The two hunters decided that it was best to stay with Tony for the time being. They had carried him up to his bedroom and put him down on the bed, where he had stayed as the two of them went downstairs. There was a thick silence in the room as they sat in the kitchen, Dean having helped himself to one of the beers in Tony's fridge. The darkness inside the living room, which was just across the hall, kept reminding him of the idiocy that had been their idea. One would think they would've learned their lesson with Pamela. Now they had risked the life of another person, just to further their own end. Again.

Of course, their end was to the benefit of all humans, but still, Dean couldn't help but feel selfish. This was a guy with a normal life, a job, a home, and they had stomped all over it. He could kid himself all he wanted with that it was for the right reasons. Risking another human beings' life was not his way. He wasn't going to let it become his way.

Sam kept quiet. Dean had that intensely thoughtful look on his face, and he knew that his brothers' mind was working overtime. If only he'd stop blaming himself for everything. They had taken this choice together, they had not forced Tony into this summoning, heck, Sam even suggested stopping before they actually managed to summon the thing. Tony had been determined to see it through, as tenacious as Pamela before him. It had been a joint decision, where the dangers had been clear from the start, and they, or well, Tony had taken all possible precautions. Yet Dean blamed himself. He wished to change it, but all he did was heave a sigh; his brother wasn't going to change his mind simply because Sam suggested it.

The sound of sluggish footsteps down the stairs alerted them and even Dean looked up towards the hallway. An hour or so had passed since they left him in his bedroom, and they hadn't expected Tony to be up and about so soon. Tony had his blanket draped around him, and he looked ungodly tired, with dark rings under his eyes. He tossed a glance into the living room; he was met with nothing but darkness. Every little surface was black. He let out a long, low groan as he moved into the kitchen, sending off a sharp glare at Dean and Sam.

"You two owe me a new living room." Sam's lips twitched with a smile and he let out a soft huff of a chuckle, looking down at the table.

"Yeah, I guess we do." He mumbled lowly before lifting his head, looking over at the tired psychic as said person grabbed a beer from the fridge, opening it to down half in one go.

"So... You're feeling better?" Sam tried hesitantly, watching Tony closely. The other let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Just perfect. I mean, I got possessed by I don't even know what the hell that was, it feels like I weigh a freaking ton, and everything tastes and smells like a mix of iron and sulphur. I'm peachy." Tony's voice was dripping with sarcasm and there was no question as to why. The guy had been through a pretty lifechanging ordeal. He proceeded to down the rest of the beer, making Dean glance at his own which was only half empty, and then went to grab another one from the fridge, opening that one as well. Dean was about to say something when Tony held up a finger to pause him, swallowing a gulp of beer.

"But wait, that's a lie, I do know what that was, the freaking Lord of hell!" He spat out the words with an angry glare.

"... Actually, the Lord of what was, before Hell." Sam cleared his throat lightly, avoiding to look at Tony after his correction, but he could feel the other's red hot glare.

"Whatever you call it, I'm a possible vessel? Really? Me? Why me?!" Dean shook his head slowly with a shrug, grasping for straws in his mind.

"Who knows? It's the same thing with angels, they need, a suitable vessel. Or they, well.." Sam pitched in to finish the sentence. "Or, they either blow up, or.. Slowly rot away." Tony threw up his hands in a defeated gesture, rolling his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, he made several attempts as he paced back and forth, but eventually stopped by the kitchen counter, slouching against it as he let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm going to die, just like Pamela, and Georgie, and Nicole.." Sam and Dean simultaneously perked up, looking over at the other. It was Sam who spoke first, nearly having gotten out of his seat.

"You knew Pamela?" Tony sighed and looked into the darkness of his beer bottle. He took a while to answer, his voice dragging slightly.

"Of course I did... She taught me everything I know. So, I, would know more, if she hadn't gone and gotten herself killed. I even moved all the way to Kansas to get away from whatever got her." He sucked in a breath as he took another swig of his beer, sighing softly, interrupted by a hiccup.

"Damn hunters.. No offense."

"None taken." Neither of the brothers made any attempt at telling Tony that is was because of them that Pamela first lost her eyes and then her life. That was a sad story that could remain buried... Or at least told another day.

A silence ensued. Tony seemed lost in thought. Tired, sad. As though his life had ended while he was still breathing. Dean gave his brother a quick glance, who responded with a nod, and Dean made his way outside. He couldn't deal with the guilt, he had to get some air. While he was at it, he could also check on Amy.

...

Sam looked over at Tony once Dean had left. "Look, I'm sorry about all this." Tony waved a slow hand. "Meh, it's not your fault. It's just... Bad luck, is all."

Tony seemed to have calmed down, and he even managed a slight smile as he looked over at Sam. The hunter really did look pathetically concerned with that scowl on his face.

"It's not like you knew I was going to turn out to be a vessel, or that it was an ancient deity of some kind I was about to summon." Sam let out a light chuckle, shaking his head slowly. "No, didn't anticipate that."

"And I'm fresh out of ancient deity wards.." Tony let out a tired chuckle. It could be the beer that had improved his mood, or he was just too tired to be upset. "I'll have to hit the books, see what I can find.." He looked over at Sam.

"You don't happen to have any books about warding off supercharged bad guys?" That got a proper laugh out of the tall hunter and he shook his head. "Nope, but when I do, I'll let you know, how's that?"

"That'll be just fine." Tony smiled and took a sip of his beer. "I'm serious about you two owing me a new living room though. People will think I'm in a cult worshipping Satan or something if they see the state my living room is in."

"Or what you've turned to hardcore gothic interior design." Tony snorted out a laugh, putting the bottle to his lips.

"Black is the new everything, huh?"

Sam nodded with a tilted grin. "Yeah, something like that."

...

Amy had watched Dean leave the house, and she kept watching him as he approached the car. He sat down in the passengers' seat with a heavy sigh, running a rather rough hand over his hair, only to drag it down over his face. He cleared his throat and scrunched his nose briefly as he sucked in a short sharp breath through it, sitting up more straight.

"So" He turned around to look at Amy, an arm over the back of his seat. "You alright?" His voice was tired and heavy, and it made Amy frown, watching him closely. There was an unpleasant air about him, something.. Muddled and heavy in general.

"Yes... Are you?" He frowned and faced forward, running his hand over his hair yet again. She could see the reluctance to answer, the slight flicker of his eyes as they darted back and forth in an indecisive manner, seeming to explore the car's interior. Lying to Amy was useless, she'd be able to call him on it, so his options were either to not say anything at all, or divert the subject. Or..

"Nevermind me, are you sure you're alright?" He turned his head to look back at Amy yet again. "You looked like you had a lot of trouble in there when that guy showed up." That caused the girl to shudder and she rubbed her arms, pouting slightly.

"I don't like him." She muttered, pulling up her legs onto the seat. "Yeah, can't say I like him either. But, so you're fine?" Amy nodded.

"Yes. It's quite strange, though. I have, no physiological need to breathe, yet... I needed to breathe, and I couldn't. It felt awful, like, my lungs were filled with this thick, gooey stuff, not allowing me to breathe." Strange indeed. Dean frowned, watching Amy, and she was staring back at him. They sat in silence as at least Dean's mind worked on what they should do next. The Lord had said that holy beings were overwhelmed by his presence, and that was what caused that reaction. Which most likely meant angels as well. They had to figure out a way to by-pass that reaction, because if they were forced to deal with that guy again, they couldn't really do it with their powerhouse on the ground, writhing and squirming. He sucked in a deep breath, turning his body to face forward again.

"Yeah.. I don't know Amy." He started slowly, watching the world in front of them. "It's a hell of a situation we're in."

...

They, or at least Sam, had offered to stay with Tony to make sure he's safe, an offer that had been shut down as soon as it was suggested. Tony gave all sorts of excuses to not have them here, but it boiled down to one thing; hunters bring death. They couldn't blame him, really, after all he had been through, but they would like to keep an eye on him. The psychic had been speaking of moving to another location just to be able to stay ff the radar more easily. Their little summoning must've alerted half the city's no-doubt existent monsters, and he was eager to get to a place where no one knew who he was.

The brothers would have liked to stay and help, or at least stay and keep an eye on him, but they couldn't afford the luxury of staying away from the bunker for too long. They had other things on their mind, other things to do.

"Don't you think I should learn how to fight?" Amy's head popped in between the two brothers' in the car as she stood on her knees on her own seat, her arms on the back of theirs, a smile on her lips. "Didn't Castiel say that I should learn how to fight? I think it'd be fun. Don't you?" Sam let out a chuckle as he gave a shake of his head.

"I don't know Amy, I'd prefer it if you stayed out of fights."

"Oh come on! Don't I need to be able to defend myself? In the face of danger." She spoke with narrow eyes and a quite dramatic voice before brightening up again with a smile. Sam blinked and frowned slightly. "Is that a movie reference?" Amy blinked and looked over at him. "I don't know, is it?"

Dean glanced over at Amy; as he was driving, he couldn't be too generous with his glances.

"You'll have to take that up with Castiel." Sam looked over at his brother with a frown. "Dean, you think she should learn how to fight?" Dean's lips tensed and he intensely stared at the road ahead of them. "No, I think she should be able to defend herself when we're not there."

Dean did have a point, especially since fall was coming ever closer, and the cottage they had bought for her was bound to be ready by then. Which meant that she'd be on her own again, but with their scent on her. Monsters, demons, they would figure out where she was, and they'd come after her. Or at least, they would if they knew that the Winchesters yet again had someone they considered family. The brothers had no idea how well-informed the demons were, but they could guess that they at least had a vague idea about who Amy was. It wasn't certain that Crowley would relay the information that he had procured to his minions; they had been known to act on their own on several occasions, which the King of Hell most likely wished to avoid. Crowley was an asshat, but at least they could count on him being a selfish asshat.

"Where is Castiel? I haven't seen him in a while." Amy frowned and looked at the two of them. "Is he out on a mission?" Dean rolled his shoulders. "I guess he's busy with his angel war stuff."

"Ah.." Amy nodded, sitting back down in her seat. "Angel war stuff.." They hadn't seen him since they investigated that mall incident. He had said something about Grigori before he had disappeared. The name rung a bell, perhaps her parents had told her about whatever it was before they departed for heaven? She wasn't sure, and she scrunched up her nose as she was thinking. Her parents had told her of all sorts of things, but they had rarely made any sense to her. They were ancient beings, what they said or did was shaped by years upon years of experience; how good that experience was, she'd never know. She had rarely been told anything about their past, or even how they found each other. Amy was lucky that they had found each other, or she wouldn't be alive. However, she would have liked to learn more from them before they left.

Perhaps, if she had learned more... She would have been more useful. She nodded her head in determination. First she had to find Castiel, and then she had to get him to train her, in, whatever he could train her in. Then, she could be of use.