Inescapable

by rose4u

Dean swore that he would never have children, much less make them hunters. So when two siblings appear in his life, one with a gun aimed at his chest and the other possessing powers a 10 year old really shouldn't have, Dean and Sam both have their hands full. And with the chance to close the gates of Hell at their fingertips, Dean struggles to answer the following question: If he's the Dad, who contributed the other half?


Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.


Once again, thank you so much for reading this fic. I would like to thank all of those who commented: .Cookie, rosebudgirl and two other guests.

I would also like to especially thank Aryennae for leaving such a long and delicious comment. I really appreciate your advise and I fixed my typo in the previous chapter!

Thank you all once again, and happy reading!


Chapter 2: We're the Kids of the Future


"Try again," Crowley said, flicking off dry blood from underneath his fingernail. "Really boys, you know me better than that. The only deal I will accept is Raziel's pure…innocent…soul."

"Bullshit," Dean spit, angry at the ultimatum Crowley gave. He was just ready to grab the girl and Sammy, and drive away, leaving the demon trapped in the trap until he could get himself out. "Do you really think that I will—"

"No," Raz said, face set in determination before stepping forward, "I'll do it.

Dean glanced pleadingly at Sam as Raz began taking off her jacket. Sam's face was hardened, but he didn't seem to be saying much, that bastard. Dean knew just how stubborn his brother could get when it came to making sacrifices, but this was too much. She was a kid, for god's sakes! She wasn't a hunter like he and Sam were, cursed to forever sacrifice themselves for a world who just didn't care. Dean turned back to Raz as she dropped her jacket onto the floor, revealing her arms. Dean and Sam both drew a sharp breath as they saw Raz's arm littered with a number of silver scars. Some, Dean could see, were once bullet holes, leaving a pale sun and a ring of red. Others looked like claw marks. But most of them, most of the scars around her arms were a strange shimmery texture that Dean knew he had seen them before. Oh, I need an explanation. Now.

"Let's make a deal."

Crowley grinned sinisterly. He seemed unfazed by the mutilation marks and quite happy with the turn of events. In fact, his eyes were slowly making its way down Raz's scarred body, almost hungrily. If Dean didn't know any better, he would have said Crowley was checking out the fourteen year old girl, but Dean did know better. It was the same look Crowley had long time ago, back when he first gave him the Colt to kill Lucifer.

Crowley had a plan brewing in his twisted head of his. Dean just felt it in his gut.

"Raz!" Dean didn't know whether his tone was from Raz's awful stubbornness or the scars.

"I've made deals before, Dean," she said, gesturing at the scars and appearing too damn calm for a fourteen year old selling her soul to the King of Hell.

Dean had no idea what those scars meant. But if she was from the future, his head spun at the thought, then who knew what changed? Their grandfather had a hard time adjusting—

"Not with a demon," Dean replied, but made no move forward. He was in a desperate situation. He knew that one wrong thing would set Raz more firmly on a path Dean really didn't want a kid, anyone actually, to go down. Come on, kid. You don't want to do this.

"No demons?" Crowley asked, looking rather curious. "That's strange. I would think that you of all people would be frolicking with demons for sport."

"You thought wrong," she said curtly before pulling out a silver angel blade from under her shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked, as Raz poised the tip of the blade on her palm as if she were to stab herself with it.

Raz looked at Dean in confusion. Her calm exterior melted, and Dean could see the scared girl beneath the mask. Raz bit her lip, her front teeth tearing into the flesh meticulously. "I'm…making a deal?"

"Is this a future thing?" Sam asked, stepping forward as well. He had to admit that he wasn't as opposed to Raz's deal making; hey she had to do what she had to do. Dean had to understand that.

Raz glanced back at the blade in her hand, not looking at the brothers, "…Yes."

"So no saliva swapping?" Dean asked, still eyeing the familiar looking blade with distrust. She knows about angels. Who gave that to her?

Raz looked disgusted, before blushing as she saw Crowley's delighted expression, "You guys kissed him? I have to…kiss him?"

Crowley cleared his throat, "As much as I would love to, darling, why don't we do it your way?"

Dean was immediately on guard, "Why?" Warning bells rang in his head.

"I changed my mind." Crowley said, shrugging a bit before pointedly saying, "People can change. Anyway I don't want her soul. No point waiting years for one tiny little soul." Crowley tilted his head in acknowledgement, "I am a businessman, you see. I want something profitable, I think you can understand. I want something…else."

"What?" Dean was not liking this one bit.

"It's just that—"

"This is taking too long," Raz cut off, before stabbing herself with the angel blade. Sam took a step forward in response, trying to somehow stop her from hurting herself, but gaped as the kid carved a weird symbol on her palm. Dean hissed beside him, looking very uncomfortable about the whole thing. Sam was too. There was something…wrong…about seeing a kid bleed herself without a single flinch.

Raz looked up, holding a dripping black knife in one hand and a new wound on her other, "You realize that this deal is binding, right? You lie and you die." Raz clenched her fists together, increasingly the blood flow and smearing her life liquid all over her palm. Her eyes pierced the demon's and threatened, "Permanently. I've never made a deal with a demon before so I have no idea what's going to happen. But it will probably be painful."

"Spoken like a true hunter," Crowley said, his tone clearly sarcastic. "Already know how to threaten a demon. My, my. You are already sounding like Squirrel." Crowley suddenly turned serious, his hands clasping in front of him, "And how about my end? How do I know I will get what I want. And I do…want. Many things."

"I will probably do a Beauregard," Raz said, her face deadpanned. Sam couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. "You said you wanted to ask a question, right? I will answer it, truthfully."

Crowley grinned slowly, his teeth glistening in the dark, "Deal."

Dean, who finally got his shit together, stepped forward again, closer to the circle, "No way. Not going to happen. I don't care what—"

Dean shouted as he was thrown into the wall. He felt his vision swarm as his head hit the concrete wall hard. Dean quickly lost consciousness. The last thing he thought were a mantra of words relating to shit over and over again before he blacked out.

"Dean!" Sam shouted. He glanced around widely, looking for the attacker even though he fully knew that he wouldn't be able to see a thing. I thought we got rid of you. Sam looked at his brother before gritting out, "Crowley—you can't do this." He didn't care about the kid's well-being like Dean did. She had to do what she had to do. But to trade her brother's position with information was a bad deal. He could only imagine what the potential consequences of the information could be. "No—"

Sam was tossed back into the far right wall, an invisible force slamming his head as if it was no more than a cotton ball. Raz shouted in fright at the strange experience and turned, meaning to check on the brothers. She never experienced this; this was crazy. She was way over her head!

A voice growled behind her, "I would stay if I were you."

"I thought you couldn't use your powers if you're trapped!" Raz panicked, taking a stumbling step back. The brothers were right; Dean was right. She had no idea what the inhumane beast in front of her could truly do.

"Let's just say, I have…a pup at my disposal," Crowley cooed, almost with adoration. Except it wasn't. It was a sick mockery of adoration, and Raz knew it.

Raz glanced back at the brothers in fright. Dean was silent, not moving at all while Sam seemed to be slowly regaining his consciousness. The fight with the vamps must have hurt Dean more than she realized.

Sam started to groan in pain and before Raz could even look at Sam in warning, Sam's body was tackled by an invisible beast into the wall again.

"You didn't have to do that," she said outraged, turning back to Crowley once she saw that Sam was unconscious again. For a moment, she forgot that she was speaking to a demon, the King of Demons according to Sam.

"They were getting to chatty," Crowley drawled, not sounding mad at her sudden outburst. In fact, he would have liked getting to know this side of Raziel, preferably with her tied up instead of him, but Crowley was getting a little impatient. And he DID have other things to do, mind. He wasn't King for kicks. "Are we going to deal or not? Or are we going to wait until you bleed to death, as lovely as that sounds?"

Raz knew this was stupid. All her hunter training was telling her to run away as fast as she could. Run, at least, until she could find a better plan, learn all she needed to know to gas this monster of the week. It could be a trap—no it definitely was a trap. But what if Crowley told her the truth?

Raz clung to that hope, even if it was smaller than anything.

"Deal," she said before clasping her bloody wound with Crowley's hand. As soon as they shook, both players felt a force stronger than either of them glue their appendages together, making it impossible to move away. Raz felt really uncomfortable being this close to the demon, their hands joined where the demon's trap began. If Crowley pulled a little harder, she would probably stumble past the line. Trapped. With the King of Hell. The thought made her shudder.

"Interesting," Crowley muttered, staring at their hands. "Very interesting."

"Where is my brother?"

"He is in Conway Springs, Kansas," Crowley said, his eyes burning into Raz's own.

It took a while to process the information. The city name sounded familiar, which was possible, considering that she practically lived in Kansas all her life. Something clicked inside her head and Raz blinked, outraged, "But I was there a couple of days ago!"

"So?" Crowley asked, eyebrow raised. "Now…my turn."

Raz swallowed nervously. She didn't know what Crowley would ask and there were things that people—demons included—should never know. She didn't know what exactly that was, but she knew telling whatever that was wouldn't be good.

"What year did you come from?"

Raz blinked again this time incredulous, "That's it?"

"That's it."

Raz sputtered, "But why?" She was expecting him to ask about her family, or about her brother, or even make her sacrifice her first born son or something like that.

Crowley smiled smugly, "That is for me to find out…Pup."

A loud whining noise, almost like a dog, echoed through the air, scaring the crap out of Raz. Crowley sighed, before speaking into the open air, as if he was talking to someone that Raz couldn't see, "I know…but it is so perfect! Don't worry, my darling, I'll think of a new name for you!"

Raz gaped and tried to step back, only to remember that she was temporarily stuck with the demon, "Is there…shit...do you have an invisible dog?"

Crowley's mouth twitched in amusement. Usually, he would have found this kind of innocence boring. But coming from this particular girl from a certain special family, well…it was hilarious. "Nothing to worry about, Pup. I'm sure that those denim covered monsters will tell you all about it."

Raz blanched at her new nickname and the thought that there was an invisible dog somewhere around her, "Excuse me?"

"Do you like it? It was either that or Kit, but I already used that on your dear brother."

Raz glared, temporarily lodging her fear into the back corners of her mind, "You better have not hurt my brother or…"

"Or what?" Crowley interrupted, looking entirely too amused to be good "Burn me with your words?"

Raz stepped back as much as she could, alarmed. Crowley remarked, slyly, "Oh, yes. I know about your 'special talent.' You are…quite an interesting piece in the game. A bishop, perhaps?"

"This isn't chess, "Raz muttered, her eyes alternating between the exits and the brothers. She could possibly get away if she ran for it. But that meant leaving the two brothers behind.

No. Those two were strangers. She had no obligation to stay with them. She should run while she had the chance.

"Of course it is!" Crowley boomed, gesturing wide with his left arm. "We have all the pieces. We have Sam, the boy king. Dean, the daddy's good soldier, the pawn. And you, the special bishop."

"And we cannot forget about your little brother…Benny was it?" Crowley added, "He would make…a good Queen."

Raz's voice lowered, threatening, "He's not part of this. Any of it. The newspapers said it was 2031 when we left. "Raz pulled her hand away from Crowley's grasp and coldly said, "Now leave."

Crowley watched in fascination as the symbol burned into his palm. It was extremely painful and he would have screamed if it wasn't for the fact that he was a demon, a powerful one at that. He glanced back at the girl, who was trying to act fearless and unshaken by his words.

The kid knew exactly what he was talking about, but she had no idea what it meant.

Poor, poor girl.

A large wooden beam from the ceiling crashed to the floor, breaking the devil's trap. Crowley calmly stepped out of the circle with a look of disdain.

Raz stumbled back in fright, her voice labored, and Crowley just smiled, "See you again, Pup."

And Crowley was gone.


"And then what? He just disappeared? No threats? No sassy British twang? Nothing?"

"For the last time, yes!" Raz huffed, clearly annoyed. She really should have left them the warehouse. But there was something about them, she didn't know if it was their knowledge, their muscular bodies (what? She was a hormonal teenager!), or the fact that they were so…familiar with each other. The brothers…their relationship was deep, Raz could tell. And anyone who took family seriously had a good mark in her book.

That didn't mean she trusted them with her brother's safety. Nope. Hers. Totally. But Jo's? She only trusted herself and her uncles.

Raz shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of the Impala, her butt aching from the cold seats. She sighed. Raz was exhausted, both mentally and physically from the last couple of days. For days now, she had been nonstop on the go, walking across state borders, stealing what she needed and sleeping when she could. A fourteen year old girl just wasn't made to do these things, but Raz was a fighter.

But there were somethings she couldn't prepare for. Like meeting a demon, which by the way she thought were only myths Ben talked about to scare her from coming along on hunts—that dick, and making a deal. Oh, dad was going to be so livid when he heard that she made another deal again.

But she couldn't help it! It wasn't her fault that making deals seemed to run in the family; after all she learned from the very best.

Raz smiled bitterly as she watched the trees flash by. Dad. How could one word bring so many hateful but good thoughts into her head?

But she was doing this all for Dad. Always for Dad.

Remember Raz. Rule number one. Shoot first, ask questions later. Protect Benny.

Raz shrunk in her seat, the foreboding words Crowley uttered echoed in her mind.

Crowley was right. It did affect her more than she cared to admit.

"Something stinks," Dean said, shaking his head as he drove. "No way would Crowley just leave. When has that bast—" Sam coughed meaningfully, shooting a look at Raz in the back seat. Dean rolled his eyes, "When has that…not-nice-man ever helped us?"

Sam sighed at Dean's attempt, "Maybe he did get what he wanted," Sam replied before turning around to ask Raz, "So, you just said you were from 2031—"

"Which is fricken trippy!" Dean interrupted.

"And," Sam stressed, "he said…"

"Conway Springs, Kansas," Raz said impatiently, "Yeah. He had an invisible dog and he just—"

"Wait. Wait! An invisible dog? Crowley had a hellhound? Didn't you already kill that bastard Sammy?"

Raz's heart sank. She said cleared her throat and cautiously said, "A hellhound? See many hellhounds lately?"

Dean shot a look at Sam before answering, "Yeah. Sam over there just loves those things."

Raz's eyes widened, looking very scared. What the hell did these guys do to get stuck with fire-and-brimstone weirdos? "Um…do you…like to hang out with monsters from the fiery depths of hell, often?"

Sam glanced behind him and saw Raz's paling face, "Don't worry. They aren't dangerous…"

"Tell that to my face," Dean muttered, his hands clenching the steering wheel tight at the reminder of his death, all those years ago.

"Anyway…" Sam tried to steer the conversation away from the topic. The poor kid was stiff as a board; he would be too, if he knew a hellhound was in the same room with him. "So he said that your brother was in Conway Springs and then—"

"He disappeared," Raz grumbled, "Just like the last 500 times I told you the story."

Dean ignored her, eyes facing the road, "Something's not right, Sam. Crowley wouldn't—"

"I'm telling the truth!" Raz shouted, sitting up and huffing. "I always did."

"Oh…like how you told the truth that you were from the future?" Dean asked, his voice rising.

Sam warned, "Dean…"

"No, Sam. She should have told us. What if Crowley used that for his own use? Huh? Twist us against each other?" Dean shut his mouth before he could add, Again?

"Dean has a point," Sam said resigned as Raz crossed her arms in response. He felt like he was the referee at a sporting match. Sam had to say he never met a kid as stubborn as Raz, except for Dean.

"Finally, he agrees," Dean said, before asking, "How did Crowley know about you anyway?"

Raz really was puzzled. How did the demon know? She really had no idea how he knew, and honest to god, she was paranoid. If he knew who she was, who knew what else he knew. Raz felt a shudder go through her spine and she wrapped her arms around her body. She suddenly felt as if someone was watching her, even though she knew that was stupid. "I really don't know. He could have seen me and Jo appear with…with my mom."

"You're brother's name is Jo, right?"

Raz rolled her eyes, trying to appear normal when honestly she just wanted to crawl up into a little ball and cry. "Yes. I can't believe you just asked me that now."

"I just thought it was strange to call a boy that," Dean shot back, remembering a certain blond girl from a long time ago.

He rather not talk about it.

"Well that's not really his name," Raz said, slouching down again. She slowly unwrapped her arms and placed them neatly on her lap. Her face lit up from the memory. "His real name is Benny. Dad decided to call him that after his friend 'back in the old days'" Raz used air quotes for emphasis, reminding Dean painfully that Raz was still, in all respect, a teenager. "Well after a while, things started getting confusing when Ben appeared. Well one day the little jerk announces that his name is Joel and he shall be called that from now on. It was pretty hilarious, actually." Raz's voice softened at the thought. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror to see Raz smile brightly and felt his own lips twitch in amusement. She was cute. For a teenager.

"Well, apparently, Benny really hated how his name was different from everyone else. You know, Uncle Gabriel, Raziel…he just started looking up names that ended with an –el."

"But Joel isn't pronounced like that…"

"I know," Raz said, her eyes far away and distant. "But Benny didn't know that. Said it like Jo-el. Me and Ben only say it now. But we just say Jo for short."

The three hunters stayed silent, each possessed in their own thoughts. The sky, which was already a pitch black, seemed like an empty void to Sam. His life, actually, seemed like an empty voice, for a long time now. He had once thought that—

"So…" Dean said, interrupting Sam's thoughts, "The future…"

"Yeah…?"

"Is there still pie?"

"Dean!" Sam said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Of all the things to ask about the future, you ask about pie."

"Gotta love me some pie," Dean answered in response before glancing back in his rearview mirror, "So…is there?"

Raz just shook her head, solemnly. "There's only cake, Dean. Pie has been considered a harmful faction of the government and the president forced all pie lovers to flee. A big pie and cake civil war occurred and cake were victorious. The cake faction destroyed all pie making factories. Now the only pies you see are the homeless people who still believe that the glorious Pie can be restored…"

Sam snorted loudly, covering his smile with his hand. Dean, on the other hand, was staring into the road in horror.

"I would rather die than live to see that happen."

"I'm joking, Dean," Raz said, shaking her head. "Yes. Pie is around. Where do you think I live in, 2233?"

"You don't?" Sam shot his question out, curious.

"No," Raz said, rolling her eyes. "That's way too far in the future for me to even dream about."

"No plans of flying the Enterprise then?" Dean joked.

"Starfleet isn't really my thing," Raz drawled, surprising Dean with her knowledge of Star Trek. "Honestly, I rather meet Spock."

"The Vulcan? You're kidding! He's an asshat!"

"He's cool! I—"

"Anyway," Sam interrupted, coughing a bit for emphasis. He rolled his eyes when Dean shot him a worried look, "The weapon… the one you used back at the nest."

"From Uncle Sam, I told you," Raz said.

"And the angel blade?"

Raz hesitated a bit before replying, "My papa gave it to me."

"Wait…your dad gave you the angel blade? I thought he didn't know—wait." Dean's eyes widened. She had called her father 'dad' earlier. Why would she call him 'papa'? "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Raz said, glaring. She sat up in her seat, trying to appear taller and more threatening, an unconscious act. "I have a dad and a papa, Got a problem with that?"

Dean coughed, looking a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. "Nope. Just… didn't think you would be the adopted type."

"I'm not." Raz said, looking insulted. "My papa was pregnant and –"

"Is that even possible?" Sam asked, his eyes wide. Dean started coughing uncontrollably.

"Is—is that a future thing?" Dean asked, once his throat cleared up.

"Er…yeah," Raz said before pleading, "Look. Can we just drop it? I said mom instead of papa in the past because I didn't want you guys to judge me…"

"No judging here, kid, "Dean said, as Sam nodded frantically. Hey, the world full of shitty things already. If anyone could find any sort of happiness, why would they try to crush that?

"Um…so," Sam said, trying to smile to defuse the tension, "What are you doing here in the past?"

Raz didn't speak but leaned against the window, her breath frosting the glass. After a moment's pause, she finally spoke, "Am…I allowed to say? I mean—time continuum crap? What if I say something and I end up not existing?"

"That only happens in movies," Dean said, brushing it off.

"Actually Dean," Sam said, turning to his brother. "Raz might be right. Remember when—"

"Hey. This isn't the direction to—"

"We're dropping you off to a friend of ours," Dean answered Raz's interrupted question, "His place is warded against any demon or angel that might have eavesdropped over your visit. You'll be safe there. Then me and Sam are going to get your brother."

"No way!" Raz shouted, leaning forward in her chair. "I'm coming with you!"

"Like hell," Dean scoffed, "Look kid. After the whole teenage defiance thing back there, there is no way that I'm trusting you to stay out of the way and where you're safe. Nope. I'm dropping you into a safeboat."

"Sam!" Raz pleaded, turning to the younger brother, "You can't seriously—"

"Dean's right," Sam said, speaking in what he hoped to be a persuasive voice. "You came to us to help you. You obviously tried your best to find him, I can see that, but sometimes you need more experience. Two healthy big adults can handle a couple of demons."

"You're sick," Raz pointed out. "Oh, don't give me that look. I saw you cough back at the motel, remember?"

Dean glanced at Sam in worry again. Sam shook his head, denying that he was ever sick, and said curtly, "It's just a cold."

"That's still a sickness," Raz pointed out before looking at Dean, "And I honestly don't trust you."

"Ditto, kid."

"I'm a hunter," Raz said, frustrated at the lack of understanding among the two brothers. "I was born and raised as a hunter. I've never met a demon before, but I'll get it. I'll learn. But my brother, Jo? He's not a hunter. Not really he's too…" Raz sighed loudly through her nose before rubbing her temples as if she had a headache, "He's special."

"Special?" Dean never liked that word. "How?"

"Doesn't matter," Raz said, changing the subject. "I'm still going with you."

"Well I'm the driver," Dean said with a voice of finality. "And driver makes the rules, passengers shut their cakehole!"

Raz looked away angrily, "You sound like my dad!"

Dean tilted his head in a semi-shrug, "Yeah well your dad must be a saint for being so—what's wrong?"

"Nothin," Raz said, defensively as she tried to relax her flinching face muscles.

There was silence. Sam didn't seem to be paying attention, probably too exhausted to follow the conversation. The fight back there and Crowley's little present must have taken a toll on him. Dean glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Raz sigh sadly before uncrossing her arms.

"Look kid…um…I'm sorry if you're dad…"

Raz rolled her eyes, "He's not dead, you idiot."

"Oh." Dean said, earning him another eye roll.

"I could have told you that Dean," Sam sassed, smiling sleepily. Dean couldn't help but smile at the picture. He missed that almost innocent sass that Sam used to have, before everything broke to pieces. To see that again in Sam…to see that again in a little girl he never knew, to see that hope in her eyes…

He really wished it would never disappear.

"OH MY GOD! TURN RIGHT!"

Dean cursed and quickly swerved to the right, causing the tires of his baby to screech against the road. Sam flung out his arm, creating a small barricade between the two front seats, preventing Raz from flying head first into the front shield. Dean slammed his foot against the break pedal, causing the car to abruptly slide and stop. All three hunters were lurched from their seats, but the two brothers braced themselves on their seats, preventing any injury.

Dean flung his head back with a snarl, "What the hell, kid?"

"Dean," Sam said resigned, pointing to the sign in the road.

Dean squinted at the sign reading 'Conway Springs', "Well, shit."

"Before you bust a vein," Raz said, speaking really fast in hopes of getting her side out before Dean could interrupt, "Look. We are here! We should just totally stay. I mean it's a waste if we go to…where are we going again?"

Dean stared grumpily at the sign. All he wanted was to get the kid, hit the bar, maybe get laid, and go to sleep. It was a long day. The kid was his responsibility, now that she was sitting in his Baby, and Dean knew he couldn't let this go until everything worked out, or everyone died. He just wanted to get this over with, but Raz was making this extremely hard for him to do so.

"She's right you know."

"You've been saying a lot of that lately," Dean sarcastically grumbled. "Thanks bro. I'm totally feeling the sibling connection here." Dean commanded, "Kids shouldn't hunt." Dean knew that Sam knew this better than anyone. Then why wasn't his brother defending him?

"Stop calling me that! I'm not a kid!"

"Kid, you're definitely a—" Dean stopped, staring off into the dark road. Dean's eyes trained on a dark object, one that did not look like anything natural. Dean mentally sighed, wondering when he would ever get a break from this madness. He made a jerky hand motion to Sam, who immediately tensed. The younger nodded, grabbing a gun from the car's compartment. Sam turned around casually to Raz, about to tell her what the hand signal meant, but was surprised to see her clutching the angel blade in her hand, her jaw clenched.

"Stay here," Dean muttered, slowly getting out of the car. He honestly didn't care at that point what the kid would do. Sam merely groaned when Raz did the complete opposite by leaving the car as well. Sam shook his head and headed out, not even bothering to tie her down.

"Is that…a head?"

Dean sarcastically said, "No. It's obviously a rack of brea—"

"Demons?" Raz quickly asked, slightly embarrassed. Dean glanced at her in amusement, before turning back to the unattached skull and flesh in the middle of the street.

"Doesn't seem like it," Sam said, his hands in his pockets as he glanced around the area. Dean tore his eyes away from the road and focused it all on the object in front of him, knowing that his brother was all ears.

Dean crouched down as well, and using a pen he found in his pocket he pushed the head's lips away and checked the teeth, "Vamp."

"Who's hunting?" Sam asked, looking at his brother.

Raz stood up, excited. The laconic air around her vanished and she said, "Could it be Jo? Did he escape? It must be Jo!"

"You're kidding," Dean stood up as well, throwing away the pen in disgust. "You said that he wasn't a hunter. And he's ten."

"So?" Raz said, her chin up in defiance. "If we follow the heads, we could find my brother!"

"I don't know…" Sam said, blinking heavily. Today was a rough day for everyone, including him. "Sounds…off."

Dean glanced at his partner, noticing the tired rings around Sam's eyes. Dean was exhausted himself but Raz seemed to be bursting with energy. "Tomorrow. We'll investigate tomorrow."

"No…now!" Raz said, appalled at the thought of wasting valuable time sleeping.

"It's late," Dean shot back, already heading toward the Impala. "There's no use in investigating now. We'll play Hansel and Gretel in the morning. He's not going to be less kidnapped in a couple of hours."

Raz huffed, but she obediently entered the car. "Only if he's dead."

Dean didn't comment, but snorted when he found Raz asleep in the backseat minutes later.