Dean and Sam reunited after that. Alyssa went with both of them, as uncomfortable and intrusive as she felt sitting in the backseat of the Impala. What she wouldn't have done to have her own car back again. She had been avoiding talking to Sam as much as she could but he didn't seem to have the same problems with it as she did. It really was like he had forgotten all about it. And Dean tried to be nice to her, she could really see him putting a lot of effort into it. But despite how unusual it seemed to be, based on the obvious strain Dean was in about it, Sam never commented on it.

It was a few days after that when Dean woke up abruptly and pounded on her door. She was out of bed in minutes and he stopped only long enough to tell her that a friend of theirs was in an emergency and they didn't have time. She was in the back of the Impala as they headed down to a meeting spot of sorts. And there, she met the man who had been an angel -Jimmy Novak.

It was a horrific battle, when they were all gathered in that one building. With Jimmy dying and his little girl finishing off the demons and then Sam drinking the blood of one of the demons in order to use his powers. This was no doubt linked to the Jane Doe that had killed Kat. And like Dean, Alyssa had thought that Sam's powers as she had witnessed earlier that day were part of his psychic connection. Unlike the older Winchester, she had not realized that his power had grown so exceptionally. They were sending Claire and her mother Amelia off, before Castiel came to stand beside her. It was oddly easy to recognize this suddenly staunch and upright man as the angel that she had met not long ago.

"You could have prevented this," Cas informed her nonchalantly. "It is why I contacted you the first time."

Sam and Dean were already heading back out to the Impala, seemingly unaware that Cas was remaining to speak with her. "I didn't know what to do," she protested. "I didn't know that's what he was doing, least of all how to stop it from happening."

"You could have tried harder. Instead, you have pushed him away."

This… somehow, seemed a lot different than her first encounter with the angel. But perhaps that was on her, for having failed to save Sam.

"I'm… sorry."

"Tell that to the Winchesters."

With a soft feathery rustle, he was gone. Confused, and a little ashamed, she made her way back out to the Impala where they were waiting for her. It was almost enough to make her smile, but between Dean's tight, impatient smile and Sam's lack of eye contact, she knew that her travels wouldn't last much longer.

Devil In A Midnight Mass

Alyssa sank bonelessly onto Bobby's worn couch. It felt like she would never stop hearing Sam's screams; they seemed to echo inside her mind. Dean threw back a bottle of whisky faster than she had seen anyone else -while still remaining standing. It shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did. Hunters could usually drink anyone else under the table. Bobby drank his almost as quickly, it not faster than Dean. They had offered her some liquor and she was glad to have declined the offer. She felt sick enough without needing to add the burning queasiness from alcohol. She liked drinking well enough, but she liked to keep it celebratory and positive. This was borderline destructive if not outright destruction -but she wouldn't begrudge it of them.

What were they supposed to do?

Between Sam's fits of screaming and raging, Bobby and Dean bickered about what they were supposed to do about Sam. At this point, Alyssa almost regretted that he was locked up. Dean was nearly treating him as though he were a monster, and although Alyssa almost felt that way after seeing him drink the blood of a demon -it was still Sam. And Sam wasn't a monster. He wasn't someone they would kill. Because it was Sam, inside there was Sam; good, old, sweet Sam Winchester. But she didn't agree with Bobby entirely either. Letting him out wouldn't be any better than leaving him locked up. But there wasn't exactly anything in between that they could do either.

She put her hands over her face, Cas' words ringing in her head. She had failed. Both herself, Cas and most of all Sam. She pulled her phone out, texting an update to Kat on what was going on. On what Sam and Jane Doe had been doing. On why Sam was doing it. To kill Lilith and avenge Dean's death. Even though his brother was back, Sam didn't seem to care. Kat's response came almost immediately. The big idiot. Dean okay?

Alyssa glanced at Dean's worn and worried face, at the stubborn and defiant creases as he argued with Bobby. She replied Define okay. He was up and moving, functioning, arguing rationally and passionately -but that didn't mean he was okay if okay was defined as being emotionally well. Kat's response came back quickly Okay means he's drinking easy, gentle, just a knocking a glass or two back. It means he's listening with both ears and not one. It means he's not pacing like a caged animal. Alyssa looked over at Dean again as he walked around the room again.

Well between him and Bobby they're down a bottle of whisky, he's arguing with Bobby over what's best for Sam and he's pacing the room like a hungry tiger watching the lion tamer. Which would mean, by Kat's definition, that Dean was very far from being okay. Not the biggest surprise in the world, but from his facial expressions and body language all she could see was the worry and confusion. And maybe just a little bit of despair, as he shook his head and walked outside to get some air.

Bobby looked over at her, smiled forcefully and raised his glass to down it all in one swallow. Sam's screams were still lingering in the air and Alyssa curled up on the couch. There had to be some other way to do this.

Thank you, for telling me came Kat's response. I'll try and make it there in time, I think I have an idea.

Alyssa frowned curiously and typed back In time for what?

Kat's response was almost immediate. In time to stop Dean from being an idiot as usual, and maybe to save Sam.

Whatever that meant, exactly. Alyssa glanced at the time -they had been here for some hours already and Sam's bellows still echoed through the house. They would be lucky if the sheriff didn't show up wanting explanations. Anyone who came over and the door opened, they'd probably be able to hear. It was good Bobby lived so far away from most people in that case. With her mind busy and whirling out possibilities, Alyssa fell into an exhausted sleep. Bobby, too, was dozing at his desk. Neither of them noticed when Dean came back in, shortly after sunrise, to settle back into an armchair.

When Alyssa woke up, it was to a hushed conversation abruptly cut short as the two men raced down the stairs. Belatedly she realized the house was absolutely silent. The day passed similar to that, slightly quieter than the day before. Alyssa made the three of them dinner, throwing her focus into the simplicity of cooking. She did her best to not listen in to their conversation, about whether this was what was best for Sam. She was on Bobby's side, that what they were doing wasn't helping but she could understand Dean's point too. She said none of this to either of them, as she served them steaks and pasta. From the way they devoured the food, she thought maybe it had been a long time since either man had eaten real food but she found that difficult to believe of Bobby.

Bobby's words rang out over the clatter of her washing the dishes.

"We're killing him! He ain't gonna last much longer."

The silence was nearly deafening after Dean vowed that he would rather Sam die a human than something else. It was a restless, ill at ease night that awaited them all. Alyssa was plagued with nightmares and when she woke up in the morning to find Bobby holding an ice patch to his head and Dean packing his belongings up that she knew something had gone very wrong last night.

"Sam got out," Bobby told her gruffly. "Dean'll find him."

Of course he would. Alyssa blinked blearily, looking down at her cell. Yesterday Kat was supposed to be on her way. Was it too late now? Hopefully not. Dean didn't offer to take her with him and Alyssa made no effort to try and go with him either. Whatever this was, it was better to have Sam and Dean sort it out on their own. If they could. Kat didn't show up at all that day, as Alyssa spent her time at Bobby's cleaning and cooking for the older man. She didn't touch any books or papers, having a sense that he knew where everything was in the chaotic mess it was and that if she moved anything out of place it would be on her head.

She didn't even hear from Kat, but Dean phoned Bobby several times to update him. Alyssa brokenheartedly wondered what it was that she was supposed to do with her life now. Being on the constant run from demons wasn't exactly fun. And with the way things were standing, with the Apocalypse breathing down their necks, there wasn't exactly a lot that she could do. If the Winchesters failed… she didn't want to think about it. Dean phoned when he found Sam in the motel, assuring them that he would be fine as he crept into the building and chatted his way past the clerk.

Outside, Kat pulled up in a bright yellow sports car that was all her. Red hair fanning out behind her, she got out and headed up to the house. There was no trace of a limp in her walk, and there were no crutches at her side. Apparently she had healed well.

"Kat?" Bobby asked, incredulously. "I got your death certificate here, girl."

"Mother took care of it," she replied, taking her sunglasses off as she looked around. Alyssa was standing next to Bobby, dark circles under her eyes and her stance looked downright pathetic. Hanging around with the Winchesters hadn't done much to help her out, evidently. "I'm alive and well Bobby, short of a rolled ankle which is taken care of now."

"What're you doing here, then?"

"I told her what was going on," Alyssa said quietly. She met the old hunter's gaze squarely and honestly, not as timidly as Kat expected. "She offered to come and help."

Bobby sighed. "Any help is better than no help."

"Where's Dean gone? I have to tell him something."

"He went after Sam. They're somewhere in Coldspring right now -he just found Sam and Ruby, actually."

That wasn't all that surprising. "Good. And he's gone to kill her right? Because that bitch is the one that had me get a new name." Kat grimaced. "I'd like to fucking kill her, but Dean can have his first shot."

"He's going to kill her and hopefully bring Sam back," Alyssa replied carefully.

"If he kills her, it might save Sam," Kat offered helpfully. "No there are no demon detoxes Bobby, but there are a few things to be said about vampires and their slaves."

"Spit it out," he told her gruffly.

"Well think about it. What was it that old Elkins would say? He used to kill the slaves with the vampires because they were so desperate for a bit of blood they were as good as dead anyways. So he wiped them out. But one time he got to the nest first, 'cos they kept their slaved penned up and wild as cannibalistic pigs with no space -and when he wiped out the vamps, what happened to those slaves? Elkins saw the change in them, the sanity return to their eyes and he didn't trust them as far as he could throw them but by the time he had burned all the vampires up, they were talking like real people again.

"What if it's the same with Ruby? You kill her, the blood loses its power over Sam. It could work. He might have a craving for it, but he's smart enough to know better than to let it get control over him. So if we kill that demon bitch, he's saved. Maybe. I mean it can't be that different between vampires and demons -I don't even want to know what makes the difference between human blood and demon blood."

Alyssa smiled brightly. "I hope it works."

Bobby sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Elkins was never the most reliable source out there, Kat. He went a little nutty at the end there. I've got his journals, what Dean and Sam managed to save anyways."

"He was a damn fine hunter, Bobby. And he did this earlier on anyways."

"Well you can try and catch up with Dean, if you want. He's in Coldspring, a few hours away."

"We'll get him and Sam," Kat declared, grinning as she glanced at Alyssa. "You're coming too, aren't you?"

"Of course," Alyssa replied, almost stunned.

"Good, well nice seeing you Bobby. Let's keep my survival on the down-low. See you around!" she flashed him a warm smile, heading back out to the sports car she had "borrowed" from a friend.

Alyssa followed her out to the car, getting into the passenger seat almost reverently. Kat laughed, starting the vehicle up before flying out of the automobile yard. They stayed in comfortable silence for awhile, just the sound of obnoxiously happy pop music playing quietly. It was a matter of hours when they saw the Impala drive by, Dean the only one inside the car. Kat considered pulling a U-turn and following him until he stopped, but she figured there wasn't much point. If Sam wasn't with him then Ruby wasn't dead. She owed the bitch a few beatings, for herself and for Sam. Dean too, really.

If Alyssa had noticed the Impala drive past, she didn't say anything about it. Kat almost felt for her. Alyssa was obviously exhausted, but by the determination flashing grimly in her eyes there was something she was going to fight for. Alyssa had told her a little of the fight between her and Sam a few weeks back, but she had been tiptoeing the subject before changing it back around. She wasn't as closemouthed as Dean could be, but if there was something she knew and Dean wanted to know, she would hate to see the two of them go back at it. There was a certain elegance to how she skipped around a subject opposed to Dean's aggressive defenses that flew up.

It was nice to be back on the road, on another hunt. They drove to Coldspring, and rather than stop and phone Bobby or Dean, Kat simply wandered into the motel with Alyssa on her heels and flirted her way through the desk clerk to see the cameras outside the building. She watched as Ruby ran off and how Sam left in the ugliest orange car Kat had ever seen, and how Dean wandered out looking the worst of a fight. Kat thanked the clerk pleasantly before heading back out to the yellow sports car. It stood out, yes, but it was neither stolen nor missing and it was a hell of a lot faster than most other cars were. She sped out of the parking lot with Alyssa and down the highway. There were a million different places Sam could have gone, but it would be harder if she reported the car as stolen and accused that Jane Doe was the woman behind Katherine Calloway's sudden disappearance and subsequent death.

She phoned in with an anonymous tip, giving a detailed description of Ruby and her accomplice Sam Winchester. Kat made sure to play it on thick of how villainous Ruby was and how she wasn't sure what Sam had done exactly, but she thought he might be involved. It would be enough to derail the two of them for at least some time, as she added in the description of their car and where she had last seen them before hanging up. When she got back to the car, Alyssa was sound asleep, the open bag of chips in her hand and a bottle of pop cradled in her arm. Kat shook her head, smiling, before turning the scanner back on and heading out to track Sam Winchester and his demon succubus down.

This is something of a filler chapter, the less interesting travel from place to place that is necessary to advance the plot. I'm going to start writing the following chapter to this right now, and hopefully I'll have it up later this afternoon or evening. Here is where things start to slightly deviate from the show... I hope you like. :)