Captives Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Dean was lying on his bed, eyes closed, with headphones on. Suddenly, the music playing from his headphones turned into static. Dean's eyes flew open and he immediately took off his headphones and walked out into the hallway.

"Sam! Angie!" he yelled.

Sam bolted out of his bedroom and Angela came out of the room she was sleeping in.

"Dean?" Sam and Angela called out simultaneously.

Sam and Angela rushed to Dean's bedroom but saw that it was empty. The lights throughout the bunker started to flicker.

"Dean?" Sam yelled.

Sam and Angela rushed to the main room and saw one of the chairs spinning on its own. Sam and Angela each grabbed an iron sword from the wall, an apparition following close behind them. Before they could swing around the apparition was blown to bits. The couple whipped around and Dean stood in the doorway with a smoking shotgun.

"So…" Angela trailed off.

"Yep." Dean pursed his lips. "Bunker's haunted."

~/~\~

Sam was packing rock salt rounds at the kitchen table when Dean and Angela walked in. Angela held Grace in her arms.

"How is this possible?" Dean frowned. "I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet."

"Look, I know nothing got in," Sam replied. "I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom. There's no way something came in from the outside."

"Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here," Angela concluded.

"What, dead man of letters?" Sam quirked a brow.

"No, that doesn't track." Dean shook his head. "I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in 50 years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get its spook on?"

"Must have been a more recent death," Sam suggested.

"No," Angela replied firmly, knowing what Sam was alluding to.

"How can you be so sure?" Sam countered.

"Because Dean and I burned his body ourselves," Angela replied. "It's not him."

"Okay, so you guys cremated him. We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back." Sam argued.

"Sam, I'm telling you—this ghost, it's not Kevin," Angela assured.

Suddenly, the coffeemaker next to Angela started going crazy with lights flashing on and off. Dean, Sam, and Angela stared at the coffeemaker with wide eyes.

"Kevin?" Sam asked quietly.

In response, a coffee mug next to the machine exploded.

"Ooh," Dean muttered.

~/~\~

"Anything?" Angela asked as she walked into the kitchen with Grace in her arms.

"Eh, a couple of dings. A little EMF activity, but mostly… silence." Sam replied.

"So, he's back in the veil." Angela sighed heavily.

"I guess so." Sam nodded. "Fumbling to break through. I mean, you got to figure it took Bobby months to make contact."

"Kevin's only… He's new at this." Angela whispered.

"Right." Sam nodded as he got up and took Grace from Angela. "Alright, you're up."

As Sam left the room with Grace, Angela sat down and stared at the coffeemaker.

"Kevin?" she asked softly. "Kevin. Alright, I can't do this. Coffee-buzzing, bump-in-the-night crap. I have serious things to say to you, okay? And I'm not saying them to this."

Angela got up and turned her back on the coffeemaker.

"Kevin, honey, I'm sorry." She continued. "You did not choose this life. You busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone you've loved… And your reward? Getting killed… on my watch. If I… It was on me. It was my fault, and…"

Angela closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. The lights started to flicker behind her.

"And there's nothing I can do to make that right." Her voice cracked. "I am so sorry."

Sam and Dean rushed into the kitchen.

"Hey, did you see that?" Sam questioned. "The—the lights were…"

Sam stopped and looked across the room, the ghostly apparition finally started to take shape.

"No, this is not happening," Kevin muttered to himself. "Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Angela Winchester having a self-pity session. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive."

"Kevin?" Dean asked quietly.

Kevin looked up, clearly shocked. "You can see me?"

"Hey, take it easy, Kevin," Sam replied softly. "You might not hold this form for long, okay? I-it takes a while."

"Then we should talk fast," Kevin replied.

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean stopped him. "Why aren't you in—in Heaven? I mean, if anybody deserves an express pass to paradise—

"I couldn't. I can't. No one cane. Heaven's closed for business." Kevin explained sadly. "Everyone who's died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting. And it's bad in here. Like DMV-line-times-infinity bad."

"Well, I mean, what can we do?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"I need a favor—a big one," Kevin answered.

"Okay." Sam nodded.

"Find my mother," Kevin instructed.

"Kevin," Sam replied sadly.

"Crowley only told you she was alive to mess with you," Angela added gently.

"I'm not going off his word. Alright? I have my own sources." Kevin explained. "It's crowded in the veil. All of us are stuck near the sites of our deaths. But I've been able to pass messages spirit to spirit. I made contact with another new arrival. She said she saw my mom just a week ago, alive."

"Okay, this—this spirit that you're playing ghost telephone with, I mean, what do you even know about her?" Dean raised his brows.

"Her name's Candy. Says she's in a forest in Wichita." Kevin answered.

"Candy?" Dean asked skeptically.

"That's it? That's all you got?" Sam added.

"Long-distance communication within the veil—it's not ideal. That's why I need you to go there, summon her, see what else she knows." Kevin replied before turning to Angela. "You say you want to make it right? This is how."

~/~\~

Wichita, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela were walking through the woods by a train trestle. Sam carried Grace who was bundled up in a coat, gloves, and hat.

"Alright, that's the trestle." Sam started. "Candy said her spirit was stuck nearby."

"She died here?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Angela nodded.

"What got her? A bear?" Dean scoffed lightly.

"I'm still stuck on the fact that we're trying to summon a ghost named Candy," Sam replied. "You know, just 'cause Kevin said he heard his mom is alive doesn't mean she—

"Hey, we at least owe it to the kid to try, right?" Angela interrupted.

Sam sighed and nodded. "What'd you bring?"

Angela rummaged through her bag and pulled out a radio and hung it on a nail on a tree. "Well, she's only been dead a week, right? So, I figured she could use as much help as she can get, so…" she trailed off as she pulled the coffeemaker from her bag.

"Really?" Sam quirked a brow.

"Whatever works." Angela shrugged.

~/~\~

"You feel that?" Sam asked. "I think I felt a chill."

"Yeah. It's 'cause it's cold." Dean retorted.

Angela dialed her phone and waited to leave a message. "Crowley, it's Angela. Call me when you get this."

"Really, Angela?" Sam scoffed as he adjusted Grace in his arms.

"What?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"That's your third unanswered voicemail. You ever think maybe he's just not that into you?" Sam teased.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Well, he is our last confirmed link to Ms. Tran. Yes, he is a flaming douche, but at least we know he's real."

"Which is more than we can say for this Candy no-show," Dean grumbled.

Suddenly, the radio on the tree buzzed to life and they could hear a woman's voice through the static. The three hunters jumped up to investigate.

"Candy?" Sam asked. "Are you—are you there? Is that you, Candy?"

"Hello? Hello?" Candy's voice came from the radio.

~/~\~

Dean was trying to adjust the radio buttons so they could hear Candy better.

"There. There. There. Stop. Stop. Stop." Sam said quickly. "Candy?"

"…in the box. They put me in the box." Candy's voice wavered. "All of us in boxes, side by side. Me, Jerome, Linda."

"Linda's…" Dean started.

"Ms. Tran." Sam finished.

"Candy, these boxes, where were they?" Angela asked.

"I don't know." Candy answered honestly. "They were cold. Dark. There—there was a vent. We could talk to one another."

"Okay, and the walls, can you describe them?" Sam asked.

"Bare. Cement. Except for the door." Candy replied. "That was… metal, but… like, ridged."

"Ridged?" Dean raised his brows. "You mean like corrugated?"

"Yeah!" Candy exclaimed. "I tried to lift the door, but I couldn't. Locked from the outside."

"Like a storage unit?" Dean muttered to Sam and Angela.

"Maybe." Angela nodded. "Candy, who was holding you there?"

"Two men. It was so dark in the box." Candy started. "When they came, I could barely see. The—the first guy was British, I think. Kind of short, loved hearing himself talk."

"Crowley." Sam rolled his eyes. "And what do they want?"

"Said I was worth more alive than dead. But he stopped coming." Candy's voice shook. "Then it was just the other guy. We thought with just him… we'd try to escape. I ran so hard, so far, but…"

"Candy? Candy, are you there?" Sam asked urgently. "What about Ms. Tran? Candy?"

"I don't know." Candy admitted. "Maybe she survived."

"Maybe? That's not what you told her son." Angela frowned.

"I said she was alive." Candy corrected. "I don't know what happened after. For her sake, I hope she's dead."

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I remember watching this episode for the first time and being so excited to see Kevin again. As always, thank you so much for the recent reviews. Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily