After calling the rest of the team to give them an update on how their tracking the Winchesters was going Derek walked back into the small boardroom to see if JJ had found anything new. To his surprise JJ was standing in the center of the room, a local town map pinned to the bulletin board in front of her with piles of paper thrown at her feet.

"JJ what are you doing?" Derek questioned as she began making numerous scratches on the map with different coloured markers.

"Looking for omens." JJ answered as she drew another red circle on the map before dropping the paper to the floor.

"I thought you already did that, it's why we came to this town. JJ you were right the Winchesters are here, what good are omens going to do now?" Derek asked.

"I don't know, maybe I can use them to pin point where in town the Winchesters are staying." JJ said before going to the table and grabbing another document. It was a local power station report measuring electrical frequencies.

Her theory about which motel the brothers would be staying at proved to be flawed, but it made sense to her that if the Winchesters were still on a case then they would want to be close to the source of any omens in the area.

This time she drew a black triangle on the map, triangulating the area with the electrical disturbances.

"We got officers looking into all the motels in the area, and every vacant house, it's a lot of door to knock on but well find them." Derek reminded her that sometimes good old fashion police work was what it took to catch an unsub.

JJ didn't seem to hear what her friend was saying, her gaze locked on the map in front of her.

"What is it?" Derek asked growing increasingly concerned as the colour drained from JJ's face.

"There's been a resent surge of activity in the area, if the Winchesters saw this they would be compelled to check it out." She stated.

"They would think something big was coming." Derek said.

"Something very big." JJ nodded, not telling him that it was only when looking into cases involving the most traumatic and suspicious deaths that JJ ever seen these combination of omens.

...

Sam was tired of hiding in the motel, and he was tired of listening to his brother about hiding from Lilith. Without much forethought the younger Winchester burnt the hex bags concealing his location and waited to see if Lilith would really come.

Taking a deep breath Sam could feel the demon blood running through his veins like an advanced form of adrenalin. As much as drinking demon blood scared him, it made him strong and with it he could end the war and stop Lilith.

Ever since Sam was a little kid he had always felt different, and now he figured he had the yellow-eyed demon to thank for that. He was supposed to go dark side and lead an army of demons, but that wasn't who Sam was. He was a fighter and he saved lives, so by using the power he got from drinking demons blood.

He could kill Lilith and save everyone. The abomination- the boy with the demons blood- who played second fiddle to his brother could save the world and stop the apocalypse.

Dean wasn't strong enough to do it but he was.

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Taking a seat on the motel bed Sam slid ruby's knife, the knife that could kill demons, under the pillow and waited.

He didn't have to wait long before the door to the motel burst open, but it wasn't Lilith.

"Come on. We're getting out of here." Dean stated frantically as he began throwing their belongings in a suitcase.

"What? Why? Where?" Sam questioned never seeing his brother so flustered in a long time.

"Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out." Dean said seriously. Sam was honestly beginning to think his brother was going out of his mind.

Suddenly Dean stopped and looked worriedly around the room.

"Dude, where are all the hex bags?" Dean asked quickly.

"I burned them." Sam answered. He didn't want to sound apologetic, but the look Dean was giving him Sam found it hard not to feel like a twelve-year-old kid who had just messed up on a hunt.

"You what?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big 'if'-"

"No, no, no. It's more than an "if" Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet." Dean cut him off and Sam was finally able to see why his brother was so upset.

"What?" Sam questioned eyes widening in shock. If Chuck had been a psychic there was room for doubt, but a profit was a whole other story.

"Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us." Dean stated the panic slowly giving way to bitter annoyance.

"Okay." Sam said as he quickly processed what his brother was telling him.

"Okay. Let's get the hell out of here." Dean said turning to leave.

"No." Sam refused. He may not have actually thought Lilith was coming but now that he knew she was it changed nothing. He was going to face her, and he was going to kill her.

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you." Dean stated, not knowing the extent of Sam's own psychic powers, but his concern was hidden by his hostile tone.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't." Sam said which only served to anger his brother more.

"So what? You think you can take her?" Dean glared hating how his brother was sounding like a snarky teenager who thought he could take on the world single handedly.

"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on." Sam said defiantly.

"Sam..."

"You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side." Sam cut him off.

"Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" Dean yelled causing Sam to look up at him, shocked by the admission that his own brother doubted him.

"Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cas told me, okay?" Dean stated.

"What else did he tell you?" Sam asked, both worried and ashamed that Dean might know about the demon blood and how he had been practicing his psychic ability.

"Nothing I don't already know, that you've been using your psychic crap and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how." Dean stated.

"It's not what you think." Sam said thought he wasn't entirely sure what his brother thought at this point, or what the angels had told him.

"Then what is it, Sam? 'Cause I'm at a total loss." Dean snapped. When Sam didn't answer Dean grabbed the duffle bag and headed for the door, stopping to look back at his brother.

"Are you coming or not?" Dean asked-begged.

"No." Sam answered plainly.

There was a painful pause as Dean just stood with his back to him, hands gripping the handle of the bag tightly. For a second Sam thought he was going to leave without him, but instead Dean dropped the bag forcefully into the chair before walking out.

Sam let out a small sigh knowing that his brother was furious, but he would be coming back.

With any luck Sam hoped to have Lilith's head to give him when he did.

...

Driving though town JJ instructed Morgan where to go. By what she could only assume was a coincidence the omens had led them to a motel by the name of Toreador, the kind of motel that charges by the hour- not the kind of place that the Winchesters would stay at.

"You're sure this is it?" Derek asked as he pasted the large sign which once depicted the name of the motel, but some of the letters had blown making in now read 'red motel'.

"This is it." JJ said with hopeful confidence but something was telling her that something was very wrong.

...

Dean dropped some coins into the old soda machine visibly fuming from the conversation he had with his brother. Taking a steep back and looking around Dean found himself completely alone.

"Well, I feel stupid doing this. But... I am fresh out of options. So please. I need some help. I'm praying, okay? Come on. Please." He said loudly as a knot twisted in the pit of his stomach.

"Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean." Castiel's voice stated reassuringly as he appeared once again.

"So does that mean you'll help me?" Dean asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure what I can do." Castiel said the confused tone of the angel usually used when interacting with humans was replaced with sincere apology.

"Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up." Dean instructed.

"It's a prophecy. I can't interfere." Castiel answered simply already knowing the human in front of him would not like that response.

"You have tested me and thrown me every which way. And I have never asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please." Dean said desperately but unfortunately there was nothing Castiel could do for him.

"What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do." Castiel stated.

"Why? 'Cause it's divine prophecy?" Dean responded, the word divine sounding like a curse on his lips.

"Yes." Castiel answered ignoring his attitude.

"So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?" Dean glared as his hands balled into a fist.

"I'm sorry." Castiel stated because that was all he could offer him at this moment- an apology for not being able to help him protect his brother.

"Screw you." Dean spat. "You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking." Dean said cynically.

It was justifiable hate and when the hunter brushed passed him Castiel made a decision to bend the rules to repay him for what he has done for their cause.

"Dean." Castiel called flatly. "Dean." He repeated more forcefully this time.

"What?!" Dean snapped.

"You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected." Castiel stated hoping that he would understand his message and the double meaning of his words.

"I get that." Dean glared clearly not hearing what Castiel was trying to tell him.

"No you do not 'get it'" Castiel stated before continuing. "If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon."

"And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?" Dean clarified as he caught on to what Castiel was trying to tell him.

"Yes." Castiel answered emotionless as ever.

"So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon-" Dean asked.

"Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand... why I can't help." He stated knowing that this was more then he should have been allowed to say.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean said as he turned away.

"Good luck." Castiel stated to his back knowing how this was going to play out.

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note: the last chapter is next (possibility of a part three in the future but I'll say more about that in the next chapter)

for the review that questioned how can JJ be a good profiler if she consistently suppresses what is in front of her face with overlays from her preconceived notions? I'm not sure which preconceived notions you're talking about, but I assume it's about her not understanding why the Winchesters were not staying in the motels she expected to be in. that wasn't meant to be written as JJ unable to except facts, but more as not understanding where she had went wrong in understanding their patterns. She worked for months studying old cases and thought she was the first one to find usable patterns to track them, but because they were using Chucks writing to avoid Lilith that indirectly hid them from JJ and Morgan as well. Making it appeared to her that her profile was wrong. The only assumption she is under is believing that there are no real monsters, or demons, in the world and they are just under a delusion.

if anything about the plot of this story (or any story I post here) don't make sense or needs clarification feel free to comment, this account is meant to be somewhere I can post finished work but i would love to improve my writing.