said, looking around the room in awe.

Pastor Gideon shrugged. "Well, the demons were killing us. We had to do something."

"So why not call the National Guard?" Sam asked.

Pastor Gideon shook his head. "We were told not to."

"Who told you not to?" I asked.

Pastor Gideon hesitated.

"Come on, Padre," Dean encouraged, "You're as locked and loaded as we've ever seen. And that exorcism was Enochian. Someone's telling you something."

Pastor Gideon shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry, I, uh, I can't discuss it."

A young woman walked up to us. "Dad, it's okay."

Pastor Gideon sighed. "Leah…"

"It's the Winchesters." Leah smiled at us. "They're safe. I know all about them."

"You do?" Dean asked.

Leah nodded. "Sure. From the angels."

"The angels." Dean shook his head. "Awesome."

"Don't worry. They can't see you here. The… marks on your ribs, right?" Leah asked.

"So, you know all about us because angels told you?" Sam asked.

Leah nodded. "Yes. Among other things."

"Like the snappy little exorcism spell," Dean said.

Leah nodded. "And they show me where the demons are going to be before it happens. How to fight back."

"Never been wrong. Not once. She's very special." Pastor Gideon smiled at her proudly.

Leah rolled her eyes, embarrassed. "Dad—"

"And let me guess. Before you see something, you get a really bad migraine, you see flashing lights?" Dean asked.

Leah furrowed her brow. "How'd you know?"

"'Cause, you're not the first prophet we've met." Dean smiled at her. "But, you are the cutest."

Pastor Gideon gave Dean a look.

Dean chuckled uncomfortably. "I mean that with total respect, of course."


Later, we walked to the bar down the road so Sam and Dean could get a drink. Sam walked off to call Cass and then joined us at our table.

"So, did you get a hold of Cass?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, I left him a message. I think. So, uh, what's your theory? Why all of the demon hits?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't know. Gank the girl? The prophet, maybe?"

Sam shook his head.

"What?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "Just these angels are sending these people to do their dirty work."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. And?"

Sam furrowed his brow. "And they could get ripped to shreds."

Dean shrugged. "We're all gonna die, Sam. In like a month… maybe two. I mean it. This is the end of the world, but these people aren't freaking out. In fact, they're running to the exit in an orderly fashion. I don't know that that's such a bad thing."

I furrowed my brow at him, not really feeling the attitude he had been putting off lately. It started to feel like he was just giving up, which worried me because giving up meant he was closer to saying yes to Michael.

Sam shook his head. "Who says they're all gonna die? What ever happened to us saving them?"

Church bells suddenly tolled loudly throughout the town, and people started clearing out of the bar.

"Something I said?" Dean asked.

Sam looked up at Paul as he left his place behind the bar to join everyone leaving. "Paul, what's going on?"

"Leah's had another vision," Paul said.

"Wanna go to church?" Sam asked us.

Dean shrugged. "You know me… downright pious."


In the church, everyone was gathered, listening to Pastor Gideon explain Leah's vision. "Three miles off Talmadge Road—"

Leah stepped forward and whispered in her Dad's ear.

Pastor Gideon nodded. "Five miles. There are demons gathered. I… don't know how many, but a lot." He smiled at Leah. "Thank you, Leah." Then he turned back to the crowd. "So, who's going to join me?"

Rob, the group leader who saved us, and his wife Jane raised their hands. "Wouldn't miss it."

"Someone's got to cover Rob's ass," Paul said.

Dean raised his hand. "We're in, Padre."

Pastor Gideon nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm going with you," I whispered.

Dean shook his head. "No, you're not."

I furrowed my brow at him. "What's the big deal, Dean? We're going to be dead in a month anyway. I'm going."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Whatever."

Pastor Gideon lowered his head and closed his eyes. "I'd like to offer a prayer. Our Father in Heaven…"

"Yeah, not so much," Dean whispered, and I snapped him a look.

While everyone listened to the pastor's prayer with their heads down, I noticed Paul taking a swig out of a flask.

"Help us to fight in your name. We ask that you protect us from all servants of evil. Guide our hands in defeating them, and deliver us home safely. Thank you, Amen," Pastor Gideon said.


The group of us snuck through the woods, following behind Pastor Gideon. When we reached the edge of the woods and spotted a house, we stopped moving and crouched.

Pastor Gideon pointed instructions for us, and we split up into groups. I followed Sam and Paul around to the side of the house, where Sam started picking a lock. Out of nowhere, Paul was grabbed and pulled through a window into the house. Sam got the lock open, and we charged in. He grabbed hold of a demon before it stabbed Paul and then stabbed it in the back with the demon blade.

Then we walked through the house, shooting at demons and speaking the Enochian exorcism until we all met up in the center of the house.

The group took out about twenty demons in a matter of minutes, and with that, we were done and started heading back through the woods.

Sam sighed. "I guess that's what it's like, huh?"

"What?" I asked.

"Having backup," Sam said.

"Dean. Sam. Maddison," Dylan said from behind us, and we stopped and turned to him.

"Yo," Dean said.

"Hey. So, um, is— is it— is it cool that I get a ride back with you guys?" Dylan asked as we approached the Impala on the other side of the woods.

Dean shrugged. "Hey, you've saved my ass twice already. One more time, you can drive."

He held his hand up at Paul, the pastor, Jane, and Rob to let them know that Dylan would be going with us. He walked around back, opened the trunk, and pulled some beers out.

"Want a beer?" he asked as the others drove away.

Dylan looked tempted but didn't answer.

Dean shrugged and tossed him a beer. "Hey, you earned it. Don't tell your mom."

Dylan smiled. "Oh, believe me… I will not." He popped the top and took a sip, but then fell and screamed a moment later.

"Dylan!" Dean shouted and ran over to the other side of the car. "No!"

Sam bent down and pulled a demon out from under the car. I pulled the demon blade from his belt and stabbed her in the throat. Then Sam and I ran to the other side with Dean and Dylan to see that the demon had slit Dylan's throat.


Back at the town, we let the pastor know what had happened, and the news spread extremely quickly. A funeral was prepared in just an hour, and the town flooded in. Sam, Dean, and I held back as a group of men carried Dylan's casket in and placed it at the front of the church. As we watched, we turned to see Rob and Jane walking in sadly.

"Ma'am, we're just, um, very sorry," Dean said honestly.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "You know… this is your fault."

Rob rubbed her arm with his arm around her. "Jane. Come on." Then he continued walking her into the church.

We continued walking in and stayed toward the back as we watched Pastor Gideon address his people.

Pastor Gideon sighed. "I wish I knew what to say. But I don't. I'm so sorry, Jane, Rob. There are no words. Dylan… I don't know why this happened. I don't know why any of this is happening. I got no easy answers. But what I do know is—"

He was distracted when Leah fell out of her seat and started shaking.

"Leah, honey?" He ran forward and knelt next to her. "Leah, honey? Honey?" He helped her sit up. "It's okay, sweetie. It's okay."

Leah calmed down and then looked up at her father. "Dad, it's Dylan."

"Just rest a minute, huh?" Pastor Gideon asked.

Leah shook her head. "No, listen. Dylan's coming back."

"Jeez," Rob said in shock.

Leah turned her attention to Jane and Rob. "It's going to be okay. You'll see Dylan again. When the final day comes, Judgement Day, he'll be resurrected, and you'll be together again." She stood up and addressed the crowd. "We'll all be together with all our loved ones. We've been chosen. The angels have chosen us. And we will be given paradise on Earth. All we have to do is follow the angels' commandments."


After Leah listed the town's rules, the church cleared out, and we started walking down the street.

"No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. Dean, they basically just outlawed 90% of your personality," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, well, whatever. When in Rome."

Sam shook his head. "So, uh… you're cool with it?"

Dean shook his head. "I'm not cool. I'm not, not cool. I'm just, look, man, I'm not a prophet. We're not locals. It's not my call." He shrugged and looked back at the church. "I'll catch up with you." Then he walked off back to the church.

Sam and I looked at each other and shook our heads before walking to Paul's bar, but it was completely empty when we walked in.

"Hey. So, what happened to, uh… the Apocalypse is good for business?" Sam asked.

Paul looked up and nodded from behind the bar. "Oh yeah, right up until Leah's angel pals banned the good stuff. Wanna help me kill some inventory?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure."

Paul poured himself and Sam a glass of whiskey. "Don't get me wrong. I grew up here. I love this town, but uh, well, these holy rollers?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I uh, I noticed you're not the praying type."

Paul nodded. "Yeah, well, between you and me, neither are half those guys. A couple of months back, they're all in here, getting wasted, banging the nanny. Now they're all Warriors of God." He shrugged and held his glass up. "Cheers."

Sam nodded with a smirk and held up his glass. "Cheers."

They clinked their glasses together, and each downed the contents.

Paul shrugged and sighed. "Look, there's sure as hell demons. And maybe there is a god. I don't know. Fine. But I'm not a hypocrite. I never prayed before, and I ain't starting now. If I go to Hell, I'm going honest. How 'bout you?"

"What about me?" Sam asked.

"Not a true believer, I take it," Paul said.

Sam shrugged. "I believe, yeah. I do. I'm just. Pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago."

My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see that I had a text from Nate.

Nate: Can we tlk?

"Hey." I stood up. "I'm going to head back to our room."

Sam nodded. "All right. I'll be back a little later."


I walked back to the motel and climbed into one of the beds, and called Nate.

"Hey," Nate answered.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked as soon as he answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, "I just needed to get out of my mind."

I sighed. "Yeah, I get it." I thought for a second. "Would you care if I vented to you a little?"

"No, not at all," he said.

I sighed. "Dean is making me a little—"

"Maddi?" Nate asked. "I can't hea— ou— you're— reaking up."

"Nate?" I asked, and then the phone went dead. "Hello?"

There was nothing but silence.

Then Dean walked in. "Hey, does your phone work?"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "No, no service."

I nodded. "You think they cut the towers?"


A little while later, Sam came stumbling back in.

"Where you been?" Dean asked.

"Drinkin'." Sam smiled.

Dean nodded. "You rebel."

"I'd have had more, um…" Sam chuckled. "But it was curfew."

Dean nodded. "Right."

"You hear they shut down the cell towers?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "We figured."

"Yeah. No cable, internet." Sam shrugged. "Total cut off from the 'corruption of the outside world.'"

Dean shrugged. "Hmm."

Sam furrowed his brow. "Don't you get it? They're turning this place into some kind of fundamentalist compound."

Dean nodded. "No, I get it."

Sam shook his head. "And all you've got's a 'hmm?' What's wrong with you?"

"I get it." Dean shrugged. "I just don't care."

"What?" Sam asked.

"What difference does it make?" Dean asked.

"It makes a hell of a—" Sam scoffed and shook his head. "At what point does this become too far for you? Stoning? Poisoned Kool-Aid? The angels are toying with these people!"

"Angel world, angel rules, man," Dean said.

I glared at him, shaking my head. "Since when are you okay with that?"

Dean shrugged. "Since the angels got the only lifeboats on the Titanic. I mean, who exactly is supposed to come along and save these people? It was supposed to be us, but we can't do it."

"So, what? You wanna— You wanna just… you want to stop fighting, roll over?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, maybe."

I looked at him in disbelief and felt my heart break a little. He was one of the only people in my life that never doubted that good triumphs over evil. Sure, he has had his fears, but he has never given up hope. Not like this.

Sam shook his head. "Don't say that."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "'Cause, you can't do this."

"Actually, I can," Dean said.

"No, you can't. You can't do this to us." Sam looked at me and back at Dean. "I got one thing, one thing, keeping me going. We can't start falling apart now. You think you're the only one white-knuckling it here, Dean? We can't count on anyone else. We can't do this without you."

Dean stood up and walked to the door.

"Dean," Sam said.

Dean opened the door. "I got to clear my head."

"It's past curfew," Sam said, but Dean walked out and closed the door behind him. "It's past curfew…" he said again.

"I got your message," Cass slurred from behind us, causing both of us to jump and turn around. "It was long, your message. And I find the sound of your voice grating," he slurred.

Sam furrowed his brow. "What's wrong with you?"

Cass stumbled toward us.

"Cass, are you drunk?" I asked.

"No!" Cass shouted and then sighed. "Yes."

Sam shook his head. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I found a liquor store," Cass said.

"And?" I asked.

"And I drank it. Why'd you call me?" Cass asked and then stumbled forward.

"Whoa." Sam caught him and walked him over to a chair. "There you go. Easy. Are you okay?" he asked once Cass was sitting.

Cass shook his head. "Don't ask stupid questions. Tell me what you need."

"There have been these— these demon attacks," Sam explained, "Massive, right on the edge of town. And we can't figure out why they're—"

"Any sign of angels?" Cass asked.

"Sort of. They've been speaking to this prophet," Sam said.

Cass furrowed his brow. "Who?"

"Her name's Leah Gideon," I said.

Cass shook his head. "She's not a prophet."

"I'm pretty sure she is. Visions, headaches… the whole package," Sam said.

Cass shook his head. "The names of all the prophets, they're seared into my brain. Leah Gideon is not one of them."

"Then, what is she?" Sam and I asked in unison.


The three of us went to look for Dean but couldn't find him anywhere, so we waited at the motel for him to turn back up. Thankfully, a little while later, he quietly walked in.

Sam stood up from the bed. "We went out looking for—"

I furrowed my brow at the sight of Dean. His hands were covered in blood.

I ran over to quickly check him over. "You all right?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. It's— It's not my blood. Paul's dead."

"What?!" Sam shouted.

"Jane shot him," Dean said.

"It's starting," Cass said.

"What's starting?" Dean asked and then realized Cass's disheveled state. "Where the hell have you been?"

"On a bender," Cass said.

Dean looked at Sam and me. "Did he—" He looked back at Cass. "Did you say, on a bender?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yup."

Sam nodded. "He's still pretty smashed."

Cass shook his head. "It is not of import. We need to talk about what's happening here."

Dean nodded. "Well, I'm all ears."

"Well, for starters… Leah is not a real prophet," Sam said.

"Well, what is she, exactly?" Dean asked.

"The whore," Cass said.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Wow. Cass, tell us what you really think."

Cass shook his head. "She rises when Lucifer walks the Earth. 'And she shall come, bearing false prophecy.' This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds. Book of Revelation calls her 'the Whore of Babylon.'"

Dean nodded. "Well, that's catchy."

"The real Leah was probably killed months ago," Sam said.

"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked.

"They're under her control," Cass said.

"And the Enochian exorcism?" Dean asked.

Cass shook his head. "Fake. It actually means, you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat." He laughed.

I frowned. "Ew."

Cass shrugged. "It's funnier in Enochian."

"So, the demons smoking out… that's just a con?" Dean asked and shook his head. "Why? What's the endgame?"

"What you just saw… innocent blood spilled in God's name," Cass said.

Sam shrugged. "You heard all that Heaven talk. She manipulates people."

"To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns." Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Awesome."

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to Hell as possible. And it's… just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit," Cass said.

Dean nodded. "All right. So, then, how do we go Pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?"

Cass pulled a wooden stake out of his jacket and put it down on our table. "The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon."

Dean nodded. "Great. Let's ventilate her."

Cass shook his head. "It's not that easy."

Dean sighed. "'Course not."

"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven," Cass said.

Dean furrowed his brow. "Servant, like…"

Cass shook his head. "Not you. Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination. Unfortunately, Maddison is also an abomination."

I gave him a dirty look.

"We'll have to find someone else," Cass said.

I shrugged. "What about the pastor?"

Cass nodded and then disappeared, and a moment later, he reappeared with Pastor Gideon.

"What the hell was that?" Pastor Gideon asked, looking a little shocked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat."


Dean explained everything that Cass had told us about Leah to Paster Gideon.

Pastor Gideon stared at the stake and shook his head. "No. She's my daughter."

Dean sighed. "I'm sorry, but she's not. She's the thing that killed your daughter."

Pastor Gideon shook his head. "That's impossible."

Sam nodded. "But it's true. And deep down, you know it. Look, we get it— it's too much. But if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people. And damn the rest to Hell."

Dean picked up the stake and handed it to the pastor.

He shook his head. "It's just… why does it have to be me?"

"You're a servant of Heaven," Cass said.

Pastor Gideon nodded. "And you're an angel."

Cass shrugged. "Poor example of one."

The pastor stared at the stake as Dean held it out for him, and then he finally nodded.


We went to the church and snuck into the office, waiting for Leah to come back. When she did, that's when Pastor Gideon saw the truth for himself. She walked up to a mirror and smiled at herself when her face morphed into a creature in the reflection.

Cass grabbed her from behind and turned her so the pastor could stab her with the stake.

"Daddy! Don't hurt me!" Leah shouted, making him freeze.

"Gideon, now!" Sam shouted.

"Pizin noco iad," Leah chanted, making Cass let go and double over in pain.

Then she stepped forward and slammed us all into the wall before running out of the door. The pastor jumped up, grabbed the stake, and rushed out of the room after her.

"Gideon! Wait! No!" Sam shouted.

The three of us jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving Cass groaning on the floor.

We ran down to the basement and found several of the townspeople beating the pastor up as he laid on the ground.

"Light the Kerosene," Leah instructed, and Rob immediately walked over to a closet that had screaming people within it.

As Rob was lighting his lighter, Sam ran over and tackled him, but Jane wasn't far behind. Before she could attack Sam, I ran as fast as possible and drop kicked her to the ground.

I figured a little over a hundred pounds crashing into her would do more damage than me trying to fight with her. She grabbed her chest in pain, and before she could get up, I jumped on her back and pinned her to the ground.

"Let me go!" Jane yelled.

I looked up and saw Leah strangling Dean, and he tried to reach for the stake.

"Please. Like you're a servant of Heaven," Leah taunted him.

"Let me go!" Jane shouted as she wriggled around.

"This is why my team's gonna win. You're the great vessel? You're pathetic, self-hating, and faithless. It's the end of the world. And you're just gonna sit back and watch it happen." Leah smiled.

Dean grabbed the stake, punched her, and then staked her. "Don't be so sure, whore."

Her body started to shake, and the stake caught on fire, then it exploded, leaving a huge hole burning in her chest.

Jane calmed down as she watched what happened. "But… I don't understand. How are we supposed to get to paradise now?"

I got off of her and stood up. She sat up, looking at Leah's body in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. Pretty sure you're headed in a different direction," Dean said.

Pastor Gideon attempted to stand, but Sam ran up and helped him. "Gotcha."

"Come on." Dean nodded for us to follow him out.

After collecting Cass, we walked out of the church. Dean helped Cass walk, while Sam helped Pastor Gideon walk to the Impala.

"Dean, how did you do that?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Kill her," Sam said.

"Long-run of luck held out, I guess." Dean shrugged and looked at me. "Let's ask a more important question, did you dropkick, Jane?"

I nodded. "Uh, yeah."

Dean looked at me, impressed.

Sam sighed. "Dean… seriously, last I checked, she could only be ganked by a servant of Heaven."

"Well, what do you want me to tell you? I saw a shot. I went for it," Dean said.

Sam and Dean helped Cass and the pastor into the back seat.

"Are you gonna do something stupid?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"Like Michael stupid," I said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, guys. Give me a break."


We drove Cass and the pastor to a motel out of town and patched them up.

"How's the head?" Dean asked the pastor as he held an ice pack to his head.

Pastor Gideon nodded. "I'm seeing double. But that may be the painkillers."

"You'll be okay," Dean said.

Pastor Gideon shook his head sadly. "No."

Dean looked at him for a moment and then walked to the door.

"Where you going?" Sam asked.

"I'm just gonna grab some clean bandages out of the trunk." Dean opened the door. "Relax." He walked out and closed the door behind him.

Sam finished patching the pastor's arm. "There. How's that?"

Then I heard the Impala's engine rev.

"Sam?" I asked.

Sam looked at me with wide eyes, and we immediately ran out of the room together to see Dean speeding away.

"Damn it!" Sam shouted.

"Dean!" I yelled, watching as he sped down the road.

He was going to do something stupid. I felt my blood boil. I was furious. He promised he would never leave me behind. He was the only one who had always been there, but now it was different, and for that moment, I felt completely alone.