"Anything?" Dean asks the room as she opens just one hopeful eye to gage some reactions. According to the three expressions staring back at her the ritual didn't work at all. "Damn it." She looks down at herself, her male clothing sagging off of her body, with utter disappointment. "Son of a bitch."

"That's all I had," Rina says heavily after throwing all she could at the cursed man. "Dean, I am so sorry."

"Don't be," she answers back, shoulders drooping with the letdown.

"No, this is so wrong that this is happening to you," continues Rina, clearly upset with her failure. "I was really hopeful that this was going to work. I don't understand…." She walks over to the table, the herbs in the large gold ritual bowl still smoldering, and begins reading over her papers, looking for a reason for the nonsuccess. "Oh boy, this witch has got to be a powerful one. I know some seriously strong magic but it isn't even scratching the surface of what she's got."

"It's fine," Dean once more tries to let Rina know it's ok. "We'll just head back to the bar tonight and find the crazy bitch. We'll go at it old school, like we always do."

"Yeah…" Rina answers without really listening as she continues to scramble through her notes, looking for any other spell or ritual that could work. "I could call my grandmother. She might know something… something I didn't bring…"

"Hey," Sam says in a calming tone as she stands next to her. "It's really ok. All you could do was try. There was no guarantee this would work."

"I know that…" she continues, her frantic search through her notes and books getting the better of her. "I just think… there has to be something I can do…"

"Stop for a second," Sam requests from her as he presses a hand on top of the pages and assorted books to pause her actions. "Calm down." He shares a small, kind smile with her.

Rina sighs when she looks up at him. "I just want to help. I don't like that I don't have an answer right now. I always have answers."

"Rina, it's definitely ok," Lizzy adds in as she sees the stress the woman is unnecessarily putting herself through. "If we got upset over failing every time that we did… fuck, we'd be in a permanent depression."

Pausing again, Rina sighs once more. "Look, I am well aware of how difficult your lives have been lately. I know a lot about you guys and what you've seen."

"Gypsy readings will do that," Dean tells her.

"No, I mean I know more than you think," she continues on. "I… looked into you three after our paths crossed."

No one speaks. The hunters are all surprised at first to hear this. And worried.

"So… what do you know?" Sam questions with hesitance.

"I know that you have all been given quite awful lives," she explains. "And I've been doing a lot of defending in the past few months."

"Defending what?" Sam asks.

"Your names," Rina says. "A few hunters came into the store a bit after you left looking for some items and I asked if they knew you. Let's say they weren't big fans."

"That's something we've been hearing a lot of lately," Lizzy lets her know they are fully aware of how the hunting community views the three of them right now.

"But they had to be lying," she tells them. "They were saying awful things, especially about you Sam. They said you were... that you did some very terrible things. I told them they were so wrong, that they clearly didn't know you, but they were sure that you did these insane, unthinkable things."

He's terrified to ask what they said about him. Sam knows it can't be good, but he needs to know how much they said. He closes his eyes for a quick second before finding some courage. "What did they tell you?"

"They said you were working with demons." She looks up at him with hesitance. "They said you were powerful and… and you…." She stops, the hurt written across her face. "Sam, they said you let the devil free. The actual devil. You worked with demons and unleashed the ultimate evil into our world."

The room once more goes deadly silent. Not one of the hunters knows how to respond to this.

"Ok, the fact that no one is telling me how wrong I am is making me very nervous," Rina tells them while ringing her hands and eyeing everyone over, just hoping someone will set it straight for her and let her know it wasn't true.

"Rina…" Sam starts in a quiet tone, shaking a bit. They have so few allies. He's going to lose another. "It's really hard to… explain it all… but…"

"Oh good. You're here," the stern, flat voice says suddenly as Castiel appears standing in the middle of the room.

Inhaling sharply as a man just materializes out of thin air, Rina freezes with shock and huffs loudly.

"Whoa! Hey!" Sam calms her, his hands grabbing her shoulders to get her attention. She stares at him with giant eyes and stops to listen to him. "It's ok. He's cool. He's our friend."

"But that bitch isn't," Dean nearly growls when she spies the woman standing to the angel's side. Taking huge, angry steps in the witch's direction, Dean's ready to attack.

"Stop!" Castiel demands and stands between Dean and Isobel, blocking her path. "She's here to help."

"Fuck that!" Lizzy shouts, taking a step toward the witch herself, ready to pound on the thing that messed with her husband. That's an unwritten rule for all things supernatural. Don't fuck with Dean unless you want the wrath of Lizzy. "I'm gonna kill her myself!"

"Lizzy," Sam says in an almost tired tone as turns away from Rina to hook his arms around her waist and pulls her back, stopping her from attacking. He's had to do this way too many times before.

"I would never bring a powerful witch into your presence unless I knew it to be safe," Castiel quickly explains.

"Bullshit!" Dean shouts in Castiel's face. "She did this to me!"

"And she will fix it," the angel quietly explains.

"She's not just going to fix me out of the kindness of her black hole for a heart!"

"Actually," Isobel interrupts with a suspicious smile. "I am." She reaches over Castiel's shoulder, places her hand on Dean's forehead, and speaks. "Intra mea potestates, Satan donum est, converterent maledictionem pones super caput hoc. Reddentem et natura mater intentum, quid fata praenuntians, quod rectum est et verum."

If their eyes had been closed the witnesses in the room would have missed it. It happened so fast it just didn't exactly make sense or register at all. One minute Dean's a smoking piece of long blond ass, the next he's the strong, broad shouldered, bow legged hunter he's been his whole life. It wasn't like the movies. CGI would have been way cooler. This was almost too mundane and fanfare-less to be considered any kind of spectacle.

"Whoa," Dean says, blinking a few times as the witch takes back her hand and smugly smirks his way. "Holy fuck." He grabs at his suddenly short hair, smooths his hands down his chest and finds it flat and muscular again, and immediately pulls the top of his jeans away from himself and takes a peak. "Oh thank God," he whispers with sheer relief at the sight of his own manhood.

"That's not God, sweetie," the witch laughs. "Quit different actually."

"Why the fuck are you suddenly helping us?" Lizzy jumps in once Sam lets her go, the whole think stinking to high hell in her opinion.

"We don't have time for that now," Castiel explains all too simply before both he and the witch disappear once more.

A stunned silence overcomes the room. Dean, still floored by the simple fact that he's back in his old body and comfortable for the first time in days, just continues to looks downward at himself and check that everything is in order. The other three are too stunned to do anything for a few moments.

"So I guess I came here for nothing then," Rina quips to break the silence with the nervous tension.

"Oh thank God," Lizzy says in a rushed, relieved voice as everything sinks in. She half-runs straight at him, throwing herself against his familiar body, both of them grabbing the other instantly. They smash their lips together and hold tightly, reacquainting themselves. It's back to normal, back to what they know and love with an intensity that's rarely seen.

"Mm," Dean hums, pulling away from her with a smile. "So fucking good to be back."

"Angels aren't real," Rina informs the group with certainty from her seat at the table. There are many things she believes in, many more than the average person, but what these three hunters, hunters she used to think were exceptional at what they do and also sane, are presenting to her is beyond ludicrous.

"You know, I was once on your side about that one," Dean assures her as he sits on the edge of one of the motel beds, Lizzy sitting just behind him with her chin resting on his shoulder. She has her hands on either side of his middle and she refuses to be without contact with him right now. The second she got her husband back in his body, his perfect, fucking rock hard body… well, her hands haven't left him for a second. If Rina didn't need massive explanations right now after all the damaging and shocking things she's just seen Lizzy might have clubbed Dean over the head and dragged him next door to their room by his hair by now. She's feeling a little primal to say the least.

"So the guy who just came in here… with the witch that attacked you none the less… is an angel?"

"Yes," Sam answers succinctly.

"No." Rina's not buying it.

"It's true," Lizzy assures. "We've known him for a while now. Well, actually, I've known him my whole life."

"Seriously?" Rina wonders.

"Oh yeah. He was like my guardian angel-slash-imaginary friend as a kid… except, like, not imaginary. He's been looking after me since I was born."

"Why?" Rina keeps prying, now wanting to know everything but still just needing to know.

"Um, short answer… I'm important." She says it with ease and nonchalance, used to the idea by now. "And no, I don't know what that means. Just know I'm somehow gonna be pretty pivotal pretty soon… to Earth."

"Whoa," Rina lets out while folding her hands in her lap and sitting up rigidly. She's awkward and super nervous about all they tell her. These people are way more involved in something way beyond her comprehension and scope of belief that she wonders if she should even be there, talking to them. That alone might be dangerous at this point.

Processing things, she runs it through again; angels are real, the bible is rooted in fact, God is not a myth, and these three are tied closely into it. Her stomach then drops when she remembers talking to the hunters about Sam and what he supposedly did. She was told he let out the devil. If the bible is real, so is Satan. Oh no.

"Sam," she looks over to solely him to ask. "Is it true then? What those hunters told me?"

He stays quiet, his mouth opening to answer her but his voice unable to function. She's going to hate him. She's going to fear him and want to run away from him. He's panicking and his face shows it.

"Did you?" she asks again. "Did you free the devil?"

The pain written in Sam's expression nearly crushes Dean to see it. Sam has dealt with enough in his life and he lives with more guilt than maybe even Dean himself does. His brother doesn't deserve to have someone as important to him as Rina fear him. His brother still deserves the fucking world for all the good he's done before and since his massive screw up.

"Sam was tricked," Dean begins to explain on Sam's behalf, no longer able to see the torment he's in go on. "He was manipulated and what you know is probably only half the whole story, if that."

"I was told a lot of horrible things though," Rina tells Dean, her worry very much present in her voice. "I was told he was working with demons."

"Demon," Sam finds his voice again, quiet as it is, and corrects her. "Just one, one that I thought had gone rogue and was on my side."

Rina bites her lower lip for a second with worry before asking, "I was also told you were drinking blood." More silence follows her question. "Is that true too? Blood of the rauli, the evil ones."

Lizzy closes her eyes and grips tightly to Dean, her sympathies killing her with the conversation.

"I…." Sam shakes his head and stops, his answer clear without verbalizing it.

"Wow, um… ok," Rina answers, her flustered and instantly nervous state hitting her with his unspoken answer. This isn't the man she thought she knew. This isn't the Sam she met and really, really liked back at home when he came through her town. This can't be the person she spent the night with, fell asleep next to, shared her home with…. "I need to leave."

"Rina," Sam rushes out of his chair immediately and catches her on her way to the door. He lightly grabs her elbow, not enough to intimidate her, and stops her in her tracks. "You don't know it all. I will tell you everything. Everything. Just please, don't go. Not yet."

Turning back to look up at him, the same sincere eyes she remembers from their short time together just a few months back stare right back at her, pleading with her silently. She's so torn it hurts. Unsure of what to do she removes his hand from her elbow and takes it in her own, closing her eyes and concentrating on reading him.

The darkness hits her like a freight train. Fear, evil, anger, power… it's a horrifying mix that she gets from him. But the most prevalent of all is the feeling of dread, of certain coming disaster. It's so strong that she yanks her hand back and steps away, eyes wide with fear.

"I… I have to… go," she scrambles for the door again, needing to get away from him.

"Rina!" Sam tries again, taking a step towards her as the door shuts in his face. She left. She didn't want to even hear what he had to say. "Fuck."

Sam stands still, looking at the door with sadness for a moment before plopping heavily into the wooden chair at the small table he just got out of. Elbows on the tabletop and head in hands, he sighs. He's lost another person. Rina is gone. She'll never come back around with all she now knows. Who in their right mind would? It's all his fault. He did all the horrible things she heard about and he blew it. He just really liked her, felt so good about himself while around her, and she'll never want to see him again for sure.

The slender arms that wrap gently around his neck from behind make him jump for a moment after being so caught up in his own depressive thoughts but he knows it's Lizzy the second her hugs him in and presses her cheek to his, her cherry scented shampoo hitting him hard.

"I'm sorry, Sam-I-Am," Lizzy says softly to him. "She just doesn't understand."

"I don't blame her." He sits and lets Lizzy hug him. Sometimes, when things did get this bad, his sisterly connection with her is something he needed. Very rarely did Sam get the chance to have comfort in human contact so when it happens, when he gets those moments he missed out on from losing his mother as an infant, he revels in it.

"I do," Lizzy quickly follows up defensively. "She didn't stay and listen. I mean, what the hell? She should have at least heard you out."

"No, it's ok," Sam denies, his hands holding onto her forearms to keep her there a little bit longer. "I deserve this."

"No you don't," Dean returns from the bed he's still on in a downtrodden tone. "Don't ever say that. You fucked up but you're man enough to admit it. And you're trying to fix it. That shit takes guts."

Sam sighs heavily, not believing his brother for a second.

"I'm going to talk to her," Lizzy tells Sam and kisses him on the cheek before standing up.

"No, Lizzy, it's fine," Sam tells her sadly, almost felling as if he's earned himself the rejection. "She can't possibly understand this and what I did…"

"Was a mistake!" she points sternly at him with conviction. "You have done nothing but do everything you can to make up for what you did. You made a mistake. You don't deserve this, Sam. Stop thinking you deserve the worst of what the world has to hand you."

Sam diverts his eyes and still doesn't listen to what she has to say.

"And fuck you, dude. I'm talking to her." Lizzy turns to leave.

Knowing already that he's lost this one as he usually does lose against Lizzy's stubborn will, he lets her go. She grabs her coat and puts it on, stopping to lean down and kiss Dean quickly on the lips. She then whispers a little something in his ear to let him know her intentions for just the two of them later on.

"The first second I get alone with you, you better be ready," she darkly warns in a hushed tone so that Sam can't possibly hear. "I am gonna fucking destroy you."

She turns to leave as Dean just watches her with wide eyes in shock with her sudden statement. He does all he can not to smile with utter excitement as she runs out the door after Rina, knowing that's not what Sam needs to see right now.

"Meg," Castiel darkly calls to the demon while standing across the room behind her.

The demon stands tall with a stiff posture while facing away from Castiel when she hears his voice.

"Cassie-poo," she sneers while turning around to face him, old fashioned folding straight razor in hand. "I'm a little busy. Can we reschedule?"

"No," he booms out with annoyance.

She sighs loudly when she sees the woman standing to Castiel's side.

"Isobel," she smiles without meaning it as she walks to the lacy dining room curtains to wipe the thick coat of blood off of her hands with. "Slutting around town with an angel now? Fucking traitor."

Narrowing her eyes, the witch says nothing. She was told to let Castiel handle this one and since Meg is more powerful than she yet Castiel trumps the demon's abilities, she waits and listens.

"What are you still doing here still?" Castiel asks the demon. "I believe I told you to run."

"Yeah, you did say something along those lines, didn't you?" Meg pretends to barely remember the conversation while folding her razor closed and pocketing it, the red blood still staining her hands. "I had some… work… to attend to still." She nods to the poor person lying strapped down to the dining room table of the house she's taken over, the man bloodied and barely hanging on.

Castiel waves his hand and the man is gone, all traces of the torture that had been going on gone along with him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Meg angrily asks, staking long wide steps in the angel's direction. "That had nothing to do with you!"

"I think you forget who you are talking to," Castiel glares at her. "Don't overstep your bounds. You have no right to speak to me as you are. Know your place."

"Oh right, because angels are so perfect, so good and always right. Fuck that. You dicks are no better than me." Meg steps up to the Isobel. She sighs while looking at her, knowing that Castiel must have told the witch that it was her who has been leading her all these years. "I'm disappointed in you."

"What!?"

"All these years and you've never failed to follow my bidding until now. You weren't supposed to take your own poetic license with this task I gave you," Meg says with utter annoyance. "All I asked from you was for Dean to be childless for the rest of his life… not make him a flashing billboard of obvious witchcraft tampering! He wasn't supposed to know! Neither were the angels!" Meg stares hard into the eyes of the witch she's been conning for years with complete anger.

"I humiliated him… it was a bonus. For you." Isobel stares right back without showing an ounce of intimidation. "You should be impressed."

"I'm not!" Meg shouts back while pointing at her accusingly. "No one was to figure this out! Dean would never have known! The angels would never have pieced this one together! All you had to do is sterilize the foulmouthed, empty minded, slutball hunter! Look at the mess you made! We had a deal!"

"And you lied!" Isobel growls back while stepping forward with the fire growing within her. Castiel sidesteps to stand between the women and keep them from attacking each other. Isobel would lose for certain.

"I own you," Meg grits through her teeth, her eyes turning black with her ire. "You do everything I say."

"You have no such hold on the witch " Castiel calmly points out to Meg. "You can't own her. You are not a crossroads demon."

"What!?" Isobel asks with confusion.

"Only crossroads demons can hold ownership over another. Meg is no such demon," Castiel explains, all the while glaring hard at Meg. "She may be powerful… but she has no real power over you."

"Ha," Meg quietly huffs, knowing she's caught. "Way to kill a grift that's centuries in the making, baby cakes."

"I am just trying to right your wrong."

Castiel takes a step towards Meg, ready to finish this once and for all, when she steps back herself and holds our her razor towards him.

"Back off, Clarence."

It's then that Isobel decides to cut in and get her vengeance. She walks forward, towards Meg, but Castiel catches her before she does. He may have promised her time to get back at the demon, but Meg could kill her in the blink of a black eye. This was not the way. He pushes her back by her shoulders, facing her and saying, "Be patient."

It's then that Meg pulls a cowardly move. She smokes out. A smart demon keeps roaming the Earth and doing their evil business by being careful and smart. They know a bad situation, a life-ending, angel involved situation when they see one. Meg is no idiot. She's been around for a very, very long time. She knows when something is a lost cause. There was no winning for her here.

Once the black cloud dissipates and the room is clear, the body she had been riding now lifeless on the floor, Castiel sighs.

"What the hell!?" Isobel yells as she pushes the angel away from her. "She's gone!?"

"Yes."

"You promised!" she shouts at him, her anger growing. "You promised me you'd let me get my vengeance!"

"It appears it will not work out that way." He steps away from her and peers down at the unfortunately dead woman on the floor that Meg just fled from. Demons are always so wasteful with their vessels.

"I should never have trusted you!" she screams. "You lied! You said…" She pauses and looks down at her hands. They begin to wrinkle and age rapidly right before her eyes. "What… I…." She begins to panic with the sight of it.

Castiel understands what is happening immediately. "Meg's powers. She took them back. You are not protected by her anymore. You are centuries old and your body looks to have begun making up for the lost time."

"Shit," she whispers, her skin paling and shriveling as she watches, her whole body starting to react the same way. She can feel her arms joins her hands as the again process travels over her body. Her breathing starts to pick up and soon enough she's nearly in panic attack mode. "What do I do?" she looks up to him with huge, frightened eye. "What do I do!?"

Castiel looks at her with pity before stepping to her and placing his hand on her head. "You did a great thing, Isobel," he tells her, the bright white light already glowing and pouring forth from her eyes and mouth. "You repented for your wrongdoings. Enjoy your promised peace."

With one final, huge, burning flash of heavenly light, the witch's body crumples to the floor. He told her he would help her and he did what he could. She may not have gotten her payback but she did get to find herself a beautiful and perfect eternity which is much more than someone evil like her would ever normally get.