And onward the story goes ...

Dean stared at the page from the book in front of him. It was one of a stack thatBobby had pulled out hoping that they would have some useful information about Angels. Still, Dean could barely focus on the book. The more he tried to find the information, the more his mind raced, simply trying to process everything that happened.

He heard her voice and he jumped a little.

"Yes, it was an Angel."

Jen delivered her statement flatly, in her usual style, or even perhaps more so than usual, if that was possible.

Dean's eyes widened, and he shut the book he was reading staring at Jen intently. This was what he was waiting for: some kind of confirmation, some information. He hoped it would be information.

"So, Angels are real? Do you know Angels? Why didn't you tell us before?"

Jen pressed her lips together and sat down beside Dean avoiding his eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you much. I couldn't say anything before because I was forbidden. Now that you know, I can confirm, but that's about it. You see, I have, well, a personal history with Angels, and I can't allow that to influence how you approach this situation. You need to form your own opinions."

Dean looked at her. He had dealt with her rules before, but this seemed a bit ridiculous.

"So, you aren't here to tell me anything? Do you even know why I was brought back? Do you know this Castiel?"

"Please don't ask me questions." Jen spoke quietly, and Dean could hear the break in her cool demeanor. She finally turned to him and he could see in her eyes how much she wanted to talk to him about this. He softened at her look.

"Okay, I get it. I won't ask. You can stay with us, right?"

She nodded. "I can stay. I prefer not to interact with the Angels unless absolutely necessary, so I might not always be visible, but I will be here."

Dean nodded. Whatever this was, it was much bigger than him if it affected Jen this much. He had no choice but to leave her be and do what she asked: form his own opinions. Dean sighed and shrugged at Jen.

"Well, if you aren't going to give me the Cliff's Notes, I guess I gotta read this book."

Dean cracked a smile at Jen and she smiled back carefully.

"Okay. I'm around if you need me."

"Don't worry. I'll call if I do."

Dean sat on the floor looking at Sam warily. "So, I guess that means that you believe in the devil."

Sam looked at Dean confused. "Why are you asking me all this?"

Dean was still shaken by the dream conversation with Castiel, and wasn't sure how to explain what happened to Sam. Then Sam looked up, and Dean spun around to see Jen walk in from the other room. She sat beside Dean on the floor and turned and looked at him.

"Continue." She said, nodding. Dean nodded back, with Jen beside him, he felt more confident. He knew now that what he learned was true, and he knew Sam would believe it if Jen agreed.

Sam was looking even more puzzled by the second. Dean took a deep breath and began.

"So, I talked to Castiel again, he came in a dream. He says this "raising of the witnesses" was definitely a sign of the apocalypse. It was a ... seal?" Dean tried to remember the wording and looked to Jen for approval. She nodded, and Dean continued. "And that Lillith is breaking them to bring about the Apocalypse, she has to break 66, and the last seal raises Lucifer, the Devil."

Sam's eyebrows raised in a look of shock. He paused a moment, then furrowed his brow. "Wait, she wants to raise the Devil? So, what? We're one step closer to the apocalypse? Where were your Angels?"

"Yeah, this seal was definitely broken, and apparently, according to Castiel, the Angel armies are out fighting more important seals in other places, and we are essentially on our own here." Dean started putting the whole situation together in his mind, and he found himself angry at Castiel for leaving them in a dangerous situation like that. Castiel brought Dean back, shouldn't he care about his well-being? Castiel didn't seem to care about anything.

"You know." Dean huffed. "I know we've only known about Angels for a little while, but right now, I'm starting to think Angels are just dicks. They smite and frighten and apparently don't protect people they should."

Sam clearly didn't like Dean's assertion and he frowned at his brother.

"Come on, they have to know more than us, they must have known we could handle it, and there must have been other ... seals ... they could stop. I mean, they are still Angels, right?" Sam looked to Jen, clearly hoping for reassurance about the goodness of Angels, but she wasn't responding. Sam turned back toward Dean. Dean shrugged.

"Either way, it appears we are part of a race to stop the Devil. So we better keep our eyes and ears peeled."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I guess we better." Sam paused a moment, thinking, and then he stood up and left the room. Dean knew the look on Sam's face. Sam was not happy with how Dean felt, and probably even more unhappy with Jen's reaction, or lack thereof. Dean turned back to Jen. She had to be able to say something to Sam. He knew that things were strange with her and Sam since they were apart, and he knew that Jen couldn't say much about Angels. Still, it was Jen and Sam. She had to do something. Dean raised his eyebrows at Jen.

"Are you going to ...?"

Jen cut him off. "Yes." She sighed. "I will go talk to him."

Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I'll go get dressed and, uh, stuff." Dean headed back into the bedroom, and Jen toward the door.

Sam didn't know what to feel after everything Dean had said. Mostly, it seemed to be confusion. The idea of real Angels had been a lot to take in, and now the idea of the Devil? Sam almost wouldn't even fully believe it all, being that Dean was the only one speaking to these Angels, except for Jen. She clearly confirmed Dean's story, although she was too quiet. There seemed to be something wrong about all of it, and especially with Jen's reaction to Angels. Angels are supposed to help people. Jen helps people. How come they don't work together? He wished she would just explain it all rather than give that blank stare that makes him nervous.

Sam went outside and sat on the steps of Bobby's porch trying to sort it all out.

"You probably want to talk to me." Jen's voice floated ahead of her as she came over and sat beside Sam.

Sam turned to look at her. She was incredibly perceptive. He knew that she couldn't read his mind right now. Too much had happened while she was gone and he was with Ruby, and for some reason, he didn't want her to know about any of it yet. So, he pushed her out. Still, she could tell what Sam needed. He pursed his lips for a moment, not sure how to ask her.

"Why were you so quiet in there? I mean, you have to know about Angels, and I get that you couldn't tell us before, but now that we know, you should be able to help. Give us some info, something."

Jen sighed and Sam could see sadness in her eyes, although he didn't understand why that would be.

"This is one of those cases where I need to let you find out the information on your own. Angels evoke very strong opinions in humans. You can already see that in Dean. However, you need to form those opinions as unbiased as possible, meaning that I cannot tell you what I think or what I believe they're doing. Really, I don't know much. I can't read Angels well, and my kind and their kind tend to go our separate ways. I can tell you that the facts are correct as Dean has relayed them, and for the moment, that's all I can do. You understand?"

Jen widened her eyes toward Sam questioningly. It was actually a little bit disconcerting to see Jen ask a question that she didn't already know the answer to. Sam did understand, though, so he nodded at Jen.

"Yeah, yeah I get that."

Jen smiled at Sam. "Thank you. There is something else I want to tell you while we're alone." She paused, and Sam tipped his head at her, wondering what she meant. She took in a breath and continued.

"I want to let you know that I still want to be here for you. I know things happened in the past months, lots of changes, but I know many things are still the same. I would never tell Dean anything you don't want him to know, and I won't get between you and Ruby if that's what you want. Still, you are part of my job, I'd like to try and get some work done."

Jen smiled at Sam cautiously. He was sympathetic, but still not quite ready to just open up to her. He did want to talk about the psychic powers and exorcisms, but he just couldn't do it yet, so he continued to hold back. He did take her hand from her lap and squeeze it. It was his way of saying that he heard her. He would think about it.

"Thank you, Sam." Jen dropped Sam's hand, and put her arms around him in a hug. It was their first hug in months, and Sam had forgotten how good it feels. He held on for a long moment, and tears welled in his eyes, but they didn't fall.

They finally released, and Sam smiled at Jen.

"I'm glad you're back."