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Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester.

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean demanded after the three of them had all piled into the Impala. They had previously shoved Bobby's unconscious Bobby in the backseat with Rachel, and she worriedly checked his pulse once again as they fled back to the Motel.

"What do you mean what the hell? That was Castiel. He's an angel of the lord." Rachel stated matter of factly, looking down at Bobby, eyebrows furrowed. Lee sighed from the passenger side of the impala. "I know it's hard for you to wrap your mind around, but they're real. Angels, God. The whole nine." Lee confirmed. Dean glanced at her, looking her up and down. "Yeah, well, sue me if I'm not totally on board with all this religious bull, okay? I mean, why me? And why the hell haven't we encountered anything like this before, hmm? I'm just not buyin it." Lee nodded. "I know how you feel, Dean. I do. But, in this universe—in your world—angels exist. Which can only mean that God does, too. Wherever he is." Dean adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. "Yeah, well I guess we'll see about that," he muttered, eyes focused on the road. Lee gazed at him for a long while before settling her tired eyes on the road as well.

"All I know is I was not groped by an angel," Dean argued for the billionth time. "Okay, look, Dean, why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

"Maybe he's some kind of Demon. Demons lie." Dean retorted stubbornly. Sam threw his head back in frustration before piping up another point. "Uggggghh," Rachel moaned next to Bobby, who chuckled. "Uh, yeah do they always argue this much? 'Cause damn," Lee commented, looking up from the weathered old book she was reading, looking for any sort of palpable lore on angels. "Yep, pretty much," Bobby answered tiredly. "How are you feeling, anyway?" Rachel questioned, all of them ignoring the arguing brothers in the background. "For the last time, I'm fine. Now would you quit tryin' to mother me? I ain't a damn child. I've been at this since before you were born, kid," he snapped, eyes scanning the pages in front of him. Rachel rolled her eyes, and Lee shrugged.

"…I'm not saying we know for sure, I'm just saying that I think we—"

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe—"

"Um, actually, we do know for sure," Lee interrupted, and the brothers both turned to look at her.

"Plus, Bobby found something," Rachel added.

"Yeah you two chuckleheads want to keep arguing about religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby inquired, and both of them stood dramatically. Lee rolled her eyes.

"I got stacks of lore, biblical, pre-biblical; some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit," Bobby explained, turning the book so that Sam and Dean could see the drawing of an angel rescuing a soul. Dean rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly as Lee rose, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"What else?" Dean asked.

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?" Dean finished, looking longingly at the beer in Lee's hands. She rolled her eyes and grabbed three more, handing one to each of the hunters. Rachel shook her head, knowing that neither she nor Lee were of drinking age, but saying nothing. Lee smirked, taking a swig.

"Airlift your ass out of the hotbox? Far as I can tell nothing." Bobby answered, leaning back and sipping his drink.

"Dean, this is good news," Sam smiled.

"How?"

"Because, for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

Dean smirked doubtfully. "Okay, say it's true. Say, there are angels—"

"Which, there are," Lee piped, and Dean spared her a sideways scowl.

"Then, what, there's a God?" he cynically shook his head.

"AT this point, Vegas money's on yeah," Bobby pronounced.

"I don't know guys," Dean looked down at his beer, shaking his head and taking a long gulp.

"Okay, look, I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

"Proof?"

"Yes."

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?"

Lee straightened from where she was leaning against the wall, giving Rachel a pointed look and stepping out into the hall. Bobby watched them go observantly.

Lee turned, facing Rachel as she stepped into the hall after her friend.

"What?" she asked.

"What? Seriously? What do you mean, 'what'?" Lee asked incredulously.

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "Can you spare the attitude, Lee? I'm not really feeling it." She snapped.

Lee's eyebrows furrowed. "What do we do? Do we tell Dean why the man upstairs has a crush on him, or not?"

"I don't know, bro," Rachel offered. She looked down at Lee's almost empty bottle. "By the way, why the hell are you drinking?"

Lee rolled her eyes. "Really, Mom? Maybe it's because everything that used to be fake is real, including freaking demons, and angels, and I don't know what to do, or why we're here. Could be that, I don't know," she sarcastically explained.

Rachel patiently waited for her friend to finish before sighing, running a hand through her frizzy curled hair. "Ugh. 'I don't know' could be our life motto right now," she slid down the wall, plopping down onto the floor. Lee frowned, sitting behind her. "At least we're surrounded by hot guys," she said optimistically, and Rachel laughed. "I always thought they should bring back Cas' sex hair. I mean, day-um."

Lee snorted. "Really?!"

"Yeah, I have a thing for messy hair," Rachel chuckled.

"Quote of the year," Lee commented, smiling. "Seriously, though. What should we tell them?"

Rachel took a deep breath, face thoughtful. "Okay, how about this? If it's something big, we tell them. Like, uh… Lilith being the last seal."

Lee nodded, feeling more reassured.

"But I don't think we should try and save anyone," Rachel finished.

"What?" Lee exclaimed, rising clumsily. Rachel looked up at her friend, confused. "What?"

"We can't just let people die, Rache!" Rachel shook her head. "No. Lee. I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. We can't mess up this world!"

Lee scoffed incredulously, shocked at her normally caring friend's cold demeanor. "What ever happened to saving people, Rache? That's why you became a nurse! Are you really going to stand there and tell me that I can't try and save as many people as I can?"

"Lee. Listen to me—"

"Dude, No! I am not going to "Listen to you". I'm not going to sit by, and watch innocent people get killed when there was something I could have done about it. No, way Rache. Hell no." Lee backed away from her friend, temper flaring.

"Lee, I'm sorry! But just because you couldn't save your parents—"

"Excuse me?" Lee interrupted in a sharp whisper.

Dread flooded through Rachel. "Lee, wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

Lee held up a hand, cutting her off. "You know what?" she shook her head. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, Rache, but damn you can be a bitch sometimes." With that, she stalked off. Rachel ran a hand over her face, guilt gnawing away at her. "Son of a bitch," she muttered to herself.

Lee walked in just in time to hear Dean say "…pie," before grabbing a book and settling down at the table. Sam grabbed the keys to the impala, and Lee strode up to him. "Wait, can I come with you?" Sam looked down at her. "Um, no," he answered, pushing past her. "Sam, please," he turned at the desperate note in her voice. He exhaled sharply. "Fine. But you're staying in the car the entire time." He declared. "Fine by me," she grunted, following him out the door Just as Rachel walked into the study.

"Where are they going?" she asked Bobby, watching them leave.

"Grabbing some grub," he answered, concentrated on the book.

"Okay," she responded, sitting at the table with Dean.

"I can tell you guys some stuff about angels, you know. I mean, I don't know a lot, but I'll tell you what I do," she offered. Dean and Bobby looked at each other.

"Alright then," Bobby said, closing the book and walking over to the table.

"Lay it on us."

"Yes, Dean, I'll get the chips," Sam sighed into the phone. "Dude, when have I ever forgotten the pie? Exactly." Lee smiled slightly at the interaction before Sam slid out of the impala, pausing slightly. "I gotta go. Yeah. Okay, bye," he rushed before hanging up, closing the door. "Sammy, wait!" Lee called through the window, and he turned, crouching to look through it. "What?" he asked, irritated. "I have to go to the bathroom. Let me go in and get the food, and you can wait out here, or… whatever you need to do," Lee drawled, looking at him meaningfully. Shock passed through his eyes briefly before he nodded. "Uh, yeah. Okay, here." He tossed her a 20 dollar bill before tapping the hood lightly. "Thanks," he nodded awkwardly before strutting off around the store. Lee exhaled, shaking her head sadly. "What are ya doing, Sammy?" She got out of the impala, running up to the store.

Ten minutes later, she skipped back to the car, bags in hand. Sliding into the passenger seat, she declared, "I think you and Dean will be pretty damned happy with my purchases—I'm a thrifty shopper," turning to grin at Sam, who was staring straight ahead, frowning. Lee's smile faded, and she gently placed the bags in the back seat before facing him again. "You okay, Sam?" she asked hesitantly, looking down. "You and Rachel know, don't you? About Ruby, about the… demon blood." He asked. Lee looked up when she felt his gaze on her. She stared at him, observing his features for a little while before answering, "Yeah."

He nodded, looking out of the window. "Are you gonna tell Dean?" He grimaced. Lee breathed out slowly. "No, Sam. We're not gonna tell Dean." Sam looked at her questioningly.

"What you're doing—it's not exactly wrong, but… I don't know. Your heart is in the right place. I know that, and so does Rache." She smiled at him sadly, and he sighed in relief.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me—having someone understand is… it's nice," he said, smiling crookedly. Lee's heart leaped in her throat. She wanted so badly to help him, but she didn't know what she should say, or shouldn't, for that matter. Most of all, she wanted to warn him about Ruby, but she knew it wouldn't help.

Instead, she settled for saying, "You're welcome. Trust me, I know what it's like to be treated like a freak. Just… be careful of who you trust." He nodded, turning the key in the ignition. Lee reveled in the purr of the engine, settling back in her seat as they peeled out of the parking lot.

"Keep the engine running," Bobby said as they pulled into the driveway.

"Why? What's going on?" Sam asked.

"I got a friend one state over—Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many phone calls."

Lee scrunched her face up in concentration, trying to remember this episode.

"Olivia Lowry—hunter, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." Bobby announced.

"Scoot over," Dean told Sam, and Lee climbed into the back seat, handing Dean the bag of groceries, which he rifled through immediately.

"Dude?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?" Sam responded.

"You got two kinds of pie?!"

Sam looked confusedly back at Lee, who beamed. "Uh, Rylee actually went in and got the food," he explained.

Dean looked back at her approvingly. "Awesome." He said, backing out of the driveway.

"Wait here," Dean told Lee when they got to Olivia's house.

Soon after, Bobby came rushing out of the house, looking sick. He pulled out his phone, frowning, and then went back into the house. Lee puckered her brow, trying to think back to this episode. She pulled out her own phone, checking for signal. "Huh. Still got bars." She thought aloud, texting Rachel.

L: Hey. You remember this episode? P.s. I still have service, weirdly. Are you waiting in Bobby's car?

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed.

R: Yeah I've got service too. And no I'm at the house still in SD. Are we gonna talk about earlier or not?

Lee rolled her eyes.

L: Or not. I don't think you should be there alone.

Her phone buzzed.

R: Why?

L: BC we probably have demons on our ass, and this is the whole rising of the witnesses episode, I think. Remember when meg 1.0 shows back up as a ghost or something? Why didn't you come?

R: Shit. Fine, I'll lock myself in the panic room. You give them the DL on the episode. I already told Dean and Bobby a little about angels when you and Sam were gone. Anything go down at the store?

Lee grimaced, debating whether to tell her about her little bonding-over-being-a-freak moment with Sam.

L: Uh, yeah. He met up w ruby. I didn't see the skank, luckily, but he knows we know about him and the bitch blood. Also I saved dean from not having pie.

R: crap ok. Did he take it well?

L: yeah. I told him to be careful who he trusts, and that we wouldn't tell dean.

R: okay. BTW, I'm sorry about earlier

L: K, got to go

R: Lee wait

Lee shoved her phone back into her jacket pocket and got out of the car as the three hunters exited the house.

"Hey," Lee greeted them. "So, I know what's going down. We need to get back to Bobby's, stat." she said.

They looked at each other. "Yeah, except a bunch of hunters aren't answering their phones, and we need to go check on them, so thanks princess, but we ain't taking orders from you," Dean smiled sarcastically at her. "Guys, I'm sorry, But there's no point in going and visiting them. If they're not answering their phones, they're dead." She looked sorrowfully at Bobby. "I'm sorry."

"So what the hell is going on, then?" Bobby asked, hiding the pain in his eyes.

"Well," Lee shoved her hands in her back pockets, rocking back on her heels. "I believe it's called 'The Rising of the Witnesses,' and it isn't anything good." She explained.

"Wait. 'Rising of the Witnesses' I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before," Bobby said, eyes narrowing. "You have," Lee nodded. "It's one of the 66 seals. I'll explain on the way back to the house," she walked back to the impala.

"Wait, Rylee," Sam grabbed her arm. "Dean and me are gonna go check on the other hunters. It's the least we can do, even if they are… like Olivia." Lee nodded. "Okay, but hurry back to Bobby's as soon as you can. This is big." He nodded as well, and he and Dean got into the Impala and drove off as she and Bobby got into his truck and headed the opposite way.

"Okay, so we checked on Jed, and he looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?" Lee heard Dean say over the phone.

"Well, we checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated. In red." Bobby announced. Lee scrunched up her nose at his imagery.

"What the hell's going on here, Bobby? Why'd a bunch of ghosts suddenly want to gank off-duty hunters?" Dean questioned.

Bobby glanced over at Lee. "I don't know yet. But until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place." He answered.

"We're on our way," Dean said, hanging up. They drove to Sioux falls in silence.

When they entered Bobby's house, it was freezing cold. Bobby went in first, breathing out cautiously only to see his exhale puff out in a cloud of cool air. "Balls," Bobby whispered. "We gotta go get Rachel," he breathed. Lee shook her head. "I told her to get in the panic room, so she should be fine." Bobby scowled sideways at the young woman. "You knew this was gonna happen, and you didn't tell us?" he whispered angrily. "Not exactly. I knew she wasn't safe, but you guys' ghosts shouldn't be here yet!" they both grabbed iron fire pokers from beside the fireplace.

Okay, you got this. You know how to fight a ghost, Lee thought frantically as her heart pounded. They both whipped their heads in the direction of the radio as it flipped on. Lee breathed out shakily as the sound of a little girl's laughter echoed eerily though the room. "God, Jesus why does it always have to be little girl ghosts?" Lee whispered hysterically. They slowly made their way through the kitchen, when suddenly Bobby stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Bobby?" Lee questioned, crouched in a defensive position behind Bobby, both hands gripping the poker tightly, eyes wide with fright. She watched, frozen with fear, as a red and blue ball bounced creepily down the steps, thudding on each step until it rolled to a stop at Bobby's feet. Suddenly, he whirled around and stared at something behind Lee. Thinking fast, she spun, swinging her poker as it sliced through the two girl spirits. "Bobby, come on!" Lee grabbed his hand, dragging him behind her as she ran through the kitchen to the study. Suddenly, she was thrown against the wall, and her head hit the bookcase, hard. She got a glimpse of the small girls standing in front of Bobby before the darkness overtook her.

"Rylee?! Hey, hey?!" Lee awoke to Sam's troubled face peering down at her. "You okay?" He asked, helping her to her feet. "Yeah.. Oh! Bobby?! Oh, no!" Lee exclaimed. Dean rushed into the study. "I can't find Bobby or Rachel anywhere. What happened?" Dean asked worriedly. "We-uh, me and Bobby came home, and it was freezing. We could tell something was up, so we grabbed the iron pokers. We saw these creepy ass little girl ghosts, and next thing I know I'm being thrown into the wall. Last thing I saw was the shining twins standing over Bobby," Lee explained hurriedly. "Ok I'll go, you check outside," Dean said, disappearing inside the house. "I know where he is," Lee grabbed the iron fire poker and ran outside, Sam following, calling out to Bobby. "He's in one of these cars," Lee promised. Sam nodded. "Okay, stay here," he told her, running off. "Bobby?!" he called. Lee grabbed her phone, hurriedly sending Rachel a text message.

L: girl ghosts got bobby. Please tell me you're safe in the panic room

Lee paced nervously until she felt a reassuring buzz.

R: yeah I've been locked in here. Meg's ghost shut the door, and I'm trapped. U ok?

Lee whipped her head up as she heard a loud crash. She grabbed the poker and took off towards the sound. She rounded the corner just in time to see Sam slice through one of the ghosts, and Bobby behead the other.

"So they're all people we know?" Sam asked as all four of them loaded their shotguns with salt rounds.

"Not just know. People we couldn't save." Dean confirmed. "Hey, I saw something on Meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" he asked.

"I- I don't think so," Sam answered.

"It was like a-a mark on her hand, like a brand," Dean explained. Realization dawned on Sam's face. "I saw a mark, too. On Hendrickson," Sam said, grabbing a notepad and pencil, and drawing it after bobby asked, "What did it look like?" "I may have seen this before," Bobby nodded, grabbing some books and handing them to Sam. Suddenly the radio turned on, playing static. "Come on, we have to get to Rache, and we'll help explain this," Lee said, grabbing some weapons. "We gotta move. Follow me," Bobby said. "O-okay, where are we going?" Sam asked. "Someplace safe, ya idjit," Bobby responded, leading them down into the basement. The door creaked as Bobby opened it, and from inside they heard Rachel exclaim, "Bobby?!" Dean, Sam, Lee and Bobby all piled into the panic room.

"Ya know, It's kinda creepy how much you two know about things," Bobby muttered, shutting the door behind them. The two Winchesters looked around in awe, Dean's gaze wandering over the weapons as Sam felt the wall. "Bobby, is this-" He began. "Solid iron, completely covered in salt. 100% ghost proof." Bobby finished. "You built a panic room?" Bobby shrugged, "I had a weekend off."

"Bobby," Dean exclaimed.

"What?"

"You're awesome." Dean smiled.

"Okay, anyways, let's get to work finding a way to fight off these evil sons of bitches, right?" Rachel pronounced. "Bobby, we know what's going on, but there's still a lot we don't know."

"Alright, well let's start with what you know," Bobby said as Lee went over to help pack salt rounds with the boys.

"Okay, what we know is that what's happening is The Rise of the Witnesses, and it's only one in a series of events to make one big thing happen." Rachel stated.

"Well. That's just peachy. And cryptic. How do we stop it?" Dean asked after a long pause.

"I don't know exactly, so Me and Bobby'll hit the books. It's some kind of spell." Bobby grunted in agreement as they each grabbed a volume.

About an hour later, after a conversation about how Dean couldn't believe in God because why would he just sit by and let so many innocent people die, Which both Lee and Rachel could strongly relate to, Bobby finally piped up.

"I found it. The symbol you saw—the brand on the ghosts…"

"Yeah?"

"Mark of the witness."

"Witness to what?" Sam asked.

"The Unnatural? None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts—they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony—they were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone raised them on purpose." Bobby responded.

"Who? Sam asked.

"Do I look like I know?" Bobby said, "But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this did have big plans," Bobby looked over at Rachel, who nodded.

"it's called the rising of the witnesses, and it figures into an ancient prophecy."

"wait, wait," Dean interrupted, standing and walking over to Bobby. "what book is that prophecy from?" he asked.

"well, the widely distributed version's just for tourists, you know, but uh. Long story short, Revelations. This is a sign, boys." Bobby announced.

"A sign of what?" The brothers asked at the same time.

"The Apocalypse," Lee answered, stepping forward.

"The apocalypse?" Dean questioned. "As in Apocalypse Apocalypse? The four horsemen, Pestilence, $5-a-gallon gas apocalypse?"

Bobby nodded. "that's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a mile marker."

"okay, so what do we do now?" Sam inquired.

"road trip, you know, Grand Canyon, Star Trek experience. Bunny Ranch." Dean exclaimed.

"that actually sounds awesome," Lee laughed softly, sitting down next to him.

"Well, you're invited," he offered, eyes roaming over her slightly. She widened her eyes in surprise.

Rachel snorted, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"first things first," Bobby reminded them. "We gotta survive our friends out there."

"Great," Dean retorted. "Any ideas aside from staying inside this room until judgment day?"

Bobby tapped the book in front of him with his pencil. "it's a spell. To send the witnesses back to rest. Should work…"

"Should," Sam chuckled cynically. "Great."

"…If I translate it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house," Bobby finished.

"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" Dean asked hopefully.

"you thought our luck was gonna start now, all of a sudden?" Bobby responded sarcastically.

"The spell's got to be cast over an open fire." He added.

"the fireplace in the library," Sam thought aloud.

"bingo," bobby agreed.

"that's just not as appealing as a ghost-proof panic room, you know?" Dean piped.

A few minutes later, the men stood, tossing each other the shotguns and duffle bags filled with ghost hunting supplies. "Cover each other. Aim careful. Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you. Ready?" Bobby asked them. Rachel and Lee approached, and the three hunters slid out of the room quickly. The last thing Lee saw was Bobby saying, "sorry, kids. This is for your own good," Before closing the panic room door, locking the girls inside.

"What! No! Bobby?!" Lee yelled, slamming herself against the door. "Damn it!"

"Son of a bitch," Rachel cursed.

"Whelp, I'm pissed," Lee sighed angrily, plopping down onto the chair Dean had previously occupied.

"Well… at least now we can talk," Rachel began, sitting down next to her.

"Rachel?" Lee asked.

"What?"

"Shut up," she ended, and they lapsed into silence.

"I cannot believe you guys locked us in there. I cannot Believe it," Lee hissed when, 30 minutes later the hunters let them out of the panic room.

"You could have been killed! You needed the backup!" Rachel agreed.

"Yeah, well, it's our job to be put in danger, not yours," Bobby huffed in defense.

"It sort of became our job when we were plopped into this universe, don't you think?" Lee growled, pushing past them and into the living room. Rachel sighed. "We could have helped," she said before heading upstairs. Dean and Bobby exchanged looks, shrugging.

Lee woke up with a scream still in her throat. Panting, she tried to still her rapid heartbeat. She slowly rose from her makeshift bed on the floor, looking over to where Rachel slept soundly next to her before making her way down the hall to the kitchen. Just as she rounded the corner, she heard voices and quickly flattened herself against the wall, listening.

"… At what point does he lift a damn finger to help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?" She heard Dean whisper angrily.

"The lord works—" Lee heard Castiel's gravelly voice respond.

"If you say 'Mysterious ways,' so help me, I will kick your ass," Dean interrupted, and Lee softly grunted in agreement.

"So Ry and Rachel were right? About the witnesses? About it being a sign of the apocalypse?" Dean asked the angel.

"That's why we're here. Big things afoot."

"Do I wanna know what kind of things?" Dean asked.

"I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know. I know you're there, so you can come out," Cas raised his voice slightly, and it took a moment for Lee to realize he was talking to her. She winced, stepping into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I… didn't want to interrupt," She explained, and Dean whirled around, taking in Rylee's tired appearance. She was suddenly aware that all she was wearing was an oversized flannel shirt. Luckily, she was short, so the shirt went down to her knees.

Castile tilted his head, continuing his conversation with Dean. "The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals."

"Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at SeaWorld," Dean commented, and Lee laughed quietly.

"Those seals are being broken by Lilith," Cas continued.

"She broke the spell. She rose the witnesses," Dean realized.

"Mm-hmm. And not just here," Cas leaned against the counter, and Lee went to stand by Dean, listening curiously. "20 other hunters are dead."

"of course. She picked victims that the hunter's couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us," Dean grasped.

"Lilith has a certain sense of humor."

"Well, we sent those spirits back to rest," Dean said.

"Yeah, but the seal was still broken," Lee piped, and both the angel and the hunter looked down at her.

"Why break the seal anyway?" Dean asked.

"You think of the seals as locks on a door," castiel explained.

"Okay. Last one opens, and?"

"And… Lucifer gets busted out of jail," Lee finished grimly.

"Lucifer?" Dean asked. "I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at Demon Sunday school. There's no such thing," he added.

"Yeah, not quite," Lee whispered.

"Three days ago you thought there was no such thing as me," Cas mentioned. "Why do you think e=we're here, walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"

"To stop Lucifer," Dean whispered.

"That's why we've arrived."

"Well, bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice." He said sarcastically.

"Dean, I wouldn't…" lee muttered. "we tried. And there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one, we lost," Cas defended.

Dean scoffed. "Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week, you think the armies of heaven should just follow you around?" Cas stepped closer to Dean, threateningly.

"Whoa, whoa," Lee interfered, stepping in front of Dean and putting a hand to Cas' chest. "Take a step back there, pal," she warned.

Cas turned his angry blue gaze down to her. "You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in," He said to Dean, leaning even closer to him, squishing her in between them. He spared one last glare at her before disappearing.

She and Dean stood there for a little while before she stepped away from him, looking around.

"That is so freaky," she muttered and suddenly she gasped, awaking on the floor next to Dean. He lay next to her, also gasping. Sam walked past them pulling on a plaid over shirt.

"You alright? What's wrong, Dean?" he asked.

"so.. you got no problem believing in God and Angels?" Dean asked, narrowly avoiding the question.

Lee grunted. He's almost as good as me when it comes to avoiding conversational topics, she thought as Sam answered, "No, not really."

Lee rose, stretching and making her way to the kitchen, and the brothers watched her go.

Rachel stood at the stove, wearing a faded black tee shirt and jeans.

"Eggs?" She asked her friend, and seeing Lee's worried expression, she set down the spatula.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"The apocalypse," Lee answered ominously, and she sat down at the table.