"Kevin?"

Alex repeated his name as she stared at him, eyes wide. She wasn't unused to seeing him, of course, but seeing him now . . . standing there, in the bunker, with Sam and Dean and a man she'd never seen before, it was impossible. Sam and Dean, of course, looked just as shocked as Alex was to see the young former prophet.

He gave a small, guilty smile. "Hey, Alex."

"What're you doing here?" she asked, stepping towards him.

He shook his head. "I – I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Find out what? What's going on?" she demanded.

"How the hell do you two –?" Dean started, but the stranger raised his hand.

"Let them say goodbye," the man said.

"Goodbye?" Alex looked at Kevin.

"Alex, I'm moving on," Kevin said.

Alex blinked, a wave of emotion crashing over her – on. He was moving on? Part of her wanted to be happy for him, but the selfish part of her wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him not to go. To stay here, with her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a shaky breath.

"That's why you didn't come earlier," she realized. "Because you were getting ready to move on."

"I already said goodbye to my mom," he continued. "You've already been going through so much lately, I didn't want to upset you."

"This is a little upsetting," Alex admitted.

"Alex," he said again. He looked as sad as she did, which confused her – if she were moving on, she would feel elated to be out of the world she was stuck in. "I don't want to go – I want to stay with my mom, and with you. I – I'm not ready to die. But I already did, and if I don't go . . ." he lingered on his words, and they both knew exactly what would happen. All spirits had a big chance of going vengeful eventually.

"Kevin," the man said. "It's time."

Kevin nodded, stepping back. He looked at the Winchesters. "I'll miss you guys." Then he glanced back at Alex. She stifled a sob, biting her lip and trying to keep the tears from falling. She stretched her hand out to him. He smiled back and reached towards her, their fingertips brushing as he started to fade away.

"I love you," she whispered hoarsely.

His smiled widened. "I know."

She almost wanted to laugh at him, in the moment where she needed a smile most, as he confirmed his love for her by quoting a Harrison Ford movie of all things.

She couldn't keep from weeping as she watched him fade out of existence, entering a blindingly bright light. She felt Claire coming up behind her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Alex laid her head against her sister's shoulder, letting herself cry.

"We need answers," Dean said sharply, unsettled by one of the girls being hurt in any way whatsoever.

"I agree," Claire retorted. "Who is this guy?"

"He's God."

Everyone glanced at Sara, who was looking down at herself in alarm – her veins were glowing the same eerie red and gold it had while in the presence of a Hand of God. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she looked back up at them, body trembling.

Sam and Dean were in shock, too. "What the hell," Dean asked, eyes wide. "Sara, what –?"

"She's right," the man replied with a casual shrug and a nod. "Come here – let me just, turn that off for you . . ." he laid one finger over the pulse of her wrist, and the glow slowly ebbed away. Sara stared at him in shock.

"It's a manufacturing glitch, you know," He – God – tried to explain himself. "Cambions and Nephilims both tend to do that in the presence of, well, me."

"And things you've touched, as well," Sara said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"Yeah, about that," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you here to rescue Lucifer?" Claire demanded, still holding the shell-shocked Alex.

"Claire, I think we should let Sam and Dean talk with . . . um, the Lord," Gavin started.

"Call me Chuck," God said.

Gavin blinked. "Um, right . . . come on, girls."

Reluctantly, they followed him towards the bedrooms, where Claire and Sara put Alex to bed. Claire sat with her as Alex laid in bed, staring against the wall, and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry," Claire said quietly. "I knew there was someone . . . I get why you didn't tell us now. Alex, I'm so sorry."

Alex took a shaky breath, relieving a sob.

"Try and sleep," Claire said, leaning down and kissing her cheek. She swallowed the lump of pain in her throat, heart aching for her sister, as she joined Gavin and Sara in her room.

"She's resting," Claire sighed, shutting the door behind her.

"I can't imagine . . ." Sara shook her head. "Poor Alex."

"Alex is strong," Claire replied. "She'll make it through this. We'll help her. But right now, are we gonna talk about the fact that freaking God is in the living room?!"

"There's no proof he's God," Gavin argued.

"Except for what he just did to me," Sara argued as well.

Gavin ran a hand over his face. "What's he doing here? Is he going to take on the Darkness?"

"You mean his bitchy sister? We can hope," Claire said, crossing her arms.

"So, what do we do 'til then?" Gavin continued.

"Play host to God," Sara shrugged. "I don't know if I should call my father about this or not."

"Why wouldn't we?" Gavin frowned.

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Gavin, I love father. I do. But he's still King of Hell. I'm not really sure if there can be a positive reaction from demons hearing that God is back in town. I'll talk to Sam and Dean and see what they think . . ." She hesitated, stepping into the hallway and glancing into the war room. God – Chuck – was sitting on the table, strumming a guitar, trying to come up with a word that rhymed with 'beige.' Sara grimaced and stepped back into Claire's room.

"Tomorrow," she finished.

"Good, keep yours fists up . . . feet apart . . . alright, hit me."

Sara hesitated, taking a breath before producing a forceful right cross towards Sam's face.

He caught her by the shoulder, holding her in place, and used his foot to sweep her feet out from under her. Sara landed hard on her back, thankful for the mat that had been spread out on the ground.

Sam frowned. "That was . . . good." He offered his hand.

Sara grabbed it with one hand, then wrapped her other hand around his wrist, yanking his arm and pulling him off balance as she rolled out of the way, releasing his hand to grab his ankle, pull it out from under him, and then slam her foot against the back of his foot, sending him crashing to the ground.

Sam laughed as he rolled onto his back. "Damn. I wasn't expecting that."

"Lots of self-defense and kickboxing classes," Sara grinned, but stopped when Sam jumped up impossibly fast and grabbed her around the waist, tackling her to the ground. Sara struggled under his weight, pulling her knees up and slamming her feet against his stomach, loosening his grip enough push him onto his side, where she rolled onto him, trying to hold him down. But Sam was big, and pushed her off easily, pinning her to the ground and holding her wrists down.

"Years of living with Dean," he explained with a grin, before standing and letting Sara up.

"You're really not too bad. You're a strong fighter," he told her as Sara took a drink of water.

"Claire taught me some new moves, too," she admitted. "She's practicing with Dean. Usually Alex spars with us too, but . . ." she trailed off with a sigh. Sam and Sara sat on the mat for a long, quiet moment.

"I had no idea about Kevin," Sam admitted, taking a drink.

"Who was he, exactly?" Sara frowned, pushing back some hair that had come loose from her bun.

"He was a really good friend," Sam started, pushing his hair back off his face. "But he was just a kid. He found out he was a prophet and we ended up crossing paths. He was kinda caught in a constant tug-of-war between us and . . . well, your dad. Unfortunately, Kevin was murdered by an angel." Sam swallowed. "Who happened to be possessing me."

Sara didn't know what to say. Just when it seemed as though Sam's life couldn't be any harder, he revealed something else about himself.

"Then," Sam continued. "Kevin came back as a ghost. He's attached to a ring that's in his mother's possession, so he travels with her. Sometimes his mom, Linda, stops in to stay with Jody while traveling, so I guess him and Alex just clicked."

"How romantic," Sara said, and Sam gave her an odd look. Sara blushed. "I mean, it's like a tragic epic, you know? It's practically Shakespearean. Two young people with tragic backgrounds fall in love, but even more tragically can never be together. It's beautiful. But also very heart wrenching. I can never begin to imagine how poor Alex must be feeling."

She began unwrapping the athletic tape from her hand, oblivious to the way Sam was staring at her. Her thought process was so similar to his own it was often eerie. Dean wasn't kidding when he called her 'Mini Sam' – where Claire was so similar to Dean, Sara and Sam shared an abundance of traits. He had an extremely hard time believing her father was Crowley, who was about as far from Sam as anyone. He had to admit, it was nice to have someone who understood. Though young, Sara was someone Sam could confide in. Dean was his brother, and his best friend – but there were some things Sam couldn't talk about with him.

He wondered for a moment if this is what having a younger sibling was like.

Sara glanced at Sam, noticing his staring. She frowned. "What?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're the last thing I'd expect from a half demon teenage girl."

Sara grinned. "I do hope that was a compliment."

Sam chuckled again, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you alright?" Sara asked, tilting her head.

Sam sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine." Then he ran his hand down over his face, shaking his head again. "Actually, no. I'm not. Dean had a vision or a hallucination or something last night. It was Amara."

"The Darkness?" Sara raised her eyebrows.

Sam nodded. "She's totally fixated on him. She showed him Lucifer. He's not doing well under whatever pressure Amara's got him under. I'm worried about my brother, and Cas, too."

"What will you do?" Sara asked hesitantly.

He didn't get a chance to answer as Dean arrived in the doorway, phone in hand and face grim. "We've got something," he said lowly.