The darkness of the brothers' living room was temporarily scattered as three figures materialized into existence in a shower of bright blue and white lights. When the lights died down, James, Matthew, and Wesley stood in the living room, back in the dark. Matthew went and turned on a light, leaving James to hold Wesley, who was tired from having glimmered not only himself but his brothers back to their home. The combination of everything he had been forced to endure up to that point and the strain of glimmering across dimensions proved to be too much for Wesley. His body went totally limp, catching James off guard. The two of them nearly fell to the floor before James regrouped and lifted his now unconscious brother back up.

"He's out," James announced to Matthew. He carefully dragged Wesley over the debris that was still in the living room and gently laid him in a corner on the carpet.

"Take him upstairs to his room," Matthew suggested. "Don't leave him on the floor! You know how he is. He'll wake up and get pissed off and make a big deal out of it."

"Fine," James laughed. He lifted Wesley easily and hoisted him over his shoulder, walking upstairs.

Matthew sighed as he looked around the living room, still in a state of disarray. Since fighting demons earlier that day, no one had yet begun to clean up the broken pieces of everything. He started to gather the larger chunks of what used to be the coffee table and put them in a large garbage bag. He always was the one that got stuck with clean up duty. As he finished filling up a bag and tied it up, two Vestal demons rippled into the room behind him. Matthew turned around towards the door to carry the bag outside when he saw the demons, preparing to attack. One had unleashed a glob of green goo from its mouth, aimed directly at Matthew's face. He instinctively held the bag in front of him like a shield. As the goo struck the bag it began to slowly dissolve into nothing, eventually leaving Matthew holding only a scrap of plastic.

"Why don't you guys spit on the rest of the trash in here?" Matthew suggested, halfway serious. "You'd save us a lot of clean up."

He immediately took a defensive stance as he and the two demons eyed each other for a few moments. Without warning, one of the demons rippled out of the room, leaving the other standing there. He reappeared behind Matthew, the two demons now flanking him. The first demon never flinched, but Matthew seemed to have a sixth sense that told him what happened. He pulled his right fist back as if he was going to charge at that first demon. At the last minute, however, he spun on his heel and put his weight into his fist as he swung at the demon that tried to sneak behind him. The force of the blow knocked the demon back into the wall near the front door, creating a large dent. Matthew briefly shook his now throbbing hand; it was like hitting a brick, but he was not going to let that stop him. His mind trained on the original demon, Matthew took off running towards him. The demon let loose another glob of acidic saliva at Matthew hoping to stop him in his tracks. Matthew anticipated this and his body became slightly transparent as he leapt into the air. He felt the goo pass right through him; it was extremely warm and slimy, as if someone had poured warm chocolate syrup over him. As the lethal saliva continued its course, Matthew reassumed a solid state and his feet landed in the demon's midsection, knocking him into where the fireplace was. Matthew, meanwhile, landed on his back, but quickly rebounded back to his feet. He ran and grabbed the demon by the neck, putting him into a headlock. The two struggled for a few minutes, each trying to gain control of the other. Being larger, the Vestal demon eventually proved stronger and slowly stood to his feet with Matthew still holding on to his neck and hanging behind him.

Upstairs, James carefully swung Wesley from off his shoulder and onto his bed. His youngest brother's breathing was irregular and labored; James spent a while watching him, hoping things would somehow work out and suddenly return to normal. He felt awful for Wesley having to go through everything he had gone through in the past few hours. As the oldest, James assumed the role of the protector and took that responsibility very seriously. With everything that happened recently, he felt as if he had let both his brothers down for allowing things to get the way they were.

"Wes," he said softly, "I'm…I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I promise I'm gonna make this right. But we need you back with us. I need you back with us. Things aren't the same around here without you. I don't always get all emotional and mushy and stuff, but...I…well…"

A loud crash interrupted James' conversation with Wesley. He left Wesley on the bed and ran out of the bedroom, headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time, wondering what was happening now of all times. He waved his hand in the nick of time; the demon who Matthew had knocked into the front wall had launched another ball of acidic saliva at an unsuspecting Matthew, who was trying to gain the upper hand on the first demon. Instead of hitting Matthew, the saliva abruptly changed course and hit the first demon in the chest. The demon howled out in pain as he clutched his chest, now smoking. He stumbled forward as Matthew let go and delivered a kick to the demon's back, sending him crashing to the floor.

"About time you showed up," Matthew said, breathing heavily. "What the hell took you so long?"

"We've got better things to worry about," James replied, pointing at the two demons, who had regrouped and were now standing together. "Aren't they the same demons that we saw earlier at the park?"

"Yeah," Matthew said, "and they're the ones who trashed the house in the first place. I guess they're back to finish what they started."

"Ain't gonna happen," James said, cracking his knuckles.

"Remember," Matthew reminded James, "your powers don't work on them all the time."

"Damn," James said, slapping his forehead, "I forgot. Wait…isn't there a spell in the Book?"

"Yeah," Matthew answered, remembering back to when he said the spell earlier to vanquish a Vestal demon. "I don't remember it, though. I'll run and get it; you hold them off."

"You're kidding!" James exclaimed. Matthew was already headed toward the kitchen and to the door that led to the basement. He sighed as he turned back to face the two demons. "I could use Wes' help right about now…"