Let it Bleed Part 1

Dean sat with a book, not really reading it. He was still hung up on Castiel's visit. Sam and Angela sat at the table, her head resting on Sam's upper arm and they were flipping through a book.

"Well, you know what, at least you tried." Sam shrugged.

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, fat lot of good it did. Why did he even come, right?"

Sam shrugged and Angela just sighed. Dean slammed the book shut, clearly frustrated.

"Well, Samuel's journals are pointless," Dean commented. "I mean, I'm sorry, but uh, Jebediah Campbell has squat to tell me about how to stop Cas from cracking Purgatory."

Bobby walked in carrying a large yellow envelope. "Well, actually, it's not about the journals we have, it's about the one we don't."

"Meaning what?" Angela frowned.

"Well, that's the bad news." Bobby sighed. "Our pal Cas didn't stop in last night just to mend fences."

"What did he do?" Dean asked.

"Stole something," Bobby replied.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "What?"

"The journal of one Moishe Campbell."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Moishe?"

Bobby nodded. "Of the New York Campbells."

"Well, uh, so we gotta get it back, right?" Angela asked.

Bobby held up the envelope and handed it to Angela. "Or just read the copy I already made. Hi, glad to meet you. Bobby Singer. Paranoid bastard."

~/~\~

Bobby was reading pages of the journal. Dean walked over carrying three mugs and Sam and Angela sat at a desk with another book.

"I think I zeroed in on something," Bobby commented.

"What do you got?" Dean asked.

Bobby handed him the page. Dean walked towards Sam and Angela, reading from the journal.

"Went to talk to Howard Phillips about the events of March 10th." Dean read before he handed Sam and Angela the other two mugs.

"That's March 10th, 1937," Bobby commented.

"Alright." Dean shrugged. "So, who's this Phillips guy?"

"Phillips ain't his last name," Bobby replied. "It's Lovecraft."

Sam's eyes lit up. "Wait, H.P. Lovecraft?" He asked. "Let me see that." He held his hand out for the paper.

Dean handed it to Sam and frowned. "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"Horror writer," Angela replied. "I wasn't really into his writing, but he's kind of a legend."

Sam looked at Angela, frowning. "You haven't read H.P. Lovecraft's stuff?"

Angela shrugged. "My life is filled with enough horror, babe."

"Yeah, well, I was too busy having sex with women," Dean muttered.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Well, anyhow. There's one notion that comes up over and over again in his stories. Namely opening doors to other dimensions and letting scary crap through."

"You don't say," Dean replied.

"Wait, so you're saying you think Lovecraft knew something about Purgatory?" Angela asked.

"All I know is, Moishe paid him a visit." Bobby shrugged.

~/~\~

Dean was on the couch reading the copied journal. His phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Ben?"

"There are men in the house." Ben's frantic voice came through the phone.

Dean sat up straight and alert. "What?"

"They killed Matt. They got Mom. They're coming, I hear them."

"What are they?" Dean asked.

"I-I don't know."

"Did you see their eyes?" Dean pressed.

"No."

"Teeth?" Dean asked.

"No!"

"This is important, Ben, I need to know," Dean replied.

"Dean, I don't know!"

Dean sighed. "Okay, where are you now?"

"In my room."

"Can you get to your mom's closet?" Dean asked. "I left a shotgun in there."

"No. Dean, what do I do?!" Ben asked frantically.

"Okay, Ben, listen to me," Dean said firmly. "Got to your window and jump."

"What?!"

"Any bones you break won't compare to what they're gonna do to you, Ben," Dean explained. "You've got to jump."

"Okay, I'm going."

"I'm coming right now," Dean assured. "I'm coming to get you and your mom, I promise. You with me, Ben? Ben? Ben?!"

There was silence for a few moments. Dean stared at the phone in horror.

"Hello, Dean." Came Crowley's voice, causing Dean to put the phone back to his ear. "Fancy a chat?"

~/~\~

"God, how long's it been, Dean? Since my so-called demise, yes?" Crowley asked.

Dean stood up and clenched his jaw. "Crowley, let 'em go now, or I swear…"

"Right, right. You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices." Crowley replied. "Let's get to the bit where I tell you how this goes. Your chocolate's been in my peanut butter for far too long."

"I am going to kill you," Dean promised.

"Oh Dean, ever the wit." Crowley sassed. "I've got your uh, oh what are they? Ex lady friend and not-kid, and I'm keeping them until I'm satisfied that you've backed the hell off!"

"I'm telling you, last chance to let 'em go easy," Dean warned.

"You're adorable when you get all threatening. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. Provided you, Jolly Green, and Bambi stand down. Got it? Splendid. Kisses." Crowley responded before the line went dead.

Bobby's brows furrowed. "What's the story?"

"He said Lisa and Ben keep breathing as long as we sit on our thumbs," Dean muttered.

Angela sighed. "You think Cas knows about this?"

Dean shrugged. "We gotta assume he does."

"So, what are we gonna do?" Sam asked.

"I'll tell you what we're not gonna do: sit here," Dean answered. "I'm going after 'em."

"We're coming with," Angela replied quickly.

Dean shook his head. "No, Angie. You, Sam, and Bobby stay on the Lovecraft thing, okay? Cas is already way ahead of us."

"You gotta be nuts if you think we're gonna let you do this alone," Sam replied. "Bobby can take care of the case."

Bobby stood up, shaking his head. "No, guys."

"Bobby, this is a big ball, okay?" Dean sighed. "We can't drop it now."

Bobby paused and sighed reluctantly. "Fine. But how are you guys gonna find Lisa and Ben?"

~/~\~

Bobby drove off. Sam, Dean, and Angela summoned Balthazar, who quickly appeared with a drink in his hand.

"I'm sorry, do I look like a man-servant to you?" Balthazar asked. "No? No? Then quit ringing for me, please."

"This is important, Balthazar," Dean replied.

"I was drinking '75 Dom out of a soprano's navel when you called," Balthazar commented. "That was important."

"Crowley's alive." Angela sighed.

"Well, you've been scooped." Balthazar shrugged. "Cas already told me."

"Well, did Cas tell you that he is Crowley's butt-buddy, you smug little dick?" Dean glared.

Balthazar raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Handshake deal," Sam replied. "Go halfsies on all the souls in Purgatory. He fill you in on that?"

Balthazar frowned slightly. "Well, yes, yes. Yes, of course, he did. Yes." He lied.

Angela chuckled. "Oh, yes, of course. We can read it all over your face."

"Look, Crowley and Cas took two people who are very important to me," Dean said.

"And I care about this because…?" Balthazar asked.

Dean sighed. "Because maybe there is a shred of decency underneath this—this snarky crap. They're innocent people and I'm asking for your help."

"Hmmm." Balthazar hummed. "I see. Fair enough." He added before disappearing.

Dean clenched his jaw. "Son of a bitch!"

"Look, Dean. Let's just call Cas." Sam suggested.

"Maybe he doesn't know anything about this." Angela reasoned.

Dean shook his head. "We're not calling Cas."

"Yeah, but Dean…" Sam trailed off.

"We're not calling Cas!"

"So, what then?" Angela asked.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were walking hand in hand throughout the Singer Salvage Yard. Sam had Bobby on speaker.

"Lovecraft tried to jimmy a damn dimensional door," Bobby explained. "Idjit."

"So, what happened?" Angela's brows furrowed curiously.

"Well, nothing much." Bobby sighed. "Except, I dug, and every guest invited to the hoedown, dead or disappeared inside a year."

"Wow, um, so where are you off to now?" Sam asked.

"Have a chat with one of the guests."

Angela frowned. "You just said everyone there died…"

"Yeah, everybody Lovecraft invited." Bobby clarified. "Seems the maid had a nine-year-old boy. He was there."

"So, he'd be what, 83-years-old now?" Sam asked. "Where is he?"

"Same place he's been ever since the big night. Locked in a mental ward."

Sam and Angela started hearing a fight inside the garage. Angela sighed deeply.

"I see, um…Well, keep us posted, okay?" Angela replied.

"Okay, stay in touch. How're things going there? You got a lead on Lisa and Ben?"

Sam bit his lip. "Well, um, we're making a few inquiries. Slow going."

"How's Dean?" Bobby asked.

"About how you'd expect." Angela sighed.

~/~\~

Dean pulled the knife out of the now deceased demon. "Next customer." He snarled. He strapped a demon into a chair over a devil's trap. Dean paced around him with the knife.

"Look, I don't know anything." The demon said.

"Yeah, we'll see," Dean muttered. He walked away to take a sip of whiskey.

Sam and Angela walked in, concern evident on their faces.

"Dean," Sam said.

"Yeah?" Dean asked as he wiped the knife.

"Look, man." Sam sighed. "You're running on what, uh, whiskey and—and coffee and whatever else you're taking?"

"Yeah, and?" Dean asked.

"And we're grasping at straw here, Dean…" Angela replied gently.

"Look, I kill enough of these demons, eventually one of them will tell me where Crowley is," Dean replied. "So, we good?"

Sam paused for a moment. "Well, look, you've been at it for a while, why don't you at least let Angie or I take over? You deserve a break."

"No thanks," Dean replied, walking forward.

"Dean." Sam grabbed Dean's arm.

Dean glared. "Sam, back off. Lisa and Ben, wherever they are, that is 100% on me. And if they are hurt…I'll yell if I need you guys."

Angela sighed deeply and took Sam's hand in hers gently. The couple reluctantly walked out of the garage.

~/~\~

"Castiel, it's Angie and Sam." Angela prayed. "Um, look, we don't know if you're in on this whole Ben-Lisa thing, but if you have any heart whatsoever, bring them back to us, Cas. C'mon."

"Please." Sam continued. "We are begging you, do you understand?"

Sam and Angela looked around, silently pleading for a response. There was nothing. Sam scoffed and shook his head. As Sam and Angela walked away, Castiel stood next to them, unseen.

~/~\~

Dean filled a syringe up with blood. He walked over to the demon that was bound in a chair over a devil's trap.

"I promise you, pal. Start talking." Dean said as he walked over the trap. Unknown to him, his shoe rubbed away some of the paint. "Or I swear, I will rip your skin off, strip by strip. And then I'm going to kill you. And then I'm gonna do it to the next demon. You hear me?"

"Yeah." The demon nodded, his eyes going black. "I hear you."

Dean was shocked. The demon telekinetically threw Dean against a van. The demon broke out of his binds and stalked towards Dean. He put his hands around Dean's neck.

"So, you can stop talking, you miserable sack." The demon snarled.

Castiel appeared behind the demon and smote him. Light flashed from the demon's face as he died. Dean looked up at Castiel in shock.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm editing the last two chapters of this installment and I am so excited for you guys to read it! Also, I'm almost done mapping out season 7! I have a few more episodes to go, but I'm so excited! Here's a little spoiler: Angie and Garth are going to end up being really good friends from the get go. Also, thank you so much for the recent reviews, I love getting feedback from you guys! Love y'all.

~Emily