Dean awoke when small pebbles bounced off of his head and shoulders. He rolled over and glanced up. The misshapen creatures above him caused him to leap to his feet. Cackles and hoots of amusement resounded around his head.

"Look at him jump!" A demon hissed gleefully. Its arms were twice as long as it's body and dragged behind it. Another demon had dragon-like wings and a large gaping mouth that did not seemed to close. There was a third devil that had a body of a human, yet spikes protruded from the nape of its neck and ended at its lower back. This devil scowled hatefully at Dean and motioned for its evil companions to enter the cavern. The dragon, perhaps in delight, screeched; it was sharp and Dean flinched at the noise.

The Winchester glared as the trio began their descent. The lead demon floated down and landed a few feet away from him. It's eyes swirled with red clouds. Its expression was one of wrath.

"Look at it. It's pitiful, pathetic. We were replaced by them!" It snarled almost to itself. "Thrown from our home! Trapped in here because of these insects!" It howled, full of disgust. Dean crouched as he prepared for the oncoming beating.

"Rip him apart!"

"Destroy him!" Encouraged the other two. The demon that stood before Dean bared its glinting fangs.

He had no time to run. It was on him in a moment, biting him, pummeling him, ripping the flesh from his body.

Dean cried out pain and repeatedly tried to fend off the monster, but he was no match for it. Blow after blow rained down upon him. Dean closed his eyes and raised his bleeding arms over his head.

"Hey! Fallen! Get yer stinkin' carcass off that boy!" A voice bellowed. All of a sudden the weight of the demon disappeared. When Dean wiped the blood out of his eyes he saw Jeremy standing next to him. He remained silent as he watched Jeremy beat back his attacker with an impressive combination of punches. The demon fell back to the wall, cracking its head against it.

The dragon leapt towards him, but Jeremy ducked and caught its leg. With a grunt, he sent the creature flying. It crashed into its fellow demon, which had previously been using its long arms to escape. Both fell to the bottom.

"Get out of here you filth," growled the man. The two demons began scrambling to exit the area, when their leader rose to his feet and made no attempt to leave.

"I said get out," Jeremy repeated menacingly. They glared at each other. Dean fought the very persistent urge to join the two fleeting demons. He shielded his eyes as Jeremy suddenly began to glow. He couldn't see anything, but what he heard told him enough.

There was a loud sizzling noise, and then an inhuman shriek pierced the air. Dean cowered on the ground, covering his head. He remained in that position while silence fell upon the cavern.

"Well you're a brave one, aren't ya tiger?" Jeremy chuckled. With haste and embarrassment, the eldest Winchester scrambled into a less cowardly stance.

"You wasted all that water didn't you?" Questioned Jeremy, squinting his eyes. He rested his hands on his hips and waited for an answer.

"Well?" Dean nodded. Jeremy's grin was crooked as he said; "You've got a voice kid, go ahead. Use it." Dean's face flushed with embarrassment as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Y-Yes…sir."

"Huh." Jeremy glanced over his shoulder and winced at the scorched marks he had left upon the wall. His head lolled back, leaving his neck exposed, as he found the scattered remains of the demon he had massacred.

"Ah crap. Tilda's not gonna be happy," he groaned. He wearily raised his hand, and then turned away. "I'll be seeing ya kid!"

Dean became to panic as the man distanced himself from him. He went to him and lightly gripped at his plaid shirt.

"Don't leave! Stay!" He begged. Jeremy looked at him over his shoulder and frowned at the shorter man, who was giving him puppy dog eyes that rivaled Sam's. Jeremy sighed, tugging away from Dean.

"Son, I'm coming back! Aw, come on, don't give me that face!" He pleaded. "I can't stay. Now let go of my shirt. Good, good boy." Gently, he patted the top of Dean's head and vanished.

\/\/\/\/\/\/

Jeremy opened the hotel room door and strode in like he owned the place. Sam was on his feet in a moment, prepared to strike. Jeremy placed his fingertips on Sam's chest and pushed. To Sam's great surprise the light contact caused him to forcefully fall onto the bed.

"How do you do Sammy?" Chuckled Jeremy. Sam gaped at him. Who the hell was this guy?

Jeremy's eyes twinkled as he faced the smallest person in the room. His grin was full of rough charm when he greeted Matilda.

"Hello Tilda!"

"Good afternoon you insufferable fool!" She snapped back. Jeremy laughed, then leaned against a wall and appeared apologetic. Matilda's eyebrows rose at his expression of embarrassment.

"Tilda, you aren't going to be happy with me…"

"What have you done?" She interrogated. The man rubbed his chin, musing over his answer, before finally sighing, "Made my presence known down under."

Sam watched Matilda's face with fascination. In an instant it's expression and color had changed dramatically for the worse. Her cheeks blazed like ripe tomatoes and her eyes were so wide with anger, Sam thought she was going to explode.

Matilda began to violently attack Jeremy's stomach with her tiny fists. The man did his best not to laugh as she furiously pounded him. Sam viewed the entire episode in a state of complete bewilderment.

"Dow under…does he mean Hell? Or Australia?" He puzzled. Meanwhile, Jeremy's choked laughter finally burst out, only further inciting the tiny angel to more acts of violence.

"Matilda! Leave my shins alone!"

"Aaah! I'm going to demolish you! You blundering, stupid, incompetent idiot!"

"Oh Matilda, darling, you know I love it when you're angry. Ow! Not the shins!"