At Hell's Gates

by mrsemmettcullen12

What if Sam had a twin sister? This is the story of Dean and Sam with a sister, Alex.

33. Marvin's Room

This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.

Chapter 33

Dean led the way into Bella's apartment, flinging the door open with his gun out. Alex and Sam followed him, both of them having their guns out as well. Sam checked out the bathroom and the wardrobe, while Alex and Dean looked through her dresser drawers. Sam opened the safe underneath the TV, but the Colt wasn't there.

"Any sign of it?" called out Dean.

"Nothing," answered Sam.

As Dean opened another drawer, the phone next to Bella's bed began ringing. They all stopped what they were doing to look at one another. Dean walked over to the phone, looking down at it resting on the nightstand. He picked it up hesitantly and held it as far away from his ear as possible, but still being able to hear the person on the other end.

"Dean? Sweetie, are you there?" asked Bella from the other end of the call.

Dean rolled his eyes, mouthed "Bella" to Alex and Sam, and then held the phone closer to his face so he could talk into it.

"Where are you?" asked Dean.

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it," whined Bella.

"I want it back, Bella. Now."

"Your little pistol, you mean. Sorry, I can't at the moment."

"Do you even understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" asked Dean.

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"

"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder."

"You know nothing about me," said Bella, after a brief pause.

"I know I'm gonna stop you," smirked Dean.

"Tough words for a guy who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. And you know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down."

"Well, that's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

Suddenly, the door was kicked in by a group of police officers. All three of their eyes widened as they took in the officers and the three of them put their hands up as the officers moved towards them.

"That fucking bitch!" yelled Dean, his hands up in the air as an officer moved towards him.

They were all shoved to the ground and handcuffed as the head officer read them their rights.

"Sam, Alex, and Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"

As the officer continued listing off their rights, the three siblings watched as a man walked into the room, seeing his black, shiny, leather shoes first. They all looked up and saw Agent Henrickson standing above them, looking down at all of them.

"Hi, guys. It's been a while."

Dean rolled his eyes and put his head back down on the ground.

Sam, Dean, and Alex were led into the local, small town police station. They had chains around their feet and around their wrists as they were led back to the holding cells. They glanced at the reception area, where Agent Henrickson was leaning against a desk, watching them. Two other officers stood next to him and a young woman was seated at one of the many desks, looking terrified as they passed by her.

"Why all the sourpusses?" asked Dean, smirking at the four people looking at him.

Sam and Alex took in their surroundings, noting that the secretary's name was Nancy Fitzgerald and that she had a rosary laid out on her desk. She grabbed it as she saw them watching her intently. The officers pushed them forward then and Dean glanced at the young woman.

"We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

Nancy looked down at the rosary in her hands, avoiding his eyes.

The three of them were led into one large cell, an officer locking the cell door once they were all inside. They sat down on the small cot that was pushed against one brick wall of the cell, Alex sitting in the middle. She sighed as she sat down.

"Yeah, sorry you got caught, sis. What is this, your first time being locked up?" asked Dean.

Alex nodded and Dean smirked.

"You're such a badass," he said.

Alex laughed and Sam gave a small smile as well. They sat there in silence for a few moments, all of them glancing around the room.

"So how are we gonna Houdini ourselves out of this one?" asked Dean, finally breaking the silence.

"Well, that's a pretty good question, actually," said Sam.

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded down the hallway and they all looked up as Agent Henrickson stood in front of their cell. He held onto one of the bars of the cell door as he looked at the three of them. Sam looked away when he saw it was him and Dean rolled his eyes as Agent Henrickson began speaking.

"You know what I'm trying to decide?"

"Oh, I don't know, what?" asked Dean.

"What to have for dinner tonight. It's either steak or lobster. Oh, what the hell, we'll surf and turf. I've got a lot to celebrate, I mean, after all. Seeing the three of you in chains," said Agent Henrickson.

Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes and Agent Henrickson looked at her.

"Especially your pretty little face, Alex. You've evaded me more times than your two brothers over here. But now, I've finally got all three of you, and in one place, too."

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted better just yet. You couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail…"

Dean shrugged and Agent Henrickson looked down at the ground.

"You're right. I screwed up. I underestimated you three, I didn't count on any one of you being that smart. But now, I'm ready."

"Ready to lose us again?" asked Dean.

"Ready like isolation. How's that for ready?"

Dean rubbed a hand over his face and sniffed, while Alex and Sam looked away from Agent Henrickson.

"Take a good look at your siblings because you three will never see each other again."

Dean shook his head, his smug grin coming back into place on his face.

"You've got the wrong siblings."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot. You three fight monsters. But I'm sorry, Dean, your daddy no doubt brainwashed you with all that satanic crap. Now, that's all, that's reality."

Sam and Alex sat up, leaning forward now instead of against the wall.

"Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth?" asked Dean, glaring up at Agent Henrickson.

"Well, guess what? Life sucks, so get a damn helmet. Because everybody's got a sob story, but not everyone becomes a killer, either."

Sam looked up and out the small window in the cell, hearing noises that sounded like a helicopter. Bright lights shined in through the window, but then they disappeared as quickly as they had come. Agent Henrickson looked at his watch, smirking. He tapped his watch.

"Mmm. It's surf and turf time."

He chuckled as he walked away from their cell and Dean gave him a sarcastic smile of his own once he was gone. He rubbed his hand over his face once again as he wondered how they would escape this one. Alex sighed.

"Damn, that guy was a real huge asshole."

Sam nodded in agreement.

Not even ten minutes later, another FBI agent walked back into the holding cell area. He shut the huge sliding door that led back to the cells before walking over to their particular cell, his hands on his hips and a smug smile on his face as he stood in front of them. Dean was now standing up by end of the cot as Alex was leaning against the wall and Sam was leaning forward, still sitting on the cot, his elbows resting on his knees. The three of them stared up and over at the new man.

"The Winchester siblings. Sam, Alex, and Dean. I'm Deputy Director Steven Gromes. This is a pleasure," he said, stepping as close to the cell door as possible.

"Well, I'm glad one of us feels that way," retorted Dean.

"I've been waiting a very long time for you three to come out of the woodwork."

He suddenly pulled out his gun and shot Dean straight through his left shoulder. Dean fell back onto the cot as Alex and Sam shot up, Sam running over and grabbing Steven's wrist, causing him to shoot the gun up and into the air instead of at them. Alex was by Sam's side and she gasped when the man's eyes turned black. She began chanting an exorcism, speaking Latin fluidly. The man's head turned around, but then suddenly, he looked back at them, his eyes still as black as before.

"Sorry I've got to cut this short. But it's gonna be a long night, children."

Steven tilted his head back and a cloud of black smoke erupted from his mouth. It went up towards the ceiling and escaped through the air vents up above. The agent fell to the ground, his gun still in Sam's hands, as Agent Henrickson and some other officers came rushing into the room.

"Put the gun down!" yelled one officer, spotting Sam with the pistol.

"Wait, okay, just wait," cried Alex.

"He shot him!" cried another officer.

"I didn't shoot him, alright? I didn't shoot anyone," said Sam.

"That bastard shot me!" yelled Dean, standing up from the cot and motioning towards Agent Gromes.

"Get on your knees!" yelled Agent Henrickson.

"Okay, okay, okay. Just please, don't shoot me," said Sam, lowering himself to his knees.

He set the pistol down on the floor outside of the cell as Agent Henrickson stood in front of the cell, his gun trained on Sam.

"Look, we didn't shoot him, alright? Check the body. There's no blood, we did not kill him," said Sam, his breathing very heavy.

"Go ahead. Check him," said Agent Henrickson, telling one of the other officers to do it.

An officer reached down and looked over the body.

"Vic, there's no bullet wound," he said.

"Yeah, because he's probably been dead for months," said Alex.

"What did you do to him?" asked Agent Henrickson.

"We didn't do anything!" yelled Dean.

"Talk or I shoot!"

"You won't believe us," said Dean.

Alex sighed and looked at one of the other officers.

"He was possessed," she explained, calmly.

"Possessed. Right. Fire up the chopper, we're taking these three out of here, and now!" yelled Agent Henrickson.

"Yeah, do that!" yelled Dean.

The other FBI agent in the cell holding room grabbed his walkie talkie and began speaking into it.

"Bill," he said.

Nothing but static was heard through the walkie talkie.

"Bill. Are you there?"

He tried again, but there was still no response from Bill. He looked up at Agent Henrickson, who imperceptibly nodded his head towards the doors. The man rose up from out of his crouch beside the dead man and headed back to the lobby and reception area, turning off the walkie talkie as he went. Moments after the man had left and walked outside, they heard an explosion and they all winced as they heard it.

"Now what in the hell was that? Reedy!" yelled Agent Henrickson, through his walkie talkie.

There was no response, so Agent Henrickson tried once again.

"Reedy!"

An hour later, as the lights were shut out, Sam, Alex, and Dean stood up from where they were sitting on the cot, looking at each other, once again alone in the cell holding room. Only a few emergency, back-up flood lights came on and Dean whistled.

"Well, that definitely can't be good," said Alex.

Dean groaned as the pain in his shoulder got to him. Alex sighed and maneuvered her hands to get into her pockets, pulling out a handkerchief that she was carrying around with her. She held it out to Sam, who took it and pushed it onto Dean's wound. Dean winced and groaned again as Sam staunched the bleeding from the wound. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be such a wuss," said Sam.

Dean looked down at his shoulder, seeing what Sam was doing, when they all heard a voice from behind them.

"So what's the plan?" asked Agent Henrickson.

They all turned to look over at him.

"Is it to kill everyone in the station and then bust the three of you out?"

"What in the hell are you talking about?" rasped Dean, grabbing the handkerchief from Sam and holding it onto his own shoulder now.

"I'm talking about your psycho friends, I'm talking about a bloodbath."

"Look, okay? I promise you, whoever's out there, is not here to fucking help us," said Alex.

"Look, you've gotta believe us. Everyone here right now is in absolutely terrible danger," continued Sam.

"You think?" asked Agent Henrickson, the sarcasm absolutely drenched in his tone of voice.

"Now, why don't you let the three of us out of here so we can save all of your sorry asses?" asked Dean.

"From what?"

Alex bit her bottom lip nervously, looking away from Agent Henrickson. Dean shook his head and Sam looked down at the floor, toeing the ground with the front of his shoe. Agent Henrickson sighed as he saw them all blatantly avoid his questioning.

"Were y'all gonna say some demons? Don't you even fucking dare say demons. Now, let me tell you all something. You three should be a lot more scared of me than some motherfucking demons."

Agent Henrickson gave them one last cold glare before walking out of the holding cell room.

"How's your shoulder?" asked Sam, looking at Henrickson's retreating form as he asked Dean a question.

Dean pulled the handkerchief from off his shoulder and out of his jacket, seeing that it was already halfway covered in blood.

"It's just perfectly awesome," he said sarcastically, giving Sam and Alex a fake smile along with it.

Sam looked at him sadly and Alex shrugged, not really knowing what to do or say.

"I'll live. You know, if we actually get out of here alive," said Dean, throwing the handkerchief off to the side of the cell.

"So do either one of you have a plan?"

Sam and Alex shook their heads, looking at Dean's shoulder to see how bad his wound really was. Dean looked down at the ground, wincing as they prodded around in his shoulder. When he looked up again, he saw Nancy, the secretary, lurking around the corner of the holding cell room. She was staring directly at them, her eyes wide and obviously curious.

"Hey, look," whispered Dean, nodding over to her as Sam and Alex looked over to finally see her standing there, in the corner.

"Hey! Hey, uh, please, please, we need your help," pleaded Sam.

He walked towards the cell door to talk to her more clearly as Alex stayed back with Dean.

"It's Nancy. Nancy, right? Nancy, my brother's been shot and he's actually bleeding pretty badly. Do you think maybe you could get us a towel? Please, just one, clean towel?" asked Sam.

Nancy still just stared at them, so Alex sighed and walked over to where Sam stood, gently pushing him aside. He looked at her questioningly and Alex just shook her head before turning her attention over to Nancy.

"Look at us, please. We're definitely not the bad guys here, I swear," pleaded Alex, giving Nancy a soft smile.

Dean and Sam gave their best soft smiles towards her as well, but Nancy turned around and fled back around the corner, her heels clicking down the hallway as she walked away. Sam sighed and Dean turned away from them.

"Nice try, guys."

Sam turned away too, but Alex watched the doorway. She smacked Sam's arm when Nancy suddenly reappeared around the corner, a clean, white towel clutched within her small hands. She hesitantly walked towards them.

"Thank you," said Alex, smiling at the girl, who was probably about her own age.

Nancy took small, hesitant steps towards them and Alex held up her hands, her palms forward.

"It's alright, Nancy," she said, still smiling softly and gently at the young woman.

Nancy stepped forward and reached through the bars, her eyes wide, but she was starting to smile softly at them. That all changed when Alex grabbed her wrist as she handed her the towel. Nancy began screaming and an officer came charging into the room, his shotgun raised and pointed at Alex.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

He glanced over at Nancy, who was holding her wrist to her chest and breathing heavily as she stared at Alex.

"You alright, Nance?"

Nancy nodded and the man looked back at the siblings.

"You try anything like that again and I'll shoot something other than your arm. You understand?"

Alex nodded and the officer allowed Nancy to leave first, following her out of the holding cell room.

"Alex, what in the hell was that about?" asked Dean.

Alex unraveled the folded up towel and held up a wooden rosary that Nancy had been wearing on her wrist. Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Huh," he said.

"How many do you guys figure are out there?" asked Alex, sitting in between her brothers on the small cot in the cell.

"Hell if we know," said Sam.

Dean nodded along with him.

"It's kind of crazy, isn't it? I mean, it's like they're coming straight for us. They've certainly never done that before," said Dean.

Sam's brow furrowed as he thought about what Dean was saying and Alex just sighed, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. Dean chuckled under his breath to himself and smirked at his siblings.

"It's like they got a contract out for us. You guys think it's because we're so incredibly awesome? I think it's because we're so awesome."

Sam and Alex looked at Dean and Dean's smile faded as he saw how serious they looked. They looked up as an officer walked into the room and headed straight for the cell door, getting out his ring of keys. He unlocked the door, never looking at them as he slid it open.

"Uh, Sheriff?" asked Sam.

"It's time to go, kids," he said, finally looking up at them.

When none of them moved, he began walking into the cell as the siblings backed away from him, further into the cell.

"Uh, you know what? We're just comfy right here, but thanks, anyway," said Dean.

Agent Henrickson stepped into the doorway of the cell then and he looked over at the sheriff.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" asked Agent Henrickson.

"I'm tired of just sitting around here and waiting to die. Now, we're gonna make a run for it," said the sheriff, never looking over at Agent Henrickson.

"It's safer here," said Agent Henrickson.

"There's a squad facility in Boulder."

"We're not going anywhere."

"The hell we're not!"

The sheriff finally looked over at Agent Henrickson, who instantly pulled out his own gun and shot the sheriff straight in the head. Sam and Dean rushed towards Agent Henrickson, each one of them grabbing both of his arms. They shoved him over to the toilet, shoving his face inside the bowl. Using the rosary Alex had grabbed from Nancy's wrist, they had managed to turn the toilet bowl water into holy water. Dean held Henrickson's gun in his good hand as Alex began chanting the exorcism, Sam holding Henrickson's face down into the bowl. The only other officer left in the station came rushing into the room with his shotgun, but Dean held the gun out, aimed at the man.

"Stay back!" yelled Dean.

Nancy walked into the room seconds later and Dean looked at Sam, who was starting to struggle with holding Henrickson's head down as the demon inside Henrickson began struggling.

"Alex, hurry up," urged Dean.

"It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming," said Henrickson, as his head lifted from the toilet momentarily.

Sam plunged Henrickson's head back into the bowl of holy water as Alex began talking faster, the Latin flowing freely and fluidly off of her tongue as if she'd been speaking it her whole entire life. As she finished the exorcism, the demon inside Henrickson escaped from his mouth, a black cloud of smoke flying up into the air and disappearing. Sam let go of Henrickson's body, which was now dead weight, and Henrickson's body fell to the floor beside the small cot in the cell. Sam was panting from the struggle he had just faced by holding Henrickson down and Nancy stepped closer to the cell.

"Is he… is he dead?" she hesitantly asked.

Suddenly, Henrickson sat up, coughing profusely. He looked around the cell, his eyes wide as he took everyone in.

"Henrickson. Hey," called out Sam.

"Is that you in there?" asked Alex.

Henrickson pulled himself up off of the floor, using the edges of the cot to do so, before sitting down on the cot. Little sweat beads covered his face and neck.

"I, uh. I shot the sheriff," said Agent Henrickson, after a brief pause.

Dean glanced over at the sheriff's dead body and then a smirk came over his face.

"But you didn't shoot the deputy," he remarked.

Sam looked up at him, not laughing at all, but Alex briefly chuckled. Sam looked at her and Alex just shrugged.

"What? It was pretty funny, Sammy, come on," said Alex.

She fist bumped Dean, but then they both became serious again.

"I mean, a few minutes ago, I was perfectly fine, and then…"

"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" asked Dean, looking at Agent Henrickson.

"You were possessed," explained Sam, who was still sitting against one side of the cell, the bars pressing uncomfortably into his back.

Agent Henrickson's eyes were wide as he looked between the three siblings.

"Now you get the biggest, 'I told you so' ever," said Dean.

He handed Henrickson's gun back to him and Henrickson took it. He stood up from his place on the cot and began walking out of the cell.

"Officer Miche. Keys, please."

Officer Miche handed Henrickson the key ring from off of his belt. Henrickson took them and unlocked all three of the siblings, the chains falling to the floor with loud clangs as they hit the cement floor.

"Alright. So how do we survive?" asked Agent Henrickson, looking at all three of the Winchester siblings, who were now standing before him.

Back in the reception and lobby area, Sam had a can of spray paint and he was spray-painting a Devil's Trap right in front of the doors. Dean was looking over a floor plan of the whole building as Alex patched his shoulder up. He had taken off his first shirt and was now in just a t-shirt as Alex worked on his shoulder, taping gauze over it to help staunch the bleeding. Agent Henrickson and Officer Miche brought in all of the guns they could find around the place, while Nancy stood somewhat behind Alex, still wary of her and the boys because of the earlier incident. Dean looked over from the floor plan as he saw them set the guns down on an empty desk.

"Although those are all nice, they're not gonna do us much good."

"We've got an arsenal here," said Officer Miche, looking at Dean like he was insane.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You don't poke a bear with a BB gun because it's just gonna make him mad."

"So what do you need?" asked Agent Henrickson, loosening up his tie from around his neck.

"Salt. Lots and lots of salt," said Alex, still looking at Dean's shoulder as she spoke.

"Salt?" asked Officer Miche.

"What, is there an echo in here?" asked Dean.

"There's road salt in the store room," said Nancy, speaking up from her spot behind Alex a few steps.

Dean looked over at her and so did Alex.

"That's perfect. Perfect! Now, we need salt at every window and every door," said Dean.

Agent Henrickson and Officer Miche took off, in search of the salt and where to use it. Alex finished taping up Dean's shoulder and Dean looked over at Nancy.

"How are you holding up, Nancy?"

She smiled gently at him, still standing somewhat far away.

"Okay. You know, when I was little, I would come home from church and my family and I would always end up talking about the devil. My parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?"

She smirked slightly as Alex placed the last piece of tape on Dean's shoulder.

"That should hold."

"Thanks, baby girl," said Dean.

He grabbed her by the arm before she could turn away from him and stood up, placing a kiss on her forehead and pulling her in for a tight hug. Alex placed her arms around him and Dean rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent. Nancy watched this exchange, smiling gently at the love she saw between the two siblings. After a minute or two, Dean finally pulled away, placing another kiss on Alex's forehead before walking away from the desk and watching as Officer Miche carried in two huge bags of road salt from the storage room and placed them on an adjacent desk.

"Hey, where's my car?" asked Dean.

"Impound lot out back. But wait, you're not going out there, are you?" asked Officer Miche, looking at Dean like he was insane.

"Yeah, I've gotta get something out of my trunk."

Dean ran outside to the back impound lot, beginning to unlock the gate that was in front of him. He looked around as he picked at the lock on the gate, making sure no one nor nothing was following him. After a few seconds of quick work, he pulled the lock away from the gate and opened the gate, rushing inside the impound lot. As he ran towards the back of the lot, he pulled the car keys from out of his right jacket pocket. He unlocked the trunk and grabbed the duffel bag from inside the trunk. He took a quick glance around, made sure no one was there, and then he lifted the floor of the trunk upwards, revealing the arsenal he had stashed underneath the floor of the trunk. He began shoving all sorts of weapons inside the duffel bag, working quickly. As he was finishing up, he grabbed the trunk lid, moving to close it. The wind suddenly began whipping all around and the streetlamps flickered. Dean grabbed a bag of charms that was hanging from the trunk lid and turned around, glancing behind him. He looked past the streetlamp and saw a huge cloud of black smoke moving quickly towards him. He threw his duffel bag over his shoulder, slammed the lid of the trunk closed, and ran back towards the police station.

Dean ran in to the building through the set of back doors, pulling them closed as he stepped into the building.

"They're coming!" he yelled.

Sam looked up from his work of spray painting and they all heard Nancy scream as a cloud of black smoke hovered around the window she was standing around.

"Hurry!" yelled Dean, running farther into the building.

Sam began spray painting faster on the floor as Agent Henrickson, Nancy, and Officer Miche poured road salt all over the window sills and crevices around them. Alex stood in the middle of the lobby area as everyone finished up their respective jobs and huddled in the middle of the room together. Dean threw a sawed off shotgun to Sam, who caught it effortlessly as it arched through the air towards him. He simply handed one to Alex, since she was standing right beside him, and then he pulled out a gun for himself. The room suddenly darkened as the demons finally approached the building, the black smoke resting in front of the windows. The whole entire building shook as the demons tried to claw their way inside. Nancy held onto the cross necklace she was wearing as tight as she possibly could, her fingers shaking. Dust fell from the ceiling as the building continued shaking profusely. Suddenly, the shaking stopped and the windows cleared up, letting what little moonlight there was, back into the room. Sam looked over at Alex and Dean.

"Everybody okay?" asked Sam, looking around at the other three occupants of the room.

"Define okay," said Agent Henrickson.

Dean moved over to the closest desk and set down his gun.

"Alright, everyone needs to put these on. It'll keep us from all being possessed."

He grabbed the small bag of charms he had grabbed from his trunk and began handing one necklace out to every occupant of the room. They put the necklaces on their necks quickly and Nancy turned to look at the three siblings as Dean placed the bag of necklaces back into his duffel bag.

"What about you three?" she asked them.

Dean, Alex, and Sam sighed and pulled down their shirts a little bit, revealing the tattoos of the charm on their chests, right below their collarbones, but right above their hearts.

"Smart. How long have you had those?" asked Agent Henrickson, his hands on his hips as he looked at the three of them.

"Not long enough," remarked Sam.

Alex sighed and Dean turned back to his duffel bag, messing around with all of his guns.

An hour or so later, Nancy was standing around by one of the many windows and she looked outside. Outside stood a number of people, looking in on them from a couple feet away. Nancy squinted to get a closer look at the numerous people.

"Hey, that's Jenna Rubner!"

"It's not Jenna anymore," said Sam, looking out of the window as well and seeing Jenna's black eyes.

"So that's where all that black smoke went?"

"Yep, looks like it," answered Sam.

As Dean stood talking to Agent Henrickson, the sound of glass shattering spoiled their conversation. They ran out of the room with their shotguns and ran into a smaller interrogation room, where Sam, Alex, Nancy, and Officer Miche already stood, looking at the intruder.

"How do we kill her?" asked Agent Henrickson, his shotgun raised at the woman intruder.

"We don't kill her," said Sam, pushing the barrel of Agent Henrickson's gun back down again.

"What? Are you kidding?" asked Officer Miche, looking at Sam like he was going crazy.

"She's here to help us," said Sam.

He walked forward towards Ruby and Dean shook his head, sighing as he hung his head down towards his chest. Alex just rolled her eyes.

"Are you gonna let me out?" asked Ruby.

She nodded down towards the trap that was drawn on the floor and Sam crouched down, rubbing his knife across the freshly painted trap, letting Ruby out of it. She stepped forward and walked past all of them to get out of the room. Dean and Alex shook their heads and walked out after her, Nancy and Agent Henrickson quickly following them. Sam walked over to the window, peering over at the windowsill and the salt that had been disturbed there.

Ruby walked into the lobby area, Alex and Dean closely following behind her.

"So how many are out there?" asked Dean.

"Oh, 30, at least. But that's only so far."

Ruby perched herself on the edge of one of the desks in the room and looked over at Dean.

"Oh, great. 30 hitmen, all gunning for us. Who sent them?"

Ruby looked over at Sam as he stepped into the room, the last one to enter. She cocked her head to the side as she stared at him.

"You didn't tell Dean?"

Alex and Dean raised their eyebrows, looking from Sam to Ruby.

"Tell me what?" asked Dean.

"Sammy?" asked Alex, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Well, there's a new up-and-comer," explained Ruby, still looking over at Sam, who was now leaning against the wall across the room, away from all of them.

"Well, who is he?" asked Dean.

Ruby's head snapped over to look at him.

"Not him. Her. Her name is Lilith."

"Lilith?" asked Dean.

Ruby nodded.

"And she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. I guess she sees him as some sort of competition."

Ruby smirked and crossed her legs at the ankles as Dean and Alex looked over at Sam.

"You knew about this?" asked Dean.

Sam said nothing, but instead, he just took a deep breath.

"Well, geez, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?" yelled Dean.

"Don't blame Sam, alright, Dean? I knew too," whispered Alex.

Dean looked at his little sister who was standing beside him and just shook his head. Ruby scoffed.

"Can the three of you please just talk and work this all out later?"

When no one said anything, she looked over at Sam.

"We'll need the Colt."

Sam looked down at the floor, taking a deep breath. Ruby looked at Alex, whose eyes were wide and fearful, and then she looked at Dean, who slowly sat himself on the edge of another desk and looked over at Ruby, his eyes wide as well.

"Where's the Colt?" asked Ruby.

Dean began to answer, but just hung his head.

"It got stolen," said Sam, his voice low and deep.

"I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ear. I thought you just said you were stupid enough to let the Colt get stolen out of your thick, clumsy, and idiotic hands," yelled Ruby.

"You know what, bitch? You can shut your dirty fucking mouth before I come over there and slap the shit out of you," seethed Alex.

Dean's eyebrows rose and he whistled lowly as Ruby stood up from her seat on the desk, shooting Alex a glare and muttering under her breath. Ruby's back was turned to all of them as she stood up and thought. She finally turned back around after a few minutes of tense silence.

"Fine. There's only one other way I can think of to get you all out of here alive."

"And what's that?" asked Dean.

"I know a spell. It'll vaporize every demon within a one mile radius. Myself included. So you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die," threatened Ruby, looking over at Sam hatefully.

Alex sighed and looked down at the floor.

"And where's the problem with that?" mumbled Alex.

Dean chuckled under his breath as Ruby glared at Alex. Sam let a small smile slip through his hardened features. Alex looked up at Ruby, smiling brightly at Ruby's hateful glare. Dean and Alex fist bumped, directly in front of Ruby. Agent Henrickson, Nancy, and Officer Miche looked at them, their faces showing no emotion. Dean stood up from his perch on the edge of the desk and looked over at Ruby, who was sitting back down again.

"Okay. So what do we need to do?" he asked.

Ruby looked over at him.

"Aww, you can't do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."

"I got virtue," said Dean.

Ruby chuckled.

"Well, nice try anyway, but, uh, you're definitely not a virgin."

Dean laughed at Ruby and glanced around the room quickly.

"Um, news flash here, Ruby. No one's a virgin."

Ruby sighed and imperceptibly tilted her head over in Nancy's direction, her eyes wide. Nancy crossed her arms over her chest and looked to her left, trying to play it cool, as they all looked over at her. Dean cocked his head to the side.

"What? No. No way. You're kiddin' me, you're…"

"What? It's a choice, okay?" said Nancy, trying to defend herself.

"So, wait. You mean, you've never… Not even once? I mean, not even… Wow," said Dean, as Nancy shook her head at everything he had attempted to ask her.

"So, this spell. What can I do?" asked Nancy, looking over at Ruby now.

Ruby stood up and walked over to Nancy.

"You can hold still… while I cut your heart out of your chest," finished Ruby as she stood a few feet in front of Nancy now.

Nancy stood up from her slightly seated position quickly.

"What?"

"Whoa, what are you? Crazy?" asked Dean, coming up behind Ruby then.

"I'm offering a solution."

"You're also offering to kill somebody."

"And what exactly do you think is gonna happen to this girl once the demons get in, huh, Dean?" asked Ruby, practically yelling at him.

"All the people out there. Will it save them?" asked Nancy quietly.

Ruby looked at her.

"If their bodies are okay, then, yes," answered Ruby.

Nancy nodded firmly.

"Then I'll do it."

"Hell no," protested Henrickson.

"Nancy, you don't need to do this," said Alex, who was now standing beside Sam.

"All my friends are out there," said Nancy.

"We don't sacrifice people. If we even begin to think about doing that, we're no better than them," said Agent Henrickson.

"We don't have any other choice," said Ruby, looking at Agent Henrickson.

"Yeah, well. Your choice is not a choice," yelled Dean.

Ruby looked over at Sam and Alex then.

"Sam. You know I'm right."

Dean's eyebrows rose as he also looked over at his little brother. Sam's lips were pursed and Alex stared at her twin, her eyes wide. Sam looked past Ruby and at Dean, who gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"Sam."

Sam said nothing, but just continued looking at his brother.

"What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her!" yelled Dean.

Nancy sighed and stood up straight, nodding her head.

"Well, it's my decision."

Ruby smirked and glanced at Nancy.

"Damn straight."

"Stop! Stop!" yelled Dean.

Ruby rolled her eyes.

"Nobody needs to kill any virgins. Sam, Alex, I need to talk to the both of you," said Dean.

He walked towards them and the three of them headed into the hallway away from the group in the lobby. They carried their shotguns with them and once they were in the hallway and out of earshot, Dean whirled around, facing Alex and Sam.

"Please tell me you're not actually considering this. I mean, we're talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her whole entire fucking heart."

"And we're also talking about 30 people out there, Dean. Innocent people, who are all gonna die along with everyone in here," answered Sam.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that we throw away the rulebook and stop acting like humans! I'm not gonna let that damn demon kill some poor, innocent girl who hasn't even ever been laid. I mean, look. If that's how you win wars, then I don't wanna win," defended Dean.

"Then what? What do we do, Dean?" asked Sam, throwing his arms out and raising his eyebrows.

"I got a plan. Open the doors and let 'em all in. Then, we fight," whispered Alex.

Sam looked at her like she was crazy. Dean smirked.

"That's my girl."

"Did you get the equipment to work?" asked Dean, watching as Sam re-entered the lobby area.

"Yeah."

"So?" asked Alex.

"So I still say this is fucking insane," answered Sam.

Ruby scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"It's not gonna work."

She hopped up from her perch on one of the desks and began walking away from all of them.

"So long, kids."

"What? So you're just gonna leave?" asked Sam.

Ruby whirled around, her blonde hair flying across her shoulders as she spun around to face them once again.

"Hey! I was gonna kill myself to help you win, but I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose."

She took a few steps closer to Sam, staring directly at him.

"And I'm disappointed. I tried, but clearly, I bet on the wrong horse. Now, would you mind letting me out?" she asked.

Sam sighed, but led her out of the room and out of the building. Once he returned, they all began to prepare for the fight ahead of them. Dean led Alex to the door that she would be in charge of, fighting off demons.

"Alright, are you all set?" asked Dean, looking her over and making sure she had all the weapons she would need.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Dean, I know what I'm doing. Just leave, I'll be alright. See you when this is all over?" asked Alex, smiling brightly at her oldest brother.

Dean smirked and winked at his little sister.

"Oh, absolutely. Stay strong, little sis."

Alex laughed as her brother went to his own door to guard.

Once Dean was in place, he called out to everyone.

"You ready?" he yelled.

"Yeah!" yelled back Alex, Sam, and Agent Henrickson.

Dean brushed the salt out of the way with his foot and crouched down, using his knife to swipe away the Devil's Trap that Sam had spray-painted on the floor only hours earlier. He stood up, kicking open the door that led outside, and waited. Alex, Sam, and Agent Henrickson did the same, Alex taking a deep breath as she waited. Dean backed up, hiding somewhat around the corner for a surprise attack, but no one came inside.

Agent Henrickson was knocked backwards by a man who swung down from above the door.

Dean shot two demons, first a man and then a woman, as they both charged towards him.

Alex shot down one demon quickly as she waited for more to appear.

Sam shot a huge man that came barreling towards him, but then he was grabbed from behind by a different demon. The man pulled Sam down to the ground with him, but Sam quickly shot up, and hit the man in the face with the butt of his gun.

Agent Henrickson struggled against one demon's hold while other demons swiftly ran past him, into the building. Agent Henrickson struggled, but reached for the holy water that was in his shirt pocket.

"I hope this works," he said to himself as he removed the cap and threw it on the demon that was holding him.

The demon flinched backwards in pain, letting go of Agent Henrickson. Agent Henrickson backed up into the hallway, running into Dean. Dean quickly took advantage of their situation and reloaded his shotgun while Henrickson looked on, shooting any demons that ran inside. Once Dean's gun was reloaded, they parted ways once again.

Demons were rushing inside the building as Alex ran back into the front area where Sam was stationed. She saw him struggling with two demons and she knew many more were headed towards them. She shot two demons on her way over to Sam and she got a running start, jumping over the counter that rested in the middle of the room. She slid across the counter effortlessly and landed on her feet, punching a woman in the face as she ran towards her. Sam hit one man in the face with the butt of his gun. Sam reached inside his jacket and pulled out his bottle of holy water, spraying it all across the demons that were closest to him. They yelped in pain and scooted backwards, against the wall. Dean had entered the room and was standing against the wall behind Sam and Alex, who were now standing out from behind the counter and in the middle of a circle of demons. As the demons stood and stared at them, one woman stepped out from the crowd. She walked over to stand in front of Alex and Sam, stopping a few feet away from them. She smiled and held out her palm, flinging them against the opposite wall, along with Dean. The three siblings groaned as their backs hit the wall. Alex looked at Dean, who nodded.

"Henrickson, now!" yelled Dean.

Agent Henrickson hit one demon in the face with the butt of his gun before moving into an interrogation room. He hit a tape recorder and it began playing Sam's voice over the loud speakers throughout the whole police station. Sam was performing an exorcism and the demons all cringed as they heard what it was. Sam, Dean, and Alex were still stuck to the wall as they watched all of the demons in that station begin to go crazy, screaming and running around all over the place. They tried to escape from every door possible, but Nancy and Officer Miche had poured salt around outside of the doors, making it impossible for the demons to escape at all. They banged on the doors as hard as they possibly could, but nothing was happening. Alex closed her eyes, flinching slightly, as the demons began to leave their bodies, multiple clouds of black smoke flying up into the air. The clouds of smoke all rested on the top of the ceiling, a humongous cloud of black smoke still in the station building as the bodies fell to the floor. Sam's exorcism still played overhead and Sam and Dean closed their eyes as the black smoke exploded, bursting into flames and then disappearing from above them. The three siblings fell from the wall onto the floor, breathing heavily. They used the wall as leverage to climb back into a standing position and they all looked over as Agent Henrickson entered the room then. His lip was slightly bleeding and he rubbed a thumb over the cut, pulling it away to see the blood on his thumb. He chuckled as he looked over at them. Dean just shrugged and Agent Henrickson sighed.

About an hour or so later, Nancy helped another disoriented man leave the room, while Sam, Dean, and Alex stood in the lobby area with Agent Henrickson, who was looking over at the three of them.

"Well, I guess I better call in," he said.

"So what are you gonna tell them?" asked Sam.

Agent Henrickson smirked.

"Oh, the least ridiculous lie I can come up with within the next five minutes."

"Yeah, good luck with that," offered Dean.

"Um, not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?" asked Alex, quietly, as she bit her bottom lip and looked over at Agent Henrickson.

"I'm gonna kill you," said Agent Henrickson.

Dean's eyebrows rose, while Sam and Alex looked very confused.

"The Winchester siblings were in the chopper as it caught on fire last night. Absolutely nothing's left, can't even identify them with dental records."

Sam smirked and nodded at Agent Henrickson with respect, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So rest in peace, guys."

Agent Henrickson smiled and Sam stuck out his hand, offering to shake on it. Agent Henrickson obliged and Dean did the same, shaking his hand as well. Agent Henrickson looked at Alex, who smiled at him and he held out his arms for a hug. Alex stepped into his embrace for a few split seconds before pulling away and standing in between her brothers once again.

"Now, get out of here," said Agent Henrickson.

"Yeah," whispered Sam, nodding.

Sam hauled a duffel bag full of weapons over his shoulder and followed his siblings out the front door. He saw Agent Henrickson pick up the nearest office phone and begin to dial a number.

Sam was lying down on his motel room bed, Dean was sitting at the table, and Alex was sitting cross-legged on Dean's bed when there was a knock on the door. Dean looked at his younger siblings, who both just shrugged, and he stood up from his chair, pulling the door open to let Ruby walk inside. Sam sat up as Ruby walked further into the room, her arms crossed across her chest. She sighed.

"Turn on the news," she said.

Sam obliged, grabbing the remote from the side table. Alex scooted over so Dean could sit beside her on the motel room's ugly comforter on the top of the bed. They all watched the news as a woman reporter spoke of an explosion at the station that had killed everyone inside instantly. Dean sighed and held his head in his hands as Nancy's smiling face appeared on the screen. Officer Miche's face appeared next, along with Agent Henrickson's after that. Ruby stared at all of them, a smug look on her face, as she walked over a few steps, reached down, and flipped the Power button off on the TV. She stood back up and looked at the three of them.

"Must have happened right after we left," whispered Alex.

"Well, considering the size of the blast, smart money's on Lilith," said Ruby.

She tossed all three of them a small black bag and they held them in the palms of their hands, wary of what was inside. Ruby crossed her arms over her chest once again.

"What's in these?" asked Dean.

"Something that will protect you. Throw Lilith off of your trail. For the time being, at least," said Ruby, whispering the last part and rolling her eyes along with it.

"Thanks," said Sam, holding up the bag in her direction.

"Oh, don't thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin plus a half a dozen other people."

Dean sighed, closing his eyes at the mention of Nancy. Alex put her free hand on his knee, squeezing it in reassurance. Sam looked down at the floor.

"So after your big speech about humanity and war, it turns out your plan was the one with the body count. Do you three even know how to fight a battle? You strike fast and you don't leave any survivors. That way, no one can go running off to tell the boss. So next time, we go with my fucking plan," said Ruby.

She kept her arms crossed under her breasts as she stormed out of the room. Dean sighed as he heard the door slam closed behind her and he patted Alex's hand on his knee. Sam looked over at his siblings, sighing sadly.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, Dean drove the Impala past the Morton house, the next job they were investigating. Sam held his arm out of his passenger side window, a flashlight in his grasp, as they tried to get a good look at the supposedly haunted house. Dean drives past the house slowly, looking at the house with Sam and Alex, before speeding up and driving away. What the siblings don't see are Ed and Harry, the two boys who they ran into when they were working on an earlier job about a year before. Ed and Harry were ghost hunters in charge of a website and now the two of them were creating a TV show titled "Ghostfacers." Ed, Harry, and their team were breaking into the Morton house to investigate it as well.

Dean led the way into the Morton house that same night, Alex in the middle, and Sam bringing up the rear. As they stepped into a hallway, they saw two figures at the end of the hallway, holding flashlights and looking through the house as well.

"Freeze! Police officers!" yelled Dean.

They walked down the hallway, the two men now up against the wall as the three siblings approached.

"Let's see some identification," said Sam, glaring at the two men.

Alex looked at one of the men, thinking that he looked oddly familiar. She also noted that the other man had a headband wrapped around his forehead, with a very small camera on the headband. She wondered why they were filming. She watched as Dean looked at one man's ID.

"Would you care to explain why you're wearing that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh, Corbett?" asked Dean.

"Uh…" began the man, but then the other man spoke up.

"Whoa, I know you."

"Yeah, sure, you do. Now give me some identification," said Dean, holding his hand out towards the other man.

"No way, wait a second. I know all three of you guys, yeah. Yeah, huh."

"What?" asked the man named Corbett.

"Holy shit," said Sam, rolling his eyes.

Dean and Alex turned to look at their brother.

"What?" asked Alex.

"Uh, West Texas, the tolpa we had to take out? Those two goofballs that almost got us killed, um, the Hell Hounds, or something?" asked Sam.

Alex scoffed.

"Oh, yeah!" she said.

Dean, Alex, and Sam looked at the man who had recognized them, their flashlights shining directly in his face.

"Fuck me," whispered Dean.

"Um, yeah, we're not the Hell Hounds anymore, okay?"

"Ed, what's going on?" asked Corbett.

"They're not cops, buddy, no," smirked Ed, looking at Corbett and then back to Dean.

"Ed, Ed. You had a partner too, didn't you? Isn't he around here somewhere?" asked Dean.

Ed nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, he's uh, running around and chasing ghosts," replied Ed.

"Great. Well, listen. You and Corbett here need to gather up your little girlfriends and get the hell out of here," said Dean, his face suddenly serious.

Ed chuckled and stepped forward, only stopping once he was a few steps away from Dean.

"Listen here, chiseled chest, okay? We were here first, we've already set up base camp, and we beat you."

Alex rolled her eyes as Dean turned to his siblings.

"They were here first," he said.

Sam rolled his eyes and Dean turned back around to Ed, grabbing him by the shirt and lugging him backwards until Ed's back hit the wall. Ed groaned.

"Ed?" asked Dean.

"Yeah?"

"Where's your partner?"

Ed led them all out of the hallway and into what would've been considered the living room, where all of their equipment was set up.

"What are you doing at the Morton house, Ed? Huh? On leap year, what are you thinking?" yelled Dean.

He followed directly behind Ed into the living room/base camp area and stood in the middle of the room, Alex and Sam directly behind him and Corbett stood next to Ed.

"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show," answered Ed.

"What? Great, perfect," muttered Alex, sarcastically.

"Yeah, no one's ever spent the night before," said Corbett, sounding very excited.

Dean looked over at Corbett, his eyebrows raised.

"Uh, actually, yeah , they have."

"Uh, we've never heard of them," shot back Ed.

"Yeah, you know why? Because the ones that have, haven't lived to talk about it!" yelled Dean.

"Oh, c'mon, I don't believe you," laughed Ed.

Sam sighed and set the large duffel bag that he was carrying over his shoulder on the ancient desk that Ed was standing behind. He unzipped it quickly and began pulling out files. Alex held her flashlight above him so he could see what he was doing.

"Look, missing persons reports going back almost a half century."

He pulled out the papers, unfolded them, and pointed to them as he spoke, Ed slowly walking towards him and looking at the papers Sam held in his hands.

"Um, John Grare, stayed on a dare, gone. Julie Wilkinson, gone. There are tons more. All of them came just to stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Dagget."

Ed took the papers from Sam's hands and began flipping through all of the missing posters they had collected over the last week.

"These look legit," whispered Ed.

"They are legit! Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy! Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die," said Alex.

Suddenly, they all turned to look at the stairs as Ed's partner and two other people came rushing down the stairs, screaming and yelling as they did so. They ran into the room, both scared and excited.

"Corbett, we saw one, we saw one! It was a full apparition!" yelled Harry, Ed's partner in crime.

Harry and the other two people stopped yelling when they spotted Sam, Alex, and Dean all standing together, off to the side. The three siblings looked at Harry and his friends like they were complete idiots. Harry looked to them and Ed, then back again.

"Hey. Aren't those the fuckers from Texas?" asked Harry, looking at Ed and pointing to the Winchesters.

"Yes," said Ed.

Dean stepped forward, back into the middle of the room, Sam and Alex right behind him.

"Alright, let's have this reunion across the street, guys, c'mon," said Dean.

His breath was wasted as they all rushed over to the computers, showing Ed and Corbett the video of what they had just seen only moments before.

"Look, honest to God proof," said the woman, whose name was Maggie.

Dean walked over to join everyone else as they gathered around the little tiny computer screen, watching the apparition. Dean cocked his head to the side as he watched the video. Alex nodded to her brothers and they walked over to the side, not noticing that a camera was trained on their every move as they spoke.

"Think we were off on this? That was just a death echo," said Alex.

"Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?" asked Dean, as they walked closer to the stairs so they wouldn't be heard.

"No, not that I could find," said Sam.

"What's a death echo?" called out the cameraman.

All three of the Winchester's heads snapped up to look over at him.

"Look, we got a problem here and that ghost ain't it," said Sam, looking directly into the camera as he spoke.

"But what's a death echo?" repeated the man, sounding very bored.

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes, but she looked into the camera, answering his question.

"Look, echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were killed. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie."

"Maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is," said Dean, beginning to move back into the living room where everyone else was still stationed.

"Alright, alright, we need to get out of here, guys, c'mon! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" he yelled.

"Pack it up!" yelled Alex.

"You guys, time is running out," said Sam.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What about all of our equipment?" asked the girl, Maggie.

Sam, Alex, and Dean had managed to drag them away from their computers and were leading them towards the front door of the house. They all stopped when Ed hollered out.

"Wait, wait, wait! Where's Corbett?" he asked.

They all began looking around for Corbett when suddenly, they heard a scream from upstairs. They all stopped what they were doing.

"That was Corbett," said Ed, once the screaming had stopped.

"Corbett!"

"Corbett!"

"Corbett!"

The whole Ghostfacers team ran up the stairs after Corbett, calling out for him.

"Guys, wait!" yelled Sam, but it was no use.

Sam, Alex, and Dean stood by the stairs, watching as the whole team disappeared around the corner as they reached the top of the stairs.

"Shit!" yelled Sam.

Alex sighed, but followed her brothers up the stairs. They finally caught up to the team as the screaming resumed and it was finally midnight.

"Corbett's not here. So let's move!" yelled Sam.

"Let's go, let's go!" yelled Dean.

"Move, move!" yelled Alex, ushering them all down the hallway on the second floor. They finally managed to get them all downstairs and back into the living room.

"What's happened? Oh, God," said Ed, removing the light from around his head and setting it on the desk in front of him.

"He's gone. He just disappeared," whispered Ed.

He walked around the desk and joined Maggie and Harry, who were looking at the computer screen.

Sam, Alex, and Dean were standing at the bottom of the staircase, right by the front door of the house. Dean was leaning his arms on the wall, his head resting on his arms as Alex and Sam stood beside him.

"Well, it's now 12:04, Dean. Are you good, you happy?" asked Sam, sarcastically.

Dean pushed himself off of the wall and glared at Sam.

"Yeah, I'm happy," shot back Dean.

"Let's go hunt the Morton house, you said. It's like the Grand Canyon."

"Sam, I don't wanna hear it."

"You got two months left, Dean. But instead, we're gonna die tonight."

Sam grabbed a wooden chair that was resting beside the staircase and used it to attempt to break down the front door. Instead, the chair was broken in half. Alex flinched as Sam threw the broken pieces of the chair down onto the floor.

"Whoa, what the hell's going on, guys?" asked Harry, rushing over to them.

"I'll tell you what the hell's going on. Every door, every window, and I'm guessing every exit out of this house, they're all sealed," said Sam.

"Why, why are they all sealed?" asked Maggie.

"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay? Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave. It's no death echo, it's a bad mother fucker and it wants us scared," explained Alex.

"Or it just wants us," said Maggie.

"Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again," said the cameraman.

"EMF's starting to spike!" exclaimed Ed.

"This is a big one!" yelled Harry.

"Everyone stay close, this is a big one," said Sam.

Sam looked up the stairs, while Dean and Alex kept an eye on the team. A few moments later, another death echo appeared in the living room where they had been previously standing only moments before. Sam turned to watch the death echo.

"Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?" asked Dean.

Harry, Maggie, and the cameraman shook their heads.

"Uh-nuh," said Harry.

"Um, no, it's a different guy," said the cameraman.

Dean turned to look at Alex and Sam.

"Multiple death echoes? What the hell's going on?" he asked them.

"Beats me," said Sam, turning his attention back to the death echo.

"Okay, okay, alright, alright, alright," said Dean.

He stepped away from the group and walked over to the man in the death echo, waving his arms in front of him and yelling into the man's face.

"Hey, buddy! Wake up, alright?" yelled Dean.

"You're dead! Hello?"

"What's he doing?" asked Ed, looking to Sam and Alex for help.

"It's really rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human. But usually, you have to have some sort of connection to the deceased," explained Alex, watching her older brother attempt to talk to the death echo.

"Come on, wake up, be dead!" yelled Dean.

Suddenly, it sounded like a train was heading for them. The whistle sounded louder and louder, but nothing ever happened to them. The death echo cringed and held up his hands to try and protect himself, but he was flung backwards and everyone let out a small yelp as he disappeared. Dean looked at Alex and Sam.

"There's no record of this anywhere. No one got shot here, obviously no one's gotten run over by a train," said Dean.

They were all walking through the house, staying close by one another.

"Stay close," said Sam.

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" asked Maggie, who was walking behind Dean.

"Yes. Wait, no. I don't know, we don't know what's doing it. That's what we're trying to figure out," said Dean.

"Stay close," said Alex, looking at the cameraman.

Sam joined her and looked at the cameraman and Maggie.

"Okay, look. Death echoes are ghosts, okay? Now, ghosts usually haunt places where they lived or where they died…"

"But these loops didn't live or die here," finished Alex.

"So what are they doing here?" asked Maggie.

"Hey, give the lady a cigar," said Dean, smiling sarcastically at Maggie and the cameraman behind him.

He followed the rest of them into a room that resembled an office. There were heads of a buck and a moose on the walls and an old file cabinet in one corner. Sam had begun picking through the filing cabinet. He brushed some glass off of an old picture frame that held some sort of certificate in it.

"Freeman Dagget. The last owner that lived here, conducted for 20 years of fine service at the Gambler's General Hospital," said Sam, reading from the certificate.

"This guy was a doctor?" asked Dean, looking over at Sam.

Sam looked back at his brother.

"Janitor."

"What'd you say he died, '64?" asked Dean, walking away from the desk.

"Yeah, heart attack," answered Sam.

"Huh," said Alex.

She had found a small table full of papers and all sorts of pamphlets. She held one small pamphlet up and showed it to everyone.

"'Survival Under Atomic Attack.'"

"An optimist," muttered Sam.

Alex chuckled slightly and they both looked over at Dean as he pried open a locked cabinet in another corner of the room. Dean reached inside the cabinet and pulled out a large rectangular, metal box, setting it down on the desk in the middle of the room. He opened the box and began sifting through it, shoving papers off to the side.

"Crap, crap," muttered Dean.

Sam and Alex reached inside the box as well, helping Dean look through some of the papers.

"You said Dagget was the hospital janitor?" asked Dean.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"Eww. We got three toe tags here," said Dean, holding the tags in his hands.

"One, death by gunshots. Train accident. And suicide," said Dean.

He looked over at Alex and Sam, both of whom had their noses scrunched up in utter disgust.

"Eww," they said at the same time.

"What?" asked Harry, whispering.

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here," said Alex.

Harry and Ed still looked confused, so Sam rolled his eyes, sighing.

"They're here because their bodies are here. Somewhere in the house," said Sam.

Harry and Ed looked like they were trying to put the pieces together, both of them looking towards the ceiling as if they were thinking profusely.

"Dagget brought their remains home from the morgue. To play," said Dean, looking into the camera.

Ed and Harry looked at one another, their faces registering disgust at the exact same moment.

"Eww," they said in unison.

"That's nasty, dude," said the cameraman.

"Wait a minute," said Dean, looking around at all of them in the room.

"Where's Maggie?" he asked.

Dean walked down the hallway and found Maggie in another room on the second floor. She spun around and gasped when she saw him looking at her through the camera she held.

"Stay closer to the herd, okay?" asked Dean.

He turned around as the rest of them found their way into the room. Alex wandered off to a small desk in the corner of the room and picked up a paperweight that was resting on the edge of the desk. She was holding it in her hands, looking at it, when suddenly, the cameras began fritzing out once again. A split second later, Alex was no longer in the room, having suddenly disappeared.

"Dean. Where's Alex?" asked Sam, looking around the room, but not seeing his twin sister.

Dean looked around the room as well, but still couldn't find her.

"Alex?"

Dean and Sam walked over to where Alex had been standing.

"Where'd she go?" asked Maggie, huddling into Harry's side.

Dean looked down at his feet and Sam crouched down, picking up Alex's flashlight from the ground.

"Alex!" yelled Dean.

Sam turned off the flashlight and followed Dean out of the room and down the hallway. The rest of the team followed behind them.

"Alex!" yelled Dean.

"Corbett! Talk to us!" yelled Harry.

"Alex!" yelled Sam.

Alex looked around at her surroundings, hearing music playing from somewhere beside her. Corbett was sitting at the same table she was seated at. He was sitting at the opposite end of the table, a cut on his forehead caked with dried blood and his little video camera still stuck on his hand. His head was lolled forward onto his chest.

"Corbett," she called out.

Corbett stirred slightly, so she called out his name again.

"Corbett. Corbett, hey, wake up, man."

Corbett finally sat up and blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings slowly.

"Corbett, hey."

Corbett looked down at the end of the table, where Alex was located. She was tied to the chair, a cut on her forehead as well, but hers was still dripping slowly with blood. Her lip had a cut on it as well and there was blood in her long blonde hair.

"Alex?" asked Corbett.

"Corbett, hey. You gotta keep listening to the sound of my voice, alright? I'm right here," said Alex.

She watched Corbett struggle to keep his eyes open.

"Stay awake."

"Don't listen to her," said a deep, menacing voice from somewhere off in the room.

Alex looked over at the owner of the voice, glaring at him as he turned off the music abruptly. Alex's eyes widened as the man walked over to Corbett's end of the table and picked up some sort of metal stick that had a pointed end. Corbett began whimpering as the man walked behind him.

"Corbett, stay awake. Stay with me here," said Alex, panicking.

"Stay with me, you got it? I'm right here, please stay with me, buddy," pleaded Alex.

"Don't, don't, no!" cried Alex.

Alex watched as the man stuck the metal stick straight through the middle of Corbett's throat, killing him instantly.

"Corbett! Corbett!"

Alex watched as the man started up the music once again and Corbett's corpse had a shocked look on its face. Alex sighed.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.

"Where are you guys?" cried Maggie, following Sam, Dean, and the team back into the room where Alex had been taken from. Dean and Sam walked back over to the desk.

"Dean, Sam. What are you guys doing?" asked Harry.

"Okay, so, Dagget was a Cold War nut, okay? He was an amateur taxidermist, he liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate was sea rations… So what the hell are we looking for?" yelled Dean, shoving a bunch of papers off of the desk as he became frustrated.

"Cold War life. He was scared," said Sam, looking at his older brother.

Realization dawned in Dean's eyes as he and Sam rushed from the room.

"He was scared, he was scared!" yelled Dean.

"He was scared? Scared of what? Wait, where are you guys going?" asked Harry, following Dean and Sam out of the room.

"Get away from me," said Alex, tensing up as Dagget walked towards her.

"This won't hurt. It's okay, it's okay," assured Dagget, leaning down towards her.

He placed a party hat on top of her head, snapping it on under her chin. Alex glared at him as he stepped away from her, relaxing only slightly.

"Where are you going?" asked Maggie, yelling at Sam and Dean as they rushed down the stairs.

"Guys like Dagget, who were really scared of the Cold War, built bomb shelters. And I'm guessing he's got one," said Dean.

"And I'll bet you it's in the basement," said Sam.

He pushed open the basement door that was located right next to the stairs and led the way down the stairs, Dean directly behind him, along with the cameraman. But before anyone else could walk down the stairs, the door was flung shut.

"Um, who closed the door?" asked the cameraman.

"It did. It wants to separate us," said Sam, watching as Dean walked back up to the door.

"Ed? Ed, listen to me. There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside it," yelled Dean.

"Inside your duffel bag?" asked Ed, exchanging a curious glance with Harry.

"Inside the salt circle, you dumbasses!"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," said Ed.

He, Harry, and Maggie left the basement door and headed back into the living room, looking for Dean's duffel bag.

Dean shook his head and walked back down the stairs, leading the way into the basement. Sam and the cameraman followed closely behind him. Dean and Sam began searching for their little sister as Maggie, Ed, and Harry saw the death echo of Corbett upstairs.

"Hey, can I ask you guys something?" asked the cameraman, watching Sam and Dean search for their sibling.

"What?" asked Dean, not looking towards the man.

"Earlier, when you three were talking, Sam said you had two months left, Dean. What was that about?"

Sam scoffed.

"Eh, it's complicated," said Dean.

"Is it cancer?" asked the cameraman.

"Shut up," said Dean.

Sam stopped and looked at Dean.

"Dean. Do you hear that?" he asked.

Dean and the cameraman stopped moving around and talking and listened as well. Faint music sounded from somewhere and they strained to listen to it.

"It sounds like it's coming from behind this wall," said Dean.

He and Sam both moved towards the wall, pushing and shoving a large metal cabinet out of their way. Once the cabinet was pushed out of the way, they saw a large metal door built into the wall.

"Wow. You guys are strong," said the cameraman.

Dean flipped him off as Sam looked at the door. Dean and Sam began shoving the side of their bodies into the door, trying to break it down. They didn't have to try very hard because after the second try, the door fell down and they stepped into the bomb shelter where Alex was located. She stared at them as Dagget stepped towards them. Dean raised his shotgun and shot Dagget, who immediately disappeared. Dean and Sam ran past the corpses and rushed over to Alex, Dean setting down his gun to help Sam untie her. The cameraman looked at all the corpses through his camera. Dean and Sam got Alex untied in no time and she stood up quickly, brushing herself off. Dean threw an arm around her and pulled her into him, closing his eyes as he quickly kissed her forehead, thanking God she was safe. The cameraman groaned as he saw Corbett's dead body.

"Oh, no. Poor Corbett," he said.

The cameraman walked backwards as Sam, Dean, and Alex headed out of the bomb shelter. He was filming them as he walked backwards.

"So what's this Dagget guy's problem, anyway?" he asked them.

"Loneliness," said Alex.

"What, has he never heard of a real doll?" asked Dean.

"No, no, no. Dagget was the Norman Bates, stuff your mother kind of lonely. I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue. He threw himself a birthday party. Except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and then went upstairs and OD'd on horse tranqs," explained Alex.

Dean and Sam stared at her, confused.

"How do you know all of this?" asked Dean.

Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes, wincing as the movement hurt the fresh cut that was just above her eyebrow.

"'Cause he told me," she answered.

"Oh," said Dean.

Alex smiled sadly.

"Yeah."

"Well, okay. So now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse? Trying to get people to come to his party?" asked Sam.

"Pretty much, yeah. And then they'll stay forever," answered Alex.

Back upstairs, Corbett's death echo had reappeared once again.

"Aww, Corbett," whispered Maggie.

Harry nodded, but then Ed looked at the both of them.

"Wait, guys. Guys, it's Corbett. He's, he's trapped, he's in a lot of pain, you know? We gotta, we gotta try and pull him out of his loop," said Ed.

He looked at Maggie and Harry, who said nothing and just looked back at him.

"We have to!" said Ed, standing up.

Maggie and Harry stood up as well. They watched as Ed stepped over the salt circle and walked over towards Corbett, who was whimpering.

"Corbett? Corbett, it's Ed. Corbett, listen to me, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you, listen. Listen. Oh, God, Corbett," said Ed, as he walked closer and closer to Corbett's shaking death echo.

Dean kept trying to break down the door as the cameraman kept filming. Alex was standing in front of Sam, but behind Dean when the cameraman's camera began fritzing in and out.

"Uh-oh, guys, I'm getting a ghost roll thing. Something's coming."

The cameraman fell down the stairs when he saw that Dagget was right in front of him. As Dagget leaned over him, Sam shot Dagget with his shotgun, causing him to disappear once again.

"I know how we can get through to Corbett," said Harry.

He grabbed Ed's shoulder and turned him around to face him.

"How?" asked Ed.

"Ed, he had feelings for you."

"Huh?"

"He wanted you. Ed, you know what you gotta do. You can do it. Ed. You've always been the brave one."

Ed began shaking his head.

"Yes, you can. You make us brave, right, Maggie?" asked Harry.

Maggie nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, you do, you totally do" she said, encouraging Ed.

"Ed, you gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern! You gotta send him into the light!" said Harry, pointing towards Corbett's death echo.

Ed looked at Corbett, then to Ed, then back to Corbett again before finally stepping away from Harry and Maggie in the sale circle. He walked slowly back over to Corbett's death echo.

"Corbett. Corbett, look. Hey, it's just Ed, buddy. It's just me. Hey, hey, Corbett, listen to me, listen to me. Okay. You meant… Corbett, you meant a lot to the team. You meant… you meant a lot to me," said Ed, a tear falling down his face as he spoke to Corbett.

"And you never, never backed down, never said a bad word. I remember that, Corbett. I remember that because I love you, Corbett. I really, truly love you. Do you remember that?" finished Ed.

He looked up at Corbett, who was now looking at him.

"Hey, Ed," whispered Corbett, as he looked at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, Corbett, it's me, yeah. Look, it's me. You gotta help us, man. You have to help us, Corbett, please. Please. Please, help us right now," begged Ed.

Dean, Sam, Alex, and the cameraman were back down in the basement, Dean having been unsuccessful in breaking down the door that led back upstairs. Sam looked at the cameraman, who was still breathing pretty heavily from his encounter with Dagget.

"Hey, just take it easy, man, alright?" said Sam.

The camera fritzed out once again and the cameraman saw Dagget standing directly behind Dean.

"Um, guys?"

Dean turned and his eyes widened as Dagget grabbed him and threw him across the room. He shoved Sam and Alex out of the way and headed straight for the cameraman. The camera fritzed out once again and the cameraman watched as Dagget turned, facing Corbett.

"Corbett?" asked the cameraman.

Corbett ran towards Dagget, tackling him to the ground. Once Corbett grabbed Dagget, the cameraman could see nothing but blinding white light. After a minute or so, the blinding light disappeared and the cameraman searched for Sam, Alex, and Dean. He saw Dean first.

"You alright, dude?" he asked Dean.

Dean stood up slowly, so the cameraman turned to Sam and Alex. Sam stood up first and then grabbed Alex's hand, lugging her up to a standing position.

"You alright?" he asked the two of them.

Dean met his siblings in the middle of the room, Sam looking a little worse for wear with a bloody nose and a cut on his cheek that was oozing blood. They walked upstairs and met Ed, Harry, and Maggie in the living room. Dean nodded and they all headed for the front door. They stepped outside into the early morning light, the sun almost risen all the way. Alex blinked at the bright sunlight and followed behind Sam as they walked down the three front porch steps. Once they had reached the bottom of the steps, Sam pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Ed, patting Ed's shoulder as he did so. Sam nodded once at the camera, and then slung an arm over Alex's shoulders as they walked to the Impala behind Dean.

A few hours later, Sam, Alex, and Dean sat in Ed's garage, the Ghostfacers headquarters, and watched the episode that they had been filming at the Morton house. The Ghostfacers all stood behind them, watching as well and drinking beers.

"So, guys. What do you think?" asked Ed.

Dean chuckled, rubbing a hand over his face, while Sam and Alex looked at him, smiling.

"You know, I kinda think it was half awesome," answered Dean.

"Half awesome, that's full on good, right?" asked Maggie excitedly, looking around at everyone.

"Yeah, it's cool how you guys can honor Corbett's memory, while grossly exploiting his death, well done," said Sam.

"Yeah, that's, uh, a real tight tope you guys are walking," said Alex, standing up along with her brothers.

"Yep, alright guys," said Sam.

He followed his siblings as they began walking out, but they all turned back around when Ed began speaking to them.

"Nah, that's reality, man. Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth and it's our job over here to share it with the world."

The Ghostfacers team nodded from behind Ed, smug smiles on all of their faces.

"Right, well, from our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" asked Alex.

"A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face, sometimes both, even," answered Dean.

"Right," said Sam, smiling at them.

"Oh, c'mon, guys. Don't be Facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century," said Harry, pointing to the computers.

"Oh, yeah," said Ed, staring at them with his hands on his hips.

Alex gave a fake smile.

"Well, you sure got us there," she said, looking at her brothers.

Sam and Dean nodded profusely.

"Well, we'll see you guys around," said Dean.

Sam gave a wave of his hand and they finally made their way out of the garage. Ed went over and shut the door behind them. He looked at his team, his eyebrows raised.

"Dicks," said Harry.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Ed.

"Totally," said Maggie, rolling her eyes.

"Yep," agreed the cameraman.

Ed walked over to the computers and crouched down, seeing Dean's duffel bag underneath the table. He grabbed it and lifted it up, setting it down on the table. Harry and Maggie walked over to stand on either side of him as he opened it up and lifted some sort of huge, metal device out of it. There were all sorts of wires and cables sticking out from it and it almost looked like an extra-large black magnet. As soon as he lifted it up to begin examining it, the computer and television screens began fritzing in and out.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" said Harry.

He began punching keys on the computers, but the screen turned blue and it said there was no operating system found.

Sam, Alex, and Dean jogged over to the Impala, reaching the car just as they heard a chorus of screams and yells from inside the garage.

"No! Are you kidding me? No, no, this cannot be happening!" yelled the many voices of the Ghostfacers.

Sam smirked as he heard them yelling at each other and he let Alex climb into the backseat first before he climbed into the passenger seat. Dean looked at Sam and Alex.

"That electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive they have," said Dean.

"The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers," said Alex, smirking along with Sam and Dean.

"That's too bad. You know, I kind of liked the show," said Dean.

Sam scoffed.

"It had its moments," he agreed.

Alex nodded as well and Dean started up the Impala. He looked back at the garage before pulling out of the driveway and onto the street, burning rubber as he sped away from the Ghostfacers headquarters.

A few days later, on their next job, Dean was sitting on a bench outside a large building, Sam and Alex walking towards him. Sam had his hands in his pockets as they approached Dean, who was on the phone.

"Yep, I got it. Thanks, bye," said Dean.

He hung up his phone and stood up as Sam and Alex finally walked all the way up to him. He tossed Sam a soda can and Sam caught it, looking at the can as Dean spoke.

"So?"

Dean stuffed the remainder of his food into his mouth and Alex looked disgusted at him.

"The professor doesn't know crap," answered Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Well, pack your stuff because we're hitting the road," said Dean.

He brushed past his siblings and headed away from them. Sam and Alex turned to watch Dean as he walked away.

"What?" asked Alex.

Dean turned back around to answer them.

"That was Bobby," he said, pointing into his pocket where he kept his phone.

"Some banker guy just blew his head off in Ohio, they think there's some sort of spirit involved."

"So you two were talking about a case?" asked Sam.

"No, we were, uh, actually talking about our feelings. And then our favorite boy bands. Yes, Sammy, we were talking a case," answered Dean.

"So, a spirit, what?" asked Alex.

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, the banker was complaining about some electrical problems that he's had for like a week. Phone was going haywire, his computer's flipping on and off. Eh?" asked Dean, raising his eyebrows.

Sam and Alex nodded feebly.

"What, is this not ringing your bell?" asked Dean.

"Well, yeah, sure. But, Dean, we're on a case right now," said Sam.

"Whose?" asked Dean.

"Yours," said Alex.

Dean nodded.

"Right, yeah. Coulda fooled me."

Dean began walking away from them again.

"Well, what the hell else have we been doing lately besides trying to break your deal?" asked Sam.

"Chasing our tails, that's what. Sam, we've talked to every professor and witch that we could possibly find and nobody knows squat. And we can't find Bella, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my fucking job," said Dean.

"Well, there's one thing we still haven't tried yet," argued Sam.

"No, Sam, no."

"Dean, we should summon Ruby."

"I'm not gonna have this fight with you," said Dean, shaking his head.

"She said she could save you!"

"Well, she can't!"

"Oh, really, you know that for sure?"

"I do."

"How?"

"Because she told him," whispered Alex.

Sam and Dean both turned to stare at her as she looked up at Sam sadly.

"Sammy, I'm so sorry. She told Dean she couldn't save him."

"Alex, how did you know that? I didn't tell you," said Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Dean, I'm not an idiot. I could see it in your eyes. I know you guys better than you know yourselves, you can't fool me."

"She told me, Sammy. Flat-out that she could not save me. Nobody can," said Dean.

"And you both just somehow neglected to mention this to me?" asked Sam, the hurt evident all over his face.

"You know, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you," said Dean.

"So what? Now you're keeping secrets from me, both of you?"

"Do you really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" threatened Dean.

Sam sighed, just staring at Dean. He switched his gaze over to Alex and shook his head at her, brushing past her and Dean to walk away from them. Dean walked back over to Alex and slung an arm over her shoulders, dragging her along with him as he began walking.

"C'mon, little sis. Just give him some time, he'll be alright," reassured Dean.

Alex nodded and let Dean drag her along, following somewhat behind Sam.

Dean pulled the Impala next to the curb of a nice house. They were finally in Ohio and dressed up so that they could interview the wife of the victim.

"I found him. There," said the victim's wife, pointing to the spot in the office where she had found her dead husband.

"Why don't you just tell us everything you saw, Mrs. Waters," offered Dean, glancing around the office space.

"You mean, besides my dead husband?"

She raised her eyebrows at them, her face an emotionless mask.

"Well, just everything else you saw. Please," said Sam.

The woman sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. She took a quick glance behind her, shuddered, and spoke to them.

"Um, there was blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favorite scotch on the desk. What else could you possibly want to know?"

"Why was the phone ripped from the wall?" asked Alex, gently.

"I don't know."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" asked Sam.

Mrs. Waters motioned toward the rest of the office with her hands, her eyebrows raised. Sam headed towards the desk and Dean stepped closer to Mrs. Waters. Alex followed Sam.

"I already went over all of this with the other detectives," argued Mrs. Waters.

"We'll be out of your hair in no time, ma'am," said Dean.

He smiled politely at the woman and moved past her to join Alex and Sam at the large desk in the office. She turned and watched them work, her arms crossed back over her chest again. Sam grabbed the phone and flipped through all the recent calls, noticing a strange number.

"Ma'am, what time did your husband die?" asked Sam, looking over at Mrs. Waters.

"Sometime after 11," she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

Dean and Alex looked at Sam, who pointed towards the caller ID on the phone, his eyebrows raised.

"What about strange phone calls? Receive any of those lately?" asked Dean, facing the woman.

"No. No."

"Mrs. Waters, withholding information from the police is a capital offense," said Dean, shoving his hands in his pants pockets and staring at Mrs. Waters.

Sam cleared his throat, loudly, and Dean looked back at him questioningly. Alex shook her head at Dean and Dean rolled his eyes at her, turning back to face Mrs. Waters. She sighed.

"A couple of weeks ago, there was this… I woke up one morning and I heard Ben in his study. I thought he was talking to a woman."

"What made you think that?" asked Alex.

"Because he kept calling her Linda. The thing is, I picked up the other line and… nobody was there. Ben was talking to nobody."

"There was absolutely nothing?" asked Sam.

"Just static," answered Mrs. Waters.

"Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?" asked Alex.

"No, I should've, but no."

"Did he ever say who Linda was?" asked Sam.

"What difference does it make? There was no one on the other end!" cried Mrs. Waters.

Back in the motel room, Dean was on Sam's laptop, looking for clues as to who Linda might be. He pulled up an online obituary and smirked at the picture.

"Well, Linda's a babe. Or was."

"Find her?" asked Alex.

She and Sam sat up on their bed and looked over at Dean.

"Yeah, Linda Bateman. She and Ben Waters were high school sweethearts."

"So what happened?" asked Sam, leaning forward on his elbows.

"Drunk driver hit 'em head on. Ben walked away," said Dean.

He looked at Sam and Alex.

"So what then? Dead flame calls just to chat?" asked Sam.

"You'd think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around?" asked Dean.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to his siblings.

"You got me," said Alex, flopping back down onto the bed.

"What about that, uh caller ID?" asked Dean, looking at Sam in front of him.

"Turns out, it's a phone number."

"It's no phone number I've ever seen," said Alex.

Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, because it's about a century old. From back when phones had cranks," said Sam.

"So why use that number to reach out and touch someone?" asked Alex.

"Well, you got me there, too. But either way, we should run a trace on it," said Sam.

"How the hell are we gonna trace a number that's over a hundred years old?" asked Dean.

Sam sighed and Alex groaned.

"We don't get many folks from HQ down here," said the federal agent.

Sam, Dean, and Alex followed him down the concrete steps and smiled at him.

"Yes, well, the main office mentioned that there would be a lunch," said Dean.

Alex and Sam looked at him and Dean just shrugged. The bald man leading them paused briefly, but then he looked back at Dean and smiled.

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with something. The man you three want to be speaking to is…"

The man paused as he heard a buzzing sound and he turned to look at Sam, Dean, and Alex. Alex was swatting by her ear, where a large fly was buzzing obnoxiously. Sam and Dean swatted the fly away as it buzzed by them as well and the man sighed, giving them a sheepish smile.

"Yes, sorry. We have a bit of a hygiene problem down here."

The fly finally flew away and the man started down the hall again, leading them a short way and then turning a corner into a room.

"Stewey," said the bald man.

The Indian man sitting in front of a bunch of computer screens turned and his eyes widened with fear as he took in the bald man and the siblings behind him. There were moans coming from his computer and Dean smirked as he realized Stewey had been watching porn.

"What have I told you about keeping this place clean?"

As Stewey continued closing the porn websites, the bald man turned to look back at the siblings.

"Stewey Myers. Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Raimi," the bald man said, introducing Sam, Alex, and Dean to Stewey.

As Stewey continued closing out the websites, the bald man leaned over and flicked him in the back of the head. Stewey flinched, but turned his chair around and looked at the siblings.

"They're from headquarters. You give these folks whatever they need," said the bald man.

He shot Stewey a warning glance before nodding to the siblings.

"Thanks," said Dean, nodding to the bald man.

"So… Can I help you?" asked Stewey, watching as the bald man left the room.

"We're here to trace a number," said Sam.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with the phone number written on it. He handed it over to Stewey, who looked at it, confused.

"Where did you get this?"

"Off caller ID," answered Sam, sticking his hands into his pants pocket.

"No, no, no, that's impossible," said Stewey, looking up at the three of them.

"We know it hasn't been used in a while, a few years," said Dean.

"A few years? It's pre-historic, I mean, nobody's using this number anymore."

"Sure. But could you run it anyway?" asked Alex.

"Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first?" asked Stewey.

Alex scoffed and looked at Sam and Dean. Dean smirked and looked back towards Stewey.

"Listen, uh, Stewey. You got like, six kinds of employee violations going on down here, not to mention the sickening porn clogging up your hard drive. When one of my partners says run the number, I suggest you run the number," threatened Dean.

Stewey looked at Dean and then he looked past Dean to Alex and Sam. Sam stared him down and Alex gave him a smug smile. Stewey sighed, but turned around to face his computer screens. Dean stepped back to where Sam and Alex stood and he looked at them, giving them a huge smile. Alex nodded and Sam smiled. They watched as Stewey typed in a few things and then looked at his computer screen.

"Holy crap," said Stewey.

"What?" asked Alex, trying to make sense of what she was seeing on the computer screen.

"I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going."

Stewey stood up and brushed past them to grab a paper from the printer.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

Stewey looked at the paper he held in his hands and turned to stand in between the siblings.

"10 houses in the past two weeks. All got calls from the same number," explained Stewey.

He handed the paper over to Sam, who began looking at it. Dean and Alex leaned over his shoulders to look at the paper as well, while Stewey walked back over to his computer chair, siting back down.

"So. Are we done here?" asked Stewey.

Dean gave Stewey a weird look and Stewey raised his eyebrows.

"'Cause I was sort of busy."

Dean nodded in understanding.

"Right."

He pointed at Stewey and winked and Dean led the way out of the room, his siblings following.

Sam parked outside of a small, yellow house and locked the doors of the rental car he was using. He jogged up to the front porch of the house and knocked loudly on the door. A man answered the door, his young son standing directly beside him, holding a bouncy ball.

"Hello?" asked the man, looking at Sam.

"Hello, sir. I'm with the phone company," said Sam.

"Uh, we didn't call the phone company," said the man, grabbing the ball his son had been bouncing on the floor.

"No, sir, we know. You see, we're calling you. You see, we've had a lot of complaints from the neighborhood lately."

"Um, complaints?"

"Yes, sir. Um, dropped calls, static. Maybe even strange voices on the other end of the line?"

"No, we haven't had any of that here."

"Nothing?"

"No."

"Okay. Well, we thought we'd check. Thanks," smiled Sam.

"Sure, no problem."

The man turned away from the door and smiled at his son. Sam looked up and noticed a teenage girl standing in the foyer, looking very scared and confused. Sam's head cocked to the side in confusion as she turned away quickly and followed her dad and her little brother back into the living room. Sam walked back out to his rental car, unlocking the doors and pulling the driver's side door open. Just as he began to climb inside, someone spoke from beside him.

"No way you work for the phone company," said the teenage girl, who Sam had just noticed inside the house.

She crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a smug smile.

"Sure I do," said Sam.

"Since when does a phone guy drive a rental or wear a cheap suit?"

Sam scoffed and messed with the keys in his hands before looking back up at the girl.

"Yeah, well. Maybe we're both keeping secrets."

"Why'd you ask my dad if he heard strange voices on the phone?"

"Why? Did you hear something?"

"No."

"Well, my mistake. Thought maybe you did."

"Well, I didn't, okay?"

Sam smiled politely at the girl.

"Okay. Sorry to bother you."

The girl nodded and looked away from Sam. Sam fiddled with his keys as he spoke again.

"Because you know, if you did, then I would've told you that I've been right where you're standing right now. Hearing things, even seeing things that couldn't be explained. But anyways."

Sam began to climb back into his car, but the girl stepped forward, stopping him once again.

"Hey, wait. Maybe… Maybe I've been talking on the phone. With, with my mom," said the girl.

"Well, that's not so strange," offered Sam.

"She's dead. Like three years now, dead."

Sam sighed.

"How often does she call you?"

"A few times. Started a week ago. I thought I was, like, crazy or something."

"Well, I can tell you one thing for sure. And you're gonna have to go with me on this, okay? You're not crazy."

The girl smiled slightly and nodded.

Sam was driving in his rental car when his phone rang. He answered and held the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Dude, stiffs are calling people all over town," said Dean.

"Tell me about it. So what the hell's going on here, Dean?"

"Beats me, but we better find out soon. This place is turning into Spooksville."

"Yeah. Alright, I'll call you later," said Sam.

"Yeah," said Dean.

He hung up his phone and opened his car door, getting ready to call Alex and ask when she would be back to the car from ordering food. As he began dialing Alex's number, his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, but he answered anyway.

"Yeah, what?" answered Dean.

Static made the phone call hard to hear. Dean waited for a response and he leaned against the hood of his car.

"Sam?" asked Dean.

"Dean. Dean, is that you?"

Dean stood up straight as his dad's voice came through on the other end of the call.

"Dad?" asked Dean.

Alex came strolling up to the car, a bag of food in her hands as she approached. She walked over to the passenger side and looked at Dean.

"Dean?" she asked, taking in the look on his face.

She rushed over to his side of the car and he looked at her, the phone still pressed to his ear.

"Dean, what's wrong?" she asked.

"It's Dad," whispered Dean.

Alex gasped.

Back in the motel room, Sam was sitting across from Dean and Alex.

"I mean, Dad? You really think it was Dad?" asked Sam.

Dean stood up and began pacing around the room, walking in front of Sam and Alex.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, what did he sound like?" asked Sam.

Dean looked at him.

"Like Oprah."

Sam threw his hands up in frustration.

"It was Dad, he sounded like Dad. What do you think?" yelled Dean.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Alex.

"My name. Then the call dropped out."

"Why would he even call in the first place, Dean?" asked Sam.

"I don't know, man. Why are ghosts calling anyone in this town?"

"I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones. Why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?" asked Alex.

She sat up and crossed her legs, biting her lip as Sam and Dean looked at her.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Sam.

"Okay, so. What if it really is Dad?" asked Dean.

He sat down on his bed and looked over at his siblings, who turned sideways to face him. Sam and Alex said nothing.

"What happens if he calls back?"

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

"What do I say?" asked Dean.

"Um, hello?" offered Alex.

"Hello? That's what you come back with, hello?"

She shrugged and Dean shook his head, standing up. He walked over to the door and grabbed his jacket from off of the couch. Once his jacket was firmly in his grasp, he looked back to his siblings.

"Hello?" he asked again.

Sam shook his head and licked his lips. Alex sighed and rubbed a hand over her face, a habit she had picked up from Dean. Sam walked over to his computer and sat down, getting online. Alex flopped back down on the bed and they were still in these positions when the door opened three hours later. Dean walked back into the room and looked over at Dean.

"Find anything?" asked Dean.

"After three hours, I've found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here," answered Sam.

"Wow. You know, you'd think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that," shot back Dean.

Sam looked up at Dean, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Hilarious."

"Sammy, you're just looking in the wrong places, pal."

"Oh, what are the right places, Dean?" asked Sam, looking back at his computer screen.

Alex plopped her body down next to Sam and looked at Sam's computer screen. Dean pulled a pamphlet out of his jacket pocket and held it up.

"Motel pamphlet. Billon, Ohio. Birthplace of Thomas Edison."

Dean threw the pamphlet down in front of Sam and Alex.

"Okay. And this means…?" asked Alex.

"Keep reading," said Dean.

Alex scoffed and read over Sam's shoulder as he held open the pamphlet. Sam and Alex's smiles broadened as they read on.

"You're kidding," said Sam, looking up at Dean.

Dean waggled his eyebrows.

Sam, Dean, and Alex were on a tour with some high school kids. Both of them had their hands stuffed in their pockets as they listened to the tour guide speak.

"And this is Thomas Edison's spirit phone. Did you know that Mr. Edison, while being one of America's most beloved inventors, was also a devout occultist? Ooooo," said the tour guide, trying to sound creepy.

"He spent years working on this, his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to communicate with the dead."

The tour guide used quotes around "communicate" and "the dead." Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Pretty spooky, huh?"

The tour guide glanced at her watch and waved her fingers around in a brief circle.

"And we're walking, we're walking…"

Sam, Dean, and Alex waited as the rest of the group followed the tour guide. They waited behind the group very subtly and once the whole group was gone, Sam pulled his EMF reader out of his jacket pocket. He took a quick glance around to make sure no one was lurking around and he held it up to the spirit phone.

"Anything?" asked Dean.

"Nothing," said Sam, shaking his head.

He turned off the EMF reader and put it back in his pocket as Dean and Alex looked at the spirit phone.

"So what do you think?" asked Dean.

"Honestly, it kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me," said Alex.

"It's not even plugged in," said Dean.

"Maybe it's like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town," offered Alex.

"Could be," said Sam, looking at the spirit phone.

"I mean, you know, the caller ID's a hundred years old. Probably around the time this thing was built," said Dean.

"Yeah, but why would it start working now?" asked Alex.

Sam nodded in agreement with her.

"I don't know," said Dean.

That night, as Sam and Alex were sleeping peacefully in their motel room bed, Dean sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in one hand. His cell phone rested directly in front of him and he just stared off into the darkness, not really looking at anything. A few seconds later, his phone rang shrilly. He glanced down at the caller ID, which read, "SHA33," the same number that had been calling people all over town. Dean picked it up quickly, opening it in one smooth motion and standing up, walking over towards the bathroom.

"Dad?" whispered Dean.

"Dean," said John.

Dean took a quick glance behind him to make sure Sam and Alex were still sleeping as he walked into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as he spoke to his dead father on the phone.

"Is it really you?" asked Dean.

"It's me."

Dean shut the bathroom door, locking it.

"How can I be sure?"

"You can't. Dean, how could you do it?"

"Do what?"

John sighed over the phone.

"Sell your soul."

"I was lookin' after Sammy like you told me to."

"I never wanted this. Never. You're my boy, I love you. I can't watch you go to hell, Dean."

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop it."

"Because if you break the deal, Sam dies, right?"

"What?" asked Dean, very confused, wondering how John had known that part of the deal.

"Well, I know a way out. For all of you."

"How?"

"The demon who holds your contract. He's here. Now," answered John.

Dean took in a deep breath at his father's words.

The next morning, Dean was fiddling around on Sam's computer while Alex sat beside him. Sam walked through the motel room door, his hands in his pockets. Alex looked over at him, but Dean kept his eyes on the computer.

"What's up?" he asked Sam.

"That girl, Lanie? Her mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night," answered Sam.

"That sucks," said Dean, reaching for some papers that rested on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yeah, it does. What are you doing?" asked Sam, looking at his brother questioningly.

Alex shrugged.

"I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here," said Dean.

He finally found the paper he had been looking for and he stood up, walking around the coffee table to stand in front of Sam. He held the paper out to Sam and Alex quickly stood up as well, walking over to read over her twin's arm.

"What is this, weather reports?" asked Alex.

"Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks," explained Dean.

"I, I don't remember any lightning storms," said Sam.

Alex shook her head.

"Yeah, me either."

"Well, I don't remember either one of you studying meteorology as kids either. Now, I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me," said Dean.

He walked past them and walked over to his bed, where his duffel bag was lying open. He began rifling through it.

"And he's been following you because…?" asked Alex, trailing off with her eyebrows raised.

Dean sighed frustratingly.

"I guess I'm big game," he smirked.

"Okay, sure," said Sam.

Dean sighed once again and walked over, snatching the papers out of Sam's hands.

"Well, don't get too excited, guys. You both might pull something."

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Dean, look, we want to believe this…"

Dean cut his little sister off.

"Then believe it! I mean, if we get this sucker, it's Miller time."

"Yeah, that's another thing. Dad rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean, not just send it back to hell, but kill it?" asked Sam, not believing his brother.

"I checked it out. This is heavy duty, Dark Ages. Fifteenth century."

Dean walked back over to the coffee table and handed Sam and Alex another piece of paper. Alex glanced at it briefly before sighing and nudging Sam with her elbow. Sam sighed, but looked at his brother.

"Yeah, we checked on it too, Dean. And Alex called Bobby, who also checked," said Sam.

"Okay. And?" asked Dean.

Alex bit her lip, glancing between Sam and Dean as Sam spoke once again.

"Look, it definitely is an exorcism, okay? There's just no evidence that it can kill a demon."

"No evidence it can't," shot back Dean.

"Oh, Dean, c'mon, man," sighed Sam.

"Hey, as far as I know, the only one of us that's actually been to hell is Dad, okay? Maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work," argued Dean, his voice rising as he became angry.

"Maybe it does, okay? Look, I hope it does too, but we just gotta be sure," argued Sam.

"Why aren't we sure?"

"Because we have no clue what's going on around here, Dean. I mean, some guy just blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits," argued Alex, throwing up her hands in frustration.

"Wow, a couple of civies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash, Alex, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts," yelled Dean.

Alex sighed and shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what else to say.

"Dad tell you where to find the demon?" asked Sam.

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up.

"I'm waiting on the call!"

Sam and Alex nodded, Sam scoffing at Dean's obsession. Dean stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

"I told Lanie I'd stop by," whispered Sam.

He turned away from Dean and Alex watched his retreating form.

"Oh, good, yeah, no. You go hang out with jailbait. Meanwhile, I'll be here, getting ready to save my damn life," said Dean.

Sam sighed and walked away from him once again. Dean scoffed and stepped forward.

"You are unbelievable, you know that? I mean, for months, we've all been trying to break this demon deal. Now Dad's about to give us the freakin' address and you can't accept it?"

"Dean, please stop," whispered Alex, staring between her two brothers.

"The man is dead and you're still butting heads with the guy!" yelled Dean.

"That is not what this is about," said Sam.

"Then what the hell is it?"

"The fact is, we got no hard proof here, Dean. After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!" yelled Sam.

"Yeah! Well, maybe that's all I got, okay?" yelled Dean.

Sam and Alex looked at him sadly and Dean looked down at the ground.

"Please, just please, don't go anywhere until I get back, okay, Dean? Please," asked Sam.

"I'll be here, Sammy. Don't you worry about Dean," whispered Alex.

Sam sighed, but nodded towards her. He stopped in front of her and pulled her in for a hug. He kissed the side of her head and apologized for arguing with Dean. She nodded into his chest, acknowledging the apology, and he headed for the door after letting her go. Dean watched the tender moment, but his expression stayed the same as he watched Sam leave the motel room. His face was a hard, expressionless mask as he shook his head and sat down at the table. Alex sat down on her bed and looked at her brother, sighing.

Alex jumped as Dean's cell phone rang. She sat up and walked over to Dean, who was still sitting at the table. He flipped his phone open and held it to his ear.

"Dad?"

"Dean."

"Where's the demon?" asked Dean.

Alex took in a deep breath.

A few minutes later, Dean hung up the phone. He stood up and grabbed his jacket, heading for the door.

"Dean," began Alex, but Dean cut her off.

"Alex, don't start. Just please, let me do this," pleaded Dean.

"Dean, I don't think it's Dad," said Alex.

Dean looked at her.

"Alex, I have to do this. Nothing's gonna stop me," said Dean.

She sighed as he pulled her to him. He roughly kissed her forehead before heading out the door. Alex cursed under her breath and grabbed her phone, calling Sam.

Dean parked the Impala on an empty street, walking to the back of the car and opening the trunk. He pulled out one of his large duffel bags and lugged it onto his shoulder, slamming the trunk closed.

Sam rushed down the stairs of Lanie's house, telling her not to answer the phone or use her computer. As he was walking down the stairs, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and cursed when he saw that it was Alex. He answered it quickly.

"Sammy, I don't know what to do, I have no clue where he is. I'm sorry," cried Alex.

"Alex, calm down. I'll be back as soon as I can, alright? Just try your best to figure out where he went."

Sam hung up his phone and stuck it back in his jacket pocket, looking back at Lanie.

"Where's Simon?" asked Lanie.

She looked at Sam, asking if he had seen her little brother. Sam's eyes widened and so did Lanie's.

Dean walked into an empty house, shutting the door behind him as he walked forward. He looked around, hearing a creak from up the stairs.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice deep.

No one responded, so he set his duffel bag down, getting straight to work. He pulled out a huge water jug that was full of water and placed a rosary inside the water, swirling it around gently. He set that off to the side of him and then grabbed an orange spray paint can from the duffel bag. He flipped the rug up in front of him and began spray-painting a Devil's Trap underneath the rug, so it wouldn't be easily seen. Once the trap was painted onto the hardwood floor, he glanced behind him to make sure no one was there.

Sam saw Simon about to step into the street, a huge yellow semi-truck only a couple feet away from hitting Simon. Sam rushed out into the middle of the street, grabbed Simon around the waist, and quickly spun around, falling to the median in the middle of the street as the truck blew past them, laying on his horn and glaring at them as he passed by. Sam was breathing heavily from his run and Simon looked up at him.

"Dean, it's not Dad," said Sam.

Sam and Alex were in Sam's rental car, Sam now on the phone with Dean as he drove.

"Then what is it?" asked Dean.

"A Crocata."

"Is that a sandwich?"

"It's some kind of scavenger, mimics loved ones and whispers, 'Come to me.' It lures you into the dark and then it swallows your soul."

Alex looked disgusted.

"Ugh, eww," she whispered.

"Crocata, right. Damn, that makes sense," said Dean.

"Dean, look, I'm sorry, man. I know-"

"Hey, don't these things live in filth?" asked Alex, interrupting Sam's conversation with Dean.

"Dean, hold on," said Sam into his cell phone.

He held the phone away from his ear as Alex asked him a question.

"What'd you ask?"

"I asked if these things live in filth," repeated Alex.

Sam nodded.

"Yep."

"Sammy, the flies in the phone company basement," said Alex.

Realization dawned on Sam's face.

"Dean, we know where it is. We're headed there now," said Sam, pulling his phone back up to his ear.

He hung up his phone after Dean had replied and threw it in one of the rental car's cup holders. He stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating the vehicle.

Sam led the way down a ramp as they walked beside the phone company's building. Alex was beside him as they stopped and peeked into a covered grate, slats covering the window. The Indian man, Stewey, sat at his computer, staring at his computer screens with his back turned to them. A noise sounded from above them, so Sam and Alex both looked up and over. They saw nothing, but when they looked back into the room where Stewey was sitting, they saw him walking towards the exit. Sam quickly ushered Alex up the ramp and they hid behind one of the many vans out front of the building as Stewey walked outside. Sam was calling Dean, but Dean's voicemail picked up.

"Dean, we're in the parking lot, he's here. Hurry," whispered Sam.

Sam nodded towards Alex as he walked around the other side of the van. They watched as Stewey began unlocking his car. Sam rushed out from behind the van and slammed Stewey into his vehicle. Stewey cried out in pain as he was slammed forcefully into the side of his own car, Sam holding a knife up to his neck.

"Ow, what the hell?" cried out Stewey.

"We know what you are," said Sam.

"And we know how to kill you," threw in Alex, standing beside Sam.

"Wait, wait. If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something, I can fix that," pleaded Stewey.

Sam's glare changed to a mask of confusion as he looked back at Alex. She shrugged and Sam turned back to Stewey. Suddenly, the bald man who had led them down to Stewey a few days earlier, Clark, appeared behind Alex. She heard him breathing and turned just in time for him to smile at her evilly. He brought a baseball bat up and hit her in the side of the head, knocking her unconscious.

"Alex!" cried Sam, letting go of Stewey.

He glared at the man and the man smirked at him. He brought his baseball bat up once again and hit Sam in the head as well, knocking him down to the ground next to Alex's unconscious form.

Sam awoke to the sounds of someone whimpering and Alex whispering his name. His hands were tied behind his back and he lifted his head slowly. Alex was sitting to the right of him, blood caked in her blonde hair from the wound on her head. Stewey was whimpering to Clark as Clark walked behind him, smirking. Sam saw a small knife in Clark's hands as he grabbed one of Stewey's shoulders, getting ready to kill him.

"Wait, wait!" cried Sam.

"You're awake," said Clark.

He reached down with his knife and pressed it onto Stewey's leg. Sam and Alex flinched, but Clark didn't do anything to Stewey yet.

"Just let him go," pleaded Alex, struggling to break free.

"I would. I really would. If only I'd had more than a salad for lunch," said Clark.

Clark raised his arm up high into the air, his hand clutched around the blade.

"But you see, I'm starving," finished Clark.

"No!" cried out Sam and Alex, as Clark brought down his arm, stabbing Stewey straight into the middle of his heart.

Stewey's head lolled forward as blood dripped from his mouth. Clark smirked and Alex grimaced as Clark opened his mouth wider, revealing a scary set of sharp and long teeth. His mouth was very large as he spun Stewey's chair around to face him. Alex and Sam briefly looked away as Clark leaned forward and sucked the soul from Stewey's body. Once he was finished, he closed his insanely large mouth, made a disgustingly emphasized swallowing sound, and wiped his chin off with the side of his arm. Clark cracked his neck in a way that was not human and smirked at the two twin siblings.

"You know, some calls I make, some calls I take. But you have to admit, I had you guys fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap."

Clark chuckled, pointing a finger at them as he did so. He walked over to a blinking box, where all of the phone wires were held. He put his hands up to the box and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and looking at Sam and Alex.

"What are you doing?" asked Sam.

"I'm killing your brother. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes," said Clark.

Once he was finished with the telephone box, he walked back over to Stewey and pulled the bloody knife from Stewey's chest.

"You know, mimicking our dad. That's one hell of a trick," said Sam.

Clark smiled at Sam, pushing Stewey's chair away from them. Alex watched as Clark walked over to Sam, holding the bloody knife above Sam's chest as he spoke to him. Alex's wrists were bloody from trying to free herself, but she was getting much closer. She knew Sam had also been trying to free himself as well.

"But Dean's not gonna fall for this," said Alex, smirking at Clark.

"Yeah, he's not gonna kill that guy," chimed in Sam.

"Then the guy kills him," answered Clark, a smug smile on his face.

Dean waited around the corner of the foyer as he heard a car pull into the driveway. He opened the jug of holy water. After a few minutes, he didn't hear any footsteps, so he ventured away from the wall. He had just stepped into the middle of the hallway when a man came bursting into the house through the back door, his shotgun aimed at Dean. He shot it off and Dean quickly ducked, his jig of holy water flying all over the stairs as he let go of it. He fell into a corner of the room as the man reloaded his shotgun. Dean looked at the holy water dribbling down the stairs and took a gamble. He ran straight towards the man, knocking him into the wall and causing his gun to go falling to the floorboards. Dean landed a punch on the man's jaw, cheek, and head before kneeing him in the stomach as well. Dean ran over to the fallen shotgun, but just as he went to grab it, the man tackled him over onto the kitchen table. The man began punching Dean in the face repeatedly until Dean grabbed a hold of the man's upper arms. Dean sat up, still holding the man's upper arms, and head-butted the man, directly in the forehead. Once the man was on the ground, Dean continued kicking him in the stomach.

"You know, technology makes my life so much easier," said Clark.

He walked over to Alex and placed the bloody knife at her left temple, brushing a fallen strand of her hair back into its rightful place behind her ear. Alex flinched away from his touch and Clark just smirked.

"Used to be I'd have to hide in the woods. It would be days, weeks. Whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community. They all looked out after each other. I mean, I'd be lucky to eat maybe one, two souls a whole year. But now, when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call. You're all so connected, but you've also never been so alone," smirked Clark.

He stopped in front of Alex, his mouth opening to suck out her soul, when Alex finally broke free of her bonds. She tackled Clark to the ground, the knife falling from within his grasp as she tackled him. Sam still struggled with his bonds as he watched Clark throw Alex over against the wall. Clark picked up his knife quickly and lunged towards Alex.

Dean tackled the man through a set of glass doors leading into a larger, nicer dining room. He grabbed the man's pistol from the man's waistband and unloaded it, kicking the ammunition to one side and the gun all the way on the other side. The man was on his hands and knees on top of the rug. Dean flipped a corner of the rug up, revealing the Devil's Trap he had painted underneath it. The man looked at the trap curiously, confused. Dean pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, the one that had the exorcism written on it.

"What is this?" asked the man.

"Your funeral," answered Dean.

The man stood up as straight as he could manage as Dean held the paper out in front of him, beginning to speak the Latin fluently. The man looked down at the trap one more time before stepping over the orange lines. Dean held the paper down to his side as the man stood only a few steps in front of him now.

"Did you do this to my daughter too?" asked the man.

"How the hell'd you get out?" asked Dean, staring at the man in complete shock.

"Did you do this to my daughter too?" yelled the man, the blood pouring from his broken nose and his mouth all kinds of bloody as well.

"Wait a minute, this is one huge mistake," cried out Dean.

"You killed her. You killed her!" whispered the man.

He grabbed Dean and began shoving him backwards, back into the living room.

"Wait, wait!" cried Dean.

Sam had grabbed Clark just as he had lunged for Alex, having finally broken free of his bonds. Sam was struggling to keep Clark's knife away from his as Clark pushed forward. Clark used his other, free hand and swung it around, punching Sam in the jaw. Alex cried out and lunged towards Clark. She jumped on his back and grabbed him around the neck, giving Sam enough time to catch his breath and regain his balance. Clark threw Alex off of him easily and Alex fell to the ground a few feet away from Clark and Sam. Clark and Sam were at a standoff now, Sam with his fists raised to defend himself and Clark with his knife. Clark ran for Sam and Sam deflected Clark's attack. Sam gained somewhat of an upper hand and backed Clark up, holding onto Clark's wrist that held the knife. Alex watched as Sam kept backing Clark up into a bulletin board. This bulletin board had some sort of metal poles sticking out from it. Just as Clark's head became close enough to one of the metal sticks, Sam gained the upper hand. He deflected Clark's knife hand and punched Clark in the face, causing him to fall backwards and impale himself on one of the metal poles. Blood spurted onto the metal stick and all over the bulletin board. A dribble of blood came out of Clark's mouth as Sam exhaled heavily, exerted from the fight he had just had.

The man was on top of Dean, punching him in the face as he yelled at him.

"She was nine years old!" he cried, landing a punch onto Dean's jaw.

"Stop! I didn't kill your little girl!" yelled Dean, trying to deflect the man's many punches to his face and torso.

Dean managed to turn himself around somewhat and grabbed the man's abandoned shotgun from beside him on the floor. He used it and shoved the butt of the shotgun into the man's face, knocking him backwards and onto his ass.

"You gotta believe me!" cried Dean.

He stood up with the shotgun still in his hands and the man looked up at him, tears beginning to form in his eyes and his face looking defeated.

"I don't know what in the hell I'm doing here, but I definitely did not kill your daughter," said Dean, staring down at the defeated man.

He threw the gun down beside the man and walked out of the man's old house.

Dean was in the bathroom, groaning and holding a slightly wet towel up to his face as he heard the motel room door open and close once. He waited, listening, as Sam and Alex came and stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Sam gave him a look and Dean smirked.

"I see they improved your face," said Dean, motioning to the cut on one of Sam's cheeks.

Sam scoffed briefly.

"Yeah, right back at you," he said.

Dean slightly nodded and threw his somewhat bloody towel down into the white sink, walking past Sam and Alex and back into the actual motel room.

"So a Crocata, huh?" asked Dean.

Sam and Alex sighed.

"Yep," answered Alex.

"Well, that would explain the flies," said Dean.

Sam's eyebrows rose.

"Yeah, it definitely would."

The three of them sat down on the edge of their beds.

"Hey, um. Look, I'm sorry it wasn't Dad," said Sam, looking at his older brother.

Dean smirked.

"Yeah, well. I gave you one hell of a time on this one. Look, you were both right. I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way out of this. I mean, I'm staring down the barrel of this thing. You know, hell. For real, forever, and I, I'm just… I'm scared, guys. I'm really terrified and scared," whispered Dean.

"We know," whispered Alex.

"The only person that can get me out of this thing now is me," said Dean.

"And me," said Sam.

"Me too," said Alex.

Dean looked over at the both of them.

"And me? Me too?" he asked.

The twins looked at him, confused.

"What?" both Sam and Alex asked him.

"I'm having a deep revelation over here and the only responses you two can come up with are 'And me' and 'Me too?' Really?" asked Dean, his tone joking.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Princess," she said, flopping back down on the bed she shared with Sam.

"Do you want a poem or what?" asked Sam, smirking.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, man. The moment's gone."

Dean grabbed the TV remote and flipped on the power button. Noises from some old, black and white TV movie filled the previously silent room, and Alex watched Dean hand Sam a beer. She sighed in contentment for now, but knew that Dean's time was cutting it close and that soon, he would be long gone.

A few short days later, Alex stood next to Sam as Dean threw a bucketful of holy water onto a man, who screamed as the demon possessing his body was harmed by the holy water.

"You ready to talk?" yelled Dean.

The man groaned once more.

"I don't know. I don't know anything."

Dean smirked.

"Oh, did you two hear that? He doesn't know anything, apparently."

"Yeah, we heard," said Sam.

"I'm telling you the truth," said the man, looking over at Dean.

"Oh, you are? My God, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you," said Dean.

He stepped over to the man, grabbed his chin with his free hand, and poured the remainder of the holy water directly into the man's open mouth. The man screamed in absolute agony.

"I'm gonna ask you one last time. Who holds my contract?" yelled Dean.

The man looked up at them, his eyes as black as night with an absolutely evil smile on his face. He chuckled and the three siblings looked at him curiously.

"Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over," said the demon, his eyes going back to a normal, human color.

Dean leaned forward, putting his hands on the armrests of the man's chair. He was only inches away from the man's face, his eyes full of absolute and complete hatred.

"I want a name. Or els-"

"Or what? Hmm? You gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please, that's like a flea bite compared to what's coming for me if I tell you shit."

Dean stood up and backed away from the man.

"I mean, you can do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket," finished the man.

Dean looked at the man for a few seconds longer before glancing over at Alex and Sam. Sam looked at Alex as well and she sighed. She stared at the demon as she began speaking Latin, the exorcism just flowing off of her tongue as if she had been speaking it all of her life. Dean walked in a circle around the man as his body began flailing around. Dean finally made his way behind Alex as she finished the exorcism, sending the demon straight back to hell.

"And you ran the prints twice? You're sure?" asked Sam.

He was on the phone, Alex curled up into an armchair as she watched Sam pace around the room. As Sam's conversation began coming to a close, Alex heard the front door open and then close, knowing Dean would walk into the room any second now.

"Okay. Thanks, yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant," finished Sam.

He watched as Dean entered the room and he hung up his cell phone, sliding it back into his pocket.

"Bury the body?" asked Alex.

"Yeah, poor schmuck. It's like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks," answered Dean.

He grabbed a beer, popped the cap off of it, and walked over to sit on the small loveseat next to Alex's armchair. He groaned as he sat down and took a pull from his beer.

"What was that phone call about?" he asked, looking over at Sam.

"Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" asked Sam.

"Um, stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" questioned Dean.

Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"No, Dean, the other thing," she said.

Dean nodded.

"Right. A dude walks into the ER, keels over dead, and his stomach's ripped out," stated Dean.

Sam leaned against the fireplace against one wall of the small living room.

"His liver, actually, but, yes. Well, I just found out something pretty damn interesting," said Sam.

"What?" asked Alex and Dean.

"The dead body? Covered in bloody fingerprints, but not the victim's," said Sam.

Dean looked at him questioningly, but Alex shivered with a groan of disgust as she wrinkled her nose.

"Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981," finished Sam.

Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Really? So, what are we talking, uh, the walking dead? The walking, killing dead?"

"Maybe," said Sam, shrugging.

"Eww, zombies," muttered Alex.

"Yes, zombies. Sounds great to me!" said Dean, standing up from his seat on the couch.

About a day later, the siblings were talking to the coroner who had completed the final examination of the victim's body a day earlier.

"Yep, the rest of the body was intact, the liver was the only organ missing," answered the coroner.

"Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks?" asked Dean.

The coroner gave all of them a very strange look.

"Can I see your badges?" he asked them, after a short pause.

"Of course. Sure," said Sam.

They all showed him their badges and the older gentleman sniffed as he looked at the badges.

"Fine. So you're cops and morons," he said, still staring at the three of them.

"Um, excuse me?" asked Alex, her eyebrows raised.

"No, no, we're very intelligent," said Dean, stuffing his badge back into his jacket pocket.

"The liver was not ripped out," said the coroner, beginning to walk towards the back of the hospital morgue.

The siblings followed him quickly as he opened the last slot's door, pulling out the silver sliding table that held the corpse. The corpse was still covered by a clean, white sheet until the coroner lifted it up to reveal the incision on the corpse's right side.

"It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel."

He looked at the three siblings as they stared at the incision on the dead man's body, all of them raising their eyebrows in slight shock.

"Didn't you read my report?" he asked with a smug smile on his face.

"Well, of course we did," scoffed Alex.

"Yep, it was really riveting. Just a real page turner. Absolutely delightful," said Dean, smiling and chuckling.

"Are you finished?" asked the coroner.

"I think so," said Dean, his smile fading.

"Then please, go away."

"Sure," said Sam.

"No problem," said Alex.

They turned and walked out of the morgue, the coroner pushing the corpse back into its compartment as they left.

"Well, I don't think this is zombies anymore. This is more like organ theft. And there's a man missing one of his kidneys right upstairs," said Alex, as they left the morgue and walked down a hallway.

She skipped ahead of her brothers slightly and Dean chuckled as he watched her walk away and head upstairs. Sam chuckled too.

"Damn, she's pretty good at this, Sammy."

"Yeah, I know. You taught her well. You taught both of us well," said Sam.

He smiled at his older brother, patting him on the shoulder gently. Dean smirked and they followed Alex up the stairs to the second floor.

"Sir, what's the last thing you remember?" asked Sam.

"Feeding my meter," said the man.

He was very snarky towards them and Alex sighed.

"I was jumped from behind and then I wake up, strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could ever possibly imagine, only ten times worse. And then I blacked out again, thank the Lord. And then I wake up, screaming, in some no tell motel in a bathtub full of ice!" answered the man, sighing once he was finished telling his story.

"Um, do you remember anything about the surgery, sir? What the guy looked like, any small details about the room?" asked Alex.

"Um, let me think about that. Yeah, one thing is coming back to me. You know what, I remember getting my kidney cut out of my body!"

The man glared at Alex and Dean glared at him as well, warning him with his eyes.

"Well, thanks for your time, sir," said Sam.

He put away his small spiral notebook and he followed his siblings out of the man's hospital room.

Back in the motel room, Sam was on his laptop, Dean was chowing down on a hamburger, and Alex was sitting at the table with them, her legs crossed underneath her as she flipped through some pages about demons, trying to save Dean from his deal.

"So I think I've got a theory," said Sam, scrolling down one internet page.

"Yeah?" asked Dean, never taking his eyes off of his hamburger.

"Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggles' doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk," said Sam.

"That's really weird," said Alex.

"Yeah, well, nowadays it is," said Sam.

He turned the computer screen towards Dean and Alex before he finished talking.

"Silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early nineteenth century. But it was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections, the death rate was insane."

"Good times," said Alex, scrolling through the many pictures located on the website they were on.

"Right. So doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots," said Sam.

Dean and Alex both looked disgusted, Dean with a huge mouthful of hamburger meat in his mouth.

"Dude. I'm eating," said Dean, holding up his hamburger to Sam.

"Yeah, well, it actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue and then they leave good tissue. But get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots," said Sam.

"Dude. I'm eating," repeated Dean, now glaring at Sam.

Alex looked disgusted as she glanced at Dean's hamburger.

"Alright, so, let me get this straight. So people are getting killed, some organ theft, a little antique old surgery. So why does this all sound familiar?" asked Dean, taking a drink from his chocolate milkshake.

Dean's face turned to one of profuse thought as he tried to figure out why this story was so familiar. Alex quickly grabbed his milkshake from beside his elbow and took a large gulp from it before Dean could notice. Sam shook his head, laughing and smiling as he watched Alex place the milkshake back down next to Dean's arm, who was still thinking deeply about the familiar story.

"It sounds familiar because you've heard it before. When you were a kid. From Dad," said Sam.

Sam brought their father's journal into his grasp from the middle of the table and began flipping through it. Once he had found the page he was looking for, he placed the journal on top of the laptop, causing the laptop's lid to slam closed as the journal now rested on top of it.

"Doc Benton. Real life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant. And obsessed with alchemy. Especially, how to live forever," said Sam.

"Oh, yeah, I remember this," said Alex, looking through the pages of her father's journal with Dean.

Sam nodded.

"Yep! So in 1816, Doc abandons his practice…" Sam trailed off.

"Right, yeah. Nobody hears from him for, like, 20 years, and then, all of a sudden, people start showing up dead," finished Alex.

"Dead or missing an organ or a hand or some other kind of part," said Dean.

"Because whatever he was doing, it was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, and then he would replace them," said Alex.

"But I thought Dad hunted him down and pulled his heart out?" asked Dean, looking over at Sam.

"Yeah, I guess the doc must have plugged in a new one," shrugged Sam.

Dean set the journal back down on the top of the table and picked up his hamburger once again.

"Alright, so. Where's he doing the deed?" he asked.

"Um, well, according to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forests, with access to a river or a stream. Some kind of fresh water," answered Sam, looking back into their father's journal to answer Dean's questions.

"Why?" asked Dean, around his large mouthful of food.

"Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter," said Sam, laughing as Dean hardly managed to swallow the food he had in his mouth.

"You lost your appetite yet?" asked Alex, smirking over at him.

Dead gagged slightly for a few brief seconds, but then he picked up his hamburger once again and took a large bite out of it, smirking around the food at Sam and Alex. Sam shook his head, smiling at his older brother's antics, while Alex smacked the back of Dean's head gently, laughing as well.

Dean, Alex, and Sam were kneeling down in front of one of their beds, Sam pointing to an area of a local map that he had circled profusely.

"These are old hunting cabins. They've been abandoned for years," said Sam.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for?" asked Dean, looking over at his brother.

As Sam looked back at Dean, Dean's cell phone rang. It vibrated loudly against the table that it was resting on. Dean stood up from his kneeling position quickly and grabbed his cell phone. He checked the caller ID before answering, flipping the phone open and holding it up to his ear.

"Bobby?" asked Dean.

"Hey. I think I've finally got a lead on Bella," answered Bobby in response to Dean.

"I'm listening."

"Rufus Turner. He's a hunter, well, he used to be. But now he's more of a hermit, mostly. Does a little selling on the side, but anyway. I put the word out on Bella months ago. He just called and said a woman got in touch wanting to buy some things," said Bobby.

"And he thinks it's Bella?" asked Dean.

"Pretty sure thing. Went by the name of Mina Chandler."

"She's used that before. Well, that's kind of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends?"

"Friends? I haven't laid eyes on the man in upwards of 15 years. He's certainly not the Christmas card type. I doubt that she knows I know him, honestly. Canin, Vermont," finished Bobby.

"Thanks, Bobby, we're on our way," said Dean.

"One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue."

"Okay?"

Dean listened as Bobby hung up from their call and he shook his head as he glanced at his phone for a brief second before closing it and throwing it back down onto the table. He grabbed a duffel bag and began stuffing his clothes into it as he glanced back at his siblings.

"Come on, we're going after Bella," said Dean.

"Um, what? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on just a second," said Sam.

"Come on, get your stuff together," said Dean, throwing a large pile of his clothes into his duffel bag.

"Look, I think maybe we should stay here and finish this case," argued Sam.

Dean chuckled, looking at Sam and Alex as he shrugged on his jacket.

"What, are you insane?"

"Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt, that was months ago. She probably sold it the second she got it," said Sam.

Dean stopped for a second, but then he continued moving around the room, collecting his stuff.

"Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win."

"Dean-" began Sam.

"Sam, we're going."

Alex sighed and crossed her arms across her chest.

"No," she whispered.

Dean stopped what he was doing and looked at her, his eyebrows raised. Sam stared at her as well, taken off guard that she was standing up to Dean.

"Why the hell not?" yelled Dean.

"Dean, this. This here, now. This is what's gonna save you," said Sam.

"What, chasing some Frankenstein?"

"No. Chasing immortality," said Alex.

Dean looked taken aback, so Sam continued on explaining, a gleam in his eyes now.

"Look, Alex and I already discussed this and we agree. We're on the same page. Benton can't die. If we find out how he did it, we can do it to you!"

"What in the hell are you talking about?" asked Dean.

"You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die…" trailed off Alex, taking her bottom lip in between her front teeth as she stared at her oldest brother.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second. Did… did you guys know that this was Doc Benton from the jump?" asked Dean, stepping closer to the two of them with every single word he spoke.

Alex looked down at the floor and Sam briefly hesitated before answering.

"No," he said.

Dean stared at them and Sam sighed in defeat.

"Look, we were both hoping-"

"So the whole zombie thing, you guys were just lying to me?"

"Neither one of us wanted to say anything until we were sure, Dean. All we're trying to do is find an answer here," said Alex.

"No, no. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHacky over here. And to kill him? No, you just wanna buy him a freaking beer, you want to study him," argued Dean.

"We were just trying to help," whispered Alex, looking back down at the floor once again.

"Well, neither one of you were fucking helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, Sam, you die. Then we would both leave Alex alone in this world with no one to fucking turn to! No, it's just like Bobby's been saying. We kill the demon who holds this contract. It's our best bet," said Dean.

He walked back over to his bed and grabbed his things, glaring at the both of them. They all stayed silent until Dean zipped up his duffel bags.

"So are you two coming or not?" he asked them.

Sam looked at Alex.

"No. We're staying here," answered Sam.

Dean stared at them.

"No. You're not. 'Cause I'm not letting either one of you walk out into the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak!" yelled Dean.

Sam chuckled and placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh, you're not gonna let me? How are you gonna stop me?"

Dean sighed and walked away from them, grabbing his duffel bags from off of his bed.

"Well, I'm going. So if you guys are gonna stay, stay."

Sam nodded and Alex looked at him sadly. Dean nodded at the both of them one last time before slinging his duffel bags onto his shoulders. He brushed past Sam without looking at him, but stopped and took a quick glance at Alex. He walked past her without doing or saying anything. He opened the door and paused in the doorway, turning to look back at them.

"Sammy, Alex. Please be careful," he warned them.

"You too," whispered Sam, nodding at him.

Dean stared at them for a moment longer and then he grabbed the doorknob, shutting the door behind him as he left. Sam sighed and glanced at Alex, who was holding back tears as she looked up at her twin brother. Sam looked at her sadly and pulled her into his chest.

A few hours later, Sam put the Jeep he and Alex had rented into park. They were in the middle of the woods and Sam took out the map they had been looking at earlier when Dean was still around. He and Alex climbed out of the car, Sam holding the map and Alex holding her flashlight as they began walking through the woods. Sam clicked the remote, locking the car as he and Alex took off into the woods.

As night began to fall, Sam and Alex entered a very old, abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. The wooden door creaked open as Sam pushed it open and Alex followed him inside of the cabin. They walked through the small room, flipping through open books that were out on small end tables and shining their flashlights in every corner of the room. Sam found a desk in the corner of the room and saw a small, red leather bound book. The symbol on the front was the symbol for alchemy, so Sam quickly grabbed the book and stuffed it into his jacket. He looked over at Alex, who was standing in one corner of the room, looking down at the floorboards with her head cocked to the side curiously. Sam walked over to her and stood beside her.

"Hmm, I wonder what it is," said Alex.

"Well, we might as well find out," suggested Sam.

"Let's do it," said Alex.

Sam crouched down and pulled open the door, revealing a wooden set of stairs. Spider webs and cobwebs adorned the sides of the stairs as Sam led the way down the creaky, rickety old stairs, Alex following right behind him. Sam stopped on the third step from the top shining his light down into the room, crouching down in hopes to see what was actually down there before he continued. He kept walking after a few seconds, being very cautious as he walked. He reached the landing and helped Alex step down onto the cement floor. They looked ahead and Alex turned away, hiding her head into Sam's chest as she saw a dead man, covered in blood, lying on a rolling gurney table. Sam held her for a minute or two until she had calmed down, taking deep breaths so she could move forward into the room. Sam and Alex walked over to the body, Sam reaching out and holding two fingers up to the man's neck once they were close enough to touch him. His body was as cold as ice and Sam shook his head when his fingers touched the man's cold, dead skin. Sam took in a deep breath as he looked towards the wall on the other side of the room. Alex was huddled close to his side as they walked forward. A window was boarded up very crudely, some moonlight managing to shine through the slats of wood very easily. Pictures adorned the walls, some of faces and some neither Sam nor Alex could make out. As Sam continued looking at the pictures, Alex looked off into the corner of the room and saw another body there. This body looked alive and Alex swore she heard an intake of breath from the person.

"Sammy, over there," whispered Alex.

Sam looked away from the wall of pictures, so he and Alex slowly made their way over to a woman, who was lying on a silver gurney similar to the one they had just previously seen on the other side of the room. Alex groaned gently with disgust as she glanced at the woman's forearm. Blood was covering her forearm, maggots crawling all over her bloodied arm. Alex held back the bile she wanted to expel at the sight of this woman's arm. As Sam leaned over the woman, ready to reach out and check her pulse, the woman's eyes popped open and she gasped for breath. Her eyes were wide as she looked over at Alex and Sam. Sam put a hand to the woman's hair and held a finger up to his lips.

"Shh, shh, shh, okay? I'm gonna help you, we're gonna help you," whispered Sam.

He and Alex began looking around and Alex grabbed a white, dingy towel off of some sort of tray/table looking thing. She handed it to Sam, who gently set it down on the woman's arm. The woman squealed quietly in pain and Alex flinched for the poor girl.

"Shh, shh, I'm sorry," whispered Sam.

Both Alex and Sam froze as they heard the doors creak from upstairs and they knew Doctor Benton must have come back then.

"Shh, shh," pleaded Sam, looking at the struggling woman.

"Sammy, we've gotta move her. Now," whispered Alex.

Sam nodded and he and Alex worked together quickly to unchain and untie the poor woman. They got her off of the table she was resting on and Sam picked her up in his arms, bridal style. Alex listened as the floorboards creaked above her, indicating that the doctor was, in fact, home and was walking directly above them. Alex pulled the almost rotted wood off of the window downstairs and quickly climbed out of it. Sam handed her the woman, who managed to climb out herself, with some of Alex's help. The woman whimpered as Sam launched himself out of the room and through the window. Once they were all safely outside of the house, Sam grabbed the woman and pulled her back up into his arms. They all ran for the Jeep, Sam unlocking the doors as they approached. He ran over to the passenger side and Alex opened the door, watching as Sam put the whimpering woman into the passenger seat. She groaned even more as the pain from her arm worsened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," chanted Sam.

Alex climbed into the backseat of the Jeep as Sam dashed over to the passenger seat. The woman fell over, her head resting slightly on Sam's chest, as Sam stuck the key in the ignition, starting the car.

"It's starting, it's starting," he whispered to the woman.

As he reached over to put the car into drive, his window was shattered by Dr. Benton. Alex screamed in terror as the woman in the passenger seat shrieked along with her. Dr. Benton grabbed the back of Sam's head and slammed it into his steering wheel two times. Sam managed to grab the gearshift and shifted the car into reverse. Dr. Benson slid across the hood, but fell off as Sam reversed his vehicle. The doctor was lying on the dead grass a few feet in front of the vehicle, the headlights shining onto his hideous features. Sam stared the man down and then pushed the gearshift into drive. He accelerated and ran over Dr. Benton as he drove out of the woods as fast as his car would allow him to.

Dean grabbed Bella from behind as soon as she walked into her own motel room. He slammed her up against the wall beside the door, his arm holding her in place as he rested it on the top of her chest, right along her collarbone. His gun was aimed directly into her face.

"Where's the Colt?" he growled out.

"Dean," said Bella.

"No extra words."

Bella sighed.

"It's long gone. Across the world by now," answered Bella.

Dean took his arm away from her chest. He flipped on the lights using the top of his gun and pulled Bella close to him.

"What in the hell are you doing?" she asked him, their faces only inches apart.

"Don't flatter yourself," said Dean, holding up the gun he had just removed from her waistband.

"Don't move," said Dean, pointing his gun at her with his eyebrows raised.

He began pulling out the drawers of her dresser, looking for the Colt.

"I told you already, I don't have it!" argued Bella.

"Oh, yeah, 'cause I'm really gonna believe your word."

Dean moved away from the dresser against the wall and began rummaging through the ones by her bed. As he wasn't looking, Bella slid against the wall and over to the door, reaching for the handle inconspicuously. As she tried to grab for the handle, a shot was blasted through the door directly above her head and to the left. She gasped and looked back at the hole that was now in the door right above her head.

"Don't move," repeated Dean, holding up his gun that he had just shot off above her head.

Bella took in a few deep breaths to catch her breath and she looked over at Dean, flipping a few strands of hair behind her shoulders and sighing as she looked over at him. Dean glared back at her and then turned his attention to her Louis Vuitton suitcase. He lifted it onto the bed and began unzipping it as Bella sighed.

"It's really gone. Get on a plane, if you must. Track down the buyer, you might catch up to him eventually," said Bella.

She watched as Dean sighed and walked over to her, abandoning his search through her luggage and standing directly in front of her. He held his gun up to her forehead and she stared down the barrel of his gun, literally.

"Are you going to kill me? Because you're not really the cold-blooded type," said Bella, calmly.

"What, you mean like you? You know what, that's true. You see, I couldn't imagine killing my own parents," said Dean.

Bella smirked slightly, just a small smile playing on the edge of her pouty lips.

"I have no clue what you're talk-"

"Yes, you do. You were… what, 14? Your folks died in some shady car accident. The police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all way too crispy to tell. So, it's little Bella… oh, I'm sorry, I meant Abby, inheriting millions," said Dean.

"How did you even-"

"That doesn't matter," said Dean, staring at Bella coldly as she looked down at the floor.

Her smirk was long gone, just a sad young woman looking down at the floor. After a few minutes, though, Bella looked back up at Dean, her smirk back once again, in full force.

"They were lovely people. And then I killed them, but I also got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn, honestly. Just like I don't care what in the hell happens to you," said Bella.

Dean lunged at her and pushed her up against the door, her back slamming into it. Bella grunted as her back hit the door. He stared into her cold eyes, the tip of his gun pressed against her chin.

"You make me sick," he told her.

"Likewise," she said in return.

He looked into her eyes one last time before stepping away from her.

"You're not worth it," he said to her.

He shoved her out of his way as he left her motel room, noticing the motel room receipt she held in her hands that she had stolen from within his jacket pocket.

Sam grabbed his cell phone from off of the end table that was resting beside his bed. He checked the caller ID and immediately hit answer.

"Dean," he said.

"Yeah?"

"Did you get the Colt?" asked Sam.

"Well, what do you think?" barked back Dean.

"So does that mean Bella is, uh…?"

"No. She deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't do it."

"Dean."

"I'm really screwed, Sammy."

"No, you're just…"

"But you were right, you know? Bella was a goose chase… The Colt's gone and this time I'm really screwed, Sam."

"Maybe not," said Sam.

He stood up from his seat on the bed as he spoke to Dean on the phone.

"Dean, Alex and I, we, uh, we found Benton's cabin."

"Well, okay. Was he there?" asked Dean.

"Yeah."

"Did you kill him?"

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"Dean, please, just listen for a second. I found his lab book. It has the formula."

"What, the live forever formula?"

"Yeah," said Sam, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Great, let me guess. I've probably gotta drink blood out of a baby's skull or something as equally disgusting, right?" asked Dean.

"No, that's the thing! It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything, it. It's just science, Dean. Very, very, extremely weird science, but…"

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying? You think…?"

"Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I, I mean, I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you," said Sam.

"Um, okay. Okay, so this formula…"

"Right, well, we're not in the clear yet. There's still things that I don't get-"

Sam's phone fell to the floor as Dr. Benton grabbed him from behind, holding a white cloth soaked with chloroform up to Sam's mouth.

"Sam?" asked Dean.

Dean heard Sam's struggle against the doctor through the phone.

"Sammy?" he asked again.

Dean hung up as he realized what was happening and he accelerated the Impala as fast as it would go.

Alex walked back into the motel room. She had been doing laundry when Sam was kidnapped and she had no idea he was even gone. She unlocked the motel room door, carrying her bag of laundry over her shoulder and stepped inside. She looked around, beginning to panic when she saw that Sam wasn't there. She spotted his Blackberry lying beside one of the table legs and she rushed over to it, picking it up.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she yelled.

She took Sam's Blackberry in her hands and used the trackball to scroll through his most recent calls. As she found Dean's number and began to hit redial, the motel room door was kicked open. Alex crawled away from the intruder, taking in a deep breath to prepare for her loud scream, when she looked over and realized it was Dean standing in the doorway and not Doctor Benton. She sighed in relief as Dean took four huge, long strides to get over to her. He yanked her up and into his arms, wrapping his arms around her little frame as she cried sobs of relief. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair as he held her, closing his eyes. He sank down to the floor with her in his lap as he whispered words of encouragement into her ear. He leaned against the end of one of the beds as he sat with Alex.

"Alex, thank God you're alright. I was so worried that he had gotten a hold of you too," whispered Dean.

Alex nodded into his chest and she sat back out of his hold, wiping her tears on the back of her arm and looking directly at his face.

"Dean, we have to go help Sammy. We have to save Sammy right now. C'mon," said Alex.

She stood up and grabbed her jacket from off of one of the many chairs and followed Dean outside to the Impala, directing him to the cabin in the middle of the woods where Benton was located.

Dean and Alex crept downstairs as slowly and as quietly as possible, listening to Dr. Benton speak to Sam. As Dr. Benton leaned over Sam to remove one of his eyeballs, Dean quickly pulled out his gun and shot Dr. Benton three times, straight through the chest. The doctor turned to face the both of them, severely annoyed.

"Shoot all you want," he said.

Dean continued shooting him as Dr. Benton walked closer to him. He didn't even look at Alex as he shoved Dean across the room. Alex ran over to Sam and began helping him get free. Dean fell into a cabinet and a tray full of glass equipment, shattering the glass as he fell in between the cabinet and the tray. The doctor leaned over to Dean, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt as Dean plunged a knife directly into the doctor's heart. The doctor looked down at the knife protruding from his chest. The doctor chuckled and smiled.

"A knife," he laughed.

He stood up from his hunched over position and grabbed the handle of the knife that was still protruding from his chest.

"What part of immortality do you folks not really understand?"

Doctor Benton stood up, still chuckling to himself.

"Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand new one."

"Good. Then it should be pumping nice and strong," said Dean.

He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bottle of chloroform.

"I found this nice little bottle of yours upstairs. I dipped that knife in it right before I came down here. Your heart should be pumping this stuff all throughout your body as we speak."

"No, no," cried the doctor, horrified, as he fell over onto the floor, knocked out cold from the chloroform.

Dean grabbed the doctor and dragged his unconscious body over to the table that Sam had previously been strapped down to. All three of the siblings helped strap him down and then they waited for him to wake up. Doctor Benton stirred after a few moments and he looked over at Dean, who was somewhat leaning over him with a huge smile on his face.

"Please," whispered the doctor.

"What, you've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you have some weird final request? No, so shut up," said Dean.

He grabbed some weird tool, examining it, as Alex and Sam looked on. The doctor continued talking to Dean, trying to reason with him.

"I can read you the formula. You know, immortality, forever young. Never die," whispered Dr. Benton.

"Dean," whispered Sam, looking at his older brother.

"Sam," warned Dean, glaring over at him.

Sam cocked his head over to the side of the room and the siblings left to converse with one another briefly.

"What?" asked Dean, once they were safely away from Dr. Benton.

Sam sighed.

"I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks or needing a new pancreas in like, half a century," reasoned Sam.

"Yeah, but we can't exactly get those at a quickie mart!"

"Yeah, well, it's not perfect, but it certainly buys us more time until there's something better. We just need time, Dean, please, just… just think about it," pleaded Sam.

Dean nodded, looking back towards where the doctor was strapped down. He glanced from Alex to Sam, Alex shaking her head towards him. Dean sighed and looked over at Sam as he gave him his final answer on the matter.

"No."

"Dean. Don't you wanna live?" asked Sam.

"What he is isn't living. Look, this is simple," argued Dean.

"Simple?"

"To me, it is, okay? Black and white, human versus not human. What the doc is, is a freaking monster," said Dean, stepping away from his siblings and back into the room where the doctor was still lying, trapped.

"I can't do it. I would rather go to hell," finished Dean, grabbing the small bottle of chloroform again and pressing it against a small white cloth.

He pressed the cloth to the doctor's face and looked over at his siblings.

"Now, I'm gonna take care of him. So you two can either help me or not," said Dean.

He removed the cloth from the doctor's face once he was fully knocked out. They buried him in a huge metal box that was chained together and threw his book of formulas on top of it. They heard the doctor pleading with them as they buried him, throwing dirt on top of the box that was 12 feet under the ground.

The next night, Dean called their previous motel room phone, knowing Bella would be there by now.

"Hiya, Bella. Here's a fun fact for you, I could feel your hand in my pocket when you tried to swipe my motel room receipt," said Dean, as soon as she had picked up the motel room phone.

"No, no. You don't understand," said Bella.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, I noticed something very interesting in your motel room. Something tucked above the doorframe? An herb? Devil's Shoestring. Well, there's only one use for that. Holding hell hounds at bay. You see, you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your parent's obit. It said that they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work, so you made a deal. Didn't you, Bella? And now, it's come due."

Dean heard Bella's sniffles and tears through the phone as he continued speaking.

"So is that why you stole the Colt? Huh? Trying to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul?"

"Yes," answered Bella, through her tears.

"But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing," said Dean.

"They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam," cried Bella.

"Really? Wow, demons, untrustworthy. Huh, shocker. It's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too. Um, what time is it again? Oh, look at that. Almost midnight," said Dean.

Bella's tears turned into full out sobs as she watched the clock turn from 11:57 to 11:58 PM, sitting on one of the empty motel room beds in the Winchesters' previous motel room from the night before.

"Dean, listen, I need help."

"Sweetheart, we are weeks past help," answered Dean.

"I know I don't deserve it," she cried.

"You know what, you're right, you don't. But you know what the bitch is? If you would've just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could've taken the Colt and saved your sorry ass."

"I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean."

"And who told you about that?"

"The demon that holds it. She holds mine, too. She says she holds every single deal."

"She?" questioned Dean.

"Her name's Lilith," answered Bella.

"Lilith? Why should I believe you, though?" asked Dean, looking over at Sam and Alex, with his eyebrows raised.

Bella shook her head.

"You shouldn't, but it's definitely the truth."

"This can't help you, Bella. Not now, why are you telling me this?"

"Because, just maybe, you can kill the bitch," answered Bella, her tears subsiding as she found some resolve.

Dean paused for a brief second before responding to Bella's comment.

"I'll see you in hell," he said.

He hung up his cell phone and threw it into one of the front cup holders, sighing as he threw it.

Dean woke with a jolt, lifting his head up from the table he was sitting at. He pulled his cheek from the map that he had laid out on the table as Sam and Alex walked into the room, smirking at him.

"Dig up anything good?" asked Sam.

Dean glanced down at the book that was resting in front of him and saw that it was open to a page with a picture of hell hounds staring back at him. He shut the book before looking up at his siblings.

"No, nothing good," said Dean.

"Well, Bobby has. Finally," said Sam, a huge smile on his face as he looked at Dean.

"Yeah, a way to find Lilith!" said Alex.

"Wow. With just, uh, 30 hours to go," smirked Dean.

Alex sighed as she and Sam sat down on either side of Dean at the table.

"Hey, uh, Dean. Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not going to hell. Alex and I aren't gonna let you. I swear. Everything is gonna be okay," promised Sam.

"Yeah. Okay," said Dean in response.

Bobby set a large contraption down over the top of a spread-out map. Candles were spread out all over the table as Sam, Alex, and Dean stood on one side of the table, Bobby standing on the other side. Bobby looked at them all, nodding, as he began speaking Latin, the contraption spinning around slowly in a circle over the top of the map. They watched as the spindle on the end of the contraption stopped over the state of Indiana. Bobby leaned over to read the map.

"New Harmony, Indiana. We have a winner," said Bobby.

"Alright. Let's go," said Sam.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on there, Tex," said Dean.

"What's the problem?" asked Sam.

"The problem? Oh, where do I begin? First of all, we don't know if Lilith actually holds my deal. I mean, we're going off of Bella's intel here. And when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked, okay? Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way of ganking her. And third, Sam, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your head on a pipe? So, should I continue?" asked Dean, looking at Sam.

Bobby chuckled.

"Well, ain't you just bringing down the room?"

"Oh, well, it's a gift," said Dean, smiling sarcastically.

"Look, I'm sorry, but what are we supposed to do then, Dean?" asked Sam.

"Just because I gotta die doesn't mean anyone else has to, okay? Either we go in smart or we're not going in at all!" yelled Dean.

"Okay, fine then. If that's the case, I have the answer," said Sam, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You do?" asked Dean, looking at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, a surefire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get is a bonafide demon killing genius," said Sam.

"Damn it, Sam, no," argued Dean.

He walked away from the table, his backs to all of them, as Sam spoke up.

"Dean, we are so past arguing. I'm summoning Ruby," said Sam.

"The hell you are! We have enough problems as it is!" yelled Dean.

"Exactly!"

Sam walked over to Dean, standing directly in front of him now.

"And we've got no time and no choice, either!"

"C'mon, man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay? She told you that she could save me, huh? Lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith, but forgot to mention, oh, right, Lilith owns my soul!"

"Okay, fine, she's a liar. She's still got that knife!" yelled Sam.

Alex, who was still standing at the table with Bobby, looked at her father figure. Bobby sighed, nodding.

"Dean. Sam and Alex are right," said Bobby.

"No! Damn it!" yelled Dean.

Bobby stared at him, his eyebrows raised. Dean took in a few deep breaths to gather himself before he spoke again.

"Just, no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. If you guys wanna save me, find something else."

Dean went and sat down at a smaller desk in the corner of the room. Bobby grabbed his jacket from beside him and began shrugging it on.

"Where are you going, Bobby?" asked Alex, watching him put on his jacket.

"I guess to… find something else," answered Bobby.

He shrugged and Alex shrugged back at him, sighing. She watched Bobby leave the house, hearing the front door slam closed as he left them alone. Sam closed his eyes, sighing as well.

A few hours later, Alex watched as Sam left the room, knowing he was going to summon Ruby in the abandoned barn out back. She sighed and trudged up the stairs to find Dean, who was sitting in Bobby's study, staring out into nothing. His head snapped over to look at her as she entered the room. She walked over to stand in front of him.

"Sam's out back, summoning Ruby," whispered Alex.

She bit her lip as she looked over at Dean. He sighed and cursed under his breath.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He stood up and grabbed his jacket from off of the chair he had been sitting in. He threw it on and then looked at her, smiling softly.

"Thanks, baby girl."

Alex nodded and he grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him as they headed for the barn out back.

Alex and Dean stood in the shadows as they listened to Ruby. She told Sam that he could save Dean by using his psychic powers. She told him that his powers were only dormant, not officially gone. Dean sighed and nodded at Alex, deciding it was time to make themselves known.

"So that's you, huh? Our slutty little Yoda," said Dean, as he and Alex walked over to join Sam and Ruby.

"Dean," said Ruby, her eyebrows raised.

She looked over at him, her smile huge and fake.

"Charming as ever," she told him.

"Oh, I knew you were bound to show up. 'Cause I knew Sam wouldn't listen. But you're not gonna teach him a damn thing, do you understand me? Over my dead body," threatened Dean, standing directly in front of Ruby now.

"Huh. Well, you're right about that," said Ruby.

"But what you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me or my siblings again, are we clear?"

"Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him and we'd be stupid not to use it. Actually, Alex is too, but Lilith knows that she'll never do anything with it," said Ruby, looking past Dean to glare at Alex for a split second.

"Dean, look. Just hold on-"

"Sam. Don't. C'mon, man, what are you, blind? Can't you see that this is a huge trick?"

"That's not true," said Ruby, but Dean just ignored her.

"She wants you to give in to this whole demonic, psychic whatever, okay? I mean, hell, she probably wants you to become her little, anti-Christ superstar," said Dean.

"I want Lilith dead. That's all," said Ruby.

Dean raised his eyebrows and smiled at her sarcastically.

"Why?" he asked her.

"I've told you why!"

"Oh, right, yeah, because you were human once. And you liked kittens and long walks on the beach," said Dean.

"You know what, I am so sick of proving myself to you. You want to save yourself, this is how, you dumb, spineless, dick," said Ruby.

Dean turned away from Ruby for a split second and looked back at Alex. His eyes widened as he saw her brush past him angrily and throw a hard right punch straight onto Ruby's nose. Ruby's head flew back and Alex went to hit her some more, but Dean grabbed her around the waist, holding her back. Sam looked on in complete disbelief as Ruby glared at Alex, blood all over her hands and her face. Ruby charged toward Alex, but she couldn't move after more than a few seconds. She looked up and saw that she was stuck in a Devil's Trap, prohibiting her from moving. Dean finally let go of Alex's waist and Alex smirked at Ruby, pulling out Ruby's knife from within her grasp.

"Like I said. We knew you'd come," said Dean.

"Wait. You're just gonna leave me here?" asked Ruby.

"Let's go, Sam," said Dean, completely ignoring Ruby's question.

"Oh. Oh, so you're just too stupid to live, is that it?" asked Ruby, watching as Dean began walking up the stairs.

"Then fine! You deserve hell! And I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off of your bones! I wish I could be there to hear you scream!" yelled Ruby, as he disappeared up the stairs, Alex and Sam right behind him.

"Well, I wish you would shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want," muttered Dean.

Dean, Alex, and Sam were gearing up for battle, loading guns and cleaning them as they stood at the kitchen table. Sam sighed as he finished with one gun.

"Are we just gonna let Ruby rot down there?" he asked them.

"Well, yep, Sam. That's the idea," answered Dean, never looking up from his work.

"Dean, what if, uh… What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" asked Sam.

"What, do you think you're gonna give her the Carrie stare and Lilith goes poof?" asked Dean, staring at Sam.

"I don't know. Don't look at me like that. I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her," volunteered Sam.

"Sammy, you wanted the knife and I got you the knife," said Dean, turning away from Sam.

"Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time, Lilith snapped her fingers and put 30 demons on our asses and now all we got is one little knife? Like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all," argued Sam.

"Yeah, well, this ain't smart," said Dean, turning back around to look at Sam.

"We've got one shot at this, Dean, just one. So if there's a surefire way, then maybe we should just talk about it," said Sam.

Alex sighed and bit her lip, hating that they were arguing when they needed to be focused on saving Dean.

"Sam. We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again," said Dean, stepping closer to his brother.

"You said that, but what does that even mean?" asked Sam, shaking his head with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, Dean's deal, and now this? I mean, every single time one of us is up the creek, the others are begging to sell their soul," said Alex, finally speaking up.

Dean nodded.

"That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you definitely know where it's going," said Dean, turning away from Sam once again.

Sam sighed.

"Dean. What are you afraid is gonna happen? This is only me, I can handle it. And if it'll save you…" trailed off Sam, sitting down next to his brother.

"Why even risk it?" asked Dean.

Alex sat down on Dean's other side and answered his question.

"Because you're our brother."

"And because you did the same thing for me," whispered Sam.

Dean scoffed.

"I know. And look how that turned out. Look, all I'm saying…"

Dean trailed off, collecting his thoughts before continuing on.

"Sammy, all I'm saying is you're my weak spot."

Sam looked at him and Dean gave him a gentle half-smile.

"You are. I would do anything to protect you and Alex. And I'm your weak spot, I am."

"We're family," said Sam.

"I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other or how far we'll go, they're using it against all of us," said Dean.

"So, what? We just stop looking out for each other?" asked Alex, somewhat laughing as she spoke.

"No, we stop being martyrs. Man, we stop spreading it for these damn demons. We take this knife," said Dean, grabbing the knife from where it was placed beside him, "and we go after Lilith our way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh, we go down swingin'," said Dean.

He looked between his siblings.

"So, what do you think?"

Sam and Alex looked at each other, exchanging small smirks before Sam spoke up.

"I think you probably should've been jammin' 'Eye of the Tiger' right there."

Dean rolled his eyes and turned around, setting Ruby's knife back down.

"Oh, bite me."

Dean stood up, messing with a few items behind him.

"You know, I totally rehearsed that speech too."

Alex and Sam chuckled, wide grins spreading across their faces.

So, Indiana, huh?" asked Sam, after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, where Lilith is on a short leave," said Alex.

"Yeah, I guess," said Sam, raising his eyebrows.

Dean stopped what he was working on and glanced between his siblings.

"So, tell me something. What does a demon do for fun?" he asked them.

Sam just shrugged, but Alex shivered.

"Ugh. Honestly, I don't think any of us really want to know what fun means for a demon," said Alex.

Dean nodded and began packing up a duffel bag with a multitude of items, preparing for the treacherous task ahead of all of them. Alex exchanged a look of sadness with Sam, knowing Dean's hours were slowly ticking away and they weren't any closer to stopping them.

Dean looked confused as the Impala wouldn't start. He kept turning the key, but nothing was happening. Alex and Sam looked worried, wondering what Dean was going to do when Bobby knocked lightly on Dean's window. He held up a part of the Impala that was missing from under the hood and Dean sighed.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Bobby.

Dean sighed, but opened his door, climbing out of his car along with Alex and Sam. Sam walked over from the passenger side to stand on the other side of Alex, who had Dean on her right side. Bobby stood in front of them all.

"We got the knife," answered Dean, shrugging his shoulders at Bobby.

Bobby nodded, his eyebrows raised.

"And you intend to use it without me? Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?" asked Bobby.

"No, Bobby, of course not," offered Sam.

"This is about me. And Alex and Sam. Okay? This isn't your fight," argued Dean, looking at Bobby.

"The hell it isn't," said Bobby, stepping forward and getting right up into Dean's face. Dean had to step back in order to even keep looking Bobby in the eye.

"Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me," said Bobby, finally stepping back from Dean.

"Bobby," warned Dean.

"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?"

Sam and Alex looked confused, their eyebrows pulling together as they looked from Bobby over to Dean's face. Dean looked at them and shrugged.

"How's you know?" he asked Bobby, looking back at him.

"Because that's what happens when you have hell hounds hunting down your ass. And because I'm smart," answered Bobby.

Dean nodded, looking down at the ground below his feet. Bobby held up the part he had stolen from the Impala and Dean grabbed it from his hands.

"I'll follow," said Bobby, walking away from them and heading for his own vehicle.

Dean glanced at his twin siblings before heading for the hood of the Impala, to quickly put the part back into its place.

"And don't be stopping to pee every 10 minutes, either," called out Bobby, looking over his shoulder at all three of them.

Dean looked back at Alex, who shrugged.

They had been on the road for a few hours. Once night had fallen, Alex had curled up in the backseat. Her shoes were lying on the floor of the car from when she had kicked them off of her tiny feet and her socks were mismatched, one black and the other white. One was Sam's and one was Dean's. Sam's leather jacket was across the top half of her body, covering her arms. She rolled over to face the back of the seats and her breath blew a strand of her hair into face, landing on her cheek. Sam glanced back to see her, chuckling when he saw her mismatched socks and realized they weren't even her own socks. He turned back around to face the front, glancing at Dean as he did so. He sighed and looked out the windshield.

"Hey, Dean?" whispered Sam.

"Yeah?" asked Dean.

"You know, if this doesn't, uh… If this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"

"No, no, no, no, no."

"No what?"

"You're not gonna bust out the misty goodbye speech, okay? I mean, if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward."

Sam sighed and looked out his passenger side window. Dean glanced at his brother and sighed, as well.

"But you know what I do want."

Dean leaned over slightly and switched on the radio. Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" played through the speakers of the car, somewhat quietly so as not to wake up Alex. Dean closed his eyes for a split second, nodding his head to the rhythm of the music. Sam raised his eyebrows and looked over at Dean.

"Bon Jovi?" asked Sam.

"Bon Jovi rocks. On occasion," answered Dean.

Sam scoffed and looked back out his passenger side window. Dean began singing along with the song, loudly and very off key. Alex stirred in the backseat, waking up slightly and she groaned as she heard Dean's awful singing. Dean smacked Sam's shoulder and Sam looked over at him.

"Come on," urged Dean.

Sam looked at him for a few seconds and then joined in, singing the background part as Dean sang the lead vocals. Sam smirked and looked over at his older brother, joining in the main vocals. Alex sat up in the backseat and smirked at her brothers, chiming in with the singing. After the song had ended, they were sitting in comfortable silence when they heard police sirens coming from behind them. Sam looked over at Dean, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"Are we getting pulled over?" asked Sam.

Dean looked in his side-view mirror.

"Ah, I got a busted taillight. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing," said Dean, rolling his eyes as he pulled over on the side of the road.

The cop pulled his car up behind them, shutting off his sirens, but leaving his lights flashing red and blue. Dean shut off his headlights and rolled down his window as Sam reached inside the glove compartment, handing Dean the proof of insurance papers. Dean grabbed the papers from Sam as the officer walked up to his window.

"Problem, Officer?" asked Dean.

"License and registration, please," said the officer, sounding bored.

Dean handed the man the papers and his license.

"You do realize you have a taillight out, Mr… Hagar."

The man looked down at Dean, his flashlight shining off to the side of Dean's window.

"Yes. Yes, sir. Uh, you know I've been meaning to, uh, take care of that. As a matter of fact…"

Dean trailed off and opened his car door quickly, slamming it into the officer's legs. The officer groaned in pain and stumbled backwards as Dean launched himself from the car, punching the officer directly in the face.

"Dean!" yelled Alex and Sam, climbing out of the car quickly.

They ran over to him as he punched and kicked the man all the way back to his police cruiser. Dean pulled Ruby's knife from his waistband and stabbed the man directly in the throat. Bobby pulled up behind the police cruiser and ran over to the siblings, looking down at the dead police officer with wide eyes.

"What the hell happened?" asked Bobby, looking over at Dean.

"Dean just killed a demon," said Alex, her eyes wide, as well.

"How'd you even know?" asked Sam.

"I just knew. I could see its face. His real face, under that one," answered Dean.

About an hour later, they were all stationed in a brand new house, still being built, across from the house where Lilith was staying. Dean watched as a little girl smiled at the adults around here.

"It's the little girl. Her face is awful," whispered Dean.

"Alright, then, let's go. We're wasting time," said Sam, beginning to move towards the door to head downstairs.

"Wait," said Dean, grabbing Sam's arm and spinning him around to face him.

"For what? For her to kill the rest of them?" asked Sam.

"And us too, if we're not careful," said Dean.

He looked back out towards the window and urged Sam to look, as well.

"Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at 9 PM? And Mr. Rogers over there," said Dean, pointing out the neighbor.

"Demons?" asked Alex, looking at the people Dean had pointed out to them.

"Yes," answered Dean.

"Um, okay fine. We ninja past those guys and then sneak in," answered Sam.

"And what, put a Columbia necktie on a three year old girl? C'mon," said Dean, looking at his brother.

"Look, Dean, I know it's awful," said Sam.

"Uh, yeah, you think?"

"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody," said Sam.

"She's gotta be stopped, son," reassured Bobby, from behind Dean.

Dean glanced back at Bobby. He looked at Alex as well, who was biting her lip in nervousness. She nodded slightly and Dean looked back out the window.

"Ah, damn it," said Dean.

Dean knocked a garbage can across the street from where the mailman was standing. He watched as the mailman stopped sorting through the mail and his eyes turned black as he spotted Dean. Dean began running as the mailman chased after him. Dean jumped over a small gate into the backyard of the house they had previously been standing in and he ran around the corner of the house. A few seconds after Dean had run around the corner, the demon mailman followed him and Sam grabbed the man, stabbing him in the stomach with Ruby's knife. The man groaned as Sam stabbed him and Dean covered the man's mouth as he cried out. Sam pulled the knife from the man's stomach and he watched as the life drained from him.

Bobby finished chanting, throwing his rosary into the pipelines of the neighborhood. The rosary floated down the pipes, which Bobby had just turned into holy water.

Sam pulled Ruby's knife from Mr. Rogers, the neighbor demon that Dean had spotted earlier. He wiped the blood off of the knife using his jacket sleeve and Dean grabbed the man's legs, pulling him into his opened garage door. Alex stood beside Sam and she watched as Dean came back over to them, leading the way over to a chain-link fence. As he approached the fence, Ruby came from out of nowhere and threw Dean against the fence, his cheek pressing into the cold metal.

"I'd like my knife back please. Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone," threatened Ruby.

Sam and Alex ran up to them then and Sam grabbed Ruby's shoulder, holding her bloody knife up to her cheek.

"He doesn't have it. So take it easy," said Sam.

Sam pulled Ruby off of Dean and Ruby stepped away from him, leaving Dean free to walk away from the fence and face Ruby.

"How'd the hell you get out?" asked Alex, glaring at Ruby as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What you don't know about me could fill a book," answered Ruby.

Dean stared at her and then his face turned to one of shock.

"Whoa," he said.

"What?" asked Ruby.

"Nothing, I just, it's something I couldn't see before, but you are one ugly broad," said Dean.

Ruby rolled her eyes and looked over at Sam and Alex.

"Sam. Give me the knife before you hurt yourself."

"You'll get it when this is over."

"It's already over. I gave you the way to save Dean and you shot me down, so now, it's too late. He's dead and I'm not gonna let you die too."

"Try and stop me and I'll kill you. Bitch," said Sam.

"Hit me with your best shot, baby," said Ruby, stepping closer to him.

"Whoa, hey, guys. Hey. Have your little catfight later," said Alex, stepping in between the two of them.

Sam and Ruby looked at her, so she pointed over to Dean, who was looking at the houses that rested beyond the chain-link fence. People were standing on their front porches, all of their eyes as black as the night they were blanketed in currently. They all began walking towards the siblings and Ruby.

"So much for the element of surprise," said Dean, his eyes still on the demons.

"No. Run. Run. Run!" said Sam.

Sam led the way, Ruby and Alex behind him with Dean bringing up the rear. The demons began running after them. Sam began unlocking the door of the house they were currently at as the demons inched closer to them.

"Where the hell's Bobby?" whispered Dean, looking out at the demons that were coming closer.

Suddenly, as the demons ran onto the front lawn, the sprinklers turned on. The demons began yelling and screaming in pain as the holy water hit them. The demons that weren't yet on the front lawn stopped in the middle of the street, listening to the screams of pain from their companions. Dean smirked at all of the demons as they screamed in agony. Sam finally managed to get the door unlocked and pushed it open, ushering Alex and Ruby inside before following them inside. Dean chuckled and laughed at the demons on the front lawn before stepping inside, closing the front door behind him. They all cringed as they saw a dead body right in front of them, blood on the hardwood floors and flies buzzing all over the body.

"You think Lilith knows we're here yet?" asked Dean.

Ruby and Sam nodded.

"Mmm hmm," said Alex.

They stepped into the foyer, which led into the living room and Sam breathed heavily, on the lookout for Lilith. A door opened from behind Dean and he spun around, grabbing the man that was headed towards him. He put a hand over the man's mouth and told him to be quiet.

"Ssh, we're here to help you, okay? Now, I'm gonna remove my hand and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, alright?"

The man nodded, his eyes wide, and Dean slowly removed his hand.

"Sir, where's your daughter?" asked Sam.

Dean still had one of his arms around the man's shoulders as the man answered Sam's question.

"It's not… It's not her anymore."

"We know, but where is she?" asked Alex, standing in between Ruby and Sam.

"Upstairs, in her bedroom."

"Okay, okay, okay. Now, you listen to me. I want you to go downstairs into the basement and put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?" asked Dean.

"Not without my wife," whispered the man, shaking his head.

"Yes, without your wife," said Dean.

"No," said the man, shaking his head profusely.

Dean elbowed the man in the face, knocking him out cold. He threw the man over his shoulder and looked at his siblings and Ruby, rolling his eyes. He carried the man down to the basement, drawing the line of salt at the basement door once the man was safely inside as his siblings and Ruby walked up the stairs to find Lilith.

Sam held the knife firmly within his grasp while Ruby opened a door at the end of the hallway. She opened it slowly and walked inside, disappearing around the corner. Sam followed Alex down the opposite end of the hallway, to the door at the other end. She took a deep breath as she reached for the door knob, looking back at Sam, who nodded encouragingly. She slowly opened the door and stepped inside, Sam walking in directly behind her. They stood in the doorway as they took in the room. A canopy bed was in the middle of the room, the deep purple canopy hanging down around the two figures that were resting in the middle of the bed. One figure was an adult woman and Sam and Alex inched closer to the bed. They headed for the side of the bed where the little girl was sleeping, Sam now leading the way since he held the knife in his hands. He reached for the canopy, slowly pulling it open. The woman was taking in shallow breaths, terrified of not only her own child, but of Sam and Alex as well. She looked over at the both of them with wide eyes and nodded to them.

"Do it," she whispered to Sam, taking in the knife he was holding.

Alex held her breath as Sam nodded to the woman and inched closer to the little girl. The child stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep and the woman glanced down at her child.

"Do it," she mouthed.

Sam took in a deep breath, leaning towards the little girl, who was moving around. As Sam reached down, the knife in his hands, the little girl awoke and looked at Sam. She screamed as she saw the knife in Sam's hands, ready to stab her. Suddenly, Dean rushed into the room and grabbed Sam's arm, stopping him from killing the little girl. Alex stepped backwards.

"It's not her! It's not the little girl anymore!" he yelled.

The little girl began crying and leaned into her mother, crying into her shoulder as they all looked on.

"Alright. No matter what you hear, you, your husband, and your daughter stay in the basement," said Dean, leading the mother downstairs.

The mother nodded and she helped her daughter down the stairs, Dean shutting the door behind them. Sam, Alex, and Ruby walked forward into the living room.

"So, I hate to say I told you so, but…" began Ruby.

"Alright, then, where is this bitch?" asked Alex, completely ignoring Ruby's rude comment.

"I don't know," said Sam.

They walked around the corner and stepped into the living room. Sam sighed and looked at Ruby.

"Okay, fine. You win. What do I have to do?" asked Sam.

"Sam, stop," said Alex, looking at her twin brother.

"What do you mean?" asked Ruby, cocking her head to the side and looking at Sam.

"For Dean. What do you need me to do?" asked Sam.

Deans stepped into the room then and grabbed Sam, spinning him around to look at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked Sam.

"Just shut up for a second," said Sam, pulling away from Dean's hold and looking back at Ruby.

"Ruby," said Sam.

"Look, Sam, you had your chance. You can't just flip a switch. We needed the time," said Ruby.

"Well, we've gotta do something, there's gotta be a way. I mean, whatever it is, I'll fucking do it!" yelled Sam.

Dean walked over to Sam and grabbed him, trying to pull him away from Ruby. Sam tried to fight him off as Dean managed to turn him around to face him.

"No, Dean, don't! I'm not gonna let you go to hell!"

"Yes, you are!" yelled Dean.

The boys finally stopped struggling and they stared at each other, both of them breathing heavily from their struggle.

"Yes, you are. I'm sorry. I mean, this is all my fault. I know that. But what you're doing, what you're trying to do, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you," said Dean.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" asked Sam, tears building up in his eyes.

The room was silent, minus the grandfather clock ticking. Alex was already crying as she finally realized that there was no way they were going to save Dean. She was looking between her brothers.

"Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Take care of our baby sister," said Dean, looking back at Alex.

He reached out to her and grabbed her, pulling her under his arm.

"Sammy, remember what Dad taught you, okay?"

Sam nodded, more tears forming in his eyes.

"And remember what I taught you, alright?" finished Dean.

Sam nodded, the tears finally falling out of his eyes and down his face. Dean smiled down at Alex, and pulled her in front of him. He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head and then kissed her forehead just as the clock struck midnight. Alex wrapped her arms around Dean tighter as she felt his tears hit the top of her head and she began sobbing. Dean let go of her and handed her over to Sam, who pulled her into his embrace as his tears began falling rapidly. Dean looked over at the grandfather clock and then at his siblings, who were both looking at him, the tears streaming down their faces. Dean smiled at them sadly.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy," said Ruby, who was standing over by the fireplace.

Dean turned around as he heard the sounds of dogs whining and barking. He sighed and his smile faded.

"Hell hounds," he whispered.

"Where?" asked Sam, turning around to look behind him.

"There," said Dean, smiling sadly.

Both Alex and Sam were looking where Dean's gaze was held, but they couldn't see anything. The only thing they saw was an old man's dead body. As Dean saw the dog rear back to begin running towards them, he yelled.

"Go!"

They all took off running into the next room, running down a short hallway and into a study. Sam and Ruby slammed the doors closed quickly and held them closed as Dean poured a black powder along the door. Alex stood back as Dean finished pouring the powder along the doors when suddenly, the dogs stopped barking and the doors stopped slamming. Dean rushed over to the windows and poured the black powder along the window sills as well. Alex stood in the middle of the room, biting her lip, as Ruby walked up to Sam.

"Give me the knife. Maybe I can fight it off," said Ruby.

"What?" asked Sam, looking confused and breathing heavily.

"Come on! That dust won't last forever!" yelled Ruby.

Sam and Alex looked at her, confused, as Dean finished pouring the black dust along the windows. Sam looked at the knife in his hands and began handing it over to Ruby when Dean spoke up.

"Wait!"

"Do you want to die?" asked Ruby, glaring back at Dean.

"Sam, that's not Ruby. She's not Ruby!" yelled Dean.

His eyes widened as Sam looked back at Ruby, ready to stab her. Ruby flung her palm up and Sam flew against the wall, the knife falling from his grasp. Alex ran over to grab it, but Ruby saw her moving and slammed her up against the wall as well, right next to Sam. She flung Dean onto the table in the corner of the room and he groaned as he slightly sat up, looking at Ruby. Ruby cocked her head to the side, looking over at Dean.

"So how long have you been in her?" asked Dean, attempting to break free, but struggling against Ruby's demonic hold.

"Not long. But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty," said Lilith, her eyes turning a pale, milky white as she looked down at her adult body and then back over to Dean.

"Then where's Ruby?" asked Sam, looking at Lilith with his eyes full of pure hatred.

"She was a very bad girl," said Lilith, her eyes turning back to a normal color as she answered Sam's questions.

"So I sent her far, far away," finished Ruby, cracking her neck at awkward angles that made Alex cringe with absolute disgust.

"I knew I should've seen it before. But you all look alike to me," said Dean, smirking at Lilith.

She looked at Dean, but then her head snapped over to look at Sam.

"Hello, Sam," said Lilith, as she walked towards him slowly.

"I've wanted to meet you for a very long time."

She cocked her head to the side and grabbed Sam's face, leaning towards him and kissing him full on the lips. Sam closed his eyes, cringing in disgust. Alex and Dean cringed in disgust as well. Once she finally pulled away from him, she smiled.

"Your lips are soft," said Lilith.

Sam pulled his chin from her grasp and looked up towards the ceiling, away from her.

"Alright. So you have me now. Let my brother go," said Sam, looking down at her.

"Silly goose. If you wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want."

She tsked her tongue, shaking her head at him.

"And you don't."

"So is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell? Kill Sam and Alex, and then what? Become Queen Bitch?" asked Dean.

"I don't have to answer to puppy chow," said Ruby, smirking over at Dean.

She smiled even wider as she stepped away from Alex and Sam and walked over to the doors, turning the door handle as she smiled over at Dean.

"Sic 'em, boys," she said, pulling the doors open.

Sam and Alex looked over at their older brother, fear in their eyes as the hell hounds burst into the room, Lilith laughing as she watched them enter the room. They grabbed Dean by the leg, pulling him from the table and onto the floor. Lilith continued laughing as Dean moaned and groaned in pain, the hell hounds ripping his flesh apart.

"No, no! Stop!" cried Alex, crying as she looked over at Lilith laughing.

Lilith stopped laughing and looked at Sam and Alex. The hell hounds tore up Dean's leg and punctured his chest as he tried crawling away.

"No, no!" cried Sam.

Alex closed her eyes as she heard her oldest brother screaming, not able to watch him die. Sam threw his head back against the wall, looking up and away from Dean. Dean was turned over and the hell hounds tore into his chest, blood bursting and spurting up into the air. Sam was still watching, crying.

"No, no," he cried, as he looked on.

"Stop it! No!" yelled Sam, looking over at Lilith.

"Yes," said Lilith, looking at Sam.

Her eyes turned milky white and she threw up her palm, a bright, white light bursting from her palm. Sam and Alex cringed, falling from the wall and onto the floor. Sam crawled over to Alex and shielded her in his embrace, both of them closing their eyes as the bright, white light washed over them. After a few minutes, nothing had happened to them. Lilith lowered her palm, her eyes turning back to a normal color as she looked over and down on them. Sam and Alex looked up when they realized nothing had happened to them and they stood up, their eyes wide as they took in her shaking shoulders.

"Back," said Lilith, throwing up her palm again, but nothing happened.

Sam and Alex walked towards her, their gazes murderous.

"I said back!"

Sam leaned over and picked up Ruby's demon killing knife, holding it firmly within his grasp. Alex crossed her arms across her chest, smirking at Ruby as Sam looked at her.

"I don't think so," said Sam.

He raised the knife and was ready to plunge it down into Lilith's chest when Lilith leaned her head back and a huge plume of black smoke erupted from her mouth, escaping into the air vent that rested directly above her head. The smoke seemed to go on forever, Ruby screaming as the demon left her body, finally. She fell to the floor, dead, once the demon had fully escaped her body. Alex and Sam walked over to Dean's dead body, Alex's sobs wracking her body and Sam's chin trembling as they looked at their dead brother. Sam kneeled down next to Dean's body, grabbing the back of Dean's neck and slightly lifting his body up. Alex sat down on the other side of Dean's body, blood covering her pants and her palms as she leaned over Dean's chest, crying profusely.

"No, no. Dean," cried Sam, tears falling from his eyes and down his nose, dripping onto Dean's lifeless face.

Alex pulled her knees up to her chest, barely even glancing at her bloodied hands as she sobbed into her knees. Her shoulders heaved with sobs as she cried, looking over at Sam as he cried as well.