"Oh come on," a demon strapped to a chair, on a demon's trap spoke, "What do you two want?"

"We want answers," Sam pleaded, "And then we'll let you go."

"What?" the demon smirked, "Getting so desperate that you have to start asking the thing you kill to do your dirty work?"

"We want to know about Azazel," Dean stepped forward, "it's important."

"I heard of him," the demon looked content.

"Yeah? And?" Sam looked at him.

"Your brother killed him," the demon laughed at the two of them.

Dean spoke in a serious tone, "Anything else?"

"You two are in so much trouble," the demon calmed down, "having Azazel's daughters with you? It's a death sentence."

"How would you know who they are?" Sam stepped forward.

"Heard it along the grapevine," he smirked.

"Well here's to one less grape," Dean revealed Ruby's knife and stabbed the demon in the neck, killing the demon.

"That was a horrible joke," Scottie rolled her eyes. She and her sister were standing in the doorway.

"Like you could come up with something better," Dean paced.

"Dean," Cas walked up to him, "I think it's time you ask for more help?"

"Who could help?" Dean looked back at him.

Sam and Cas looked at each other and smirked.

There was a knock on the door, Sam opens it and reveals none other than Garth.

"I came here as fast as I could," Garth walked into the house, "Two Cambions? That's a new one."

"Do you have anyone in your contacts who specialize with this kind of thing?" Dean asked him.

"Not really. That's why I came," he replied, "Where are they?"

Dean sighed, "Salt. Pepper. Get out here."

Scottie and Reyna walked out. Scottie wearing her usual skirt but her hair now tied up in a bun and her boots replaced with ballet flats, while Reyna wore skinny jeans, one of Dean's shirts and Converse.

"What now?" Reyna rolled her eyes as she walked in, she paused, "And you are?"

"Garth Fitzgerald IV," Garth replied, he lowered his voice so only Sam and Dean could hear him, "You never told me they were girls."

"You don't have to worry about these two," Sam mumbled, "They're only focused on answers and revenge."

"Oh good," Garth said in a sarcastic tone, "I thought you were going to tell me they're into Incest."

"Gross," Dean scrunched up his face.

Scottie and Reyna had their backs turned from the boys.

"Fifty bucks to whoever can get in bed with him first," Reyna whispered to Scottie.

"Deal," Scottie shook her sister's hand, their pinkies extended.

They turned back to them.

"So what can you two do?" Garth stepped towards them.

"Telekinesis," Scottie raised her hand slightly, "Oh and check. This. Out." She took a deep breath and looked up, the ceiling aflame, "Now it's just missing a pretty blonde."

Sam and Dean shot her a disapproving look.

"I can hurt people!" Reyna said, "Cas? Where are you?"

"I'm in the middle of-" Cas's voice sounded from the bathroom.

"Perfect," Reyna smiled and focused. Cas's screams now erupted from the bathroom. He ran out of the bathroom with his stomach cut open.

"Stop it," Dean growled.

Reyna and Scottie stopped smiling, the fire fizzles out and Cas's stomach closed up.

"Sorry," the two of them said in unison.

"Daughters of Azazel?" Garth raised an eyebrow and walked around them, "You two look too put together for that."

"Whoa there tiger," Reyna looked him in the eye, "You'll have to buy me dinner first."

Garth blushed a bit and walked away. Sam walked towards the girls.

"What the hell are you two doing?" He muttered.

"We had a thing with Garth," Scottie smiled at him.

"A thing?" Sam looked slightly surprised.

"Not really," Reyna smiled too.

"This is serious," Sam too, turned to a serious tone, "We are trying to figure out if we can stop you two from turning into him."

"Him?" Scottie cocked her head to the side, "You mean Azazel? He killed your mom and your girlfriend, Sam. But that was years ago, why would it still bother you."

"I think you're having too much fun doing this," Sam muttered to himself and walked away.

"Is there a problem with that?" Scottie grinned, "And why are you two so worried about me and Reyna? It's not like we're plotting on ending the world."

"That's true," Cas stepped forward with him trying to wipe the blood off his shirt, "For now."

"For now?" Reyna looked up, "What do you mean for now?"

"You two aren't the first Cambions we've dealt with," Dean looked at them.

"What happened to the others?" Scottie butted in.

"Other," Sam corrected, "And he's missing."

"HOW DO YOU LOSE A PERSON?!" Reyna yelled.

"You forget to care for them," Garth interrupted. The rest of them stared at him.

"You two are pretty much the princesses of hell, as you will," Cas said after a moment of silence.

"Princesses?" Scottie looked at him, "We hunt the people in hell. We can't rule them."

"You could put an end to everything!" Sam smiled after realizing.

"Yeah," Cas sat down on the bed, "After they kill the other."

"What?" the girls said in unison.

"There could be a solution," Garth smiled, and then he pulled out his laptop and sat at the little table, "If we find someone who has worked with Azazel…"

"Like who?" Dean looked at him, "Most of the people who worked with him are dead!"

"How about someone loyal to Lucifer?" Garth showed the screen to the five of them, "Labal. According to legend, the most obedient King of Hell."

"So there's more than one?" Reyna looked at the screen, "So they don't need me and Scottie. We're safe."

"Not exactly," Garth turned the screen back, "Hell has been insane since Azazel died. They need at least one king of each kind of demon. You two are probably the only Yellow Eyed demons alive."

"They're not full demons though," Sam said, "Only half. If they don't want to do it, they shouldn't."

"It's how things are, Sam," Cas looked at him, "One day, they're just going to snap and one of them is going to be dead."

"I'll be back," Scottie bit her lip and turned to go into the bathroom.

"What's she doing?" Garth looked at the others.

"She does that when she's upset," Reyna fluttered her hand, "She's probably fine. Don't worry."

"I'll be back," Garth muttered and walked toward the bathroom, "Scottie? You okay?"

There was silence and he opened the door to Scottie putting her face in the sink, filled with water.

"Scottie?" Garth tapped her shoulder. Startled, Scottie shot up and choked on the water.

"What are you trying to do?" Scottie yelled, "trying to kill me already?"

"No!" Garth stepped back, "I was just-"

"Worried?" Scottie growled and wiped her face, "I can handle myself."

"Are you sure?" Garth pointed at the front of her shirt that was covered in water.

"Great," Scottie grabbed a towel.

"Let me help," Garth took the towel and started cleaning her up. The two looked each other in the eyes and smiled.

"Are you two-" Dean walked into the bathroom and stared at them, "Garth. Get out."

"I was just-"

"You can help find Labal, but that's it," Dean grimaced at him, "Don't you dare lay a finger on either one of them."

Afraid of the consequences, Garth hurried out of the bathroom.

"Dean!" Scottie growled at him, "I can handle myself!"

"That's what you think," Dean closed the door behind him and yelled, "But what do I know that he won't hurt you."

"Is that what this is all about? Let's not forget that you and Sam over there said that you'd kill either one of us if we hurt anyone. Dean, that's our jobs. We hurt people."

"But what if I find you on a missing person's report? And then you're found in some river in Missouri."

"I can't believe you," Scottie had tears in her eyes and grabbed the door handle, "I'm eighteen. I can do what I want. I can make mistakes. I don't need you breathing down my neck every time I try to make a decision." She threw open the door.

"Garth?" Sam watched Garth pack up his things, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to the motel down the road," he mumbled, "I'm obviously not wanted here."

"Of course you're wanted here!" Reyna fake laughed, "Why would you think that?"

Dean stormed out of the bathroom, following Scottie.

"Jesus Christ," Reyna muttered under her breath.

"I'll call you guys if I hear anything about Labal," Garth declared, "Until then, I'll be out."

As Garth walked out of the room, Reyna pushed Scottie against the wall.

"This is all your fault," Reyna said through her teeth.

"I didn't do anything!" Scottie yelled, "Let me go!"

"Really?" Reyna's eyes turned yellow, "You always wanted to be better than me. Didn't you?"

"I-"

"Didn't you?"

"Sure! I'm older. I wanted to prove I'm better."

"But you're not."

"..."

"I was always better. You know that. I was better grade wise and of course, boy wise."

"Sounds familiar," Scottie smirked, "Think of what you just said."

"You bite your tongue."

"How's this?" Scottie widened her smirk as a fire poker smacked Reyna.

Reyna screamed and fell.

"That's it!" Dean pulled the two girls apart, "Sam, you take Scottie. I'll take Reyna."

"And me?" Cas looked at him.

"Go with Garth," Dean growled and pushed Scottie towards Sam, "he's probably all sensitive."

"You threatened him, Dean," Scottie glared.

"Exactly," Dean let out a deep breath, "Try to find out about Labal too."

Reyna shot Scottie an apologetic look and Sam pulled Scottie towards the other room.

"How did you?" Sam looked at her.

"Telekinetic, I told you."

"I used to be somewhat Telekinetic."

"Oh yeah," Scottie smiled, "How'd that work out for you?"

"I died."

"Well," Scottie sat on her bed, "I'm going to die too if you don't help me."

"Help?" Sam laughed, "How can I help you?"

"That's the spirit," Scottie smiled, "I need a way to live through it. Unfortunately for me, I was born on a Thursday."

"What? What's so bad about Thursdays?"

"Jeez. I never asked why you are so uncomfortable when I mention Ruby Tuesday," Scottie smirked and then continued, "Castiel was the angel of Thursdays. He can't bring me back now."

"It's not fun being in hell."

"Especially when your sibling's there too."

"H-How did you?"

"Sorry! I forgot about Adam!"

"You're starting to freak me out."

"Starting to?"

"Dean," Reyna sighed, "I can explain."

"Explain what?" Dean looked at her, "You're screwing Garth!"

"Am not!"

"Then why did you try to kill Scottie when she came out of the bathroom with him?"

"I didn't try to kill her."

"You didn't try to kill her?"

"No! Just kind of rip her vocal chords out."

"Sounds like a loving sibling relationship," Dean began pacing around the room.

"At least I'm just going with fate."

"Fate?" Dean stopped, "You think this is about fate?"

Reyna silently nodded her head as Dean turned around.

"I was the vessel for Michael! Sam was Lucifer's meatsuit! We never killed eachother!"

"Maybe not, but you two thought of killing yourselves. Sam was soulless remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"Look, Dean," Reyna put emphasis on his name, "It's just how things are going to be."

"I'm beginning to believe you don't have a soul."

Reyna shot him a glare as Dean's phone rang.

Reyna picked it up and answered it.

"Agent Smith's phone" Reyna smiled at Dean's frustrated look.

"Reyna?" Garth's voice sounded from the other side, "I think I found the way to Labal."

"Hit me," Reyna pulled out the pen and paper from the drawer. She wrote down the address. "Alright We'll see you there!" She hung up the phone.

"He found him!" Reyna waved the paper in Dean's face.

"Two rules specifically for you," Dean said after he grabbed the paper, "Don't touch my phone and don't touch baby."

"Wow," Reyna rolled her eyes as she walked over to the door, "I'm shocked you didn't name it something like Delilah. Would be more creative than 'Baby'."

"Reyna says that Garth found Labal," Scottie looked up from her phone, "We probably should start heading out."

"Heading out?" Sam stared at her, "She just tried to kill you Gwen."

"Don't you dare call me Gwen."

"If you do what you want, I'll do what I want."

"Are you saying I can't figure out how to survive this whole thing?"

"If you do, I'll give you props. I'm lucky that I survived all of those times. Don't you dare start taking it for granted."

"So what are you saying?"

"Y-Y-You're grounded!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, Sam probably more confused than Scottie.

"Grounded?" Scottie repeated.

"Grounded," Sam had a very amusing face.

"You can't ground me," Scottie stood up.

"I can," Sam continued to look confused, "And I did."

Scottie thought things over for a moment, "Well see you there, Sam."

"Where are you going?"

"To save Dean's ass."

"Why would he need saving?"

"He's with Reyna. She's determined to kill."

Sam thought about what she just said, "We taking the Firebird?"

"Hope you like Simple Plan," Scottie smirked as she twirled her key around her fingers.

Reyna sat with her arms crossed in the backseat of the Impala. "I can't believe you're forcing me to sit back here."

"Once you can mature, you can sit up front," Dean stated, "Until then, backseat."

Reyna stared at the back of Dean's head.

He felt his stomach cut open slowly, "REYNA! Stop."

She rolled her eyes and stopped.

Sam and Scottie were flying down the road with Simple Plan's Vacation blaring from the speakers.

"I haven't heard this song in forever!" Sam laughed, "Wait why the hell are you driving?"

"Whose idea was it to do this?"

"Your's."

"And whose idea was it to ground me?"

"Mine."

"Now shut your pie hole."

"You are a lot like Dean," Sam said after a beat, "have you ever been told that?"

"Once," Scottie muttered, "I'd rather not talk about it."

"How did your mom not realize something was up with your Dad?"

"Sam, I'd rather not-"

"You said he had black eyes," Sam kept talking, "Azazel has yellow."

"She must've found out and that could be why she didn't like other hunters and other hunters didn't like her."

"She was Azazel's mistress. Why would anyone?"

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't shut up right now, I'm going to kill you in the same way your mom and Jess died, deal."

The both of them were quiet for the rest of the way.

Garth and Cas leaned against Garth's Ford Ranchero Squire as Garth went through and checked other hunter's messages for him. Then Dean and Reyna pulled up in the Impala.

"Dean! Reyna!" Garth looked up from his phone, "Glad you can make it."

"Aren't we all," Reyna muttered sarcastically.

"So where is Labal?" Dean looked at Garth.

"We have to make a Sigil," Cas replied.

"Oh great. Even more troubles-" Dean's thought was cut off by Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Scottie shut off the Firebird as she and Sam pulled up.

"Sorry we're late," Scottie faked a laugh, "Sam over here tried to ground me."

"Ground you?" Dean asked Scottie and then looked at Sam, "Sam, you're not her father."

"Well clearly someone has to be," Sam stared back.

Cas sighed, "Alright, let's start working on this sigil to get Labal."

"You go along," Reyna smiled at Scottie, "I'll be there in a second."

Castiel, Dean, Sam, and Scottie all walked into the empty building.

"We'll work on the sigil," Sam looked at Scottie, "You probably should work on the devil's trap, He'll show up about there. Where's Reyna and Garth?"

Scottie was silent for a moment, "Dammit. I'll be back." She walked out for a few minutes and then came back tugging on Garth and Reyna's ears.

"I won," Reyna smirked at Garth's messed up hair and unbuttoned jeans, "Fifty bucks."

"Did you two bet on who could sleep with Garth first?" Dean blinked at them.

"Yes," Scottie and Reyna replied.

Scottie pulled out a fifty dollar bill out of her boot and handed it to Reyna.

"Where did you get that?" Sam looked confused.

"None of your business," Scottie growled, "Come on Reyna, we have a devil's trap to make."

The six of them worked in silence for a few minutes until Scottie yelled, "REYNA!"

Reyna was hollering with laughter because she had finished the outside of the Devil's Trap, with Scottie still inside. Scottie hissed and grabbed Reyna by her converse and dragged her into the trap.

"Way to go idiot," Reyna playfully punched her sister, "Now we're both trapped."

"SAM!"

"GARTH!"

"Stop flirting!"

"You first!"

"I'm not flirting!"

"Yes you are!"

"Guys?" Cas's voice spoke.

"WHAT?" The two girls screamed.

"You can come out," Cas pointed his knife to the broken Devil's trap.

The two girls walked out and re finished the trap.

"Alright then," Dean cut his hand and let the blood drip into the bowl, he said a few words and then a short, fat man with a gray beard appeared.

"You rang?" He asked with a Boston accent.

"Uncle Steve?" Reyna asked him.

"Reyna! Scottie!" He smiled from the Devil's Trap, "Nice to see you!"

"Wait," Dean looked at the girls, "You know him?"

"We were told he was our uncle on our dad's side," Scottie shrugged, "We never really put two and two together."

"What is going on with these two?" Sam interrupted and glared at Labal.

"They're in line for the throne," he replied with a smile, "Is this going to take long? I have an appointment in an hour."

"We'll take as long as we need to," Garth replied, "How can they avoid this?"

"They can't," Labal shrugged, "It's fate. And you can't cheat fate."

"How does all of this end?" Scottie asked.

"One of you dies," Labal said, "It's much more amusing when one kills the other. Once there were twin boys up against each other. And let me tell you, that was the best."

"That's all we needed," Reyna stepped forward.

"What?" Everyone besides Cas asked.

"She's right," Cas looked up, "It's unavoidable. Everything."

"Can't it wait a few decades or something?" Scottie asked Labal.

"Hell is falling as is," Labal sighed, "If they don't have a yellow eyed demon as a ruler, everything will literally go to hell."

"Oh, fun," Scottie said sarcastically.

"If that's all," Cas once again, broke the trap, allowing Labal to disappear.

"Guess it's back to the drawing board," Dean said after a few moments of silence.

Scottie stepped back from Reyna and punched her in the shoulder.

"What was that for?" Reyna rubbed her shoulder.

"Garth," Scottie said and grabbed Sam's wrist, "Come on, Sam."

The End.