Newport – Rhode Island – 1:57pm

Hannah led Dean and Sam to her study and sat them down on the leather couches next to her father's desk.

"Sam, why don't tell us exactly what happened in your dream, it may help us prepare." she said reaching over a grabbing a legal pad and a pen.

"Well I don't really remember a lot." said Sam, not wanting to lie, but not comfortable about revealing the truth.

"All I can remember is impressions mostly. I got the strong sense of a demon called Asbeel."

Hannah looked long at hard at Sam as if she was considering what he was saying.

"What?" said Sam, feeling his anger rise "Don't you believe me?"

Hannah looked away quickly, "No it's not you I disbelieve Sam. I'm just really dubious about any information that we get in the dream state now. I mean we have something out there that can manipulate the dream state and those in it in a way I've never even heard about before."

"Look" said Sam feeling the blood rush to colour his cheeks "This was different. I've had dreams like this before. I know the difference."

Hannah looked up in surprise.

"So precognitive dreaming is something that you have been able to do for a while?" she asked, her voice purely academic, but Sam couldn't help but hear accusation in her tone.

Before he could respond, Dean piped up "Yeah, his visions started out mostly as dreams and then they happened more and more often when he was awake."

Hannah nodded in interest and jotted down a few notes on the legal pad.

"What are you writing?" asked Sam, agitatedly.

"Oh, I take notes." said Hannah dismissively "I'm a compulsive note taker, if I have a pencil and paper in my hand I can't help myself."

"You said Asbeel came here?" interrupted Dean, going over the information in his head.

"I think so." said Sam, feeling his cheeks flame even hotter. If it had been Dean on his own, Sam told himself he wouldn't have any problems with openly discussing the information with him, but because Hannah was here and Sam still held some reservations about her, he was able to justify the deception to himself.

"Like I said, I just got a sense of Asbeel and it bought one of the chosen from another generation."

Hannah's ears pricked at that. "There are other chosen?" she asked

"Yeah" said Sam looking at Dean. He had made the assumption that Dean had told Hannah everything, but it would appear that he had missed some details out.

"The yellow eyed demon said that I was his favourite from this generation, but there were others." said Sam

"How many?" asked Hannah emphatically

Sam looked slightly shocked "I don't know?"

"What's freaking you out Doc?" said Dean watching her agitation.

Hannah rubbed a hand over her face and winced as she caught the swollen flesh of her eye.

"The defences here are all geared towards protection against a demonic attack, but they were never designed to stop an enhanced human being like Sam. If there are others out there with his power, the grimoires are vulnerable."

Both Dean and Sam looked at each other as the impact of what Hannah was saying hit them.

"They would still have to get through the normal security that you have right?" said Dean

Hannah nodded her head "But given their abilities, I honestly don't know how much of an obstacle that would present?"

"Perhaps we should destroy them then?" said Dean and was relieved when both Sam and the Doc piped up in unison to dismiss that as an option.

"We just need to take more precautions. I think we need more eyes." said Hannah

"What do you mean?" asked Dean sitting forward on the sofa.

"Well you obviously can't stay here full time anymore than I can." said Hannah pushing her hair out of her face "I was going to give Adam a call."

Dean let out a troubled breath, his face showing every aspect of how unhappy he was about that idea. "I thought you didn't want to involve him."

"I don't" said Hannah quietly "I really don't, but we are rapidly running out of options. We're facing an army and while I know you have contacts and friends out there, we are grossly outnumbered, and if what you said is true, and there are others out there with Sam's abilities, then we are grossly outgunned."

Dean didn't like the idea of involving another person, but Hannah was right, they would need to build their ranks if they were going to have any chance of standing up against an army, so he kept all of his objections silent.

Hannah made the call, and within the hour the ex-marine was sitting in Hannah's study listening to Hannah as she bought him up to speed on what was going on. Both Winchester's noted that she was strategically evasive about how all of them came to be involved in hunting, but she told Adam about the grimoires and about Mike, and the events that had happened earlier.

After she had finished speaking Hannah paused watching the older man as he processed all the information that she had given him. He nodded once "Alright then." he said in his whisky and cigarettes voice "How do we kill them?" was all he asked.

Sam and Dean exchanged rather surprised looks. Given that he had been told that demons walked freely among them and a war of world ending potential was starting, he seemed to be taken it all in stride.

Sam couldn't help but laugh a little "Forgive me for saying so." he said to the old marine"But you're taking all this rather well. I mean most other people would probably be freaking out about now."

Adam cleared his throat slightly "Son, I have lived my entire life by two codes, the United States Marine Core Code of Conduct and the Holy Bible. I read the bible, not because I think it's a hell of a good yarn, but because I believe in it and you can't believe in the words of God Almighty and ignore the fact that even he has enemies just because it doesn't give you warm fuzzies."

"Fair enough" said Dean trying to curtail a smile from curling his lip "Gunnery Sergeant?"

It was hard to tell if the look on Adam's face was impressed by Dean's knowledge of military ranks or insulted by his incorrect assessment. In fact it showed a little bit of both, until the side of Adam's lip tilted up in a close approximation of a smile to show he was more impressed.

"Sergeant Major actually… but most people who knew me just called me Sarg."

"Alright then Sarg." said Dean, trying to keep his tone light in the face of the intimidating presence that Andy exuded "Why don't you and me discuss the finer points of demon arse kickery, while these two geniuses come up with a plan to save our collective asses?"

"Finally!" said Adam "Someone who speaks my language."

Dean rose and ushered Adam out of Hannah's study but before he made it to the door Sam called out to him.

"Dean, if you're going up stairs, could you grab my laptop for me please?"

Dean did a deep curtsey with a fake smile plastered to his face. "Yes Massa. Isa be getting it for you directly sir." he said "Just make sure you keep it away from Madame Fritz over there."

When Sam looked at him questioningly, Dean pointed to Hannah who smiled nervously at Sam.

"Ahh!" said Adam as if he had some grand epiphany "That's what all the kettles are about. I just thought she had OCD or something?"

Hannah could hear Dean's laughter as he climbed the stairs, and Sam had to work hard not to laugh at the peeved face that Hannah pulled at that little revelation. Then as if it suddenly dawned on him, Sam sobered finding himself alone with Hannah.

"Ok" he said "So where do we start?" he asked standing up from the sofa so that he could use his superior height.

He wasn't sure where all this suspicion came from. She had answered all of his questions and been very forthright with him, but still he sensed something about her, that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It unsettled him.

Hannah followed his movements with scrutinising eyes. "Well, the first reference to Asbeel that I know of is from the first book of Enoch" she said moving over to her book shelves, she slid the ladder around then climbed to one of the upper shelves and pulled a large leather bound volume down.

As she was climbing down Dean came back into the study and handed Sam his laptop then disappeared without a word.

"Should I set up outside?" said Sam, not wanting to interrupt Hannah who had become quickly engrossed in her book.

She looked up looking slightly surprised as if she had forgotten that he was in the room with her.

"Um no" she said mentally having to change pace "Why don't you set up at the desk, the signal from the router tends to be the best there."

Sam looked at her surprised. "I didn't think you would be wireless here?"

"I might blow them up on occasion, but I still have need of computers." she said returning her attention back to her book. "I have found the reference here, why don't you jump on the net and see if you can get any other references and we'll cross reference those. Somewhere in the middle we might find some truth."

Sam sat in the plush chair, plugging the laptop into a power board hidden beside Hannah's desk.

"And the second was named Asbeel: he imparted to the holy sons of God evil counsel, and led them astray so that they defiled their bodies with the daughters of men." Hannah read slowly.

"That doesn't sound good." said Sam watching as Hannah pulled several more volumes out of the book shelf.

"No it doesn't" said Hannah absently thumbing through a thick volume "But it sounds consistent with what happened to Mike, wouldn't you say?"

Sam didn't reply as he turned Hannah's words over in his head. Yes it did sound consistent with what had happened with Mike, and he had started speaking with the entity in his dreams after Mike had removed Hannah from his psyche. Could the entity in his dreams be Asbeel?, And if so, why had he warned Sam that he was coming?

"There could be other demons with that power though right?" said Sam "It is unlikely that Asbeel is unique like that?"

Hannah looked up at Sam over the edge of her book "To be honest, there are so many books about the hierarchy of demons and the 'whose who' of hell, that it would be very hard to say definitively one way or another. For all we know every demon has that capability. Your yellow eyed demon used the dream state to talk with you right?"

"Yeah but not exclusively" said Sam, looking at his internet search and mulling over what Hannah had to say "It was like he used that state if he wanted to talk with us privately or he needed to show us something."

Hannah looked up at him sharply "Show you something? What do you mean?"

Sam realised his mistake immediately. He hadn't told Hannah about the fact that the yellow eyed demon had showed him the night that his mother had died. For that matter he hadn't even shared that detail with Dean. He didn't know what the implications of his mother recognising the yellow eyed demon were, but he hadn't wanted to burden Dean with it. He had also been too ashamed of the fact that he had demon blood in his veins so he had kept quiet about that whole episode.

Sam thought quickly about how he was going to redirect Hannah's piqued interest. He had found that the best lies where those that were mostly true, so he decided to go with a truth…of a kind.

"Before Jess died, I had dreams of how she was going to die. In the ghost town the yellow eyed demon said that he had sent them to me, to get me on the road and trained for the competition."

Sam hated himself at that moment. Not only had he lied, but he had used Jessica's memory to do it. Hannah felt the waves of self loathing coming off Sam and realised that he still carried a huge amount of guilt about the death of his girlfriend. That she certainly understood intimately. Her face softened.

"I'm sorry Sam." she said with a gentle smile and then returned her attention back to her book.

Internally, Sam felt the tension release out of his shoulders as Hannah returned her scrutiny to something other than him. He shook his head as he thought on his actions. Necessity had meant that he had to be devious in the past, hiding his family and their trade from his friends and loved ones, but he had done that by being deliberately evasive. Now he was outright lying…this wasn't like him or at least it didn't used to be like him.

Sam refocused his attention on his internet search, pushing those troubling thoughts aside. Hannah settled into one of the couches, spreading her books across the coffee table and balancing a legal pad on her lap as she took notes.


Adam flipped through the pages of John Winchester's journal, looking at the diagrams of the various beasts and supernatural beings that he had recorded on the pages within it.

"The angels and demons I could deal with, but now you're telling me that ghosts and goblins are real too?"

"And Vampires and Witches and Werewolves...Oh my!" said Dean as he made a fresh pot of coffee.

"And all require different methods to kill them?" asked Adam looking over the top of the reading glasses that sat on his nose.

"That's right." said Dean "And not all of them you can attack directly. Take demons for instance, they take up residence in some poor human. When a demon attacks there is still some poor slob conscious under there."

"Damn" said Adam clicking his tongue "and here I was thinking that we could just smite all those sons-of-bitches."

"Sadly no." Dean replied, pouring two mugs of strong black coffee.

"You say your dad taught you all of this?" asked Adam flicking back through the journal.

"Yep." Dean took a sip of his coffee and shook his head slightly as the rich coffee taste hit the back of his throat. "That's the stuff." he muttered.

"Will you forgive me asking why? I know Hannah was kind of cagey about that, but I am curious."

"My mother was killed by a demon." said Dean flatly, waiting for the familiar ache that always tore through him whenever he discussed or thought about those events.

"Oh." said Adam slightly uncomfortably "I'm sorry."

Dean smiled at him. Despite his crabby countenance; Dean couldn't help liking the Sarg. He was a straight shooting, no nonsense, mean talking man of action and Dean understood him. In many ways he reminded Dean of his father.

"Your dad had some training didn't he? What was he? Ranger?" asked Adam, running his fingers over some co-ordinates that John had scratched into one of the pages.

"Marines actually" replied Dean

Adam sat back in his chair, looking at Dean with new eyes "Hell" he said with humour in his voice "your stock just went up with me boy."

Dean snickered slightly and nodded in acknowledgement. For men like Adam, that was as close to a compliment as you were ever likely to get.

"Winchester?" Adam said tapping his chin as he rolled the name through his memory.

"Yeah, John Winchester." said Dean, his interest piqued in case Adam may have known his father. He had never spoken to anyone who had known his father prior to his mother's death and he was interested to hear what the man had been like.

"I don't recall any Winchester's" he said sounding slightly disappointed "Any idea where he was stationed?"

Dean shrugged slightly "I'm afraid after my Mom died, we kind of lost track of those sorts of details. Dad didn't speak too much about his time in the marines, unless it was to teach us something."

Adam nodded knowingly as Dean spoke. "He must have trained you well, you're both still alive."

Dean resisted the temptation to tell the Sarg about the times where he had come close or had actually died, he just accepted the compliment without comment.

"What about you Sarg. You got a family?"

The look on Adam's face was almost like he had tasted something bad at the mention of a family, so Dean could only conclude that Adam was not really living in domestic bliss.

"I got an alimony cheque and two offspring who wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire…does that count?"

Dean smiled at Adam's colourful description, even though he felt quite bad for the older man. It must be hard to dedicate your whole life to a cause and have nothing but memories at the end of it.

"I'm sorry" said Dean quietly.

"Oh hell" said Adam dismissively "I'm not. They're better off without me. When you've been a soldier for as long as I have, the only thing you know how to do is fight, which is great for wars but not so good for families. That's why I'm glad Hannah bought me in, at least I can spend the rest of my days doing something worthwhile."

Interested in hearing this tale, Dean lent on the breakfast counter opposite where Adam sat "So how did you meet the Doc?"

Adam looked at Dean for a moment, closing John's journal and sliding it towards him over the breakfast counter. "A little over a year ago, I got my marching orders from the core. I have to wear spectacles when I read you see, and apparently that affects my ability to identify and kill the enemy deader than hell."

Dean heard the bitterness in Adam's voice; both men understood that being discharged on account of requiring reading glasses was just an excuse to get him out of the core and a paltry one at that.

"I was kicking about, drinking too much, you know… making a general nuisance of myself. Anyway, I got kicked out of this bar in Tulsa at some ungodly hour, when I noticed this woman standing in front of her car, talking calm as can be to this group of thugs."

Adam paused taking a sip of his coffee and Dean nodded seeing the image of Doc standing in front of Charlotte clearly in his head.

"Anyway, I could tell by the way they were surrounding her that this wasn't all going to end well, so I stepped in and taught them some manners."

"I'll bet." said Dean smiling at the idea of Adam beating the shit out of the thugs. The man may have been getting on in years, but he looked as strong as an ox and meaner than rattle snake.

Adam rolled his eyes "The thing was, one of those little punks got a real cheap shot in, with this bloody great big pig sticker. I didn't even notice until after it was all over, but I probably would have died then and there if Hannah hadn't put me in the car and taken me to the hospital. She was so apologetic and insisted on paying for everything." he said as if the very idea of someone looking out for a virtual stranger like that still confounded him.

"She came and visited me every day, so we got to talking and when I was released, she offered me the job and I've been here ever since."

Adam sat back on the stool quickly draining his coffee cup, much to Dean's surprise. The man must have a throat made of asbestos, because Dean could only sip at the scalding liquid.

"The funny thing is" said Adam taking a paper serviette off the breakfast counter and wiping his lips "She still thinks that I saved her life that night. She hasn't figured out yet that she actually saved mine."

"Looks like she makes a habit of that." said Dean softly and Adam's keen eyes looked up into his in understanding. Both men shared a smile of camaraderie before Adam quickly cleared his throat.

"Well I better make something to eat. I bet you all skipped lunch and if I know Hannah, she'll just forget to eat if she's researching."

Dean walked over to the pantry, pulling out a large tin of salt.

"I'll just double check the windows and door. The last thing we want is something getting in."

Dean swept through the house, checking to make sure that there were salt lines in front of all the doors and windows, then he went through a door just by the front door that lead into the large lock up garage that was nestled under one side of the house.

Flicking on the light switch by the door, Dean's jaw slackened in awe as the florescent lights flickered on, revealing his idea of a dream garage. The garage had room for three vehicles and still had plenty of space for a whole heap of very cool machinery and a sizeable workspace.

If one were to stick a cot and bathroom in the corner this would be Dean's idea of the perfect home. Dean walked over to the tall red tool chest that stood as high as his shoulder. He opened one of the draws to find a socket set beautifully laid out and protected by a moulded foam base. He whistled to himself quietly as he mentally calculated what a set of tools like this would be worth. He ran his fingers over them lovingly and the slipped the draw gently back in.

The space immediately by the door was empty, but he could imagine that is where Charlotte lived when she wasn't out on the road. The middle space had a Triumph GT6 sitting in it. Dean wasn't overly familiar with these cars. There weren't a lot of them in the States, but he could certainly appreciate it as a beautiful car. It was much smaller and sleeker than Charlotte and strangely seemed more like Hannah's car than Charlotte ever would.

Dean knew that Hannah loved Charlotte, but it was more for the connection that it gave her to her brother than anything else. Dean touched the dark green paint that had been polished into a high sheen.

"I wonder what your name is?" He asked to no one in particular as he sat back on his haunches and looked at the slick black leather interior.

The space next to the GT6 had a car lift and a pit sunk into the ground and Dean nodded in appreciation. This garage was kitted out better than a lot of mechanics he had met in his travels. This was intended for someone who was serious about their cars and Dean could appreciate the beauty and dollars that went into setting something like this up.

In one dark corner at the back next to the work bench, Dean saw a small shape covered by a tarp. He walked slowly back to the shadowed corner, lifting the tarp to see what was underneath. Dean wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but the beat up Bonneville motor bike, was certainly not it.

He pulled the tarp back further looking at the bike. It was an 'old school' bike with a fairly small engine, but unlike other motor bikes, the Bonneville body was really light, which meant that it didn't need a lot of grunt to propel it at breakneck speeds.

Some of the engine of the bike looked like it had been cleaned and rebuilt, while the oil and gas tanks still had dings and rust in them. This was definitely a work in progress, but Dean was having a hard time believing that it may in fact be one of Hannah's projects.

It just seemed so out of context to the proper, slightly rigid front that she presented to the world. It was one thing to know about cars, it was another to get your hands dirty working on them. Dean couldn't imagine Hannah dirty ever; let alone working on a car.

He pulled the tarp back over the bike and walked along the work bench. On a small shelf under the bench he found three lever arch folders, neatly labelled 'Charlotte', 'Bonnie' and 'Matilda'.

He looked up over to where the GT6 sat silently. "Well I'm guessing you're Matilda then" he said with a smile as he picked up the folder and flicked it open. The front was a complete set of technical specifications for the car and behind that was a full service history and the names of dealers and mechanics who could supply parts. Dean nodded in approval as he flicked through the folder, if nothing else the Doc was thorough.

Dean replaced the folder under the work bench and headed back into the house, making certain he drew a line of salt in front of the door as he left. If circumstances were different he would have loved to have gotten into the Bonneville or popped the hood on the GT6 and just poked around for a bit, but he had to get his head in the game.

Dean walked back into the kitchen and a pungent odour assaulted him bringing him up short at the door.

"Woo" he said putting his arm up to his face "What's that smell?"

Hannah sat at the breakfast bar, holding a tea towel to her face. "I just came up to get a cup of tea." she almost whined "And now he's torturing me."

Dean walked into the kitchen, where Adam stood in front of several steaming pots looking completely unrepentant.

"Smells bad, but heals good." he said with a slight curl to his lip.

"It would want to." said Dean, moving away from Hannah as the pungent odour made his eyes water slightly.

"Trust me kitten, I've had more black eyes than a prize fighter, and that poultice will take the swelling right out of it. I learnt it from a corporal I was stationed with in Texas; he was part Indian or Mexican or something. "

"Just as long as we're not eating it." said Dean coming to look in the pots, only to have Adam turn on him rather threateningly with a wooden spoon in hand. Dean couldn't prevent the instinct of baking up a few steps, so he went and leaned on the wall near the pantry.

Hannah sat, sullenly in her chair. Her focus tended to drift out to the deck and every time she thought on it, a lump seemed to swell in her throat. It was hard to believe that just hours before, Mike had stood upon it. She had felt so much and so much had happened that it seemed like a really long time ago, but intellectually she knew that it wasn't.

Dean could tell by her body language, that grief was still troubling the Doc. He knew the feeling, but after his drive he had resolutely pushed it out of his mind and was working hard not to let it blind him from what he needed to do. Ignoring the eye watering smell, Dean came and sat on the stool next to her.

"How's it going down there anyway?" he asked quietly, stroking her forearm where it lay on the breakfast bar.

"Tricky." said Hannah on a sigh "The references to Asbeel are few at best. We can find one consistent fact about him being a great manipulator, but beyond that nothing much. And reading with only one eye is starting to give me a headache."

"Maybe you should try and get some sleep before this evening" said Dean gently "You haven't exactly had a lot of it the last couple of days."

"You think they'll come in the evening?" said Hannah watching him out of her uncovered eye.

"Well things that go bump in the day, just aren't quite as intimidating." said Dean with a smile.

"Maybe your right" she said sounding slightly defeated "I just don't want to leave all the research to Sam."

"Well after we eat, I can help him." said Dean with a smile as if that were clearly the only reasonable option.

"Speaking of eating" said Adam "I'm almost done here, so you might want to go get your brother."

In an agile move, Dean slid from the stool and walked to the stairs where he called down to Sam.

"Sammy" he called "Food!"

He heard Sam's acknowledgement and hurried back into the kitchen, unaware of the annoyed look that Adam gave him.

"Son, if I'd wanted for you to yell for him" said Adam setting bowls out on the counter "I would have done it myself."

"Sorry" said Dean, feeling like he was ten years old again.

They heard Sam bound up on long legs up the stairs and soon he walked into the kitchen.

"Holy crap" he said as he walked in "What's that smell."

"Lunch' said Dean wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

"Shall we eat in the dinning room?" asked Adam picking up a couple of plates.

Sam, Dean and Hannah all turned to look at him in unison. There was something almost disrespectful about eating in there, since that was where they had last seen Mike alive. Their sentiment must have been plain on their faces, because Adam laid the plates on the breakfast counter and without a word, simply handed around some cutlery.

Sam sat on one of the stools next to Hannah screwing his face up at the smell coming from the compress that she held to her face.

"We might put that in the laundry while we eat." said Adam reaching over and the counter and taking the compress from Hannah. He disappeared for a moment and then came back in.

Sam and Dean had gotten into their food with gusto, but Hannah had little appetite, so she merely pushed the pasta around her plate, taking the occasional bite.

"Oh my god, Sarg." said Dean between mouthfuls "What is this? It's fantastic."

"Tortellini el fungi" he said before forking some into his mouth.

"Where the hell did you learn to make this?" said Sam barely pausing long enough to speak.

"Martha Stewart." said Adam with a touch of pride in his voice.

Both Winchester's stopped their eating abruptly and looked up at him in surprise.

"You're kidding?" said Dean trying hard to contain a smile.

"Son, for over forty years the core fed me three squares a day. When I got out the only things I could manage was canned chilli and toast. Martha's Kitchen stopped me from starving to death." Adam said without embarrassment

"Besides, I like that woman." he said with a roguish curl to his lip "She's got chutzpah."

Sam and Dean both laughed slightly but quickly returned to their meals. Dean hadn't realised just how hungry he was until he was eating.

Hannah stood up slowly taking her plate to the sink.

"What's up kitten?" asked Adam watching her through narrowing eyes "You don't like it?"

"No, it was lovely" she said quickly laying a gentle hand on the older man's shoulder "I'm just not very hungry."

"Don't let that go to waste." said Dean eagerly "We'll help you finish it."

Hannah smiled and laid her plate in front of Dean and Sam, who without hesitation hoed into their second helping of pasta.

"Please excuse me." she said, but before she could leave Adam put a firm hold on her arm.

"Go get that compress from the laundry." he looked at her earnestly "I promise you, you won't regret it."

She nodded at him and retrieved the stinking compress, before leaving them all to their meals.