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There had been very few times in her life that Ghost was as stumped as she was at that moment. This was clearly some sort of mob hit; The man was handcuffed and had a strip of duct tape covering his mouth. There was really only one way to find out what the deal was.

"I'm not gonna remove your duct tape so you're gonna have to nod for yes and shake your head for no. Have you been abducted?" Ghost asked him.

A nod.

"Okay, are you in any way evil?"

A head shake. Although, an evil person would probably say the same thing.

"Did Dean do this to you? Is he a bad person?"

Two nods.

"Lastly, if I help you out, you're not gonna kill me are you?"

A head shake, the last affirmation she needed. She helped the man out of the trunk and quickly lead him over to the tool shed beside the house.

"Stay in here until they leave, I'll come and get you after." Ghost told him as she shoved him inside and locked the door. With that done, she slammed the trunk shut and ran inside to where the others were waiting.

"Sorry, had a slight problem with the chickens, they wouldn't go to bed without a story." She lied as she found them in the living room.

"It sounded like you were talking to someone out there.." Dean said suspiciously.

"Yeah, I read them a story. So sue me."

"Uhuh...Listen, thanks for all your hospitality but Cas and I really have to get going. It was nice meeting you." Dean brushed past her on his way out the door but Cas took an extra second to say goodbye. Standing on the porch watching them leave, Ghost waved until long after the taillights were out of view, only then did she allow herself to breathe normally again. Her fingered tapped lightly on the railing as she stared at the small shed to her right. She still had no clue what she was going to do about the man in her shed.

Going back to the kitchen, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she saw all the neatly stacked, empty plates on the table; Cas had eaten everything. Dumping the dishes into the sink, she filled it fill of hot water and set about making herself a cup of tea as well. It felt better to be doing something so routine after what had just happened and she soon began to hum tunelessly to herself. The dishes were drying and she was making herself another cup of tea when the rumble of an engine outside interrupted her thoughts. She ignored it, thinking it was just some douchebag on the road, but a loud pounding on the front door made her nearly jump out of her skin. Ghost grabbed a baseball bat from the front closet and opened the door cautiously, keeping the bat at shoulder height. Standing on the front step was a very pissed looking Dean and Cas.

"Where is he?!" Dean demanded, shoving his way past her once more.

"Where's who?" Ghost paled instantly.

"Crowley, or as you know him, the man who you stole from the trunk of my car." Dean began rooting through the hall closet before giving up and heading towards the kitchen to search the cupboards there. "Cas! Check upstairs."

"He's not here!" Ghost watched in horror as Cas started up the stairs. "You stay out of the room at the end of the hall! That's my room!"

"Make sure you check that room first!" Dean shouted up the stairwell after stopping his search of the kitchen. He rounded on Ghost stood over her. "Cut the crap, just tell us where he is. We will find him eventually, even if we have to destroy this house to do it."

"I don't know whe-" Another glare from Dean. "He's out in the tool shed, just follow me."

Ghost lead the way, internally apologizing to Crowley the whole time; she was most likely giving this poor man a death sentence. Unlocking the padlock, she swung the door open with a flourish and pointed inside - it was empty. Her jaw dropped and Dean's tightened considerably.

"He was in here, I swear!"

"Oh I believe you, those are his handcuffs on the floor next to that pair of pliers and those pieces of wire. Were you honestly stupid enough to think he wouldn't try to escape?" Dean fumed.

Ghost flinched, "Dean, I'm sorry. What does it matter anyway?"

"What matters is the fact that you just unleashed the king of Hell as well the last hope my brother may have had at surviving. Thanks a lot."

"Why am I supposed to believe that? I thought and still think that you're the lunatic in this situation and now youre telling me this man-demon-thing is actually the bad guy? How do I know you're not lying?" She crossed her arms defiantly.

"Because I can show you proof. C'mon, I'll take you to the hospital where my brother is, let you look at all the medical reports that give him just days to live. Will that be enough proof for you? Or should I wake him out of his coma and have him tell you himself?"

"I don't understand what you want me to do about all this? I can donate a kidney I suppose, maybe even a lobe of my liver if I'm a match. Does he need a bone marrow transplant or something?" Dean looked at her incredulously and then barked a laugh.

"You wouldn't seriously do that for someone you don't know based off of what I tell you. You said it yourself; I'm a lunatic."

"Well then, let me help you find this 'Crowley' person." Ghost said exasperatedly.

"No." Dean didn't even think twice.

"Why not?"

"Because it's dangerous, first off, you don't even know the half of what you'd be getting yourself into. Secondly, I don't need some fourteen-year old amateur running around screwing things up. You don't even know what it is that we do!" Dean shot back.

"I'm seventeen, thank you very much...Well if Cas really is an angel then...you're a priest?" Ghost gave it her best, half-assed attempt.

"Not even close." Dean gave a humourless chuckle and shook his head. "We've wasted enough time here as it is, thanks for losing Crowley, hope we don't see you around anytime soon."

"Dean, wait!" He ignored her as he got back into the impala. Cas gave Ghost an almost sympathetic look as he got into the passenger side. The drove off once more and Ghost stood outside for a long time before she came up with another plan; if Cas was an angel and the rest had fallen, then there would have to be at least one willing to help her. It was a long shot but her best shot at making things right again. Placing her palms together, she closed her eyes and bowed her head before speaking aloud.

"Ummm, hi. If there is any angel listening right now, I need your help. I've screwed up, and I need to make things up to Castiel, you've probably heard of him, and Dean...I don't know what his last name is but you probably know him too. So if one of you, any one of you, could just give me some sort of sign or something to lead me in the right direction, that would be great. Whether it be a bright light or voices in my head or something, I don't care. Just, please, I could really use some help right now...I guess that's all...do I have to end off with an amen? Amen, then." Ghost opened her eyes and waited a bit for a response. A chicken clucked sleepily in the coop but she didn't think that was the sign she was looking for and headed back inside feeling rather ridiculous.

For miles all around her, heads raised up and sights were set on the small farmhouse. She had been heard; the angels were coming.