The world seems to move in slow motion. Their father's body is in the bed of Jamie's pick-up truck, wrapped in a sheet and covered with a tarp. John's truck is God knows where and it's long forgotten by the siblings. They're on the road, driving out into the woods, looking for a proper place to build a pyre. Dean lets her drive; he sits twisted at an odd angle, staring into the back window. Sam is sitting between them, staring at his hands. They don't speak. The radio isn't on. Dean keeps staring out the back window. Sam doesn't stop looking at his hands. Jamie's eyes never leave the road. A hour goes by. Dean finally moves. He gestures for Jamie to leave the main road. They drive down an old dirt path that leads them deep into the woods. The truck protests for a moment, when Jamie drives over a mess of fallen branches. Dean winces slightly. Sam says nothing.

Jamie finally brings the truck to a stop. The keys turn out of the ignition. She shoves them into her jeans as she pries open the door and jumps out. Sam climbs over the gear shift and gets out beside her. Dean just sits there for a moment. Jamie and Sam stare at him, making no movement until he finally shoves the other door open and gets out.

They move slowly around the truck, at first. Dean finally can't take it anymore and lets the back down on the truck, pulling off the tarp and exposing the body. Jamie and Sam stare and then look away. They both need a moment, and then Jamie jumps up and starts throwing bundles of kindling from the bed of the truck unto the ground. Sam helps Dean take the body out. They set it on the ground. There's a sheet of plywood at the bottom of the bed. Jamie grabs it and drags it over to the wood. Dean helps her arrange the bundles around the plywood. Sam opens the door of the truck and takes out a canister of salt and a container of lighter fluid. He sets the lighter fluid on the ground, but the salt he hands over to Jamie and then helps Dean move the body once again. They place it on the sheet of plywood. Jamie opens the canister and pours the salt over the body. Sam picks up the lighter fluid and opens the container. He douses the body generously before taking the container back to the truck. Dean takes out a pack of matches from his pocket. He walks over and stands beside Jamie. Sam stands at her other side. Jamie tosses the canister away. Dean strikes a match. He looks at the two of them and then flicks it unto the body. It immediately ignites in flames.

Dean shoves his hands into his pockets. Sam's eyes weld up and he fidgets. Jamie crosses her arms tightly over her chest. Tears stream down her face. They still have not said anything. After awhile Jamie wipes her eyes. She moves away from her brothers and takes out rosary beads. Sam turns to look at Dean. Dean continues to stare into the flames. They hear Jamie muttering in Latin: "ora pro nobis peccatoribus nunc et in ora mortis nostre…" Sam looks to Dean.

"Before he.. before, did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asks.

Dean does look at him. Doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to know why his father told him what he told him. "No. Nothing." He says. Sam doesn't ask again.

They arrive at Bobby's just before dawn. John's things are in a box, the last thing left in the bed of Jamie's truck. She takes it out before following her brothers into the house. Bobby's waiting for them with a bottle of rum, which Dean takes before Sam or Jamie can see it. Sam pours himself a cup of cold coffee instead. Jamie sets the box on the table, she pulls out John's journal, his wallet, and some old clothes. Her eyes suddenly widen and she starts digging through the box. "Jamie? Girl, what's gotten into you?" Bobby asks, looking over at her.

"Dean." Dean looks up from his rum bottle, turning his attention to his sister. "Dean, where's the Colt?" Her voice is hoarse, trapped in her throat. Her blue eyes are wild with frustration, uncertainty…fear. "Where is the Colt?" She says again.

"What?" Sam looks at his twin and then moves over to her side. He searches the box and his eyes scan over the contents. "This is the wrong box. Did you check Dad's duffle?"

"Sam. This is everything." A cold chill runs down Jamie's spine and she shivers.

"Dean, where is the Colt!" Sam looks at Dean, who has yet to make any response.

"I don't know." He finally says.

"You don't know?" Bobby asks.

"I said I don't know!" Dean storms past his siblings and heads for the door. Jamie and Sam stand there looking at each other.

It's a few hours later when Dean stumbles into Bobby's spare bedroom. He's drunk as hell and his siblings can smell him coming. They're both dressed in pajamas and they rush barefoot over to the door to keep their brother from falling. Sam drags him over the bed he just vacated and awkwardly holds him up. Dean is muttering a whole bunch of things, but they're all incoherent. Sam pulls his boots off and Jamie strips off Dean's favorite leather jacket before they tuck him under the thin blanket. Dean starts snoring as soon as Sam lets his head touch the pillow. Jamie pulls Sam from Dean's bed and they move unto the bed Jamie had been trying to sleep in. She slides into the covers and moves over against the wall. Sam takes a chair but Jamie's voice breaks the silence. "Sam." She says with a tired yawn. "Get in." She tells him pointedly even though she's exhausted. He looks at the chair again and then slides under the blanket with his sister. She curls up beside him and closes her eyes. He wishes he could fall asleep as easily.

Dean's still passed out when Jamie opens her eyes again. Sam's sitting in bed beside her, their father's journal open on his lap. He trying to concentrate on the words and she knows he hasn't slept yet. She's about to say something to him when someone's cell phone goes off few feet away. Sam swings his long legs out of the bed and goes over, checking their bags until the finds the buzzing phone. Jamie moves over in the bed, staring at him as he answers. It's her phone. He pauses for a moment and then brings it to her. "Jace?" He asks with a slight smirk on his lips.

She looks at him and then speaks into the receiver. "Yeah?"

"Jace. Jace, it's Andrew. We got trouble back home. Dan's been possessed." There's urgency in her friend's voice. Urgency, and fear. She can almost smell it. He's in over his head and he knows it.
"What?" She heard him but she says it out of habit, though not disbelief. "Okay. Okay…I…what are you doing?"

"We've got him trapped, tied down and stuff, but I can't pull it out."

"What do you mean you can't pull it out?" Her eyes are wide and there's dread rising in the pit of her stomach. Sam looks over at her in concern.

"I tried, Jamie, I tried."

"Did you use my book?"

"I can't find it. Jamie, he killed the priest."

"Oh God. Alright, I'm on my way. Douse yourself and Dan in holy water until I get there. And don't try anything else. Just keep Dan tied up." She hung up and the phone and was met with her brother's eyes. "Demon possession, Sam. An old friend of mine…one of the guys I've been hunting with. I've got to go."

"Jamie you can't go, at least not alone. What if it's thee demon?"

"It's not."

"How do you know? How do you know this isn't a trap?"

"Because it isn't. Sam…this is my…my boyfriend's best friend, okay? They are more than just hunters to me, okay? They're…They're…"

"Family?" She's taken aback by the accusation in her twin's voice. "Jamie, Dad just died."

"Which is why you can't come with me. I have to do this by myself, I won't drag you into anything else. Besides, you have to stay here and keep Dean sane." She's stuffing things into her back pack. Sam bites back a smirk and then goes over to her.

"You call us the second things get bad. Dean will kill me if anything happens to you."

"I'll be fine, Sam. I'll be back in four days."

"If you aren't back in three I'm driving down to get you." She turns around and they stare at each other for a minute. Sam reaches out and she falls into his arms. They hug each other tightly and then pull away. She leaves the room in a hurry and he stands there wishing he hadn't let her go.

It's late, very late, when she pulls into the driveway of an old shack out in the middle of nonwhere in Ohio. She recognizes her boyfriend's truck as she pulls in beside it. There's another car parked a few feet away. The shack is eerily silent. Taking her handgun out of her jeans she climbs out of the truck and walks up to the door. She knocks once and then kicks the door in. Three guns cock and point at her. She looks around. "It's just me."

Andrew, her boyfriend, is tall and well toned. He has blonde hair that stands on end, broad shoulders, and the stoic but arrogant mannerism of a bred hunter. He's wearing a iron-clad crucifix around his neck, and his black t-shirt is half torn and damp. Beside him is his brother, Aaron. Aaron is the older brother, dark hair and tall, but slimmer and slighter. But his eyes are harder and his mannerism is darker. There's blood stains on the shoulder of his jacket. Beside Aaron is an older hunter, early sixties, eyes sharp and jaw set. He has Andrew's face and Aaron's hair. "How can we be sure?" He asks, not taking his eyes off her.

"Dad, come on, it's Jace." Andrew says, looking over at the old man. He lowers his gun and walks over to her.

"AJ, we have to be careful." Aaron says. He lowers his gun but he tosses a bottle towards Jamie. "Drink." He demands of her. Jamie rolls her eyes and takes a gulp from the bottle. She starts coughing and spits. Aaron and his father raise their guns back at her.

"Salt? Really? Plain holy water would have been fine." She tells them, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. Andrew sighs in relief and wraps his arms around her. "Hey Aaron. Hey Jefferson." She says with her arms around Andrew.

"Sorry about that, Jace." Jefferson tells her.

"It's fine. Dad would have done the same thing." Andrew wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him.

"How is your father? Rumor has it you had a run in with the yellow eye." Jamie looks away. "Jace?" When Jamie looks back up at him her eyes are mourning. "Oh god, I'm sorry kid. Your brothers, though, they're alright?" She nods.

"Damnit. John dead. And right when we need him the most." Aaron sighs deeply and runs his hand through his hair.

"We still have Jace, and with Sammy hunting with Deuce…I'd say we got real lucky." Andrew tells his brother, holding his girlfriend in an even tighter grip.

"Jace and Deuce are great hunters, and I'm sure Sam is too, but the three of them cannot replace John's knowledge and abilities."

"Alright boys, we can talk about this later. Jamie, come on, Dan's in here." Jefferson puts a stop to their fight before it even begins and Andrew lets go of Jamie so she can follow Jefferson into another room. Dan is unconscious, tied up in the middle of the floor, a key Solomon painted on the ceiling above him. He's pale, about Andrew's height, and with long dark hair and tense muscles. "Singer set me up with the devil's trap." Jefferson tells her.

"Good. Aaron, I left my book in the truck, will you go get it for me?" Aaron nods and leaves the room.

"The priest already tried an exorcism, but it was too strong, it broke free and killed him."

"It broke free of the devil's trap?" Jamie turns and looks toward her boyfriend.

"No, we had him tied up. He killed the priest and almost killed me, but Aaron broke a chair over his head and he hasn't woken up yet."Just then Dan opened his eyes and stared up at them. "Scratch that." Andrew raised his gun.

"It's alright, the devil's trap keeps him from using his powers." Jamie grabs her boyfriend's hands and pushed them down. Dan looked up at the ceiling and then turned black eyes to Jamie. "Who are you?"

"It's not as important as who you are, Jamie Winchester." The demon inside Dan laughed. "So this is the one who got away."

"What do you mean the one who got away?" Jamie asks, remembering the yellow eyed demon had called her the same thing.

"You don't know? You and your brother were chosen, just like hundreds of other children. But Mommy had a big mouth, so I heard, and Daddy came in just in time to keep his little girl from becoming extra special. But then again, you are extra special, aren't you? Do you want to know why?"

"Why?" Jamie asks, looking at the demon as she walks over and grabs a bucket off the floor.

"Because you're his bitch." The demon glances upward as he speaks to her, and Jamie throws the bucket of holy water all over him. He screams in pain as smoke rises up from his body.

"I'm nobody's bitch." Aaron comes back holding Jamie's journal. She takes it and opens it up to the exorcism ritual. "Adjuro ergo te, omnis immundíssime spíritus, omne phantásma, omnis incúrsio sátanæ, in nómini Jesu Christi Nazaréni, qui post lavácrum Joánnis in desértum ductus est, et te in tuis sédibus vicit: ut, quem ille de limo terræ ad honórem gloriæ suæ formávit, tu désinas impugnáre: et in hómine miserábili non humánam fragilitátem, sed imáginem omnipoténtis Dei contremíscas. Cede ergo Deo, qui te , et malítiam tuam in Pharaóne, et in exércitu ejus per Moysen servum suum in abýssum demérsit. Cede Deo, qui te per fidelíssimum servum suum David de rege Saule spirituálibus cánticis pulsus fugávit."

The demon only chuckled craning his neck towards her and smirking. "You really think that's going to pull me out of poor, poor Danny boy?" Dan laughed and then glanced upward. The room began to shake.

"Jamie, what's going on?" Andrew yelled.

Jamie shook her head, looking down at her book. "Cede Deo, qui te in Juda Iscarióti proditóre damnávit. Ille enim te divínis verbéribus tangit, in cujus conspéctu cum tuis legiónibus tremens et clamans dixísti: Quid nobis es tibi, Jesu, Fili Dei altíssii? Venísti huc ante tempus torquére nos? Ille te perpétuis flammis urget, qui in fine témporum dictúrus est impiés: Discédite a me, maledícti, in ignem ætérnum, qui parátus est diábolo et ángelis ejus. Tibi enim, ímpie, et ángelis tuis vermes erunt, qui nunquam moriéntur. Tibi, et ángelis tuis inextinguíbile præparátur incendium: quia tu es prínceps maledícte homicídii, tu auctor incéstus, tu sacrilegórum caput, tu actiónum pessimárum magister, tu hæreticórum doctor, tu tortius obsc£nitatis invéntor. Exi ergo, ímpie, exi, sceleráte, exi cum omni fallácia tua: quia hóminem templum suum esse vóluit Deus. Sed quid diútius moráris hic?" As she read the shaking continued to get worse. Suddenly the ceiling began to crack. A chunk of the wood above Jamie's head broke apart, breaking the devil's trap.

"Jamie!" Andrew drove for her, knocking her out of the way. They fell unto the floor beside each other. Jamie looked at him, trembling and breathing deeply.

"Damnit!" Aaron cursed grabbing his gun. Jefferson raises his own. They point them at Dan.

"No wait!" Andrew told his brother. But the demon had other plans. He turned his head and sent Aaron and Jefferson crashing into the wall. "Aaron!" Andrew got up and Dan sent him flying across the room. His eyes then locked on Jamie. She felt her journal in her hand, but dared not take her eyes off Dan. He smirked, pulling his arms free of the ropes.

"Now you die, Jamie." Dan hissed. He raised his hand, but as he did she raised hers as well. Dan was suddenly throw back into the chair. Jamie raised her other hand, and walked toward Dan. The chair slid across the floor and came to a stop against the wall.

"No. Now you go back to hell. Da honórem Deo Patri omnipoténti, cui omne genu fléctitur. Da locum Dómino Jesu Christo, qui pro hómine sánguinem suum sacratíssimum fudit. Da locum Spíritui Sancto, qui per beátum Apóstolum suum Petrum te maniféste stravit in Simóne mago; qui falláciam tuam in Ananía et Saphíra condemnávit; qui te in Heróde rege honórem Deo non dante percússit; qui te in mago Elyma per Apóstolum suum Paulum cæcitátis calígine pérdidit, et per eúndem de Pythonissa verbo ímperans exíre præcépit. Discéde ergo nunc, discéde , sedúctor. Tibi erémus sedes est. Tibi habitátio serpens est: humiliáre, et prostérnere. Jam non est différendi tempus. Ecce enim dominátor Dóminus próximat cito, et ignis ardébit ante ipsum, et præcédet, et inflammábit in circúitu inimícus ejus. Si enim hómines fefélleris. Deum non póteris irridére. Ille te ejécit, cujus óculis nihil occúltum est. Ille te expéllit, cujus virtúti univérsa subjécta sunt. Ille te exclúdit, qui tibi, et ángels tuis præparávit ætérnam gehénnam; de cujos ore exíbit gládius acútus: Qui ventúrus est judicáre vivos et mórtuos et sæculum per ignem." As she finished the ritual Dan screamed and convulsed, but he was held fast by Jamie's telekinetic power. Suddenly, black clouds rose from Dan's mouth and escaped through the hole in the ceiling. Dan slumped in the chair. Aaron and Andrew get up and rush over to them.

"Jamie, are you okay?" Andrew put his hands on her shoulders. She blinked and looked down at her hands. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know. It's…it's never been like this before." She stared at her hands for a few more moments.

"Dad! Dad wake up." Aaron yells in the background. Jamie and Andrew look at each other and then rush over to Aaron.

"Dad?" Andrew drops down beside his brother. Jefferson is unconscious and bleeding from his head. He tears off the flannel shirt he's wearing and presses it against his skull.

"I'm not getting a pulse." Aaron slams his fist into Jefferson's chest, trying to get resuscitate his father. Andrew leans in and blows into the old man's mouth, trying to force air into his lungs.

"Aaron, stop. AJ." Jamie holds her boyfriend's shirt out to them. There's brain matter on it. "Aaron, his skull... He's gone. He's gone." A tear falls down her cheek. Aaron stares at her in horror and disbelief. Andrew puts his fist into his mouth.

"Christ. Christ, why? Caleb, Pastor Jim, John, and now Dad." Aaron gets up and throws his gun against the wall. "God. We're not ready for this."

"Whether we're ready for it or not, we have no choice."

Dan groans and starts to come around. He yells in pain, and Jamie gets up and rushes over to him. "Easy. Easy."

"Oh…jesus, what happen?" He asks, opening his eyes and then closing them in pain. "Jace?"

"You were possessed. And I kinda…used my ability on you."

"Yeah, is that why my back hurts like a bitch?"

"Yeah." She helps him out of the chair. "Dan…um…do, do you remember anything?"

"Some things. Why?" He looks across the room and sees AJ and Aaron bent over Jefferson. His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. "Jace…Did I…oh god."

"It wasn't you, Dan. It wasn't you. Come on, lets get you into bed so I can check your back."

A while later Jamie comes out of the small bedroom. She looks run down and tired. She's still wearing the same pair of beat up jeans, but she's changed her shirt for a dark green tank top and a green and white flannel shirt. Andrew and Aaron aren't in the room and the body is gone. She can smell smoke though, and knows what they're doing. Her jacket is hanging on the wall, and she picks it up and goes out the back door.

The pyre is already lit. Andrew and Aaron are standing in front of it. It's like de ja vu to Jamie. She sees the empty salt canister and the gas can at their feet. But unlike when she and her brothers burned their own father, she cannot walk over and comfort these brothers. Tears fall from her eyes as she leans against the backdoor, watching the smoke and flames rise into the night sky.

After a few minutes Andrew is aware of her presence. He turns and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. There's tear streaks down his face, and she wipes away fresh tears with her thumbs. "How's Dan?" he breaths staring down at her.

"Sore. But he's gonna be alright…physically anyway."

"I don't blame him for this." He tells her, holding her close to his chest. "I don't. I blame these damn demons."

"You should probably tell him that yourself."

"I will. In the morning." He breaths. She nods pulling away from him. "You have to leave again, don't you?"

"In the morning. I have to be with my brothers."

"I'm coming with you."

"No. You stay here with Dan and Aaron. You need to be with them."

"Aaron is going home to Robin. Dan needs to go somewhere by himself for awhile. Come on, I'm sure your brothers could use the company of another hunter for awhile."

"Heh, well I'm sure Bobby could anyway."

Jamie is quiet on the way down to Bobby's. Andrew doesn't make any attempt to start conversation. He isn't in the mood either. Somewhere in Illinois Andrew's hand drops palm up towards Jamie. She puts her hand in his and squeezes. It's a simple gesture that lets them both know they're gonna be okay.

Dean can hear Jamie's truck banging a mile down the road. By the time Andrew pulls it in to Bobby's lot, Dean is coming out of the house looking pissed with both fists clutched. Sam is hot on his heels, looking worried. Jamie barely gets her door open before Dean goes over and drags her out by the collar. "Where in the hell have you been, Jamie?"

"Ow, Dean. I had to work a job."

"You ran off without telling me! I wake up and my little sister has disappeared, and I have no details, and I was frickin worried about you, Jamie. You could have been dead for all I knew! What the hell were you thinking going off by yourself?" Jamie and Dean are both near tears, but Dean is still half choking her by the front of her shirt.

"Dude, calm down a little bit, Dean." Sam tells him, moving closer to them and a putting a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Come on, you're hurting her."

"Stay out of this, Sam." Dean warns.

"Dude, either you let her go, or I will make you let her go." Andrew moves out from behind the truck, and Dean shifts around to see who just tried to order him around. He lets go of Jamie and punches him straight in the face.

"AJ!" Jamie moves out from Dean and goes to her boyfriend. "Damnit Dean. It's one thing to get mad at me, its another to start throwing punches." She raises Andrew's face in her hands and looks at his bleeding mouth.

"AJ?" Dean asks. His eyes widen in realization. "Like Andrew Jefferson AJ?"

"Jefferson?" Sam asks. "Jamie, you didn't tell me you were dating one of Jefferson's boys."

"Dating?" Dean's jaw is slack for a moment as he looks between the blonde boy and his dark haired sister. "This is your boyfriend?" He points at Andrew. "You're dating a hunter?" He turns to Andrew. "You're dating my sister?"

"Jace didn't tell ya, Deuce?"

"Deuce?" Sam looks at Dean. "Who the hell calls you Deuce?"

"Dad's friends all call him Deuce." Jamie answers. Dean and Andrew are still staring at each other. Finally Dean grins and he and Andrew hug.

"AJ you stupid son of a bitch. I should kill you." Dean says with glee. "How the hell ya been?"

Andrew smiles only lightly and Dean's mood instantly falls when he sees the dried blood on Andrew's shirt and the redness in his eyes. "We got something else in common besides your sister, Deuce."

"What does that mean?" Sam asks. Andrew looks at Jamie, and she looks back up at him before turning to her twin.

"It means Jefferson's dead. The demon we were trying to exorcise got him. Broke the devil's trap."

"How the hell did it break the devil's trap?" Sam's face clouds over in horror.

"I don't know. We'd all be dead if it wasn't for Jace. She stopped it, pulled it out." Andrew puts his arm around her.

"It was strong enough to break the devil's trap, but you still exorcized it?" Dean turns to his sister. "How?"

"I'll show you." Jamie lets go of Andrew and walks out into the middle of lot. "Take out your guns, guys. Put them in front of you." Dean and Sam look at each other and then at Andrew. Andrew takes his out and puts it down at his feet. Dean and Sam follow suit. Jamie takes a deep breath and holds her hands out. As she raises her hands, the guns levitate into the air. Dean and Sam's jaws drop and their eyes widen. Jamie drops her hands and the guns fall to the ground.

"What the hell?" Dean asks, looking at his sister. "How the hell are you able to do that? Sam can't do that."

"Sam and I are different." Jamie answers. "You heard the yellow eyed. I'm the one who got away. There's something about me that isn't the same as him."

"What does that mean?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. I've never been able to do it this easily. I could do it a little bit before."

"The Colt the night Dad was possessed. That's how you got it." Sam says realizing.

"Yeah. But I was bound and I couldn't get it to move until Dad took back control. I broke through something I guess."

A while later Jamie and Sam are sitting in Bobby's living room going over a couple of books. John's journal is open on the floor in front of Jamie. Sam sighs and puts his book away. The box of John's stuff is beside him. He pulls out John's cellphone and starts going through it. "You haven't cracked the code yet?" Jamie asks, not looking up from the book.

"I'm getting to it." Sam tells her. He punches in another set of numbers. "I tried Mom's birthday. Didn't work." Jamie looks up at him. Sam looks at her. "What?"

"You read my mind."

"What?"

"I didn't say anything about Mom's birthday." Sam's eyes widen. He looks at Jamie. She stares back at him. "I can hear you. I can hear you in my head!" A grin spreads across Jamie's face. Sam has an identical smile. Both twins laugh in excitement.

"This is great! Maybe I can use your…telekinesis too. Do you think?"

"Let's try it." Jamie scrambles off the floor and Sam follows her across the room. "Okay. That book." Jamie points to a large book on the desk. It levitates into the air and then back down.

"Okay." Sam takes a deep breath and holds his hand out. Nothing happens.

"Sam…concentrate on me. Concentrate on my thoughts." She walked towards her twin and put her hands on his shoulders. "Remember that night? We moved together, we were connected. You lowered the gun, I pulled the trigger."

"We just have to do that again." Sam stares across the room to the book. Jamie stares at it as well. The book moves into the air. "It's you. Let go." Jamie closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them again the book is still floating. Sam grits his teeth, the book quickly falls to the floor. "Damn."

"No. We were connected, you kept it in the air. It's a start." Andrew walks into the room. "Hey."

"Hey." He's wiping his hands on a rag. "Any luck?"

"No." Sam shakes his head. "How's Dean?"

"Deuce is a little…"

"Yeah. Come on, I'll make you something to eat." Jamie and Andrew go back into the kitchen.

A while later Jamie and Andrew are making out on the table. Sam comes in and clears his throat. Jamie looks up at him. Andrew gets off the table. "Sam." He clears his throat. Jamie puts her shirt back on.

"Uh…Jamie I cracked Dad's cellphone code."

"That's great. Let's go tell Dean."

Dean is underneath his car working on it, only his legs sticking out. It is little more than a rusted frame, but it looks considerably less crunched than last time. Sam, Jamie, and Andrew approach

"Hey Dean." Jamie leans against the Impala.

"How's the car coming along?" Sam asks.

"Slow." Dean answers.

"Yeah. Well the frame looks better." Jamie stands back and looks at it.

"Yeah. Need any help?" Sam bent down beside the car to hear Dean better.

Under the car Dean dropped something heavy and snickered. "What, you under a hood? I'll pass."

Sam sighed, feeling slightly dejected. He and Jamie looked at each other and then Sam glanced back to the car. "Need anything else, then?"

Dean pushes himself out from under the car and stands. He looks at Jamie, and his eyes narrow. She frowns and looks away. Dean looks back at their brother. "Stop it, Sam."

"Stop what?"

Jamie sighs, taking a step forward so that she's standing between them. "Guys."

Dean shakes his head, his lips forming the familiar frown he's been wearing the last couple of days. "Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."

Jamie's hands automatically go up, one raising on Dean's chest, the other on Sam's. "Let's not do this. Please." Both brothers sigh, glancing at their sister and then at each other.

"All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once. "

"Sam." Jamie sighs, waiting for Dean's reaction. Dean's mouth curls into a mocking smirk. Jamie shakes her head and takes a step back. Dean steps closer to Sam.

"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance."

"Dean…"

Sam is none too happy with his brother's reaction. He takes a step forward, but Jamie reaches out and pushes him back. "Don't patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened."

Dean looks up from the wrench in his hand. "What do you want me to say?"

Sam looks up at him defiantly. "Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car."

"Revenge, huh?"

"Yeah." Sam and Jamie say at the same time.

Dean shakes his head, the smirk back on his face. "Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? What about you Jamie? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, guys. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car." He crouches by the car again, getting back to work.

Sam shakes his head and looks at Jamie. "I can't deal with him like this, Jamie." He hisses.

"Stop." Jamie nudges her twin and then reaches down and pulls out the platform Dean is laying on. Dean looks at her. "Dean we actually do have something, alright?" She looks back at Sam. "Show him the phone, Sam."

Sam pulls out a cell phone. "It's what I came by here to tell you. Both of you, actually. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but i cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this." Sam hands the cell phone to Dean, who stands and takes it reluctantly.

Ellen's voice comes through the phone. "John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me."

Jamie stops, not expecting to hear Ellen's voice. "Ellen?" She looks past Sam and Dean to Andrew, who has been standing back silently. "AJ…" He walks over to her.

Sam looks up from the phone. "That message is four months old."

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?" Dean asks.

Sam nods. "Yeah."

"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?" Sam glances over at Jamie and Andrew. Jamie is shaking her head.

"No, but Andrew and I know who she is. She's a hunter, she runs a salon called the Roadhouse."

Sam nods. "Yeah, Jamie's right. I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address."

Andrew shrugs. "Well, let's go." He looks at the Winchester siblings expectantly, especially Dean.

Dean finally nods. He glances at his baby and then to Jamie and Sam. "Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars."

In a beat-up, poorly maintained minivan, Dean, Jamie, Andrew and Sam pull up to the Roadhouse Saloon. Dean is obviously frustrated with the car. "This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" Sam snickerers, looking at Jamie and Andrew who shake their heads, trying to hide their smirks. Dean shoots his siblings a dirty look as the four of them get out.

"Sorry Dean. Truck wouldn't fit all four of us." She tells him, handing him his gun. Dean opens his mouth to complain some more but Sam's voice stops him.

"It's the only car Bobby had running."

"Guys. Let's just find Ellen, alright?" Andrew pulls out his shot gun and throws Jamie her leather jacket. They start looking around. "Jo?"

"Hello? Anybody here?" Sam calls.

"Ellen?"

Dean turns to Sam. "Hey. You bring the, uh…"

Sam nods knowlingly. "Of course." He tosses something to Dean, who catches it. They open the door and go inside. The saloon is quiet except for a fly buzzing. A light bulb blows out. They go to the back and see a man passed out on the bar. Sam goes over to him.

"Hey, buddy?" He pauses. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen." Andrew goes over to him and Sam and puts his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Ash. Ash wake up." He tries to shake the man awake.

Dean smirks. "Yeah."

Jamie sighs, looking around. She takes her handgun out from her jeans. "Where are they?" She and Andrew go back outside. Sam goes into a back room, looking around. Dean goes down the steps, then pauses as he feels the point of a gun touch his back.

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle." He raises his hands. The gun cocks. The owner is a slim blonde girl about the same age as Jamie and Sam.

"No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move." She tells him.

Dean snickers softly. "Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do..."
He turns fluidly, grabbing the rifle and cocking it."That."

Jo punches him in the face and takes back the rifle. Dean doubles over, clutching his nose. "Sam! Jamie! Need some help in here." He starts muttering. "I can't see, I can't even see."

Andrew kicks the door in and Jo turns her rifle on him and Jamie, who enter with their guns drawn. The back door opens to reveal Sam, both hands on his head. He enters slowly. "Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up." He tells Dean, and then glances to Andrew and Jamie who are slowly entering the room. Sam nods his head, indicating Ellen, who is behind him with a handgun pointed at his head.

"Hello Ellen." Jamie calls.

"Jamie?" She asks. "AJ?" She looks at them and then at Sam and Dean. "Sam? Dean? Winchester?"

Dean, Jamie, and Sam all answer at the same time. "Yeah."

"Son of a bitch." Ellen smirks, lowering her gun. Jamie and Andrew lower theirs.

"Jo, you can take the gun off my brother now, please." Jamie says. Jo looks at her and then toward her mother.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks.

Ellen nods. "Yeah, these must be John Winchester's boys. Jamie's his daughter and Andrew is her boyfriend." She laughs. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo."

Jo finally lowers her rifle, and Dean smiles at her. "Hey."

Dean looks at her. "You're not gonna hit me again, are you?"

Ellen goes behind the bar and hands Dean a small towel filled with ice. He, Sam, Jamie, and Andrew are all sitting around the bar. "Here you go."

Dean nods, taking it. "Thanks. You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?"

"Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it."

Dean looks surprised. "What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who, who are you? How do you know about all this?"

Jamie looks at her brother. "Dean." She shoves his arm. "Sorry Ellen."

Ellen puts her hands up. "Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."

"How do you know our sister?" Sam asks, trying to dissolve the tension. "And Andrew."

"Andrew and his dad and brother passed through here a couple times. Jamie…or should I say Jace. I reached out to her trying to get ahold of John." Ellen looks at Jamie and smiles.

Jamie smiles back. "She helped me find you two."

Dean shakes his head. "That's all well and good, but how come Dad never mentioned you before?"

Ellen shakes her head. "You'd have to ask him that."

"So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean asks. Jamie shoves him again.

Ellen has about had enough of Dean's attitude. "Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if..." She stops, realizing. She looks at Jamie. Jamie turns her head and leans into Andrew. "He didn't send you." Dean looks down, then back at Sam. "He's all right, isn't he? Jamie, he's alright?" Jamie shakes her head.

Sam speaks up. "No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right." Dean tells her.

Ellen looks at him. "Really? I know how close you and your dad were."

"Really, lady, I'm fine."

"Well be alright, Ellen. But we are kind of on our own now." Jamie says.

Sam nods. "So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get."

Ellen nods. "Well, we can't. But Ash will."

"Ash?" Andrew asks, looking across the bar.

Sam looks at Andrew confused. "Who's Ash? You mean…"

Ellen looks over. "Ash!" The man passed out on the bar jerks awake and sits up, flailing.

"What? It closin' time?" He asks.

"That's Ash." Andrew tells Sam.

"Mm-hmm. He's a genius." Jo tells them.

A brown folder is slapped down on the bar; Sam and Ash are sitting, Dean is standing behind them with Jamie and Andrew. Jo is on the other side of the bar pouring glasses of water.

Dean looks down. "You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie."

Ash snickers. "I like you."

"Thanks."

Jo rolls her eyes. "Just give him a chance."

"Yeah, don't judge a book by its cover, big brother." Jamie tells him. Dean sits and opens the folder.

"All right. This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Ash pulls out the papers and starts rifling through them. He shakes his head.

"Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

Sam and Jamie look at each other and then at Ash. "Our dad could."

"There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun." Ash tells them.

"Well I'm impressed." Jamie smirks.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me... fifty one hours." He gets up to leave.

Dean stops him. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah?"

Dean hesitates. "I, uh, I dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back." As he leaves, Jo walks by, flirting a little with Dean. He checks her out tiredly, then gets up to follow her. Jamie and Andrew turn to each other and sit down. Sam sees something behind the bar.

"Hey, Ellen, what is that?" Sam asks.

"It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things, we..."

Sam shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, the, um, the folder."

"Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want."

She takes a folder from the wall and places it in front of same. It has some newspaper clippings attached to the front, and on the front, in red marker:

COUPLE MURDERED
CHILD LEFT ALIVE
MEDFORD, WISC.

Sam looks at it and then reaches over and touches Jamie. She looks over at him and then gets up and moves closer. Andrew leans in. "Jamie?" Sam asks. Jamie closes her eyes and touches the clipping. She gets flashes of a creepy looking clown. She sees a little girl. She sees the couple murdered. She sees the creepy clown again and nearly jumps out of her chair as she opens her eyes. "Jamie?" Sam asks again. Ellen stares at her.

"You're a psychic?" Ellen asks. "Your daddy never mentioned that."

"He didn't know." Jamie says breathing deeply. She shivers. Andrew puts his arms around her. "God…"

"What?" Sam asks.

"Well you definitely have something here. Something pretty creepy too." She tells him.

"You gonna check it out?" Ellen asks. Sam nods. He gets up and goes over to the window where Dean is sitting down by JO.

"Dean, come here, check this out."

"Yeah."

Dean and Sam walk back over to the bar where the folder is. "A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt. Jamie had a few flashes of the murdered couple. She's pretty sure it's supernatural."

Dean looks unimpressed. "Yeah. So?"

"So, you should check it out." Jamie tells him.

Dean sighs. "Alright let's go." Dean and Sam start to go out the door. Andrew gets up to follow them but Jamie stays in her seat. "Jamie?" Dean asks, realizing his sister isn't following them.

"I'm not going." She says softly.

"What?" Sam asks.

"I uh…I'm gonna help Ash. Or something."

"Honey, what's the matter?" Andrew asks, going back and sitting next to her.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I just…I'm gonna sit this one out. You go. Go if you want." Jamie tells him.

"No, it's fine. Besides, the guys are gonna need research done anyway. We'll stay here and piece this out." He turns back to Sam and Dean. "I'll grab my laptop and Jamie's stuff and we'll set up shop."

Sam and Dean look at each other and sigh. Andrew follows them out to the minivan.

Awhile later Jamie and Andrew are sitting at a table. There's a laptop open and several books and newspapers are scattered around them. Ellen brings them two plates of food.

"Here ya go. Late, late night special. Early breakfast." Jamie and Andrew smile tiredly. "You two sure you don't want me to put you up for a few hours? I've got a spare bed up at the house."

"We're fine, Ellen. Thanks." Andrew tells her.

"Alright. You know where to find me." Ellen tells them, walking away. Jamie absently mindedly picks at her food while reading an article. Andrew glances at the laptop screen and then at her.

"Jamie what's wrong? You've been quiet for hours." Jamie looks up at him for a moment and then sighs. "I know you're terrified of clowns, but isn't Sam the same way? What's holding you back?"

Jamie sighs again and gets up. "Don't tell Dean, alright?" Andrew nods. "When I was 14 I ran away from the convent for a month with this carnie. He was…heh, all kinds of wrong for me, but he…offered me freedom, a chance to get away. So for a month I pretended I was 18 and I breathed fire. And then one night we were packing up, and he…he was high or drunk or something, but he grabbed me and put me against the wall. And he was wearing his crown outfit. I kicked and tried to scream and then all of sudden there was a knife in his neck. It was my knife, my hunter's knife. He dropped me, fell over. My arm and shirt were covered in blood. I ran. Eventually someone found me. It was Caleb, actually. The convert must have gotten ahold of Dad somehow, told him I was missing. Caleb never told me but I'm pretty sure if he hadn't found me Dad would have come up to find me himself, and I kinda wish I would have known that because I would have ran away for real. But…I can't…I can't be there on this hunt. If that thing gets ahold got ahold of Sam or Dean…I just can't."

Andrew got up and put his arms around her. "It's okay." She hugged him back. As she pulled away one of the papers fell to the ground. She bent over to pick it up and suddenly sees a little boy in a funhouse. She has a flash of the clown again. She sees the little boy with the clown, and the clown killing his parents. She sees the clock on the wall. She screams. Andrew grabs her. "Jace! Jace open your eyes."

"There's another murder. There's another murder. It's happening right now. Oh jesus, it's happening right now and there's nothing I can do." Andrew leans in and holds her.

"There was another murder last night." It's day now. Jamie is asleep sitting at the table with her head in her arms. Andrew is leaning against the bar, talking to Dean.

"Yeah, we just found out. We're gonna try to track this thing. We're thinking maybe cursed object or something. See what the EMF says."

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Hows Jamie?"

"Exhausted."

"Yeah. Is she…ya know…"

"Yeah, she'll be fine Dean."

"Okay. Call us if you guys find anything new."

"Alright." Andrew hangs up the phone and walks over to the table. He pulls his t-shirt back on over his wifebeater and slides a sheet of paper out from underneath Jamie. He picks up a beer can and shakes it, drinking from it as he looks at the piece of paper. He puts it back down and walks into the back room where Ash is. "Hey dude."

"Hey AJ." Ash is typing away on a laptop and drinking a beer.

"How's it coming?"

"It's coming. This John Winchester must have been pretty obsessed with this demon because woah boy does he have some good stuff here."

"Yeah. Well, that demon killed his wife."

"Huh. Guess that explains it. So those boys and your girl must have been raised around this stuff. Like you and your brother."

"Yeah." He takes another swig from the beer can. "Ash, do you ever wonder about dying?"

"Why?"

"I just…Jace is a psychic and I just worry about…"

"You wanna know if you're gonna be able to handle having your girl seein your death." Ash stops typing and takes another gulp of his beer before turning to Andrew.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Aje we all gotta go sometime. But uh, just be careful." Andrew nods and takes another drink from his beer.

Later that night Ellen has finally convinced Jamie and Andrew to sleep in her spare bed. Jamie has a vision of the clown with a little girl. She sees it enter the little girl's house and then wakes up screaming. Andrew is jolted away and clamps his hand over her mouth. "Shh. Don't wake up Ellen and Jo." He looks at her. She breaths deeply and sighs. He puts his arms around her for a moment and then reaches over for her phone. He dials Dean's number and puts it on speaker. "Dean?"

"Yeah."

"Dean where are you?"

"Staking out a place."

"He'll be there Dean. I saw it. Be careful. "

"Thanks for the heads up. Talk to you soon."

Dean hangs up. Jamie curls back under the covers. Andrew puts his arms around her and pulls her in close.

Early the next morning Jamie's phone goes off. She picks it up groggily and looks at it. The caller id says "Sammy" She answers it. "Sam?" She asks with a yawn.

"Jamie. We caught up with it last night. Dean shot it with rock salt and it's not a spirit."

"Damnit." Jamie sighs. She looks back at Andrew.

"Ellen?" Andrew gets out of bed and calls for Ellen. She comes to the door and looks in on Jamie.

"What's going on."

"It's Sam. Here, talk to him." Jamie gets out of bed and hands the phone to Ellen. She and Andrew pull their books and John's journal. Andrew flips it open to a page labeled "Rakshasa." Jamie looks at and shudders.

"Ellen, it's a Rakshasa." She says bringing the book over to her. Ellen repeats this to Sam.

"Sam honey, it's an ancient hindu lore creature. They feed on human flesh, appear in human form."

Jamie leans in. "They can't enter a house without being invited."

"You have to be careful because they can make themselves invisible." Ellen tells him. Jamie points to the part of the page about a brass knife. "You have to use a brass knife to kill it."

Jamie moves to speak into the phone. "Sam, you and Dean be careful."

A little bit later Jamie and Andrew are back in the bar, dressed, and cleaning up their books and research. "I'll never get used to putting things away. I burn everything."

"I was wondering what happened to all my stuff on those ghosts in Kansas city." They laugh. Ash comes out. "Hey Ash."

"Hey. Your brothers back yet?" Jamie shakes her head. "Well I'm ready whenever they get back."

"You found a way to track the demon?"

"Of course I did. I told you I would."

"Never doubted ya, Ash. I swear." Andrew holds his hands up innocently. Jamie elbows him in the ribs.

Dean and Sam come back a few hours later and take a seat at the bar; Ellen lays down a couple of beers. Jamie and Andrew take a seat beside them.

"You boys did a hell of a job. Your dad would be proud." Ellen tells Sam and Dean.

Sam nods. "Thanks."

Jamie stares at Sam and Dean. Dean reaches over and puts his arm over her shoulder. He smirks and she smiles. He lets go of her and she gets up. Andrew gets up and they move over to the pool table. Jo sits down in Jamie's vacated chair and gives Sam a look.

Sam shudders. "Oh yeah, um, I've gotta... uh, I've gotta go. Over there. Right now."

Across the room Andrew and Jamie snicker. "Come play pool with us, Sam." Andrew tells him. Jamie picks up another pool stick and gestures for him to come over. Bits of Jo and Dean's conversation spill over the twack of pool balls. The back door opens and Ash enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop.

"Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya." He looks at Sam and then over to Dean.

Sam shakes his head. "We were working a job, Ash. Clowns?"

"Clowns? What the f-"

"Come on, Ash I told ya they were working." Andrew says, walking around the table. Dean shakes his head.

"You got something for us, Ash?"

Ash sets the laptop down on a table. It looks homemade, with exposed wiring. Jamie looks at and raises an eyebrow.

"Ash you're a genius or a nutjob." She looks at him and he smirks, cocking an eyebrow and winking at her.

Sam examines the laptop and then turns to Ash. "Did you find the demon?"

Ash shakes his head. "It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie."

"English, Ash." Andrew tells him, giving him a serious look.

Sam scratches his head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world. my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm."

Deam reaches for the laptop. Ash gives him a look.

"Do you mind...yeah." Dean pulls the laptop towards him.

Sam is impressed. "Ash, where did you learn to do all this?"

"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting."

"M.I.T.?"

Jamie and Andrew turn to Sam and shake their heads.

"It's a school in Boston." Ash tells them.

Dean looks up. "Okay. You give us a call as soon as you know something?"

Ash nods. "Si, si, compadre."

Dean looks at Jamie and Andrew. "You two ready to hit the road?" They nod. Dean takes another sip of his beer, then sets it down. Ash picks it up. Dean, Jamie, Andrew, and Sam get up to leave.

Ellen stops them. "Hey, listen, Sam, Dean, if you boys need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back. And Jamie, AJ, you two are welcome any time."

Dean looks at her. "Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish. "

Ellen nods. "Okay."

Dean and Sam go to the door. Jamie hugs Ellen.

"Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome, sweetie. Any time, you two look me up. You'll know where I'll be." She smiles. Jamie and Andrew nod and head out after Dean and Sam.

Back at Bobby's Jamie and Andrew are packing the truck. She sends Andrew into the house for the last bit of stuff and walks across the Junkyard to where Dean is working on the car and Sam pacing nearby. She stops and stands a few feet away, listening to their conversation.

"You were right." Sam tells Dean.

"About what?"

"About me and dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it's too little. It's too late." Sam pauses. Jamie walks towards them. Sam looks up at her and then looks at Dean. "I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know." He looks down again and then moves away. "I'll let you get back to work."

Sam walks past Jamie and heads towards the house. Jamie stands in the same spot, looking back at him. She slowly turns toward Dean. Dean is still for a moment. He picks up a crowbar and smashes the window of a nearby car. Jamie shudders. Then he starts slamming it into the trunk of his own car, over and over. It clatters to the ground, and Dean looks after where Sam has gone, lip trembling. Jamie hurries over and throws herself into his arms. Without a word he wraps his arms around her and holds her close to him.

"What if I can't save him?" He finally asks her, pulling back just a little. She pulls back and stares into his eyes.

"What if you can't kill him?"