Allan woke up with a massive headache. He had his eyes opened but couldn't see anything in his pitch black prison. He cautiously moved each limb assessing how injured he was. His shoulder and right arm hurt like hell and he felt the sting of cuts all over him. Slowly he got up and found some consolation in the fact that he could stand and walk without too much pain. He pulled out his cell phone, knowing he would get no reception; he could use its light to see his surroundings. The light let him now that he was in a cell about 5 feet by 5 feet and made of stone. The stone was damp which let him know that he was underground. Now wasn't the time for his claustrophobia to hit him so he focused on the last thing he remembered before he woke up, trying to put the fear and the thought that his family could be dead out of his mind.

He remembered everything up till the time the Goblins jumped on him. He remembered them pulling on him but not trying to kill him. Allan also remembered where his sister was and that she was trying to get to him. Focusing more on Abigail he felt the bond between them was still strong, even wherever he was, and he knew she was alive. Nessa was also alive; he would have felt his sister's intense grief if something had happened to his daughter.

Allan debated on shouting for help, knowing that it wouldn't bring any and that it would only alert his captor that he was awake. However there wasn't anything to say that whoever had him didn't already know that. He chanced it.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

A few seconds past and then he heard from the other side of the stone a voice shouting back. It was female.

"Here, I'm here! Hello!"

He walked to where the sound was coming from and spoke through the stone.

"Hello," the female voice said again. "Can you hear me?" It sounded desperate.

"I hear you. Are you hurt," he asked ear pressed tightly to the wall?

"Not really. Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know. How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. One second I was in my house with my son, the next here."

"My name is Allan, what's yours?" His claustrophobia was creeping back in but he had to remain calm. It was the only way he and this lady were going to get out of their stone prison.

"Lisa."

"Well Lisa we're going to figure this out. What can you tell me about the last thing you remember?"

Sam really wasn't prepared to be reunited with Dean so soon; it had only been three weeks since he returned from hell. Three miserable weeks constantly thinking about what Dean was doing, how he was coping (which he figured wasn't well), and if his big brother had finally grown up. All those questions had been answered with the pounding on the door right before the Sidhe attack. Now he was once again shotgun in the Impala and the torment of the past few weeks was disappearing. It felt right hunting with Dean. This was their purpose, but it would take some time before the brothers would be fully back into the freedom of their lives. What ate at Sam was how things had been left unfinished between them before he jumped into the pit. He knew Dean was prepared to die for him that day. To not let his pain-in- the-ass baby brother die alone and scared. It has solidified the brother's bond, and then Sam fell backward into the pit never expecting to see Dean again.

Dean wasn't talking, just driving with his jaw set. Sam knew that Dean was pissed, couldn't blame him. As always Dean thought he was the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Some things couldn't change Sam realized and he wasn't shocked when Dean let it all out.

"I could kick your ass for not letting me know you were out of the pit Sam! You know that? When the hell were you going to tell me you were out?"

Dean's anger came out. Sam understood where it came from and calmly explained. He had always been the calm one, the rational thinking one. Now he seemed to have infinite patience and understanding. It was as if all the good qualities he possessed were amplified once he got out of hell.

"I had to give you a chance at a normal life Dean. God brought me back right outside Lisa's window. I saw you having an honest to god sit down dinner with her and Ben. I wanted to let you know I was back. I saw you were unhappy but you had a chance. I couldn't come between that, not then anyway. I was going to let you know I was safe…eventually."

"Eventually," Dean yelled!

"Eventually Sam? How the hell did you think I was going to be able to live a normal life? I tried, I so fucking tried but every thought was about you rotting in hell. Being tortured far worse than I ever was. DO YOU KNOW THE PAIN THAT CAUSED ME? DO YOU EVEN CARE?"

"I TRIED DEAN! You were keeping your promise. You had grown up. Letting me jump into the pit was you letting me grow up." Dean could be stubborn and he always knew how to push his buttons, regardless of his newfound patience.

Sam didn't mention that he had a selfish reason for not revealing himself to Dean. His brother had for once in his life agreed to let him do something on his own, supporting him even though it went against everything that Dean felt. To Sam that was the greatest gift Dean could ever give him and he wanted to taste life with that freedom, that trust from his amazing big brother. He couldn't do that if he had told Dean he was back first. After three weeks he was tired of it. The Winchesters needed each other.

More silence followed and then Dean spoke again. "I was going through the motions. Lisa and Ben are great. But that life isn't for me. And now Lisa is missing. After we find her and gank whatever son of a bitch is behind it we're going to have a long talk Sam. But right now we have a job to do."

The Impala revved and sped toward Indiana.

Abigail was healing quicker than Bobby had thought she would. By the time they were entering Wyoming she was almost back to normal; she still had a limp and bruises though and it was difficult for her to pick up her niece. Traveling with a child wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Nessa was a trooper, but it could have been because the little girl was missing her dad. The whole way to the Colt strongholds she spoke only a few words. When they stopped Nessa sat quietly beside her aunt, or leaned against her gently, or held her hand. Though Abigail was putting on a strong face for her niece Bobby could tell the events of the past week had taken a toll on her emotional state. If she didn't get a reprieve soon she was going to explode. However he didn't know how she would manage that, Nessa wouldn't let her out of her sight. The child even followed her aunt to the bathroom.

When they finally reached the first stronghold, an old frontier church, he felt relief. Abigail seemed to take strength from her surroundings. After a few days of visiting each church the dark circles under her eyes were gone. The evening they arrived at the Colt mansion Abby and Nessa were looking better than he had seen them during the past few days. Bobby felt like he was intruding on private family business but Abigail wouldn't hear of him staying anywhere else, and once he met aunt Grace he couldn't see himself staying anywhere else.

Aunt Grace was a tall, thin woman somewhere north of 60 years old, but still having a full head of jet black hair. She warmly greeted her great niece and great-great-niece and then introduced herself to Bobby. Once they were settled in Grace occupied Nessa's attention, giving Abigail a much welcomed break.

"Aunt Grace is actually my great-aunt but she's the closest thing Allan and I have to a mother. Nessa hasn't seen her in about four years but the child adores her. Everyone adores aunt Grace," she said with a smile.

"She certainly has a way with people." Bobby had felt immediately welcomed and comfortable in the Colt household. And Nessa was a chatty Cathy with Grace.

"And she can kick some serious demon ass, even at her age," Abigail said with reverence.

Bobby was noting how young and athletic aunt Grace was. But knew not to ask a woman her age.

"So tomorrow we will start researching what the hell is going on," she told Bobby. "We'll need to get in touch with Sam and Dean too. See if they can find out anything."

That was the door Bobby needed to ask Abigail about how she knew Sam. He remembered her response to Dean's question about his brother when the met before the attack. "How well do you know Sam?"

"I knew a young, angry Winchester who didn't want to hunt anymore and was pissed off at his dad, hell at life in general. But he was a natural and so hell bent on making Dean proud of him. It was annoying with the tension between him and his dad."

"Sounds about right for Sam back then," Bobby said as he took a sip of whisky.

"After we took out the Banshee John kicked Sam out. Sam and I traveled back north together. He had no other way to get home, John left his ass. I spent most of the time pissed off at him so it wasn't a comfortable ride. Moody son of a bitch and I honestly tried to understand him."

She took a sip of wine, "and that's it. We said goodbye in Kansas and I went back to New York. "

"Dean!" Ben ran out the door of the neighbors and hugged the Winchester tightly.

Taken off guard Dean hesitated before he hugged the boy back. "Ben, you ok?" He got down to Ben's level and looked the boy over.

"I'm fine. Where's my mom?"

"Don't know but we're going to find her. How would you like to come with me and Sam to see a friend of ours?"

He didn't know how easy it would be to get Ben across state lines without him being his father and truthfully he didn't care, except that an Amber alert would slow him down from finding Lisa. The rest of the evening he spent time with Ben while Sam looked around trying to figure out what was going on.

Castiel appeared in the hotel room with them that night. "Hello Sam, good to see you."

Sam simply acknowledged his angel friend, still not sure how the other felt about what Sam had done to him with Lucifer inside his meatsuit.

"No hard feelings," the angel said as he looked over Sam's shoulder.

Sam was researching Sidhe.

"Castiel, do you mind?" Sam was annoyed by the angel looking over his shoulder.

"No, I don't mind. Why are you researching Sidhe? It was a human that took Lisa and Allan."

"Do you know where they are," Dean asked? He had just returned from Jim and Sally's.

"No."

"So we have nothing." He was pissed off again, but what was new?

"Not necessarily," Sam said looking up from the computer screen. "Says here that Goblins hold their prisoners in an underground chamber close to the place where they were first summoned. The chamber is unholy so the vegetation around it would be dead."

"How does that help Sam? Could be anywhere," Dean was frustrated.

"Could be. But it also has to be close to where the Goblins first appeared. If we can find where Goblins were first sighted then we can find where they are holding Lisa and Allan.

"Call Bobby let him know what we found." Dean was putting on his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Ben. We need to leave first thing in the morning."

"You can't drag Ben into this Dean," Sam was trying to be the voice of reason.

"Well I sure as hell can't leave him here unprotected. What am I suppose to do Sam?"

Castiel interrupted the brother's argument. "Ben will be safe with the neighbors Dean. We will see to that."

That didn't make Dean feel better but Sam was right. He couldn't drag Ben into his world.