A/N: Thanks to DMRA and trenadie for the reviews. Hopefully Chapter Two doesn't disappoint. Also if you like what I have to say write a review. Those do make me write faster. ;)

Jo laid on the bed, eyes closed. She was praying for someone, anyone, to help her. Sighing, her eyes opened and fell upon the phone at her side, willing it to ring.

"Where are you, Dean?" Jo asked quietly, picking up the phone. She was about to dial the Winchesters again when suddenly the phone started ringing. Her mind raced as she raised the phone to her ear. "Hello? Sam?"

"No," a female voice replied. "However, I am a friend." Her breathing was ragged as though this call alone took too much energy.

Jo frowned. "Who is this?"

"I told you. I'm a friend."

Jo shook her head even though the woman couldn't see it. "Not good enough."

The woman sighed. "I do not have long, Joanna. I am a friend of your mother's."

Unfortunately that only gave Jo more questions. "My mom? Where is she? Is she-"

"Your mother did not return with you, for which I apologize, Joanna." The woman's breathing was only getting heavier, like she was going to pass out. "Go to Lebanon, Kansas. You'll be among friends there."

Jo shook her head. "Who's in Kansas?"

The voice sighed. "Joanna, please, do what you're told for once." Before Jo could ask any more questions the call was disconnected, and she nearly threw the phone against the wall.

"Kansas it is then," she sighed.

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Sam entered the dark room. The person bound to the chair looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Sammy," the seventeen year old girl smiled, flipping bloody brown hair out of her face. "Bring any new toys?"

The younger Winchester ignored her while pulling out the demon knife.

"Where's my brother?" the hunter asked evenly, twisting the blade in his hands.

The girl threw back her head and laughed. "You think I'm scare of that old thing? Sweetie, your brother's a hell of a lot scarier than that stick."

Without a word, Sam sliced the girl's cheek.

"You shouldn't be worried about Dean," he growled.

The girl laughed. "Oh, sweetie. You're not that scary without that demon blood pumping through you."

Sam smirked. "I've gotten plenty of my brother's messages. The answer is still no."

Castiel opened the door without knocking, making Sam turn and glare at the angel. "What?"

Castiel sighed at the sight of the bloody demon. "I must tell you something...privately."

The demon smirked. "Oh, I love secrets. Do tell Cassy boy."

Sam glared at the demon and stabbed her in the shoulder, leaving the blade there. He rolled his eyes as he followed the angel out the door. The demon smirked at the retreating Winchester, ignoring the blade in her arm.

"Didn't realize you were banging each other," she taunted but Castiel slammed the door before either could reply.

"What is it, Cas?" Sam sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. The young hunter looked exhausted. His hair was a mess, there were circle under his eyes. Castiel knew at one time the elder Winchester would feel horrible at the pain he had caused his brother. But Dean Winchester hadn't felt anything in months.

"I believe someone has been raised from perdition."

Sam perked up slightly. "But I thought the gates were closed."

Cas nodded. "Apparently they were and now they are hidden."

Sam frowned. "Hidden? Awesome."

Cas shook his head. "The gates aren't important right now. We must find the person who was raised and learn why they were brought back.

Sam nodded. "Just let me take care of her first." He opened the door and the demon started laughing but that quickly turned into screams.

A/N: Whoever could the helpful voice be? *asked sarcastically* Anywho, hope you guys are as excited as I am for chapter three. Until next time, Jo