Pastor Jim, Missouri, Dean and Sam all sat in the living room of Jim's house, doing research. Sam and Dean looked at the same book; Sam still had a sleeping Brianna in his lap.

Pastor Jim pretended to look through the book he had, but as soon as Dean mentioned a demon with yellow eyes, he knew. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Missouri, and she nodded to him, begging him to tell the boys. Jim looked at Dean and Sam, both engrossed in a book, marking and discussing options.

"Boys," Jim said quietly.

"Yea?" Dean said, not taking his eyes from the book.

"I think I know what we're dealing with," Sam and Dean's head snapped up and looked at their friend.

"What is it? Tell us!" Sam whispered, not wanting to wake up Brianna.

"I…I think Michael's back," Jim said quietly

"No, that's impossible, I killed him," Sam almost yelled, making Brianna stir in his arms. He rubbed her back, easing her back to sleep.

"Jim, why do you think it's him?" Dean said, standing and confronting his friend.

"The Demon…Sam and I both saw him die, or we thought he did. I believe he faked his own death, per say, and now he's back for revenge," Jim said solemly.

"There is a prophesy I cam across of a demon of tremendous strength and resilience. He wants Madison to be his slave… beckoning to every wish, Brianna will be changed, not demon but not human, and live in damnation for eternity. He would torture you both mercilessly…and kill you," Jim said, deflating like a balloon. He sat in his chair, exhausted from the weight of the secret he had been carrying around.

Dean swore, pacing across the room. Sam sat on the couch, completely shocked. Never had he imagined life becoming this terrible. He couldn't imagine what the future held, and held onto Brianna tightly.

"God, why is this happening?" He whispered, starring down at the peaceful child slumbering in his arms.

Dean continued to pace. "How do we stop it?" He asked.

"I don't know if we can," Jim said quietly.

"Fuck!" Dean swore, throwing a book across the room. "Sam and Brianna are safe here right? This son of a bitch can't get them here?" Dean asked, fuming.

"This is hallowed ground Dean. No matter how strong this demon is, he can't place a foot on this ground. But that doesn't mean he can't get to anyone through another source."

Dean looked at Brianna and Sam on the couch. "Missouri, make another necklace for Sam, now please," Missouri nodded, afraid that Dean was going to explode.

"What about Madison, where is she?" Dean asked threateningly.

"I'm sure she is with him," Jim said.

"Do you think she even died?" Dean asked. Jim looked at Dean, and raised a hand to wipe over his face.

"Now with everything that's been happening…no I don't think so."

Dean was so consumed with anger and confusion he could hardly see straight. He made his way to the door.

"Dean where are you going?" Jim asked worriedly.

"To see if it's true," Dean went to the garage and found a shovel.

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He walked out to where Madison was buried and started digging. He used his anger to dig as fast as he could, not aware that Jim came out to check on him. When he hit the casket, the pushed the rest of the dirt out of the way, and started to pry the lid open.

Dean screamed and cursed; the casket was empty.

"Fuck you, you Son of a Bitch! I'll kill you!" He screamed so loud he thought his throat would rip. He raised the shovel over his head and began to bash the casket, venting his emotions.

Exhausted, Dean sat in the grave and cried. He cried for his sister, his family, and their future.

"I'll stop it. Even if it kills me."

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Inside the room they stayed in as children, they placed Brianna on a cot in between the two twin beds. There was enough room for the boys to walk between it and not awake up the sleeping child. The necklace seemed to be aiding her sleep; Brianna had not made a peep since she fell asleep.

It took a lot of convincing on Dean's part to get Sam to finally put Brianna in the cot. Sam was terrified to let the little girl out of his sight, he couldn't imagine putting her down.

"You can't hold her forever Sam. We're here and she has her necklace on, nothing can get to her."

Reluctantly, Sam agreed and covered the little girl with the blankets and set her bear under her small arm.

Both boys now laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. It tends to be a lot to deal with when you find out you could possibly be torture and meet a untimely demise. How could they get Madison back without getting trapped themselves?

Sam turned onto his side, attempting to sleep, when pressure and pain began to form in his brain. The pain steadily grew, until he finally gasped out in pain.

"Sam, you ok?"

"I…I don't know," Sam gasped, clutching his head in his hands. "Dean…help," he whispered, a vision assaulting his mind.

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Sam woke up in a small room, dirt and grim covered the walls. It was freezing and dark, only a few candles shedding light in the room. Sam looked around the room and it was about 10 feet by 15 and the ceiling was close to his head. He heard movement from his right and turning, he saw Madison asleep in the corner. She was bruised and wore this small brown frock.

"Madison!" Sam yelled, running the short distance to his sister and picking her up. Her eyes opened slowly, and smiled at Sam.

"Hey Stranger," she said quietly.