A/N: This chapter, as well as some of the next chapters, focus almost entirely on Mickey, Bobbie, and Sammy.

It was the cough that woken him up. A wet, phlegmy cough that set his hair on edge. Mickey realized, almost right away, that he was not in bed, sleeping next to Evy. Wherever he was, it was cold, dark, and damp. The cough and a familiar voice woke him up completely.

"Daddy, wake up!"

Bobbie? Mickey thought.

"Daddy, wake up. Bubby's sick."

Mickey jerked awake at that. The cough belonged to Sammy, who was sitting under one arm while Bobbie was working on waking up her father.

"Where are we?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else.

"You don't know?" Bobbie asked, her voice rising in a panic.

"Shh. Stay calm, baby. We'll figure it out."

"Sammy needs you first." Bobbie insisted.

Mickey got his first good look at Sammy. Even in the dark of the room, he could see the boy was feverish and pale. He was sweating and shaking. He coughed again, and Mickey pulled him closer in a hug.

"How you feeling, big man?"

"Not too good, Daddy." Sammy said, his voice far too raspy for his father's liking.

"What hurts?" Mickey asked.

"Everything." Sammy said, burying his head in Mickey's chest. "Why's it so bright in here?"

What the hell? Mickey thought. It's not a cold or the flu. As his eyes continued to adjust to the darkness, Mickey drew the conclusion that they were in a basement somewhere. Probably deep underground. There was no light at all coming through any windows. Mickey turned to Bobbie.

"Bobbie, how long have you and Sammy been awake?"

"Just a minute or two." Bobbie said. "We woke up down here."

"Have you seen anyone?"

"No, Daddy." Bobbie said. "I woke up first, then Sammy, then we woke you up. We haven't even moved."

"Okay." Mickey said, trying to figure out a plan.

"Daddy, I'm scared."

Mickey smiled, despite the situation. Bobbie was an adventurous kid, hardly ever afraid of anything. For her to admit fear was a big step. Mickey gently placed a hand on her head, trying to put on a brave face.

"I know, my big, brave girl. But we've got to get out of here. Bubby's sick, so I need your help, okay?"

"What do I do, Daddy?" Bobbie asked.

"Okay. I want you to walk around, see if you can find a way out of here. I'm gonna make a pallet on the floor for Bubby then I'll come help you."

"Got it, Daddy!" Bobbie said, then immediately scampered off to do what her father had told her to do. Almost immediately she called back, "Daddy, there's windows!"

"What?"

"Windows!" Bobbie said, her hands hitting the wall. "Right here!"

Mickey looked above Bobbie's hand and saw the faint outline of a window pane. It seemed that the windows, walls, and even floors and ceilings were all blacked out somehow. Pleased, Mickey nodded.

"Can you pull the window up, honey?"

Bobbie tried with all her night, but the window didn't budge. "It's not moving, Daddy! You want me to break it?"

"Absolutely not. Your brother's already sick, I don't need you cutting your hand or worse. Keep looking. I'll find a way to break the window."

Bobbie continued her search. Mickey turned back to the sick Sammy, trying to resign himself to the fact that he was going to have to lay the sick little boy down on the floor. Bobbie called out again, this time much more urgently.

"Daddy! Someone's coming!"

Mickey turned and saw Bobbie lying on the ground looking underneath the door. He saw her scrambling to get up, and before he could urge her to hurry up, the door flung open and hit Bobbie square in the nose.

Mickey's cop instinct overrode his urge to check on Bobbie. The door revealed a man, well built and muscular, who seemed to be around the age of Sam and Dean. Bobbie came from behind the door, holding both hands to her very bloody nose and barely containing the bleeding. She made her way to her father. As concerned as Mickey was, he saw an opening. The door led outside, not to another room. Outside to freedom. A freedom that was out of reach for him and Sammy, but maybe possible for Bobbie. He knew it was risky, but as the man advanced on him, Mickey made his decision.

"Bobbie, run! As hard and fast as you can, run!"

Bobbie turned towards the opened door, and much to her father's relief, she listened to him and ran out the door. She didn't look back, determined to find someone and get help for Mickey and Sammy. She ran and ran, but there was nothing around but empty fields. Bobbie ran until she tripped over something in the grass and tumbled forward, collapsing onto her knees and crying. She made sure she couldn't see anyone following her, then turned herself around so she was sitting up. Her nose was hurting and bleeding, her knees and hands were scraped up, and she was scared and all alone. She cried even harder when she realized that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going, so even if she did find someone, she wouldn't be able to tell them how to get to Sammy and Mickey. Some words her mother had said to her long before came to her mind.

If you're lost and alone, just call for an angel.

"Mommy, I need that angel now."

"Roberta."

Bobbie jumped. She was crying so hard she hadn't seen or heard anyone come up, but there was Cass in front of her. Bobbie ran to Cass, who picked her up and resisted the urge to heal her. Evy had always been against it. Sam had told her years earlier, after the truth about her life had come out, that if Cass healed Evy it could kill her. Despite Cass's assurances that the same wouldn't happen with the twins, Evy had always forbid it. That's not a chance I'm willing to take. Cass finally decided Bobbie was calm enough to talk.

"Do you know where your father and brother are?"

"No." Bobbie said. "I forgot to keep track while I was running."

"We'll find them. Let's get you home."

"Uncle Cass? Are you an angel?" Bobbie asked.

"Yes." Cass answered simply.

Bobbie nodded. "I want my mommy."

"Close your eyes. We'll be there almost immediately."

When Bobbie closed her eyes and laid her head down on Cass's shoulder, Cass did something he'd done with Evy many times before, but had been out of character for him before. He gave her a hug. Bobbie clung to him tightly, and Cass whispered into her ear,

"I've got you. Let's go home."