The boys decided to stay the night. They had enjoyed their meal with Eri and had even toured more of the second level of the bunker. The brothers discovered they had a whole tech center dedicated to creating fake aliases and maintaining fake federal services and wiping any evidence of their existence off the web. Then they had gone and seen the rec room full of pool tables, darts and karaoke and people watching normal TV and playing video games.

After they had seen the infirmary, stuffed full of every possible medical equipment available and the artifact room where people painstakingly examined everything anything from jewelry to bones, Dean was exhausted.

Sam on the other hand kept getting more excited.

"We have to go to those other bunkers Dean!"

"No we do not," He groaned.

"We could find out so much!" Sam argued, "Can you imagine the amount of lore they have? All the equipment and resources? We should call Garth and everyone else we know to come here and learn!"

"Of course," Eri agreed, "We'd love to have more hunters. Not like we can catch every case."

Sam and Dean followed her as she opened up one of the offices.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"My office," She furrowed her brow in confusion, "You're welcome to join."

"No, sorry I'm just way too tired," Dean shook his head, rubbing his eyes.

"Alright," She shrugged, "Sam?"

"Sure!"

"Alright, see you in the morning," Dean waved at his search brother, walking down the steps.

"Breakfast is served till 11," Eri called out as her and Sam walked into her office.

Sam admired the office. It was clean but very much like Eri.

He heard ACDC playing from her speakers as she grabbed a folder from her desk. He saw a line of model cars lined up on her desk. As she shut down her computer he sees a picture of her and another girl that looks like her but older. On her bookshelf he cracks a smile as he recognizes the battered books of the Supernatural series by Chuck. He sees a series of talismans strung up on her ceiling, dangling freely.

Sam glances around the walls admiring positive quotes painted on them.

"You Are Not Alone," He muses, fingering the smooth strokes.

"Ya," Eri grinned, "It's one of my favorite's, this one too."

"Always Keep Fighting," Sam reads the one right above the previous phrase, "What do they mean?"

"A lot of things to a lot of people," She said, sitting on the edge of her desk, "I lost my whole family. I was depressed. Destroyed by it. I have to remind myself that I'm ok, that I still have a family here and that I can't give up. I have to fight."

"I'm sorry," Sam said softly, "I never meant to hurt anyone."

"It wasn't your fault," Eri said, "Demons manipulate us when we're at our lowest. It's what they do."

"I should have been stronger," Sam bowed his head, angry at trusting Ruby.

He had trusted a demon. And had started the end of the world.

"You lost your search brother," She said, "I know that feeling. My sister did the same thing."

"What?"

"It turns out that when the demon killed us, he killed me too. My sister was the one that was clinging to life and he traded her life for me," Eri explained, "I didn't even know until a week after wards. I tried trading too Sam. I went through exactly what you did."

"But you didn't trust a demon," Sam argued back.

"No," Eri shook her head, "Because they wouldn't let me. Because when they brought me back, there was something inside me."

Sam's eyes widened in fear and amazement as Eri flicked her wrist and knife flew up from the desk into her hand.

Telekinesis.

Just like a demon.

Sam stepped back, wishing he had Ruby's knife on him. He opened his mouth to perform an exorcism but she shook her head.

"I'm not a demon Sam," She said, "I just have an ability like you and all those other kids did."

"How?" He demanded, "Did Azazel come to you? Did a demon bleed in your mouth?"

"No," She shook her head, "Nothing happened to me before that demon attacked and killed me!"

"Why did the demon go after you?" Sam yelled.

"I don't know!" She shouted, "Maybe they get high off of killing people!"

"Is that why you wanted to meet us? It wasn't because Henry's name is recorded here is it?" Sam asked, "It's because you knew I had abilities."

"You got rid of your powers Sam," She protested, "You can help me get rid of mine!"

"Do you drink demon blood?" Sam asked, panicking.

"What?" She looked disgusted, "No!"

"Good!" He sighed, "Look I don't know how to get rid of them completely, all I know is that if you don't drink demon blood they can go away. Just don't use your powers, it'll fade."

"Fade?" She asked, "Sam it's getting stronger!"

"You have dozens of books here, why don't you just look it up?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

"Because there is no answer! No human being has powers Sam!"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Help me," She begged, "Please."

Sam watched her carefully.

He noticed her breathing was hitched, fear maybe and her eyes were wide in terror. She had hands clenched into fists and her muscles were locked. He hated himself for what he had caused. Without him bringing Lucifer out of the cage, Eri would have never been killed.

Her sister never would have made a deal.

Eri would never have powers.

"I don't want to be a freak," She choked out.

Sam broke.

He recognized the same tension in the air as he had when he told Dean about the truth.

"Look Eri," He said calmly, "I can't take your powers away, I wish I could, I really do, but I can help you. I made mistakes. I killed Lilith and set Lucifer free. All of this, the bunker, the hunters, you, it's my fault, but I didn't want this. I was using my powers to exorcise demons, kill them even. You don't have to do that. You don't need to. But I can help you control everything else."

"Really?" She asked, "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Sam nodded, trying to make amends, "I'm sorry, so sorry this happened to you."

He walked forward, removing the knife from her grip and holding her hand softly.

"It's not your fault," She whispered, "It's the demons. It's their fault."

Sam brushed back a lock of Eri's hair. She looked so terrified, so scared of what was happening to her. Sam felt guilt and bile rise up in his throat.

How could he have let this happen?

Just as he held her hands she opened her mouth to speak when a soft flutter of wings sounded.

"Hello Sam," Castiel spoke