It was dark as the '67 Impala tore down the road. Oshea and Ella were sleeping in the backseat. Sam glanced back at Ella then looked to Dean. "Do you think they're going to be okay?"

Dean sighed, glancing back at them in the rearview mirror and then returning his eyes to the road that was flooded with the bright lights of the Impala's headlights. "Hell is hell, Sam. It's not a headache, or a bad dream, it's not something you just get over," he shook his head. "Give them some time. They won't be over it. It'll always be there, in the back of their minds, like it's still in mine. But they're strong, they'll deal."

Sam shook his head. "Something just doesn't feel right about it... All of this. Joel seemed really angry when he thought that we had brought them back. Why would he be so mad if they were suffering in Hell? And why would Chuck tell us to not ask for them back?"

"Sam, those angels have more mood swings than all of the pregnant chicks in the entire population combined, and Chuck, well... he's Chuck. Maybe he saw it turning out badly or something, I don't know," He shook his head.

Sam nodded and slumped down at bit in the seat. After a while, he sat up and pointed toward a small building. "Let's stop there and get something to eat. I'm starving..." The words Crossroads Gas Station were painted on a white sign over the old door.

Dean veered off the road and pulled up beside one of the gas pumps. He handed Sam a couple wadded up dollar bills amongst a couple twenties and a few fives. "I'll fill her up, you pay, and get us all food with what's leftover."

Sam nodded, climbing out of the car and flipping through the money a bit before he walked into the building. Oshea shifted in the back and blinked, looking around before she climbed out of the car. She stretched her arms over her head and sighed a little, brushing her fingers through her hair before she looked to Dean. "Where are we?"

"About an hour away from Green River," He replied as he finished putting gas in the tank and closed the lid. "Sam's inside getting some food, you hungry?"

Oshea lifted her shoulders in a little shrug. "I suppose I could eat a little something." She said quietly, glancing toward the store. "I'll go inside and see what they have." She stepped away from the car and into the store. The little bell rang as she opened the door and moved inside. When she stepped in, she paused, catching a whiff of a familiar smell. Her eyes fluttered closed and she felt that familiar hunger, her mouth watering a little. It was the smell of demon blood.

Two men approached her, one was a tall, lanky balding man, and the other was a chubby man wearing a plaid shirt and denim jeans. Both had black eyes. A petite woman with curly red hair walked up between them, smiling at Oshea "Well, well, lucky me, look what landed right in our lap," She grinned and then her attention turned to the tall man paying at the register. "Sam Winchester?" She gasped, "Gosh, it looks like we just hit the jackpot today, doesn't it? Oh, I bet anything your dimwitted brother and the protected-by-angels-girl are right outside." She chuckled.

Oshea turned toward them, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Don't you have anything better to do than harrass us? I'm really not in the mood to deal with you all." She said, starting to step between the two men.

Sam turned from the register where he was paying for the random snacks and candy he had grabbed from the shelves. He reached into the waistband of his pants, pulling out the demon killing knife. "What do you want?"

The woman smiled. "Golly, how about an autograph? You see, me and my boys here are just so gosh darn starstruck by you Winchester boys," Sighing, she continued. "We want to kill you, what do you think?" She rolled her eyes. "Really, now, I'd expect that from your brother, but you, Sam? You're supposed to be the brains of the bunch."

Oshea narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand, concentrating on one of the demons. Sam did not speak, but twirled the knife in his hand and stepped forward, swiping the demon killing knife toward the female.

The female demon rolled her eyes, waving one of her hands in Sam's direction, sending him flying across the room, knocking over a shelf. She turned to Oshea and faked a yawn. "Is that the best you can do? Man, I gotta tell you, you guys don't live up to the hype."

"Can we just kill her already?" The chubby demon spoke up.

"Yeah," The other demon chimed in impatiently. "I hate to interrupt your witty banter, but would it be possible to speed this up a bit?"

"Shut up," She snapped at the two demons and then her glare turned into a grin as she looked back at Oshea. "You know, we actually should be thanking you. And your sis."

Sam gasped as he was flung backwards and struck the shelf, knocking down various cans and bottles. Oshea's eyes widened a little when nothing happened and she lowered her hand, letting it fall limply to her side. Perhaps if they killed her, she could go back to Heaven. "What are you talking about?" She whispered, her brows furrowing.

The woman's eyes widened a little and she laughed. "You mean you don't know? Oh that is just delightful," She grinned. "When you came back, you opened- no, you kicked down a door separating Hell and Earth. It's been fantastic, really. I mean, I've been stuck down there for centuries, trying to get out, and you two gals accidentally pull the trigger that starts this whole shindig? I really owe you two a fruit basket."

Oshea shook her head slowly. "No.. that.. that can't be true." She said quietly. She could not think of a reason for them to lie, though. Could it really be true? When they were torn from Heaven, from their family and new friends, from their peace and happiness... did they really jump start the apocalypse? Guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she felt like she might drown in the surging emotions. She staggered back, shaking her head again. "It can't be true..."

She shrugged. "Believe me, don't believe me, I could really care less. But it makes sense, I mean, why else would that pathetic excuse for an angel lead you there anyway? You were supposed to die, and you were supposed to come back," She paused and then laughed, "It's almost ironic. You're pulled from Heaven, only to be thrown into hell on earth. Only this time the hell is much, much more real."

One of the demons cleared his throat loudly, glaring impatiently in the woman's direction.

"Kill them," The female demon finally said, stepping back. "But make it quick. I'm gonna go make a slurpee then we gotta hit the road. You want one?" She nodded at Oshea and then clicked her tongue. "Oh wait, you'll be a little preoccupied with the whole being dead thing. Oh well, raincheck?" She smiled and then walked away, the two male demons stepping forward.

Oshea stared at the female demon, her eyes wide. When the male demons stepped forward, she stepped back cautiously, glancing around for a weapon. Suddenly, the tip of a knife poked through the Adam's apple of one of the demons. Sam rushed forward, grabbing the knife as the demon collapsed. "Oshea, come on!" Oshea snapped out of her daze and ran for the door, pausing to grab a large can of salt. She yanked it open and poured it in a line across the doorway before rushing to the car. "Dean! Start the car we have to go!" Sam said, a little blood running down the back of his neck from where his head struck the shelves.

Ella remained fast asleep in the backseat, but Dean jumped in his seat, startled by Sam's voice. He quickly cranked the car and looked at them through the opposite window as they fled from the gas station and piled into the car "Dude, what the hell?" He arched a brow at their empty hands. "And where's the food?"

Oshea was panting as she sat beside her sleeping sister. She placed a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back tears. It was their faults. She and Ella had jumpstarted the apocalypse. Sam glanced back at the station as they drove away from it. "Demons. There were a bunch of demons inside."

Dean cursed under his breath. "Well what did they want, I mean other than to kill us?"

Sam grimaced, lifting a hand to his head. "I'm not sure. They threw me into the window and I kinda was out of it for a minute. Did they say anything, Oshea?" Oshea looked up at him then glanced to Dean. After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head.

"No... they didn't say anything. Just the normal stuff..."

Dean nodded. "Well it wasn't a coincidence. Whenever we randomly stumble onto a bunch of demons, it's never a good sign. Something's definitely up."