Dean and Bobby pulled into the parking lot of the Budget Inn, and stepped out of the Impala, walking towards room number 6, where they had tracked them down. Dean and Bobby exchanged glances and then Dean lifted his fist and knocked on the door.

Sam walked up to the door and opened it. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans that looked as if they had been hastily pulled on. They were still unzipped and unbuttoned. His eyes grew very wide as he stared at Dean and he looked him up and down before taking a step backward and turning. He grabbed a weapon off the nightstand. "Ella! ELLA!" He shouted, rushing toward Dean. Bobby shook his head.

"Sam! Sam, stop it, it's him!"

Ella's eyes widened as she crawled out of bed, wearing only one of Sam's plaid button up shirts, which was very long and oversized on her short and thin form. She pulled a knife from under her pillow and hurried over to Sam's side, her eyes wide.

"Sam, sam, stop it, it's me!" Dean said as he tried to wrestle the knife away from Sam.

Bobby stepped into the room and held up a hand to stop Ella, grabbing Sam and pulling him back. "Sam! I already went through the whole drill. It's really him, Sam! It's really him." Sam struggled in Bobby's grasp a moment before he slowly went still. He stared at Dean a moment as Bobby released him.

"Dean?" Sam whispered.

Dean smile a little. "Hey Sam."

Sam smiled back and stepped forward, pulling his brother into a tight hug.

After they stepped away from each other, Ella stared at Dean. "Dean, is it really you?" She asked quietly.

Dean looked over at her and then arched a brow, looking over at her outfit, and then looking over at Sam, and then back at Ella. He cleared his throat. "Hope we didn't, uh… interrupt, anything…" He mumbled and then looked around the room. "Where's Oshea?"

"Uh no… no, we were…," Sam was grinning as he looked back at Ella, rubbing the back of his neck. "We were done… uh… Oshea… we sent her to the Laundromat to wash the clothes so we could have some alone time…. Uh… yeah." he cleared his throat. "You should go see her." Sam said with a nod. "This has been pretty hard on her, she'll want to know that you're… that you're back." Sam smiled, shaking his head with disbelief. "I don't believe this, Dean… how did this happen?"

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "So you didn't have anything to do with this?"

Sam shook his head slowly, lowering his eyes. "No… sorry, Dean, I wish I was the one that was able to bring you back. I tried everything, but they wouldn't make a deal with me…" He glanced over to Ella then back to Dean. "Oshea… I think she might have tried, too, but… she hasn't spoken much so… we're not sure if she was able to get a deal somehow or not."

Dean looked saddened for a moment. "But there's a possibility she did?"

Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah, she disappeared from the hotel one night. We went to all the crossroads we could find, the ground was disturbed in all the places we passed. We finally found her back at the camp site. She hasn't spoken much since then."

Dean nodded and without a word turned towards the door and started to leave.

Sam frowned as he watched him starting to go and looked to Ella, curving an arm around her shoulders and rubbing her upper arm. Bobby looked to Dean. "Where you going now, ya idjit?"

"To talk to Oshea," Dean mumbled. "Be back in a little while."

Oshea was standing in front of the open dryer, wearing her green hoodie that was only partially zipped so that the collar hung off one of her bare shoulders, exposing part of her tattoo, and a pair of white short shorts. Her thick hair was tied back into a high, slightly messy ponytail. There were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep due to nightmares. She was mechanically pulling out the clothes, folding them carefully before placing them into the plastic basket.

Dean slammed on the breaks as he pulled into a parking space. He got out of the car, slamming it behind him as he walked inside the small Laundromat. As soon as he saw Oshea, though, his angry expression softened. Oshea did not look up as the bell on the Laundromat door jingled. She finished folding the last of the clothes and picked up the basket turning to start toward the door. When she looked up and saw Dean standing there, she dropped the basket of clothes onto the floor. She trembled as she brought a hand to her gaping mouth, covering it. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn't move for fear that this was some kind of hallucination and Dean would just vanish if she tried to go to him.

"Well, you're the first person today that hasn't tried to kill me," he said quietly.

Oshea swallowed hard and stepped over the fallen basket and clothes. She walked fast then broke into a jog, going over to him and throwing her arms around him tightly. "I don't know what you are… demon… shape shifter… I don't care…." She said, clinging to him. "Anything that lets me see Dean again…" Her voice trailed off.

Dean held her tightly for a moment before pulling her away. "It's really me. I already went to see Bobby and Sam and Ella, and all three of them tried to kill me. But we're all on the same page now… except for why and how I'm back. Anything you want to say to me?" He arched a brow seriously.

Oshea shook her head, smiling brightly. "I… I can't believe it's really you." She said quietly. When he questioned her, she frowned a little and shook her head. "I… what are you talking about?" She blinked and her brows lifted. "Wait… do you think I…?" She shook her head slowly, lowering her eyes. "No, Dean. I tried. I tried every crossroads for miles and all of them laughed in my face and turned me down."

Dean furrowed his brows. "I don't get this," he said shaking his head. "If Sam didn't make a deal, and if you didn't… then what brought me back?"

"Does it matter…?" Oshea said, shaking her head. "You're back." She smiled, lifting her hand and touching his face. "You're back and none of us are getting dragged to Hell."

Dean shook his head. "Before we left to go find Sam, Bobby mentioned heading over to this one psychic he knows to see if she can figure out what did this," he said, pulling up his sleeve for the third time that day. Oshea's eyes narrowed and she lifted a hand, brushing the pads of her fingers over the raised welt in the shape of the hand.

"I've… I've never see anything like this before." She said with a frown. She stepped back a little and walked over to the pile of clothes she'd dropped. She dumped them into the basket without folding them. "Well, let's go find this psychic then."

The door of Pamela Barnes' front door swung open, revealing a dark haired woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, wearing a black Ramones shirt and tight dark jeans. Her smile brightened when she saw Bobby, and gave him a friendly hug. "Bobby!" She looked over at Sam and Dean. "Mm-mmm…" she said, grinning a little. "Dean Winchester, out of the fire and back in the frying pan, makes you a rare individual," she said, and her gaze moved over and rested on the two sisters. "Name's Pamela, and you are?"

Ella glared at Pamela as her eyes lingered over Sam and Dean, and when she looked at her and Ella, she faked a smile. "I'm Ella. This is my sister Oshea," she said with a nod.

Pamela nodded, smiling and then looking over at Bobby. "I've Ouijied my way through a dozen spirits, no one seems to know who broke your boy out or why."

"So what do we do next?" Dean asked.

Pamela shrugged. "A séance I think. "

"You're not gonna summon the thing here are you?" Bobby asked as he arched a brow. Oshea had her arms crossed over her chest, staying close to Dean as she eyed Pamela.

Pamela noticed this and smirked. "Don't worry, hun, I like tall guys," she said with a wink at Sam. She shook her head at Bobby, chuckling a bit. "No, just a little preview. Like a crystal ball without the crystal," she said, stepping through the doorway and going into her house, letting them follow.

Oshea arched a brow at Pamela and glanced to Ella. Sam blinked as he looked over at Pamela and gave a little shy smile. He cleared his throat a little and followed after her into the next room.

Pamela threw a black blanket with a Devil's Trap symbol on it in white. She set up the room for the spell, setting up candles around the room and on the table. "You guys ready?"

Bobby nodded, looking around the table at the others. Oshea sat beside Dean, nodding as well, holding onto Dean's hand with one hand and her sister's the with other. Sam sat beside of Ella and Bobby, holding their hands. Sam looked up at Pamela. "We're all ready."

Pamela smiled, sitting down on the other side of Dean. "I need to touch something our mystery monster touched."

Dean pulled up his sleeve and Pamela reached over and placed her hand over the reddish handprint on Dean's arm, and began to chant, with her eyes closed. The television turned itself on and hissed with static, the lights flickered and crackled. As she chanted, a voice began to speak to her. "Pamela, my name is Castiel. You have to stop this."

"Castiel? Castiel, no, I don't scare that easy."

"Castiel?" Dean asked, peeking for a second through squinted eyes.

Pamela nodded. "That's it's name. It's warning me, urging me to turn back."

"Maybe we should stop," Bobby said, opening his eyes to look over at Pamela as the table began to shake, rocking the candles on the table. Oshea gasped, her eyes coming open as well as she felt the table jerking as if they were experiencing an earthquake.

The voice grew firm as it spoke to her. "Pamela Barnes, you must listen to me, for your own safety. Stop this now."

Pamela started struggling, her eyes remaining closed.

"Maybe you should stop-?" Dean said.

"No. I've almost got him," she said, and continued to chant.

"Pamela, stop it! PAMELA!" As she chanted, a bright light began to appear before her eyes. The light took on a form and continued to grow brighter and brighter until the light engulfed the figure and began to grow so bright it was burning.

Pamela screamed as flames burst through her eyes. When the flames disappeared, she fell over out of the chair. Bobby stood up quickly and rushed over to her side, curving an arm beneath her back and lifting her up from the floor. "Someone call 911!" Sam nodded quickly and stood up from the table, running from the room to make the call. Oshea stood up from the table and looked over it toward the fallen psychic.

"What just happened?"

Pamela started to sob. "Oh god…" She opened her eyelids. "I can't see… I can't see…"

Oshea's eyes widened and she threw her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream. Bobby stiffened as he looked down at Pamela's face. Two streams of blood had spilled from her burnt eyelids that were curved around black and empty eye sockets.

"I can't see!" Pamela cried out again.