He arrived at the Starlight Hotel, the demon killing knife tucked in his back pocket. Sam flipped his phone closed and waited until he saw the Impala pull into the parking lot of the hotel. He walked to it. "Dean, I'm going to go back and keep an eye on Ella. You gonna... I mean... will you be okay here?"

He nodded, stepping out of the car and tossing his brother the keys. "Which room?"

Sam caught the keys and climbed into the car. "224, second floor." He said, gesturing toward the room door. "Call me if anything goes wrong, Dean." He whispered before starting the car and pulling out.

Dean silently walked to the building, and up the stairs. He knocked on the door loudly, and after a few moments, Jonah answered the door and was greeted by one of Dean's fists slamming into his face, sending him stumbling backwards into the room. Oshea jerked up from the bed, her eyes wide. She was clothed in her short black nightgown and the body of a limp male was laying at her feet, blood oozing from a deep gash in his throat. The red fluid was smeared against Oshea's lips and chin. She lowered her eyes and quickly began to wipe it away with the heel of her hand.

"Oshea," He said, gritting his teeth. "Get some damn clothes on and get back to the motel," He said, not taking his eyes off of Jonah as he spoke.

Oshea flinched as if she had been stricken and looked up at Dean sadly. "Dean... you don't understand. I know it's very cliche, but this... this honestly is not what it looks like. Well.. it is what it looks like, but... there is a really good reason for it. If you would... just let me explain..."

"Yeah, Dean, lighten up. We were just having a little fun," The demon grinned.

"Get back to the motel, Oshea," He said again.

"I can't, Dean!" She said quickly, stepping toward him. "I can't. I have... I have to do this, I don't have any choice."

He shrugged. "Watch, don't watch, I don't really care." He pulled the knife out of his back pocket, diving towards Jonah. Jonah smirked and quickly grabbed Dean by the neck, forcing him against the wall as he started to punch him with his other hand. After about ten punches, the knife was released from Dean's hand and fell to the carpet below.

"Dean, stop!" Oshea cried, paling as she saw him charge toward Jonah. Tears rose to her eyes as Jonah forced him against the wall and she rushed toward Jonah, grabbing his arm. "Jonah, stop this! Stop it!"

Jonah let go of Dean, his limp body slumping down the wall to the floor as he coughed up blood. Jonah turned and looked at Oshea a split second before she was flung across the room and crashed into the large mahogany dresser. "Stop? Now why would I do that?"

Oshea struck the dresser sharply and cried out, sinking to her knees on the floor. She grunted and reached up a hand, laying it on the top of the dresser and pulling herself back up to her feet. "I'm doing what you want, Jonah. Just leave him out of this. It was part of our deal, remember?" She said lowly as she stepped toward him. "Unless you want me to send you back to Hell?"

Jonah laughed loudly. "You? Send me back to Hell? Ha, you don't have the stones, my dear. And even if you did send me back, I would only crawl my way out eventually, and you know what the first thing on my to do list would be? Making sure Dean Winchester here dies a long, painful death. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

Oshea narrowed her eyes. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to think that you were actually going to help me." She snapped. "Fine, I won't send you back to Hell. I'll kill you before you get the chance to hurt anyone else." She said, lifting her hand.

Jonah rolled his eyes, before lunging toward her and pinning her to the ground. He raised his fist in the air, bringing it down sharply across Oshea's face. "You know what you are, Oshea? You're ungrateful," He sighed, hitting her again. "I mean, I'm the one who told you about your powers, taught you how to use them..." Another hit. "I stayed away from Ella and the Winchesters, like you asked. I gave you my own blood, I promised to help undo this apocalypse as long as you just behaved yourself... and you couldn't even do a simple thing like that," He shrugged. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. If you're dumb enough to trust a demon, you're dumb enough to betray one... It's too bad, we had some good times," He grinned and raised his fist to hit her again, but the impact never came. The end of the blade of a knife was swiftly thrust through the back of his neck, sticking out the front of his throat as a bright light surged through his body for a moment, flashing brightly one last time before the knife was jerked out of his throat and he collapsed sideways onto the floor.

The breath was torn from her lungs as she violently was thrown to the ground. She cried out as his fist connected with her face. She closed her eyes, bracing for the next blow, but it never came. Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched as he fell to the floor. She scrambled backwards away from his limp form, her back pressing against the wall. Her left eye was already beginning to swell and bruise and her own blood trickled from her split lip. Dean lifted a hand to wipe away the blood that had trickled down his face from his nose and lips, and stuck the knife back in his pocket, looking down at Oshea. He waited a moment before extending a hand and pulling her up. "Come on," He said quietly, glancing back at the body before turning to the door and walking out it.

Tears were running down Oshea's face as she looked up at Dean. She took his hand and stood up with his help. She nodded a little and followed him back to the motel where they had all been staying. Before they stepped inside the room, she glanced up at Dean. "I.. I really can explain, Dean... you know that I wouldn't have done this without good reason..."

He shook his head. "Really, another excuse? I'm shocked," He threw his hands up. "Fine, I'm all ears. What?"

Oshea kept her eyes down. She felt too guilty to even look at Dean, not just from being caught with Jonah again, but for causing the apocalypse in the first place. "Jonah told me that there was a way I could stop the apocalypse. He said that when Ella and I were brought back we opened a doorway to Hell and that is where all of the demons are coming from. He said that there was a ritual to close it, and that if I did what he said, he would tell me the details. He told me that the door wasn't actually a physical door, but some kind of scared pagan item or something. He said I needed the demon blood to complete the ritual, but... you came before he could tell me anything else... Dean, I just want to fix what Ella and I caused... "

"For god's sake, Oshea, he's a demon. Even if he was telling the truth about you guys jump starting the apocalypse, since when does a demon give a crap about helping save the world?"

"He said that the demons' purpose was to make humans miserable so what happens when all of the humans are dead or being used as meat suits for these things?" She said with a weak shrug. "I checked it out with Bobby... he said that he'd heard of something like that... so I knew Jonah wasn't lying.."

"So you talked to Bobby about this? But not me? Or Sam? Or even Ella? When were you planning on informing us about your little extra curricular activities, huh? He could have killed you, Oshea. All he was trying to do was turn you into a monster, and deep inside, I think you know I'm right," He shook his head before pushing open the motel door and walking inside.

"I only talked to Bobby about the ritual. I wanted to make sure that it was legit before I even gave Jonah the time of day. I was going to tell you, Dean... I just didn't want to get everyone's hopes up until

I had found something concrete..." She narrowed her eyes a little as he started to step back inside. "Who says that I would have minded if he had killed me?" She snapped, remaining outside with tears running down her face.

Dean stopped in his tracks, sighing and turning back around. "You don't mean that. Why would you say something like that?"

"Because I was... Never mind." She said with a sigh, the anger draining from her. She was too tired and sore from the beating she had received. She brushed her fingertips gently around her black eye and grimaced. She skirted around Dean and stepped into the hotel room.

Dean stood there for a few moments before following Oshea back into the room. Ella was sitting in bed, leaning back against some pillows against the headboard. She sat up straight and her eyes widened when she saw the two of them. "What happened to you two? I wake up and you guys are gone, and you come back looking like you were somebody's punching bag!"

Oshea moved to the bathroom and shut the door with a resounding thud. Sam sighed and sat down beside Ella. "Dean and Oshea had a fight..." He said softly to her.

Ella's eyes grew wider. "With each other? Dean, I swear to god, if you touched my sister I will kick your a-"

"What? No!" Sam said quickly. "No... not like that. She was with Jonah again. I'm guessing he's the one who used our siblings as target practice... "

Dean nodded. "Well, we won't have to worry about him anymore," He said, pulling the blood stained knife out and laying it down on the nightstand as he sat down on the edge of the other bed.

Ella arched a brow, and then looked at the knife. "Oh. Well... good," She said with a nod.

Oshea stepped out of the bathroom, her tears gone but the dark black eye, the dried blood on her lower lip, and the other bruises dotting her face still remained. She sighed and stepped toward the others. "I have something I need to tell you."