"Oh man oh man oh man," Kevin muttered as they hid from the two demons that had been pursuing them.

"Who are those men?" Clara asked.

"Demons," Kevin whispered back. "This is bad."

"Why?" the Doctor asked. "Can't we just talk to them?"

"You can't talk to demons," Kevin all but snapped, trying to stay quiet.

"Why not?"

"Just stay here until Sam and Dean get here. I don't know why I let you talk me into this."

"You needed to relax," the Doctor said. "You were all tense and being locked up there didn't help you. Besides who knew there were demons after you."

"I did when I told you," Kevin snapped. The Doctor gave him a guilty look. Kevin looked at the table in front of them and saw the salt shaker sitting there. He thanked his luck. It wasn't much, but maybe it would help them a little bit until Sam and Dean showed up. He took a breath and quickly pushed himself off the ground and grabbed it from the top of the table before quickly ducking down before they were seen. That was then the next thought came to him...if only they could find the storage for the kitchen, they could barricade themselves in there.

"What are you doing with that?" the Doctor asked, curious.

"Demons don't do well with salt," Kevin said. "Did either of you see where the kitchen was?"

"Yea," Clara piped up, eyes shining in the excitement. If only she knew the actual danger they were in, Kevin thought to himself. She pointed, "Just down there."

"Great," Kevin said, trying to check over the top of the counter. "Let's hustle on down there then. Grab any salt shakers you can along the way." Kevin wished he would've just sucked it up and stayed back at bunker...that's all he needed was for the demons to catch him and take him to whoever was in charge of Hell these days or torture him for information on Crowley's whereabouts. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before following after the Doctor and Clara. He heard the demons shout after them. The Doctor looked over his shoulder before grabbing a salt shaker off the passing table, throwing it towards the demon and pointing some kind of wand at it. The wand buzzed and a green light shown. Kevin looked back to see the salt shaker explode, blinding both the demons. "What the hell was that?"

"Are we escaping or are we talking science?" the Doctor snapped. Kevin shook his head and followed after them. Clara had opened the door to the kitchen, causing the cook to give them weird looks. "And why did we come in here?"

"Hi, sorry to barge in here," Kevin said looking at the cook who was glaring at them. "Where's your salt?"

"On the shelf," the cook said. "Why?"

"Got some friends with an aversion to sodium," Kevin said jumping and grabbing them. He threw one at Clara, "Start pouring that at any open doorways-"

Hands reached out and threw Kevin up onto the counter while the Doctor and Clara shrieked in fright. Kevin stared up into the black eyes of the cook.

"Abaddon would pay a pretty penny for you," the demon-cook snarled at Kevin as he whimpered. As the two that were after them slammed into the kitchen, angry red welts from the salt shaker the Doctor had sonic-ed.

"Run!" Kevin yelled at them. "Get out!"

"We're not leaving you here," the Doctor replied pointing his wand thing at the two demons. The one smacked it aside and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket while the other chased down Clara, pinning her to the wall.

"Hey," the Doctor yelled. "Why don't we talk this out? You don't really want to hurt us."

"We're demons," the one said shaking him. "Of course we want to hurt you."

"Hey ass for brains!" they heard someone yell. Next second later, the demon holding the Doctor glowed, Dean's demon knife piercing him in the back. The demon that had Clara let her go and charged at Dean who quickly countered and after a brief tussle, managed to get his knife buried into its chest. Dean nodded at both of them before turning to see that the demon-cook had a knife up to Kevin's throat now.

"Dude, come on," Dean rolled his eyes, "You really think you're making it out of this? Just let the kid go and I'll think about not stabbing you."

"Seriously, why can we not just discuss this like rational people?" the Doctor scoffed.

"Because they ain't people, Doc," Dean growled. "They're demons who would kill anyone in a heartbeat if given the chance."

"Oh well, if that's the case," the Doctor shrugged. He lifted up his wand and pointed it at the shelf were all the salt was sitting, causing it to collapse over Kevin and the demon-cook. The demon, shocked by this sudden turn of events, let Kevin go as it screamed. Dean jumped in and delivered the last blow with the knife. "Well that was different."

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked looking at the wand the Doctor was holding.

"Oh this?" the Doctor said holding it up. "Sonic screwdriver. It sonic things."

"Except wood," Clara muttered. The Doctor shot her a look.

"I didn't get to figure out a setting yet for wood. Why can't you humans understand that?"

"Can we get out of here?" Kevin asked, looking around nervously.

"Yea, sure," Dean said. He held the door open and let the others through before following. Sam was just walking back up from the other end of the bowling alley. "Well?"

"All clear. I'll meet you out at the car," Sam said heading into the kitchen. Dean nodded and led the others out to the car, flipping the closed sign on the front door to the bowling alley.

"So I guess you're wondering why we were there," the Doctor said stepping back to walk next to him.

Dean grabbed him and threw him up against the nearby wall, "I told you grub and that was it. You go get food, you come back to the bunker. You do not go bowling when there are potential hostiles in the area. Did I not tell you this when you left? If those things would have gotten their hands on Kevin and were able to get him back to whoever's running things, the results could be not good."

"Dean, it's ok," Kevin said watching the two. "No harm done. Let's just get back to the bunker."

Ryse opened her eyes slowly. She was feeling slightly better, but knew her powers were far from being what they were. She'd been clipped at the wing so to speak because of her previous actions. Yawning, she sat up and looked around, wondering what time it was. Just as she was pulling back the covers, the door opened and her father poked his head in.

"You're awake." She nodded. "How do you feel?"

"Less a narcoleptic and more like I could eat a hippo," she said stretching. She rolled her shoulders a bit and threw her legs over the bed, slowly standing up.

"Well, there are no hippos in Kansas, but I believe your friend baked a pie," Castiel said stepping forward when she stumbled a bit, her legs stiff.

"Pie sounds wonderful," she said smiling at him. Ryse followed him back out to the main room where he made her sit before walking off to the where she knew the kitchen was. He came back with a slice of pie for her and set it in front of her before sitting down across from her. "Where's everyone?"

"Apparently there were demons and Sam and Dean had to go get them," Castiel replied. She paused, the fork halfway to her mouth. "They're fine. Dean said they will be back soon. He called."

"Oh," she said putting the fork-full of apple in her mouth. "Ok, I need her to write down her recipe..."

"Good?"

"Very. Want some?"

"That was the last piece." Ryse slid her plate across and held out her fork. He took it from her, "You don't have to share."

"Shut up, eat," Ryse replied.

"As I recall, it is inappropriate for the child to be telling the parent to shut up," Castiel replied giving her a smirk as he took a bite.

"Seeing as I don't technically exist yet, that rule doesn't apply," Ryse smirked back as he slid the plate back in her direction. "Besides, Uncle Dean says a good slice of pie should be enjoyed by all...as long as he doesn't eat it all first."

"You seemed to sleep better," Castiel observed. Ryse chewed thoughtfully before nodding.

"Yea, no creepy demon afterlife dreams for me this time, even though it was nice seeing mom."

"Has it happened before?" She shook her head. He was silent as they continued to take turns eating. "I wonder if you can control it...get back there again the next time you're asleep."

She shrugged, "Never worked before. You've tried teaching me to dream walk and it never clicked. Why now?"

"Technically, you're not dream walking," he said. She looked up at him, giving him a curious look as her head tilted to the side. "This is something different."

"Like what?" she asked. Before Castiel could answer, the bunker door opened. The Doctor and Dean seemed to be discussing something rather loudly as they came in. The Doctor stomped off to his TARDIS when he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh great, now the pie's gone," Dean said seeing Ryse lift the last forkful to her mouth. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

"I'll make another," Clara said walking around him. He shot her a smile. "I'm going to check on Mr. grumpy old man."

"Tell Mr. grumpy old man I ain't done talking to him!" Dean snarled after her. He noticed Ryse and Castiel watching him, the same curious expression on their faces. Dean looked at the two of them, "Seriously. Don't do that."

"Do what?" Ryse asked knowing what was putting him on edge.

"Hey, Ryse is functioning," Sam said as he and Kevin got to the table. Kevin said something under his breath before wandering off.

"Girl's gotta eat," Ryse said smiling.

"Hope you're still hungry then," Sam said placing a bag on the counter. "We brought food."

"Burgers and fries?"

"Of course," Dean said opening the bag and throwing a wrapped burger at her and Castiel. He sat down next to her, "Glad to see you two are getting along. Sorry we didn't get to introduce you."

"It's ok," Ryse said before Castiel could say anything. "We bonded over pie."

"Bonded, huh?" Dean said narrowing his eyes at her.

The police box door opened up and the Doctor stuck his head out, "Ryse! A word!"