Bobby Singer leaned over the map that had been spread out over the hood of the Impala. He was wearing a grey long sleeved shirt with a dark gray vest and a worn old green and brown hat pressed down onto his head. "This is it," He said. Pointing to the map. "All demonic signs and omens in the past month."

"You're joking there's nothing here," Dean said, his brows furrowed as he looked up from the map. Ella was leaning her back against the side of the Impala, her arms crossed over her chest. She had immediately taken a flight to the States after hearing that Sam had vanished as well. Bobby nodded.

"Exactly."

Ella glanced over at Dean and Bobby, a worried expression on her face. "Come on, there's gotta be something. What about the normal, low-level stuff?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, exorcisms, that sort of thing."

"That's what I'm telling you, nothing." Bobby said, glancing back and forth between the two of them. "It's completely quiet."

"How are we supposed to look for Sam and Oshea? Close our eyes and point?" Dean was growing impatient. His cell phone rang and he sighed, answering it. He stepped over to the side and answered it.

Ella sighed and walked a little further down the road, pacing. The more time they wasted, the less likely Oshea or Sam would be okay when they found them… if they found them. She had only stepped away for a minute… Two days earlier they were in a grocery store, stacking up on all the necessities, most of which included cookies n' cream ice cream, frozen pizzas, and tater-tots. She stepped away to go get something from another aisle, and when she came back, the shopping cart was abandoned in the middle of the aisle, and Oshea was gone. And now, two days later, they were frantically trying to find out where Sam and Oshea had disappeared to. They knew it had something to do with Yellow Eyes, and they were probably both in the same place.

Ella returned to the car just as Dean hung up the phone. "That was Ash, I guess we're going to the Roadhouse."

"Who's Ash?" Ella spoke up.

"He's a friend of ours, he's going to help us. But we have to get there, now."

Bobby and Ella nodded and the three of them piled into the Impala.

"So we're supposed to be soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?" Jake asked incredulously, pacing across the porch of the old home.

"Well, when you put it like that…" Sam said.

"And we've been picked?"

"Yes," Sam nodded.

"Why us?"

"I'm not sure," Sam said. "Okay, but look, I just know-"

"Sam?" Ava spoke up. "I'm sorry, psychics and spoon bending is one thing but demons?"

Sam was growing impatient. "I know it sounds crazy-"

"It doesn't just sound it." Jake cut in.

"I don't really care what you think," Sam said turning around to glare at Jake. "If we're all gathered here, it means it's starting. We gotta-"

"The only thing I gotta do is stay away from wackjobs like you. I've heard enough. I'm better off on my own. FYI," He looked at Oshea, Ava, Lily and Andy. "So are you," And then he walked off. Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. He frowned and started off in the direction Jake had gone in. He couldn't just let him wander off, something might happen. When he stepped into the house Jake had disappeared into, he found the man backing away from a female demon.

Sam's eyes widened and he grabbed a fire poker, lifting it up and swinging it through the middle of the demon, sending her into a cloud of fire and black smoke that drifted out of the room passed Andy, Lily, and Ava. "Just so you know," Sam said, touching Oshea's hand which was clutching his arm so tightly her knuckles were white. "That was a demon. That thing. I'm not sure, but I think it was an Acheri. That's a-"

"A demon that disguises itself as a little girl," Oshea chimed in quietly.

"Still doesn't tell us where we are though," Sam said with a sigh. "Andy, are you with me or what?"

"In a minute. I'm still working through the 'demons are real' thing." He said, twirling his finger around slowly as he stared at the ground thoughtfully.

A few moments later, they were all moving again. Sam sighed. "Okay, we're looking for iron, silver, salt, any kind of weapon."

"Salt is a weapon?" Jake asked, arching a brow.

"It's a brave new world," Sam said wryly.

"Well, hopefully there is food in this brave new world because I'm friggin' starving," Andy complained.

As the rest of the group wandered inside one of the houses, Lily stopped for a moment, looking around her, and then walking away, walking through woods, hoping to find a way out of there.

THE ROADHOUSE

The Impala turned a corner as Dean drove into the driveway of the Roadhouse. Or, what used to be the Roadhouse. Smoke still lingered in the air around the building, which was burned to a crisp. Only half of the front of the building stood.

"What the hell…" Dean muttered, stopping the car in front of it. They all glanced nervously out at the wreckage and got out of the car.

"My God…" Bobby mumbled as they were walking through the mess, looking down at the partially exposed dead bodies amongst the pieces of wood here and there.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked, looking around.

Bobby shook his head. "No, no Ash either."

Dean kneeled down when he saw part of an arm, black and burned, hanging out from underneath a piece of wood. He pulled it up a little to examine it close. A watch was strapped onto its wrist.

"Oh, Ash, damn it." Dean muttered, dropping the hand and looking over at Bobby and Ella.

Ella sighed. "This isn't good…"

"This is-"

"What the hell did Ash know? We got no way of knowing where Ellen is or if she's even alive. We got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us, now how the hell are we gonna find Sam or Oshea?"

Ella looked at Dean. "We'll find them.."

Dean suddenly lifted a hand to his forehead and grunted in pain, a flash of images appearing in his mind, like a vision.

"What was that?" Bobby and Ella both said at the same time.

"I.. I don't know. Headache?" Dean said.

"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked.

"No… must be the stress," He chucked a little. "I coulda swore I saw something."

"Like a vision?" Ella asked.

"No, not like a vision. I'm not some psychic." The splitting pain came again, along with the images.

"Dean?" Bobby put a hand on Dean's shoulder while Ella stared worriedly.

And then as quickly as it came, the vision was over. "I saw Sam. I don't know how."

"What did you see?"

"It was some kind of bell.. it had an engraving on it, I don't know."

"Engraving? Was it some kind of tree, like an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

"I know where they are."

Sam sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to fend off the weariness that was plaguing him. He did not believe that things had gotten worse, but they had. Not only were they in a strange place with demons running around, but now people were dying. They had found Lily hanging on the creaking windmill. Sam could still see her, and for once he was glad that Oshea was blind. She was dozing against him, and he had a protective arm around her shoulders, holding her against his chest. He leaned his head against hers and closed his eyes, planning on just resting for a moment. He was awakened from a terrible nightmare by a scream. He jerked up and looked down at Oshea, who was awake herself. "Sam…"

"It's okay." He said slowly, rubbing her arm a little. "It's okay. Come on." He stood up with her and started to walk out of the house where they had taken shelter. "Come on, let's see if we can find the others."

When Oshea and Sam walked out of the house, they found Ava standing over Andy's bloodied body. "I.. I just found him like this!" She whimpered, tears falling from her eyes as she looked down at Andy.

Sam's eyes grew wide and he felt a little bile rose in his throat. He blinked and looked away from the sight of Andy laying on the floor with his guts spilling out onto the dusty earth. He looked at Ava, keeping one arm protectively around Oshea's shoulders. "Where were you? The others were looking all over for you…"

"I went to look for some water! And when I came back he was… Oh God…" She sobbed.

Sam's brows furrowed and realization dawned on him. His eyes grew slightly wide as he stared at her and he released Oshea, carefully pushing her behind of him. "You're lying…" He said quietly.

Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she looked up at him. "What are you talking about, Sam? Why are you saying that?" She sobbed.

"You've been here for five months, no one else has been here that long." Sam said, narrowing his eyes.

"I told you, I- I don't know how I got here. Two days ago I was with you and now it's five months later somehow and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with psychic people who keep getting killed off because of some demon! This is insane!"

"Then why did the rest of us just disappear? You're the only one here who has been missing five months. And that… that 'headache' you got when Lily died? Cut the act, Ava, and tell me why you're doing this."

She continued to sob almost hysterically. "Sam, I don't know, I really…" She sighed, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears. She chuckled. "Had you going there, though, didn't I?"

Sam stiffened. "Why are you doing this, Ava? How could you?"

"You don't understand, do you, Sam? There's a whole other world out there if you just give into those powers of yours. All the switches that just flip in your brain, it's amazing!" She grinned. "Sam, this is just a game, and all I'm trying to do is win. So nothing personal, you two," She winked before putting her hands to her forehead and squinting as if she was having a headache.

Sam shook his head. "Ava, no! Stop it! Stop it, Ava!" He cried, he glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the demon that Ava was summoning shove it's claws through Oshea's side and throw her away. Oshea screamed as she crashed through the window of one of the buildings. "Oshea!" He took a step back, staring at the demon that was coming toward him.

A few moments later Jake ran up behind Ava, and put both hands around her neck. With a slight jerk, there was a snap, and Ava's body fell to the ground limply, and the demon disappeared. Sam whirled around to face Jake, panting a little as he looked down at Ava's body as it sank to the ground. He took a deep breath and started to step away. "Come on, we have to get out of here."

"Sorry Sam, but no. Only one of us is getting out of here," Jake said, shaking his head. "I'll go, try to find a way out of here, and then I'll call for help."

Sam froze and stared at Jake in utter shock. "Jake, no… come on. We can get out together!"

"How do I know you're not going to turn on me?"

"I'm not going to!" Sam said quickly. "I promise! Look." He reached into his waistband and pulled out his knife, dropping it to the ground. "Okay? Now come on, let's go see if we can find Oshea and get out of here… okay?"

Jake shook his head. "No, Sam. I'm sorry, but I can't trust you." And with that, he swung his fist at Sam, sending him flying backwards. Sam gave a cry and crashed into a fence. The pieces of the fence broke beneath him and he groaned as he tried to push himself to up.

Jake started to walk towards him, his fist ready to throw another punch. Sam kicked him sharply in the abdomen. He stood up quickly and threw another punch at Jake, sending him staggering. He picked up a piece of the broken fence and struck him across the face. He looked down at Jake's still form and briefly entertained the idea of ending him right then. With a frustrated sigh, he through the piece away and staggered away from the man's body, going down the dusty road.

A couple moments later, Jake gathered up enough strength to stand back up, and he picked up the broken piece of fence, breaking into a run after Sam. Sam sighed as he stumbled through the streets, really wishing that he could just go home. He froze, his eyes growing wide as he could have sworn that he heard his brother. Turning, he looked down the road and saw Dean and Bobby and Ella coming down the road toward him. "Dean?" He said quickly, almost afraid that they were going to disappear. "Dean!"

"Sammy! Sammy look out!" Dean yelled.

Jake quickly appeared behind Sam, shoving the weapon into Sam's back, twisting it around and cutting straight through his spinal chord. Sam's eyes widened and he grunted, feeling pain tearing through him. He tilted his head back, seeing the sky spinning slowly above him. The weapon was suddenly ripped from his back, and he gave a soft sigh, sinking to his knees.

"SAM!" Dean yelled as he ran towards Sam, and when he reached him he grabbed his arms and held him up right. "Sammy, no…" He said, as Bobby ran ahead after Jake. Sam slumped over into Dean's arms and wobbled around a bit. Tears started to form in Dean's eyes as he pulled Sam away to look at him. "It's okay, Sammy, it's okay, you're going to be okay," He said. "It's not even that bad, it-" He put his hand on his back and felt blood drenching the entire back side of his jacket.

Sam grimaced as Dean placed a hand on his back. He parted his lips slightly, but could not speak. He knew when Dean stopped talking that it must have been bad. When Dean leaned him back a little to look at him, Sam's head lolled slightly. His eyelids felt heavy and started to droop. Dean's voice was starting to sound far away.

Dean continued to shake Sam but Sam just fell over onto him, his head resting on his shoulder as he went still. "Sam, no… no… no… I can fix this, we can… No, Sam… SAM!"