A/N: The next five chapters are basically a rewrite of All Hell Breaks Loose pt. 1 and pt. 2, except for writing in Oshea and Ella, but it's important for the storyline, so we couldn't really leave anything out.

Sam gave a soft gasp and jerked up, his eyes fluttering and opening. He found himself sprawled on a door-like shape of wood that was laying in the midst of a patch of tall, dead dry grass. He pushed himself up into a sitting position then stood to his feet. He looked around slowly then stepped away from the plank of wood he had been laying on and reached for his cell phone. He pulled it out and quickly flipped it open, frowned and lifting it into the air in search of a signal. When he found none, he sighed sharply and slammed the phone closed. He paused and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ella? Ella, are you there? Ella!"

Sam perked up slightly when he heard the familiar voice. "Oshea? Oshea!" He broke into a jog and slipped between a pair of buildings, letting his fingertips brush against the side of one of them. He stepped out onto a dusty dirt road that cut through what looked like a ghost town out of an old western movie. Oshea was wandering aimlessly in the middle of the road, her arms stretched out in front of her as she tried to navigate. Sam sighed with relief, glad to see a familiar face and he ran to her, taking her outstretched hand. "Oshea! Man, it's great to see you. Are you alright?"

Oshea clung to his hand and turned to face him. "Sam! I'm so glad you're alright! Where are we? Do you know where Ella is? Or Dean, is he here?" She asked hopefully. Sam sighed and shook his head, then remembering she couldn't see him doing it, he spoke.

"No, I don't know where Ella or Dean are, but from what I can see they aren't here. I don't know where here is either." He said with a frown, looking up at an old, rusty windmill as its blades slowly turned, creaking loudly. "Come on, just stick with me and we'll be okay. We'll figure this out." He looped his arm with hers and started walking with her through the town. He moved up to a building, stepping up onto the stoop of a building with a sign on the door reading 'Cobbler.' He peered inside the door's window, squinting, but didn't see anything. He tried the next building, too, but again there was nothing. He did hear a loud creak, and he froze. Oshea tightened her grip on his arm.

"What was that?" She whispered.

Sam frowned. "I'm not sure… here, get behind me and put your hands on my back. Stay with me." He said, looking around and finding an old two by four leaned against the wall of the building. He picked it up with both hands and stepped forward toward an alley between the building where he and Oshea were and the next. He scooted to the edge of the building and lifted the board as he stepped into the alley.

A young man with short, scruffy dark brown hair, wearing a black jacket over top a gray hoodie, was walking through the alley, chewing on the tip of the necklace he was wearing. When Sam started to swing at him, he flailed his arms about and ducked, falling to the ground. "Aah!"

"Andy?"

"What are you doing here?" Andy asked quickly. "What am I doing here?" He said frantically gesturing toward himself.

"I don't know. Just-"

"Where aaaare we?" He slightly whined.

Sam sighed, throwing away the two by four. "Andy, look, just calm down."

"I can't calm down!" He squeaked. "I have just woke up in frigging Frontierland." He said, lifting his hands and waving them a little by his head. Oshea stepped around from behind Sam, holding onto his arm. Andy frowned, calming for a split second. "Who is that?"

Sam glanced back at the girl then looked to Andy. "This is Oshea. She's a psychic hunter from Scotland. But that's beside the point. What is the last thing that you remember?"

Andy sighed and lifted his hands to his head and closing his eyes. "Honestly? My fourth bong-load." Sam stared at him blankly, and Andy continued. "It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell, like, uh-"

"Like sulfur?" Sam questioned.

"How did you know that?" Andy said nervously.

"Dean."

"Your brother, is-is he here?" He said nervously, pointing to the ground beneath him.

"I don't know where he is. I don't know if he's-" He stopped as he heard the sound of a woman screaming somewhere in the distance.

"Please, I'm locked in here!" The woman's voice continued to yell, banging at the doors inside an old, locked shed. Andy, Oshea and Sam moved around the buildings toward the padlocked shed and Sam stepped forward, with Oshea still clinging to his arm. Sam placed his hands on the surface of the door as the woman continued to cry out.

"Okay. Okay. I'm here. We're gonna get you out alright?" He said through the door. "Just hold on a second," he said, looking around on the ground for something to break the lock.

"Please!" The woman yelled, and then started to cry, her sobs somewhat muffled from the behind the shed's door. Sam reached over and grabbed a huge rock, smashing it repeatedly against the padlock until it snapped.

"All right, one second." He said, pulling the lock out and opening the door.

"Please…" She whimpered one last time before the door was pulled open. A young woman with long dark brown hair, wearing an olive colored jacked over a purple top and a par of dark jeans.

"Ava?" Sam looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise.

Ava's expression was exactly the same. "Oh, my god. Sam!" She gasped, running toward him and attacking him with a hug, sobbing into his chest. Sam staggered slightly, his eyes wide, and Oshea gave a small squeak of alarm.

"What's going on?" She asked quickly, still clinging to Sam's arm.

"Sorry, Oshea." Sam said, rubbing Ava's back comfortingly. "This is Ava…"

"So I guess you guys know each other," Andy said slowly.

Sam looked at him, "Yeah."

Ava pulled away from Sam, waving a finger at him. "How did you-? I mean-" She pointed behind her.

"Ava, have you been here this whole time?" Sam asked with a confused expression.

"What whole time? I just woke up in there like a half an hour ago," She said frantically.

"Well, you've been gone for five months. My brother and I have been looking for you everywhere." Sam said slowly, his brows furrowing.

Ava smiled at Sam skeptically, "Okay, that's impossible, because I just saw you two days ago."

"You didn't. I'm sorry." He said with a small shake of his head.

"But… that makes no sense. It's-" She looked away for a moment shaking her head. "Oh, my God," She exclaimed, a thought popping into her head. "My fiancé, Brandy, if I've been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!"

Sam stared at her a moment. "Well-"

"Oh!" She started to cry into the palm of her hand when she suddenly realized Andy had been standing there. Andy stared and flopped up the too long sleeve of his jacket.

"Hey."

Ava looked at Andy, and then at Sam, and back at Andy. Andy blinked. "Andy. Also freaking out."

Sam nodded. "And this is Oshea. Psychic huntress from Scotland."

Oshea lifted a hand shakily. "Hi…"

Ava stared at Andy for a moment and then blinked. "Okay," She turned back to Sam, "What's happening?"

"I don't know. I don't really know yet." Sam stammered. "But I know one thing. I know what the four of us have in common."

A man's deep voice echoed throughout the empty town. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Maybe more than four." Sam said, stepping away with Oshea in tow.

"Wait," Ava said weakly, and the small group drifted down the damp, muddy road between the buildings, following the voice.

"Hello?" Sam said. "Hey, are you guys alright?" He said as the small group rounded the building and came upon an African American man wearing fatigues and a blonde girl wearing a thigh length black leather coat and tights.

"I think so," the dark skinned man replied.

"I'm Sam."

"I'm Jake."

"Lily," The blonde girl answered.

"Okay this is Oshea, Andy and Ava. Are there any more of you?" He asked, furrowing his brows as he leaned slightly to look around them.

"No."

"How did we even get here?" Lily asked, her arms crossed over her chest. "A minute ago I was in San Diego."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to bed last night in Afghanistan," Jake said.

Ava arched her brows and stared at him.

"Let me take a wild guess. You're both 23?" Sam paused and the expressions on the two new arrivals let him know that he was correct. "We all are. And we all have abilities." Sam explained.

"What?"

"It started a little over a year ago… when you found you could do things. Things you didn't think were possible. I have visions. I see things before they happen. So does Oshea." He said, gesturing toward the blind girl still clinging with a vice grip to his arm.

"Me, too." Ava said.

"I can put thoughts into people's heads, like, make them do stuff. But don't worry, I don't think it works on you guys." Andy explained almost happily. "Oh, but get this, um, I've been practicing. Training my brain like meditation, right? So now, it's not just thoughts I can beam out but images, too." Andy said smiling and waving his hands around expressively as he spoke. "Like, anything I want it's like BAM! People, they see it. This one guy I know, total dick. I used it on him. Gay porn, all hours of the day. It's just like- you should have seen the look on his face," He said cracking up while the others stared at him blankly.

Sam smiled and gave a polite half chuckle while Andy stepped away, embarrassed.

"Oh okay."

Lily spoke up angrily. "So you go 'Simon says give me your wallet' and they do? You three have visions? That's great! I'd kill for something like that."

"Lily, listen, it's okay-"

"No, it's not." She lifted up her left hand. "I touch people, their hearts STOP. I can barely leave my house. My life hasn't exactly improved. So screw you. I just want to go home," She started to turn away.

"And what, we don't?" Jake said, turning to look at her.

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him, pointing a finger at him. "You know what, don't talk to me like that-"

"Hey!" Sam cut in. "Look whether we like it or not, we're all here. And so we all have to deal with this."

"Who brought us here?" Andy asked.

"Less of a who, more of a what," Sam replied.

"What does that mean?" Ava asked.

"It's uh… it's a demon."

Everyone stared at Sam blankly, speechless. Lily scoffed and looked away.