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.

36. Lips of an Angel

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 36

"Mr. Steinway?" called out a man in a white lab coat, his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked around the emergency waiting room.

Sam and Dean shot up from their seats, having moved to the waiting room about thirty minutes before. It was currently 4:13 AM and the emergency room was basically empty minus a few patients. The doctor nodded at them as he walked towards the two of them. He took in the blood caked on Sam's arms, hands, and shirt before he looked up at Sam's face.

"Are you Mr. Steinway?" asked the doctor.

Sam nodded.

"We're both Mr. Steinway. Our sister is the one you've been taking care of," answered Sam.

The doctor glanced over at Dean through his glasses, nodding his head in understanding.

"Well, your sister is going to be fine," he said.

Dean and Sam both let out large sighs of relief and Sam sent up a silent prayer of thanks. Dean cleared his throat and looked at the doctor.

"And the baby?" asked Dean.

Sam's gaze zeroed in on the doctor's face as he sighed sadly.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, boys, but the baby didn't make it. Your sister suffered a miscarriage."

Sam nodded sadly and Dean turned around, his face an emotionless mask.

"Dean?" asked Sam, turning around to watch as Dean began walking away.

Dean didn't answer as he walked over to the wall. He stood against the wall as he suddenly began punching it, leaving a large hole in the wall. Sam's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up as he rushed over, grabbing Dean's arm as he tried to punch the wall again.

"Dean! Dean, calm down, buddy," urged Sam.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" yelled Dean.

Sam nodded and let go of Dean's arm as the doctor watched them interact. Once Sam was sure Dean wouldn't punch the wall again, he walked back over to the doctor, giving him a tired smile.

"I'm sorry about that, Doctor. Is Alex alright, can we see her?" asked Sam.

The doctor smiled at him.

"Don't worry about the hole in the wall, we'll get it fixed. You'd be surprised how often that actually happens. And yes, your sister is doing fine. She's probably sleeping, but she'll be ready to go home later today actually. She did lose an awful lot of blood, but you two should be able to take her home later this afternoon," said the doctor.

Sam nodded, smiling over at him and the doctor placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Everything's going to be alright, son."

The doctor brushed past Sam and headed over for the nurses' station. Sam looked over at Dean, who was looking over at him.

"C'mon, Dean. Let's go see our little sister."

Dean nodded and pushed himself off of the wall, following Sam down the hall and around the corner to Alex's hospital room.

Sam peeked his head around Alex's hospital room door and smiled when he saw that she was wide awake. Alex smiled gently over at him and Sam and Dean walked into the room, taking a seat on either side of her. Dean leaned over and kissed her forehead before sitting down. Sam grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Hey there, little sis," whispered Dean, staring at Alex's still pale face.

"Hi," whispered Alex, her throat sore and scratchy as she talked to her siblings.

"How are you doing? You feeling better?" asked Sam.

Alex looked over at him, shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm doing alright. As alright as a woman can be when she loses her baby," answered Alex.

Dean winced and Alex reached her hand out, stroking his cheek gently as she smiled gratefully at him. Dean melted into her touch, closing his eyes.

"How can you be alright? It's not fair that bad things keep happening to you, Alex! You should be allowed to have a family, have a husband. You shouldn't be a hunter."

"Shh, Dean, it's okay. I'm okay. I mean, sure, I'm sad, but these things happen for a reason. I just wasn't ready for a baby yet and neither was Kellan. I'm meant to be here, with you two losers," joked Alex.

Sam rolled his eyes as Alex struggled to laugh, coughing every time she tried. She eventually got the hang of it though and smiled gently at her brothers. Dean sighed and stood up from his chair, standing at the bottom of Alex's bed. Alex looked over at him.

"You're so strong," said Sam, looking at Alex admiringly.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"I have to be strong to be around you two. I promise you, though, I'm gonna be fine. These things happen every single day and when it's meant to be, it will happen."

Sam smiled at his twin sister and leaned over, kissing her cheek gently. Dean smiled at her too, grateful that she was alive. Alex chuckled and Sam looked at her funny.

"Alex, why are you laughing right now?" asked Sam.

Alex smiled over at him and Dean.

"I know I'm going to have to call Kellan eventually. But do you remember when my first serious boyfriend dumped me?" she asked.

Sam chuckled and Dean smiled.

"Ah, good old Scotty James. Yeah, he dumped you after you wouldn't have sex with him, right?" asked Dean.

Alex nodded.

"You two were on a hunt with Dad and I was home alone. Dean, I called you at three in the morning, crying because Scotty had just dumped me. And you woke Sammy up and told me you two would be there soon. Which didn't make any sense because you were all the way in Georgia and I was in Lawrence," said Alex, smiling at her older brothers.

Sam laughed.

"And you stopped crying and were so serious when you said to me, 'You're in a different state, Dean,'" said Dean.

Alex laughed, a large smile on her face as she looked at her brothers.

"And then you told me, 'It's called a plane ticket. Now, where does this asshole live?' I still can't believe you beat him up," said Alex, laughing.

Sam shook his head, laughing along with his siblings.

"Yeah, that little asshole deserved it! No one treats my baby sister like that," said Dean.

Sam nodded in agreement with Dean.

"Dean and I took care of him, little sis. We'll always take care of you," vowed Sam.

Alex nodded and she motioned for Sam to come closer. Sam obliged and Alex kissed his cheek. Sam sat back down in his chair and squeezed his twin sister's hand reassuringly. Alex sighed deeply.

"Now, I guess I should break the news to Kellan, huh?" asked Alex.

Sam and Dean exchanged a quick glance while Alex looked at them curiously, her head cocked to the side.

"Guys, what did you do?" asked Alex.

"Well, we might have already called Kellan," answered Sam.

"Let me guess. He's already on his way here, isn't he?"

Dean nodded.

"In fact, he should be here in…"

Dean trailed off as Kellan burst into the room, his chest rising and falling as he stood in the doorway. Kellan looked over at Alex sadly and Alex smiled faintly back at him.

"Hi, honey," whispered Alex.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," said Kellan, striding over to Alex's bedside and grabbing her hand.

Kellan kissed Alex gently on the lips before he plopped down into the chair beside Alex's bedside that Dean had previously been sitting in. He put his head down next to her hand and Alex stroked the back of his head lovingly, whispering to him. Sam looked over at Dean, nodding his head towards the door and Dean nodded back.

"Okay, little sis, that's our cue. Sammy and I will be back to get you from this God forsaken place later this afternoon," said Dean.

Alex nodded and waved over at them.

"Sammy, get yourself cleaned up. I don't like seeing my blood all over you," said Alex.

Sam looked down at his blood covered clothes and nodded.

"I'm on it, baby sister."

Sam and Dean left the room as Kellan and Alex began talking.

A few hours later, Alex stood by her hospital bed, ready to leave. Sam and Dean were loading her things into the Impala as Kellan walked with Alex down the hallways of the hospital.

"Did the doctor say why you had a miscarriage?" asked Kellan, looking down at Alex.

Alex nodded sadly.

"He said my uterus is abnormally shaped. I guess the embryo can't implant or doesn't get the nourishment it needs to survive once it's actually implanted. It's also fairly common, apparently," answered Alex.

Kellan nodded and tightened his hold on Alex's waist.

"Well, I'm really sorry, baby. Are you sure you're okay?"

Alex looked at Kellan and then down to her flat stomach. She looked out in front of her and saw her brothers walking towards her. She looked back up at Kellan again as they stopped walking, waiting for Sam and Dean to reach the two of them.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," said Alex.

Kellan smiled and pulled Alex in closer, breathing in her scent and placing a kiss on the top of her head. Sam and Dean had reached the two of them then and they smiled at the young couple, Dean's smile very forced as Sam nudged his elbow to get him to smile at all. Kellan finally let Alex go and kissed her lips until Dean cleared his throat. Kellan chuckled as he pulled away from Alex. Alex gave him one last peck on the lips before waving good bye and walking out of the hospital with her brothers on either side of her, Kellan waving goodbye until they had climbed into the Impala and disappeared onto the interstate.

Two nights later, Dean, Sam, and Alex were at a bar, Dean downing three shots of tequila in one minute. Alex and Sam looked at him.

"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?" asked Sam.

Alex sighed as Sam went on about the visit Uriel had given him a few weeks ago, claiming that Dean remembered his time in Hell even though Dean had told his siblings that he remembered nothing from his time in Hell. Alex rolled her eyes and grabbed Dean's fourth and final shot. She tossed it back, Dean glaring at her and Sam not even noticing.

"Maybe because he's a dick, that might have something to do with it," answered Dean.

Alex chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Okay, maybe, but he's still an angel," argued Sam.

"Yeah, an angel who was willing to get rid of an entire town. Look, Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he told you, alright?"

Sam nodded, looking at Dean.

"Right. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a single thing from your time down under," said Sam, staring at Dean's face.

Alex looked over at Dean as well, biting her lip nervously. Dean rolled his eyes, but stared at Sam's face, smirking.

"I don't remember a thing from my time down under. I don't remember, Sam!"

"Look, Dean, Alex and I just wanna help."

"Whoa, don't drag me into this mess. If Dean says he doesn't remember his time in Hell, then I certainly believe him," said Alex, smiling over at her oldest brother.

Dean winked at her and gave her a small smile before turning his attention back to Sam.

"Look, Dean, I just want to help you."

"You know everything I do, okay? That's all there is," whispered Dean.

Sam sighed.

"Alright, so where do we go from here?" asked Alex, smiling at her brothers.

"Um, I'm not sure," said Sam, reaching down and searching through his backpack as he spoke.

"Looks like it's been pretty quiet lately, no signs of demon activity, no omens I can see."

Sam opened his laptop as Dean took a drink from his beer.

"Well, there's some good news for once," said Dean.

"Yeah, just your typical smattering of UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out," said Sam, handing his computer over to Dean.

Dean grabbed the computer and looked at the article Sam had brought up as Alex walked around the table to sit next to Dean, looking at the article as well.

"Um, up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility," explained Sam.

Dean choked on the beer he was drinking and Alex and Sam chuckled. Dean wiped his face off with his palm as he set his beer glass back down.

"The victim claims the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs," said Sam, watching as Dean shut the laptop.

"I can see you're very interested," said Alex, rolling her eyes and walking back around the table to her first seat next to Sam.

Dean nodded, pulling out his wallet and throwing a wad of bills on top of the check on the top of the checkered tablecloth.

"Women. Showers. We've gotta save these people," said Dean.

Sam and Alex rolled their eyes, but followed Dean out the front doors of the bar, heading for Concrete, Washington.

Dean drove the car through the little tiny town of Concrete, Washington, looking for the Chinese restaurant. He spotted it on the right side of the street, so he pulled over, letting Sam and Alex out. They waved him off and Dean pulled away from the curb, heading for the motel in town. Sam opened the door for Alex and followed her inside the Chinese restaurant, the bell over the door chiming as they walked inside. They spotted the woman they were there to see sitting at a table next to the giant wishing well in the middle of the restaurant. She smiled sweetly at them and waved them over. Sam and Alex sat down at the table and the woman sat down across from them.

"I mean, I'm not surprised the spirit world tried to get in touch with me. I'm something of a… natural sensitive," said the woman.

Alex picked up her water glass, rolling her eyes as Sam nodded his head, playing along with the woman.

"I can sense that about you, Candice. The whole… sensitive thing."

Candice smiled flirtatiously at Sam and Alex gagged behind her water glass. Candice shot her a glare and Alex smirked. Sam nudged Alex's leg under the table and Alex shot Sam a look.

"So, what did you say you were calling your book again?" asked Candice, looking back at Sam and smiling flirtatiously at him once again.

"Oh. Well, um, the working title is… Supernatural. Yeah, I've been crossing the country, gathering all kinds of stories like yours, but anyway, you were telling me about your encounter," said Sam.

Candice nodded, shooting Alex one last glare before looking at Sam and telling her story.

"Yes. Well, once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run," said Candice.

Sam and Alex tuned her out as they heard a noise from somewhere beside them. They glanced over and saw a very nerdy looking, middle-aged man sitting at a table a few rows away from them. He was holding hands with a supermodel gorgeous woman and they leaned forward, making out across the table. Alex's eyebrows rose and so did Sam's. Candice glanced over at the couple too, glaring at them. Sam and Alex exchanged a curious glance before Sam cleared his throat, looking back at Candice once again.

"And you said the, uh, ghost chased you?" asked Sam, getting back on track.

"Not just that! It knew my name. It kept yelling, 'Mrs. Armstrong, Mrs. Armstrong!' And that's when I hit the stairs and fell," said Candice, looking down at the floor and leaning back in her chair.

"So you fell. The ghost didn't push you," smirked Alex.

"Oh, I don't… I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe."

"Did you feel like it meant to hurt you, like it was violent?" asked Sam.

Candice scoffed.

"It was a ghost! I'm lucky to even be alive right now. Anyway, I was at the bottom of the stairs and… that's when it got weird," whispered Candice.

Sam and Alex raised their eyebrows and Candice chuckled, looking around the restaurant as she leaned in closer to them.

"It helped me up."

"Um, say again?" asked Sam.

Candice nodded, her eyebrows raised as well.

"Yeah, it helped me up. And it kept saying over and over, 'Please, don't tell my mom.'"

Sam and Alex exchanged another curious glance before they both looked over at Candice again.

"Yeah, that's weird," said Sam and Alex, at the same exact time.

Sam and Alex walked up to Dean, who was sitting on the steps outside of the women's health facility, which was currently closed, and flipping through the local newspaper. Dean looked up at them as they approached.

"Well, did you pick up anything?" asked Sam.

Dean folded the newspaper in half and held it in his hands.

"No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean," said Dean, standing up and stepping off of the steps.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs," said Sam.

Alex nodded in agreement and Dean chuckled.

"I gotta tell you, I'm pretty disappointed," whined Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes and Sam smirked. They reached the bridge where a hoard of adolescent boys ran past the three of them, one little boy being chased by the other six little boys.

"Run, Forrest, run!" yelled Dean, sticking the folded up newspaper in his jacket as they all watched the little boys.

"Sorry, Dean, but I don't think anything's going on around here," said Sam.

Dean looked down the bridge and saw an older man talking to a police officer in the middle of the bridge. He stopped Sam from walking forward and pointed out the two men farther down the bridge.

"Something's going on," said Dean.

The three siblings walked towards the two men, listening to the conversation as they got closer. Once they were only a few feet away, they began pulling out their fake federal badges.

"It was Bigfoot, Hal!" yelled the older man, throwing his arms around in his tirade to the police officer.

"Excuse us," said Sam.

The man turned around and backed up until he was standing next to the police officer. He looked at all of their badges.

"FBI," said Sam.

"What?" asked the police officer, looking very confused as the three siblings began putting their badges back into their pockets.

"Yes, sir, we're here about the, um… that," said Sam, nodding towards the older man.

"About Bigfoot?" asked the officer, the disbelief in his voice coloring his tone.

"Right. Sir, could you tell me, exactly, where this happened?" asked Sam, the three siblings turning their attention to the older man, who had his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the three of them.

"Yes, I can," answered the man.

"What the hell's going on in this town? First there's a ghost that's not real and now a Bigfoot sighting?" asked Dean, walking through the woods with Sam and Alex.

"Everyone knows Bigfoot's a hoax," said Alex.

"Yeah, maybe someone's pumping LSD into the town's water supply," suggested Dean, ducking his head to avoid getting hit by a tree branch.

Sam and Alex chuckled, smirking as they stepped into a clearing. Their smirks quickly faded as they saw giant white footprints embedded into the soil of the forest. The three siblings each cocked their heads to the side in utter confusion as they stared down at the abnormally large footprints.

"Okay. Well, what do you suppose made that?" asked Alex.

"That… uh… is a big foot," said Sam.

Dean and Alex nodded and they followed the rather large footprints all the way through the small forest. At the edge of the forest, they looked across the way and saw an old metal bridge, rust covering half of the bridge. A building was next to the bridge, so the siblings walked over to the bridge, crossing it to get to the older building. They reached the building and saw a door ripped clean from its hinges and the same large footprints leading up the three small steps, through the door, and into the building.

"Okay," said Dean, looking at his siblings.

Both Alex and Sam shrugged their shoulders, so they walked up the same path as the footprints, stepping into the back of a small liquor store. They walked further into the abandoned store to see a mess in front of the cash register. Popcorn was spilled all over the floor with bottles of vodka and whiskey lying broken and trashed all over the floor as well. Dean, Sam, and Alex carefully stepped over them.

"So what, Bigfoot breaks into an old liquor store?" asked Dean.

Dean began looking at the bottles of liquor on the shelves behind the cash register as Sam and Alex drifted down the other, smaller aisles. Sam scoffed when he saw the miniscule magazine collection.

"Hey. Check this out," called out Sam.

Alex and Dean walked over to him, standing behind him as they inspected the magazines. Alex looked confused.

"I'm not really understanding what's missing," she asked.

"He took the whole porno rack?" asked Dean, his eyebrows raised.

Sam nodded and Alex rolled her eyes.

"Jesus. Boys," she mumbled under her breath.

Sam reached over and pulled out a large patch of what looked like brown fur from the magazine rack, holding it in his fingers.

"Eww," whispered Alex.

"I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?" asked Dean.

Sam, Dean, and Alex sat outside of the liquor store. They said nothing, just sitting in silence and thinking of what this monster could possibly be.

"I got nothing," said Dean, finally breaking the long silence.

"I mean, it's gotta be a joke, right? Some big ass mother fucker in a gorilla suit?" asked Sam, looking at Dean and Alex.

"Or it's a Bigfoot," answered Alex, nodding her head.

Sam and Dean looked at her strangely and Alex just shrugged.

"What? I'm just throwing out ideas," said Alex, leaning back on the bench and crossing her arms across her chest in frustration.

As the three siblings sat on the bench outside of the liquor store, a little girl rode past them on her bike, a basket attached to the front of the little girl's bike. A huge gust of wind blew past at that exact moment and a magazine fell from the girl's basket. The siblings looked at the girl and then down at the magazine. The magazine had a naked Asian supermodel on the front of it and the magazine was titled, "Busty Asian Beauties." The three of them stood up, walking over to the magazine lying on the ground. Dean crouched down and picked it up, nodding appreciatively at the cover. Alex rolled her eyes and snatched it from his hands, rolling it up and sticking it under her armpit.

"She's a little too young for 'Busty Asian Beauties', don't you think?" asked Alex, looking towards place where the little girl had ridden past them on her bike.

The siblings walked down the path the little girl had ridden down. After only a few feet, they saw the little girl place a box full of porn magazines and alcohol bottles down on the front steps of the liquor store. A note on the top of the box read "Sorry". The little girl grabbed her bike and pedaled away from the store. Once she had reached the middle of the bridge on her bike, the siblings peeked their heads around the corner, making sure the coast was clear. They stepped out from the behind the back of the store and stared after the little girl curiously.

"Well, I guess we better find that little girl and talk to her," said Alex.

Sam and Dean nodded beside her.

Dean pulled the car up to a medium-sized, brown house in a suburb. The little girl's bike was sitting right out front of the house, leaning against the rock wall that surrounded the front yard of her house. Dean, Alex, and Sam climbed out of the Impala and walked up the stone path to the front door of the brown house. Dean rapped his knuckled on the front door three times. Since the door was paneled with glass, they watched as the little girl unlocked and opened the front door for the three of them.

"Hello?" she asked curiously.

Alex smiled down at the little girl, her hair done up in pigtails and her overalls covering her tiny frame.

"Hello! Um, could we… You know what, are your parents home?" asked Sam.

Dean smiled awkwardly at the little girl and Alex rolled her eyes.

"Nope," said the little girl, shaking her head.

"No, of course not," grumbled Dean.

Alex hit his shoulder and Dean looked at her. Alex smiled at the little girl and crouched down to be at her eye level.

"Have you seen a furry-" began Alex, but the little girl gasped as if she was scared or worried.

"Is he in trouble?" cried the little girl, her bottom lip beginning to tremble.

Sam and Dean exchanged curious glances behind Alex's head.

"No! No, no, no, not at all. We just wanted to make sure that he was alright," said Alex.

"Exactly," said Dean, smiling awkwardly at the small child.

"Oh, well, he's my teddy bear. I think he's sick," whispered the little girl.

The siblings were silent for a few moments as they processed this information.

"Wow. Um, amazing. 'Cause you know what, we are, um, teddy bear doctors," said Dean, holding out his health inspector badge.

Sam and Alex did the same, Alex standing back up from her crouched position. Sam made a weird, smiling face at the little girl as he held up his badge and Alex looked at him strangely.

"Really? Can you please take a look at him?" pleaded the small little girl, her girlish voice endearing to Alex.

Sam and Dean shrugged as they put away their badges. Alex chuckled as she too put away her health inspector badge.

"Sure. Of course," said Sam.

The little girl nodded and whirled around, heading into her house. The siblings followed her as she led them up the stairs. They rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and the little girl looked back at them while they walked down the hallway.

"He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy," she said.

They reached the second door in the hallway and the little girl knocked on the door of her bedroom. The siblings stood behind her as she waited for an answer.

"Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you," she called out, knocking another time on the bedroom door.

After there wasn't a response, the little girl reached out, grabbed the metal doorknob, and turned it. The door slowly swung open and the Winchester siblings took in the weirdest site they had ever seen. A giant brown teddy bear was chugging a bottle of straight whiskey while sitting on the little girl's bed. The television was blaring and the teddy bear glared over at them.

"Close the freaking door!" he yelled.

The little girl sighed, but closed the door slowly and the teddy bear turned back to watching his television show. The little girl looked up at the three of them.

"See what I mean?" asked the little girl.

Sam, Dean, and Alex all looked at one another, all of their eyes wide.

"All I ever wanted was a teddy, which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all of the time. Not ouch sad, but ouch in the head sad, does weird stuff, and he smells like the bus," whined the little girl.

Dean nodded, trying to form words to say to this small child.

"Um, little girl-"

"Audrey!" snapped the little girl.

"Audrey. How exactly did your teddy bear become real?" asked Dean.

Audrey just shrugged as if the answer were the simplest thing in the entire world.

"I wished for it."

"You wished for it?" asked Sam.

"At the wishing well," explained Audrey.

Dean looked at Sam and Alex. Alex nodded and smiled down at the child.

"Audrey, give us a second, alright?" said Alex.

Audrey nodded and Alex, Sam, and Dean turned around to have a private conversation. They walked a few steps down the hall and away from Audrey.

"Are we… should we, um… are we gonna kill this teddy bear?" whispered Sam.

"How, Sam, how? We shoot it, burn it?" asked Dean.

"I don't know," said Sam, glancing back at Audrey quickly.

"Both?" suggested Alex, shrugging her shoulders.

"How do we even know that's gonna work, I mean I don't want some giant, flaming pissed off teddy bear on our hands," said Dean.

"Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really our core problem here," whispered Sam.

Alex and Dean nodded. Sam turned back around to look at Audrey.

"Audrey. Where are your parents?" asked Sam.

"My mom wished they were in Bali, so… I think they're in Bali," answered Audrey.

Alex scoffed while Dean raised his eyebrows. Sam looked at the child, still looking confused.

"Okay, well, I'm… I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick. Yeah, he's… he's got…," Sam trailed off as he tried to think up a fake disease.

Alex and Dean looked at Sam's face and Dean quickly swooped in for the save.

"He's got lollipop disease," answered Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep, lollipop disease," said Alex.

"It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But see, it's really contagious," explained Dean.

"Yeah, so is there someone, maybe a grown-up that you can stay with while we treat him?" asked Sam, sticking his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Mrs. Hurley lives just down the street," said Audrey.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Alex, clapping her hands together in excitement.

Dean and Sam just stared at her strangely and Alex shrugged.

"Great," said Dean, looking at Audrey once again.

"Yeah, good. Um, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?" asked Sam, gently smiling at the little girl.

Audrey nodded.

"Okay," she agreed.

"Oh, and, um, Audrey? Where is this wishing well?" asked Alex.

Sam, Dean, and Alex walked into the Chinese restaurant once again. They headed for the wishing well located in the middle of the large room, a small boy brushing past them as they made their way inside. They didn't give the child a second glance as he moved past them.

"Think it works?" asked Dean, looking into the clear water of the wishing well.

"Better explanation for teddy back there?" asked Sam.

Dean nodded and dug through his pockets, looking for some loose change.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," said Dean.

"What are you gonna wish for?" asked Alex, nodding to the pennies resting in his open palm.

"Shh," said Dean, throwing a penny into the wishing well.

"I'm not supposed to tell," said Dean, sticking all of his change back into his pocket.

The door chimed behind them as a delivery man walked inside the Chinese restaurant.

"Did somebody order a foot-long Italian with extra jalapenos?" asked the delivery man, his eyes looking around the room as he held up the large sandwich.

"That'd be me," said Dean, staring at his siblings as he slowly raised his hand for the delivery man to see.

The delivery man nodded and began walking towards him while Sam and Alex just shook their heads slowly.

Dean took a large bite out of the second half of his foot-long sandwich as he sat in a booth across from Sam and Alex. Dean looked over his sandwich as he swallowed the bite that was currently in his mouth.

"I think it works, guys. I mean, I was pretty specific about what I wanted on this sandwich," said Dean.

Alex shook her head.

"The teddy bear, the sandwich…," Alex trailed off as Dean began searching through his jacket.

Dean pulled out the newspaper he had been reading earlier that morning. The front page showed a black and white picture of a local man who had won the $68 million lottery.

"I'm guessing this too," said Dean, holding up the picture.

"I'm guessing that," said Sam, nodding to the couple seated across from the three of them.

The couple was the same couple Sam and Alex had seen earlier, the nerd and the supermodel. Dean watched as the woman fed the man a piece of sushi straight from her chopsticks, giggling as she did so.

"Oh, that definitely goes on the list," said Dean.

Dean stuffed the newspaper back into his jacket.

"What are we supposed to do? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, that sounds like kind of a douchey thing to do," said Dean, taking another bite from his sandwich.

Alex sighed.

"Yeah, maybe. But c'mon, Dean, when does something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one," said Alex.

Dean looked down at his sandwich as he chewed.

"Hmm, I don't know. This is a damn good sandwich."

Sam and Alex stared at him, so Dean finally put down his sandwich.

"Alright, fine. We'll put a hold on this wishing well until we figure out what's wrong," said Dean.

Their waiter approached their table and the three siblings looked up at him as he approached.

"Um, I'm sorry, but we don't allow people to eat outside food in here," explained the waiter, pointing to Dean's sandwich.

"Well, I'm most certainly not going to eat the… inside food here," said Dean.

The Chinese man looked confused as Dean reached inside his jacket, looking for the right badge to pull out and show the man. Alex and Sam smiled at the man and began searching for the same badges as Dean. They all held up their health inspector badges and the Chinese man crouched down to read the fine print on Dean's badge.

"Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation," explained Dean, putting away his badge.

"We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard… code… 56, um, C!" said Dean, making the code up as he went along.

"Rats?!" yelled the man.

Dean nodded sadly.

A few hours later, Dean swiped the coins at the bottom of the wishing well into the bucket he was holding in his free hand.

"Well, there's nothing but a plaster Buddha here," said Dean, standing up from his crouched position.

"Yes, nothing! We keep a clean place here," said the Chinese man.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation," said Sam, putting a hand on the man's shoulders.

The Chinese man looked at Sam and Sam smiled gently. The man glared at Dean one final time before walking out through the kitchen in the back. Sam shook his head at the fountain and Dean threw him a coin, watching as it flipped through the air until Sam caught it.

"Aww, c'mon, Sammy. Aren't you just a little bit tempted?" asked Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Dean, leave him alone," she said.

Sam chuckled a little bit, smiling.

"No. Wouldn't be real, wouldn't trust it," said Sam, handing Dean back his coin.

Dean took back the coin, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head.

"I don't know, that bear seemed pretty real. Alex, you wanna give it a try?"

Alex shook her head and pointed to Sam.

"I'm with my twin on this one, Dean. Sorry."

Dean smiled, nodding.

"Now, c'mon. If you could wish yourself back to before it all started. Think about it. Sam, you'd be some big, yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence," said Dean.

Sam laughed and Dean looked at Alex.

"And Alex, you'd have kids running around in your front yard. Hell, you'd probably have a house right next door to Sam's over here."

Alex laughed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Nah, that's not what I'd wish for," said Sam, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Seriously?" asked Dean, in complete disbelief.

Sam nodded and so did Alex.

"It's way too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore," said Sam.

Dean nodded in understanding.

"Alright, well what then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?" asked Dean.

Alex looked up at Sam as well, curious as to what his answer would be.

Sam paused for a few seconds before answering. He looked down into the empty fountain.

"Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody."

"Okay," said Dean, nodding as he too looked down into the empty wishing well.

Alex looked down at the coins as well, but cocked her head to the side when she saw a strange looking coin in the bottom. She crouched down and pushed some pennies out of the way to see the larger coin better.

"That's some kind of old coin," said Sam, crouching down next to his twin sister.

Dean crouched down as well.

"I don't recognize the markings," said Alex, looking at the coin.

"Yeah, me neither," replied Sam.

Dean reached in and began trying to pry the coin off of the bottom of the wishing well. The coin wouldn't budge and Dean's fingers began to hurt with the effort he was exerting.

"Damn it," said Dean, pulling at the coin.

"Lift with your legs," joked Sam.

Dean gave him a fleeting glance as he kept trying to remove the coin. He groaned as he let go, the coin still stuck to the bottom of the wishing well.

"What, is that little mother fucker welded on there? Jesus," groaned Dean.

Sam and Alex looked over at him curiously.

Sam and Dean walked back into the Chinese restaurant with a crowbar and a sledgehammer. The older Chinese man at the front of the restaurant watched them as they passed by, headed for the wishing well. Alex stood at the well, waiting for them. The Chinese man threw up his hands in frustration and followed Sam and Dean to the wishing well. Dean threw his duffel bag to the side of the well as he bent down, getting the crowbar near the coin. He began pushing on the crowbar, trying to get the coin unstuck, but nothing was happening.

"Hey, what are you doing? You're gonna break my fountain!" cried the Chinese man, standing directly behind them now.

"Sir, you should probably head back to the front now," said Alex, giving the man one of her thousand watt smiles and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

The man looked at Alex, a light blush covering his face as Alex smiled warmly at him. Sam rolled his eyes and the man quickly retreated back to the front of the restaurant, Alex turning back to face her brothers. Dean stood up and reached his hand out towards Sam, indicating that he would like to use the sledgehammer now.

"Hey, give me that. I've got an idea," said Dean.

Sam and Alex watched as Dean took the sledgehammer from Sam's hands. He placed his crowbar down at just an angle so that he could easily hit it with his sledgehammer. Once the crowbar was in place, Dean looked over at his siblings, smirking at them. Sam and Alex watched as Dean brought the sledgehammer down on the crowbar, hard. But instead of the coin coming off the bottom of the fountain, the top of the sledgehammer came flying off. It flew through the air and landed right at the Chinese man's feet. Dean looked at the splintered piece of wood he now held in his hands while Sam and Alex stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Damn!" yelled Dean.

"That coin's magical," said Sam, quickly glancing down at the coin.

"Yeah, I'll say," whispered Alex, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I think it's hoodoo that's protecting this well," said Dean, still holding the splintered piece of wood.

"I don't think we're gonna be able to destroy this," said Alex.

Dean nodded in agreement, throwing the piece of wood and the crowbar off to the side of the wishing well. He and Alex watched as Sam crouched down and held a small piece of notebook paper over the top of the large coin. He took out a pencil and traced the coin onto the piece of paper.

"Alright. Here," said Sam, standing up and holding the paper out to Alex, who took it.

"You gotta look into this," finished Sam.

"Where the hell are you going?" asked Dean.

"Well, something just occurred to me," said Sam.

He began walking out of the restaurant, Alex and Dean watching him leave. Alex looked at the piece of paper in her hands and sighed.

Sam walked into the woman's health facility, heading straight for the showers. He barged right in, noticing that a woman clad only in a towel was brushing her hair. Sam looked down and spotted the wet footprints on the tile floor. Sam reached out and grabbed the invisible teenage boy by the shoulder, whirling the kid around to face him. The kid became visible then, looking away from Sam's face, embarrassed since he was currently naked. He had flaming red hair and freckles dotted his cheeks and nose. The woman gasped as she spotted Sam and the teenager from the reflection in the mirror.

"What?" asked the teenager, looking to the side and avoiding Sam's gaze.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'm with the health department," said Sam, holding up his fake health inspector badge once he let go of the kid's shoulder.

The woman grabbed her clothes and things and quickly ran out of the room, holding onto her towel as she did so. Sam watched her leave, putting his badge back into his jacket pocket. Once she was gone and Sam heard the doors swing close, he turned back to the teenager, clearing his throat as he adjusted his jacket lapels.

"So you can turn it on and off, huh?" asked Sam.

"How did you know that I was…?"

"You actually walked up to a wishing well, dropped a dime, and wished to be invisible so you could spy on women in the shower?" asked Sam.

The ginger haired teenager shook his head, laughing awkwardly and uncomfortably as he held his hands over his genitals.

"No, no. That's just crazy," said the kid.

Sam sighed and looked over the kid's shoulder and at the wall of mirrors and sinks.

"Put on some pants, kid. And stay visible."

The kid stared at Sam, so Sam raised his eyebrows and pointed towards the door. Sam shook his head as the kid left.

Dean and Alex were walking down the street when they saw three young boys running away from one other boy. The three boys running away were much bigger and taller than the boy they were running from. Alex tilted her head to the side in thought as she realized that she recognized the much smaller boy chasing after the other three boys. He was the kid they had seen a few days earlier, who was being chased across the bridge.

"You better run!" he yelled, watching as the three taller boys ran across the empty street.

The smaller boy stopped and stared directly at Dean and Alex.

"You two got a problem?" he asked.

Alex scoffed as Dean looked taken aback by the kid's attitude and question.

"What? No," said Dean, looking confused.

The kid took off running again, crossing the still empty street. Alex looked at Dean, her eyebrows raised.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked.

Dean just shrugged and they took a few more steps forward. Dean stopped as he felt a strange rumbling in his stomach. He put a hand on his stomach as it began making strange noises. Dean grimaced in pain.

"Dean?" asked Alex, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Dean looked disgusted as he held his stomach and Alex's eyes widened in confusion.

Sam unlocked the motel room door, sticking his key in his pocket as he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. He looked over at the bed to see Alex sitting on one bed, grimacing in disgust. He grimaced as well when he heard the sounds of Dean vomiting coming from the bathroom.

"Dean?" he called out.

Sam and Alex heard Dean cough loudly before the water began running from the bathroom sink. Dean retched again and Alex sighed, lying back on the bed in frustration.

"You alright?" asked Sam.

Sam heard Dean retch a third time and then the water shut off.

"The wishes turn bad, Sammy," said Dean, his voice scratchy and weak.

"The wishes turn very bad," said Dean, beginning to throw up once again.

Sam chuckled sarcastically and Alex groaned, throwing a large pillow over her face.

"Sandwich, huh?" asked Sam.

Sam heard the toilet flush and Dean opened the bathroom door, wiping a white hand towel over his face and mouth especially. He nodded, breathing very heavily from his throwing up.

"The coin is Babylonian. It's cursed. Alex and I found some fragments of a legend," said Dean.

He stood in the bathroom doorway for a few more seconds before he made more gagging noises. He headed back into the bathroom and Alex sat up, shoving the pieces of paper and articles about the coin towards Sam. Sam walked over to the bed and sat down next to Alex. Alex laid down on her stomach and watched as Sam picked up some articles, quickly flipping through them.

"The serpent is Tiamet, which is the Babylonian god of chaos. I guess her priests were working some very serious black magic," explained Alex.

"And they made the coin?" asked Sam, looking at his twin sister.

Alex nodded.

"Yeah, to, um, sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses the coin into a wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the well. And then it starts granting wishes to all comers."

"But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy, you get…"

"A bipolar nut job, yeah," said Alex.

"And Dean gets E. coli," said Sam.

Alex groaned.

"This thing has turned more than one town upside down over the past few centuries, Sammy. It's even wiped a few off of the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but when everybody gets their wish…"

"It's chaos," finished Sam.

Alex nodded. She looked over as Dean opened the bathroom door once again. He walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and opened it, pulling out a can of ginger ale. He downed half of it before sitting on the bed next to Sam.

"Mm-hmm," nodded Dean, drinking more of his ginger ale.

"Is there any way to stop it?" asked Sam.

"One way. We've gotta find the first bastard who wished on it. Whoever dropped the coin in, made the first wish? They're the only one who can pull it back out and reverse all of the wishes. So for now, we've got a couple of crazy dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, all hell breaks loose," said Alex.

Sam nodded.

A few hours later, Dean was asleep on his bed while Sam sat at the only desk in the room, looking for more information about the Babylonian coin on his computer. Alex smiled when she walked out of the bathroom and saw Sam working. She walked over to him and Sam pushed his chair out, patting his leg. Alex sat on his lap and looked at her twin. She frowned as she took in the dark circles under his eyes and she gently traced them with her finger.

"Sammy. Why aren't you sleeping well?"

Sam sighed.

"Because of Dean. Look at him right now."

Alex looked past Sam and glanced over at Dean. Dean was moaning in his sleep, his body turning from side to side as he slept restlessly. Alex sighed and looked back at Sam.

"See what I mean? You always seem to sleep through it."

"What do you think he's having nightmares about?" asked Alex, biting her lip nervously.

Sam shrugged.

"I have no clue. But I'll probably end up waking him up soon. He has been sleeping for a while," said Sam.

Alex nodded and smiled gently at Sam. She leaned forward and placed her forehead on Sam's forehead. Sam smirked as she did this, but obliged, touching their foreheads together.

"I love you, Sammy."

"I love you too, little sister."

Alex stood up from Sam's lap and Sam turned around in his chair, looking back at Dean.

"Dean! Wake up!" yelled Sam.

Dean shot straight up in his bed, looking over at his siblings.

"I'm up, I'm awake!"

"Sleep well?" asked Alex, biting her lip once again.

Dean rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, yawning as he did so.

"Rested and ready," answered Dean.

Alex sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Dean, c'mon, man. You think me and Alex can't see it?" asked Sam.

"See what?" asked Dean, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from under his bed.

"The nightmares, the drinking. We're with you 24/7, we know something's going on," said Sam.

Dean threw his bottle of whiskey onto his bed, sighing.

"Sam, please," said Dean.

Alex bit her lip harder, tasting the blood as it entered her mouth from her lip. She knew Sam and Dean were about to get into an argument and she hated when they fought.

"Dean, Uriel wasn't lying to me, was he? But you are," said Sam.

Dean didn't respond, but stood up, walking over to Sam and standing a few feet away from where Sam still sat at the desk, his laptop open.

"You remember Hell, don't you?" asked Sam.

Dean smirked.

"What do you want from me, huh? What?"

"Just the truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I just wish you'd talk to me or Alex or even Bobby."

"Be careful what you wish for," smirked Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Cute," he said sarcastically, slightly turning back to face his computer.

"C'mon, can we stow the couples therapy, huh? We're on a job and I wanna work. What do you have for me?" asked Dean, grabbing the local newspaper from off of his bed.

Sam didn't answer Dean right away.

"Please?" asked Dean.

Sam sighed and Alex breathed a sigh of relief when her brothers didn't continue their argument into a full blown fight. She removed her lip from her teeth, sighing when she still tasted the blood in her mouth.

"We've got teddy, lottery guy, invisible pervert teenager. They all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks, but who wished first and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what when?" asked Sam, looking back at Dean and Alex.

"Well, it certainly helps when they announce it in the paper," said Dean.

Sam and Alex looked confused while Dean smirked. He brought the paper over to Sam and flipped it to the marriage and engagement announcements. He pointed to an engagement announcement from a month before. The picture was of the nerdy guy and the supermodel from the Chinese restaurant.

"Oh, yeah, the weird looking couple," said Alex, glancing at the paper over Sam's shoulder.

"Goes back a whole month," said Dean.

"'Wesley Mondale and Ms. Hope Lynn Casey have announced their surprise engagement'," read Sam, looking at the paper.

"Aww, true love," said Dean, very sarcastically.

Sam and Alex chuckled.

"Well, that's the best lead we've had so far," said Alex, looking between her brothers.

Sam, Dean, and Alex were led into Wesley Mondale's living room by his fiancée, Hope Lynn Casey. Wesley was sitting in his armchair in front of the TV in the living room. He looked up at the three of them as Hope led them into the room.

"Wes! You didn't tell me you had contacted the florist for the wedding already!" said Hope, placing her hands on her hips and smiling down at her future husband.

"Huh?" asked Wesley, looking very confused.

"You're the best!" cried Hope, grabbing Wesley's head and kissing the top of his head very lovingly.

"I'm gonna go get my folders," said Hope, heading for the stairs.

"Um… okay," said Wesley, smiling awkwardly at Hope.

"Wesley," said Dean, his grin fading once Hope had completely left the room.

Sam and Alex shook their heads at Wesley as they stood directly behind Dean.

"How's it going?" asked Dean.

Wesley stood up from his armchair.

"It's actually Wes…" He trailed off as the three siblings walked towards him.

Wesley sat back down in his armchair and stared up at the three siblings.

"Aren't you the three from the health department?" he asked them, beginning to look very confused behind his glasses.

"Yeah. And florists, on the side," said Sam, nodding his head.

"Plus FBI," chimed in Dean, grinning down at Wesley in his armchair.

"And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors," finished Alex, sticking her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.

"Huh?" asked Wesley.

"Look, it doesn't matter who the hell we are. What really matters is what we know," said Dean.

Alex nudged Sam, nodding her head to the coin collection resting on the wall of the living room. He smirked.

"So, coin collector, huh, Wes?" asked Sam, nodding his head to all of the coins located along the living room walls.

Wesley turned around slightly in his armchair to look at his own coin collection.

"Oh, yeah. My, um, grandfather gave them to me."

"Did you happen to lose one of those coins lately? And by lose, I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chinns and make a wish on it," said Dean, his tone demeaning.

"Nope, I have no clue… I don't know what you're, um, talking about," said Wesley, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor, avoiding their gazes.

Dean smiled sarcastically at him as Hope re-entered the room, heaps of folders in her arms. Wesley stood up from his armchair finally, grabbing a few folders to help Hope.

"Okay. Now, I have a lot of ideas, but you know, we don't have all of the money in the world. Wes is in between jobs right now, but that means more time for me, right?" asked Hope, her smile absolutely beaming as she looked up at the three siblings.

Sam gave her a warm smile before he turned and glared over at Wesley. Wesley looked down at the floor once again as Hope began searching through the bright pink folder in her arms.

"You know, I'm thinking… a Japanesy kind of thing," she said, pulling out the magazine she had been looking for.

Dean's face brightened.

"Absolutely. Yes. I can totally see that, can't you two?" asked Dean, turning to face his siblings.

Alex nodded enthusiastically and Sam smiled warmly and brightly. Hope beamed back at them as she stuck the magazine back into her bright pink folders.

"So Hope. Please, you have to tell us how you two lovebirds met," said Alex.

"Oh, it was by far the best day of my life," said Hope.

"I'm sure," said Alex, smiling at the woman.

"I bet," said Dean, plastering on his fake smile.

"Yeah, it's really the funniest thing though. We both grew up here, but I never really knew who he was," laughed Hope, shaking her head in complete disbelief.

"Huh, that's so strange," said Alex.

"Not by name anyway. Oh, until one day last month," said Hope, looking at Wesley with love and adoration in her bright hazel eyes.

"Oh, it's like I just… I just saw him. For the first time, he was just glowing," said Hope, setting down her folders and reaching out to stroke Wesley's cheek.

"Oh, just glowing, just glowing," repeated Hope, staring at Wesley and stroking his face with her hand.

"Hey, baby, can you maybe get us some coffee?" asked Wesley.

"Yes," whispered Hope.

She grabbed both sides of Wesley's face and planted multiple kisses on his open lips. The siblings watched as she kissed him, moaning while she did so until Wesley gently pushed and pried her off of him. He pointed to the kitchen located behind the three siblings and Hope nodded, straightening her hair out with her fingers. She brushed past Dean into the kitchen. They all heard the water from the kitchen sink begin to run as Hope began preparing the coffee for them.

"Wes, we know. So please, just tell us the truth," said Sam, his smile quickly fading into a hard look as he stared at Wesley.

Wesley stared at them for a few seconds, finally sighing in resignation.

"My, um, my grandfather found the coin in North Africa. You know, World War II. And, um, he brought it back with him. He, um, he said it was a real wish granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um, well, he was all I had and when… when he died, I thought, well, you know what? Why not give the damn coin a shot?"

"Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back," said Sam.

Wesley chuckled.

"Oh, ha ha, no, I'm not."

"Listen, Wesley, if you don't stop this, something very bad's gonna happen," pleaded Alex, her face soft and warm unlike her two brothers, who were just glaring at Wesley.

"Something really bad. Like us," said Sam.

He nodded imperceptibly to Dean, who removed his favorite gun from his jacket. The sunlight streaming in through the windows glinted off of Dean's favorite silver gun as he pulled it put to intimidate Wesley.

"We really wish you would come with us," said Dean.

Wesley stared at the gun, fear evident in his eyes.

Alex sighed as she sat as far away from Wesley in the backseat as she possibly could. Wesley sighed and sat up in his seat, leaning forward to talk to Sam and Dean in the front seats.

"I just don't get it. So my wish came true, why does that have to be a very bad thing?" asked Wesley.

"Because the wishes go south, Wes. Your town is slowly going insane," said Sam, losing his patience with Wesley's questions and whining.

"C'mon, you're gonna sit there and tell me your relationship with Hope was actually functional? That it's exactly what you freaking wished for?" asked Dean.

Wesley rolled his eyes.

"I wished that she would love me more than anything."

"Yeah! And, um, how is that going, does that seem healthy to you?" asked Alex, glaring at Wesley.

"Well, it's certainly a hell of a lot better than when she didn't even know I was alive."

"You're not supposed to get what you want, man. Definitely not like this. Nobody is. That's what the coin does, it takes your heart's desires and twists it back on you," said Dean.

"Yeah, you dumb ass. Haven't you ever heard the old expression, 'Be careful what you wish for?' Well in your case, it wasn't just an expression!" yelled Alex, rolling her eyes at Wesley's stupidity.

"'Be careful what you wish for.' You know who says that? Good looking people like you three. The ones who have it so easy because you happen to be handsome and beautiful," said Wesley.

"Easy?" asked the three siblings at the exact same time.

"Yeah. People always stare at you, they notice you," said Wesley.

"Believe us, we do not have it easy at all," said Alex.

"We're completely miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we always have to fight tooth and nail to keep whatever it is we have," said Dean.

"But you know what, maybe that's the whole point, Wes," said Sam.

"Yeah. People are people because they're completely miserable bastards who never actually get what they really want in life," explained Dean.

Alex and Sam nodded.

"Right, yeah. When you get what you want, you get completely crazy," said Alex.

"Take a look at Michael Jackson. Hmm? Or Hasselhoff," said Dean, raising his eyebrows.

Alex and Sam nodded once again in agreement with Dean.

"You know what, Hope loves me now. Completely. And it's wonderful and awesome. Besides, look around you. Where's all this insanity you three were talking about?" asked Wesley.

Dean pulled up to a stop sign and saw the little boy who been bullied. He was single handedly lifting up an SUV with the other little boys trapped inside, screaming for help.

"Well, that should just about cover it," said Dean.

Alex, Wesley, and Sam all looked over, their eyes widening when they saw the small boy begin shaking the vehicle. Dean swung the car around the corner and threw it into park once he was on the curb. He opened his door and looked at Sam and Alex.

"I'll handle the kids, you two get Wesley to Lucky Chinns," said Dean.

Sam nodded and scooted over into the driver's seat. Alex climbed over the seats and into the passenger seat while Wesley spread himself out in the backseat.

Sam pulled the car up to Lucky Chinns and climbed out. Wesley climbed out last and looked towards the direction they had just come from.

"That kid turned over that car like it was nothing!" yelled Wesley, still in complete disbelief.

Sam and Alex just shook their heads.

"Yeah, well, you should've seen the teddy bear," said Sam.

"Now, c'mon, fun's over, it's time to pull the coin," said Alex, nodding to the restaurant in front of them.

Wesley looked down at the sidewalk.

"Wes," said Sam, his tone very demanding.

"Well why can't we all just get what we want, huh?" asked Wesley, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Because that's life, Wes," said Sam.

Suddenly, a dark rain cloud appeared in the sky and a bolt of lightning came down from the cloud, striking Sam in the back. Sam fell to the ground while Alex screamed in terror, looking at Wesley.

"Wes! What the hell were you thinking?" yelled Alex, crouching down to look over Sam.

Wesley just smirked and headed inside the restaurant. Alex looked at Sam and then looked into the restaurant. She cursed under her breath and ran inside after Wesley. Both Wesley and Alex stopped when they saw Hope standing in front of the wishing well, her back turned towards them. Wesley slowly walked towards her while Alex stayed behind, biting her lip nervously as she watched the two of them interact.

"Hope?" asked Wesley.

Hope whirled around, her face sad and pained as she looked at Wesley.

"I had to do it, didn't I? He was gonna make you wish away our love," cried Hope.

"You wished a man dead?" asked Wesley, walking towards Hope and standing in front of her.

"Wesley, I love you more than anything," cried Hope, tears filling up in her eyes.

"Stop saying that, just stop!" yelled Wesley.

"But I do. More than anything. More than me, more than life. Oh, Wes. Please don't hate me," whispered Hope.

Wesley sighed and grabbed Hope's face gently, kissing her on the lips. He hugged her to him once their kiss was over and held the back of her head reverently.

"It will all be okay, I'll make it okay. It'll be okay," said Wesley, finishing his sentence in a whisper.

Hope nodded into his shoulder and Wesley let her go. Alex glared at the two of them as Wesley walked towards the wishing well beside the two of them. He sighed, but reached inside and grabbed the magical coin from the bottom of the well. He snatched it up easily and it came off without any problems. Alex quickly ran outside for Sam while Wesley looked over at Hope, who had a dazed look on her face.

Alex ran outside just as Sam sat up, gasping for air. Alex ran over to him and helped pull him up to his feet.

"I'm assuming Wesley pulled the coin from the wishing well," said Sam, looking down and wiping off his jeans.

Alex nodded and a few seconds later, Hope came waltzing out of the restaurant. She gave the two of them a passing glance, but then just kept walking on down the street. Sam and Alex turned back around to see Wesley step out from the restaurant. He looked very sad and disappointed as he stared at them, his hands in his pockets. He walked over to them and held out the Babylonian coin to Sam. Sam took it from Wesley and held it in between his fingers. He looked back up at Wesley sadly. Wesley nodded to both Alex and Sam and then headed off down the street, his head down and his hands in his pockets.

Dean and Alex smiled as they sat on a bench on the bridge, Audrey walking past them. She held her normal sized teddy bear in her arms and her parents were very tan as they walked behind her. Audrey smiled at the two of them and waved as she passed. Dean and Alex smiled warmly back. Sam approached them then and Dean and Alex stood up, Dean stuffing the folded up newspaper under his arm as he did so.

"Well, the coin's all melted down now. Shouldn't cause any more problems," said Sam, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Audrey's parents are back from Bali. Looks like all the wishes are finally gone. And now, so are we," said Dean, heading off the bridge with Sam and Alex following him.

After a couple of steps, Dean stopped, causing Alex and Sam to stop as well.

"Hold on a second," said Dean.

He turned around to face his siblings and he took in a deep breath.

"You were right."

"About what?" asked Alex, looking just as confused as Sam looked too.

"I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the pit. Every single thing," explained Dean.

Alex sighed and looked at Dean sadly while Sam nodded.

"So, tell us about it," said Sam.

"No," said Dean.

"What? Why not?" asked Sam.

"I won't lie to you anymore. But I'm definitely not going to talk about it."

"Dean, look. You can't just shoulder this thing alone, you've gotta let us help," said Alex.

"How? Do you two really think that a little heart to heart, sharing and caring is gonna change anything? Huh? That it will somehow heal me? I'm not just talking about a bad day here," said Dean.

"We know that," said Sam.

"The things that I saw? There aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it's always in my head, forever. And I'm sorry, but neither one of you would understand. And I can never make you understand. So I'm sorry," said Dean, ending in a whisper.

Dean stood still for a few seconds before he continued walking on down the bridge. Alex looked at Sam sadly, tears in her eyes. Sam grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"It's all gonna be okay, Alex. I promise," whispered Sam.

Alex nodded sadly and they followed Dean down the bridge towards the Impala.

A few days later, Sam was playing pool at some seedy bar, drunk off his ass as he lost a lot of money.

"C'mon, man, just give me a chance to win it all back," pleaded Sam, looking at his tattooed opponent sadly.

The man shrugged.

"Fine. It's your cash to lose anyway," said Sam's opponent.

"Hey. My brother's a little too wasted to be making bets right now, don't you think?" asked Dean, approaching the pool table with Alex by his side.

The man shrugged as he looked at Dean.

"He insisted, man."

The man looked over at Alex, licking his lips as he looked her up and down a couple of times. Dean pushed Alex slightly behind him.

"Yeah, but you've already taken plenty of money from him, haven't you?" asked Dean, pointing over at Sam.

"C'mon, Dean, I'm fine," slurred Sam, grinning over at his siblings.

"No, you're not fine. You're drunk!" yelled Dean.

Sam just rolled his eyes as the man began setting all of the cue balls back into place in the middle of the pool table.

"Let's make it $500," wagered Sam, looking at his opponent.

"$500?" asked Dean, shocked at his brother's actions.

Sam held up the money as his opponent nodded.

"Sure," said the man.

Sam slammed the wad of bills down onto the side of the table and Dean and Alex sighed.

"Your break," called out the man, removing the triangle from the center of the table.

Dean and Alex took a seat at a table next to the pool table. Sam looked over at them, his eyebrows raised and Dean raised his eyebrows right back at Sam while Alex just winked over at her twin brother. Sam's opponent smirked cockily as Sam leaned forward, taking a long time to hit the balls. Once he hit the white cue ball, the rest of the balls went flying into separate pockets and the man's grin faded from his face. As Alex and Dean hid their smirks behind their glasses, Sam looked up and froze as he saw Ruby sitting at the corner of the bar, her head turned over her shoulder as she looked directly at Sam. Sam's eyes widened.

"Keep the money," said Sam, standing up straight as he headed for Ruby.

Dean and Alex looked over at Sam, shock and alarm on their faces as Sam walked around the pool table, throwing his stick in the middle of the table. Sam's opponent watched him leave. Dean threw up his hands in frustration.

"Keep the money? What-" began Dean, but trailed off as he watched Sam walk over to Ruby, who was still sitting at one end of the long bar.

Alex cursed under her breath as she followed Dean's gaze and finally saw Ruby as well. Dean headed over to Sam and Ruby before Alex could grab his arm and stop him. Just as Sam began to say hello to Ruby, Dean swooped in, his eyes accusing as he stared at Ruby.

"You know what, you've certainly got a hell of a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me," accused Dean.

"I just have some info for you three and then I'm gone," assured Ruby.

"Well what is it?" asked Alex, crossing her arms across her chest as she stared at Ruby with severe dislike and hatred.

"I'm hearing a few whispers," answered Ruby, looking straight at Sam and not Alex, who had asked the question.

Dean's eyes widened sarcastically.

"Ooh, great demon whisperers. That's really reliable," said Dean.

"A girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently some really heavy hitters are beginning to turn up," said Ruby, looking at Sam and completely ignoring Dean and Alex, who were now standing behind Sam.

"Why? Who is she?" asked Sam.

"I have no idea. But I'm thinking that she's important. Because the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do," said Ruby.

Sam nodded and glanced over at his siblings. Alex had four shots of tequila lined up in front of her, ready to down them all when Sam spoke up. Alex groaned, but turned around, listening to him.

"Look, maybe we should check this out."

Dean plastered on a fake smile as he looked over at Ruby. He held a large mug of beer in his hands, which was half full.

"Actually, we're currently working a case. But thanks," said Dean, winking at Ruby.

"What case?" asked Ruby, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Um, we've got lots of leads. Big leads."

"Sounds extremely dangerous."

"Yeah, well, it sure ain't chasing after some damn chick, who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important," finished Dean.

"I'm just delivering the news, you can do whatever you want with it. As far as I'm concerned, I told you and now, I'm done," said Ruby, climbing off of her high barstool and grabbing her purse from around the back of her barstool.

"Wait, wait, this hospital she escaped from. Got a name?" asked Sam, grabbing Ruby's arm and asking her one last question.

Dean drove down an old and darkened road later that night. Alex was curled up into the backseat of the Impala, sleeping as usual. Sam had placed his jacket over her arms as a makeshift blanket and Dean looked back at his little sister through the rearview mirror every now and again just to check on her.

"Well, can I have a copy of the missing persons report?" asked Sam, on the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone call spoke for a few more minutes, answering Sam's question. Sam nodded into the phone as the conversation neared an end.

"Okay, great. Yeah, okay, thanks," finished Sam, ending the call after his last sentence.

Sam took in a deep breath.

"Well, Anna Milton's definitely real," said Sam.

"That still doesn't mean the case is real, Sammy," argued Dean.

Sam glanced over at him.

"And this hospital's a freaking three day drive," complained Dean.

"You've driven further for less, Dean," argued Sam.

Sam stared over at Dean, a sarcastic smirk on his face as he scoffed.

"If you've got something to say, just say it already, Dean."

"Oh, I'm already saying it, this sucks."

Sam looked away from Dean and out the front window, rain pelting the windows.

"You're not pissed we're going after the girl, Dean, you're just pissed that Ruby threw us the tip."

"Right. Because as far as you're concerned, that hell bitch is practically family. Something major must have happened while I was downstairs because I come back and you're fucking best friends with a demon? Where was Alex during all of this? Oh, that's right, you left her all alone!" yelled Dean.

"I told you, Dean, she helped me to go after Lilith. And Alex and I were always in contact."

"Well thanks for the thumbnail, real vivid. Would you maybe like to fill in a little bit of detail for me?"

Dean glared over at Sam and Sam scoffed, glaring right back at Dean as well.

"Sure, Dean. Let's just go ahead and trade some stories. You first, how was Hell? And don't spare any of the details," said Sam.

He grinned sarcastically when Dean looked over at him, saying nothing. When Dean didn't answer, Sam looked ahead once again, flashing back to six months earlier.

Sam finished digging up the dirt with his bare hands, grunting as he did so. Once the hole was deep enough, he threw the box of items into the hole he had just finished digging with his bare hands, covering it back up as quickly as possible with the dirt he had just discarded off to the side of the hole. A bottle of straight whiskey was lying next to Sam, the bottle almost completely empty. Sam struggled to get up, but he pulled himself up off of the ground and into a standing position, grabbing the bottle and bringing it up to his chapped pink lips, downing the rest of it in one swallow. Sam looked around at the crossroads where he was standing, throwing out his arms and flinging his head back, yelling angrily.

"Come on! Where the hell are you?"

Sam threw the empty bottle of whiskey across the crossroads, barely hearing it land in a soft patch of grass a couple of feet away. He turned around and saw a man standing under the only streetlamp for miles, his hands in the pocket of his dress pants as he stared at Sam from under the glow of the streetlamp. He shrugged.

"Well, I was wondering if I should even come. I mean, you just shot one of my coworkers," yelled the man.

Sam began walking towards him, his steps a little wobbly since he was kind of drunk. The man just looked at him as Sam got closer and closer to him.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Sam, but you don't look so hot, buddy. I guess burying your brother just didn't agree with you. Where's that fine little sister of yours?" asked the man, his eyes flashing a bright red as he stood directly in front of Sam now.

Sam smirked sarcastically and held his arms out to his sides.

"Well," he said.

"Let me see that special knife of yours first," demanded the demon.

Sam didn't hesitate as he pulled Ruby's knife from his pocket, the moonlight glinting from it as he held it up and showed it the demon. Sam slammed it down into the wood post which rested slightly in front of him.

"There are no Devil's Traps either. I'm not here to play any fucking games," demanded Sam, his upper lip curved into a sneer as he stared at the demon, who began walking closer towards him.

"So let me guess. You want to make a deal. And round and round the Winchesters go. Well I'm sorry, Sam, but that's just not gonna happen."

The demon looked Sam straight in the face and Sam looked away, still smirking. When Sam looked back at the demon, he had an evil glint in his eyes. He grabbed Ruby's knife as quickly as possible and slammed it down into the man's hand. Blood dripped from the man's hand as he looked down at where the knife was stabbed into the top of his right hand.

"I don't want ten years. I don't even want one year. I don't want any candy. I want to trade places with Dean," ground out Sam, his teeth gritted together as he spoke.

The demon man shook his head adamantly.

"No."

"Just take me! It's a fair trade!" yelled Sam, his eyes looking crazy.

"No!" yelled back the man, breathing heavily and smiling evilly at Sam.

"Why not? Lilith wants me dead and now she can have me."

"Don't you understand, Sam? It's not about your freaking soul. Dean's in Hell, right where we want him. We've got everything just exactly the way that we want it. So if you wanna kill me, go right ahead! I've made peace with my Lord," seethed the demon.

Sam glared at the man, his face an emotionless mask.

Sam returned to the present now, glancing over at Dean quickly. Dean was focused on the road ahead of him and didn't feel Sam's gaze upon him. Sam turned around slightly to look at Alex sleeping peacefully in the backseat. He felt a pang of regret for leaving her when Dean was gone, but it quickly faded away as he took in her sleeping form. He knew that she had already forgiven him and he just had to not let it get to him and forgive himself for leaving her all alone. Sam turned back around to the front once again, watching as the rain came down harder and began pelting the front windshield, Dean's windshield wipers working into overdrive as they brushed the rain away.

"Of course. I want to help however I can," said a woman.

Dean, Alex, and Sam had finally reached the hospital two days later and were currently speaking to Anna Milton's therapist/psychologist who had seen her when she was being locked up in the psychiatric ward.

"So the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" asked Sam, staring at the woman who was currently standing in front of him.

"Apparently she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia, he doesn't even remember coming into her room," answered the psychologist.

"That's one hell of a right hook to knock out some guy that's got at least eighty pounds on her," said Dean.

The woman nodded.

"Well, we think she may have planned this, waiting behind the door for when he came in to give her the medicine she needed for the night," answered the psychologist.

She smiled politely at them and began leaving the empty room, the siblings following close behind her.

"Right. Um, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent," stated Alex, facing the woman as they all now stood in the middle of the empty hallway.

The woman nodded, her brown corkscrew curls bobbing around on her head as she did so.

"About two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted. Journalism major, lots of friends. A very bright future."

"So what happened, did she just flip or something?" asked Dean.

The woman sighed sadly.

"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions."

"What kind of delusions?" asked Sam, his head cocked to the side in extreme interest.

The woman paused before answering.

"She thought demons were everywhere."

The woman handed Sam a sketchbook that she was currently holding under her arm. Sam took it and glanced at the pictures that Anna had drawn.

"Huh," said Sam, flipping through the sketch book.

"Interesting," whispered Alex.

"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real," said the woman, watching as the three siblings looked at Anna's sketchbook.

"Now, that's just plain batty," joked Dean, his fake smile plastered onto his face.

Sam, Alex, and Dean looked surprised as Sam flipped to the next drawing and saw a picture depicting the Rising of the Witnesses. Sam gulped discreetly as he flipped to the next picture Anna had drawn, which depicted the rising of Samhain on Halloween. Alex pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth as she took in Anna's sketches with her brothers right beside her, taking them in as well.

"That's Revelations," remarked Dean, glancing at his siblings.

Sam and Alex nodded, still staring at Anna's sketchpad.

"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o-lanterns?" asked the psychologist, nodding towards the picture.

Dean smirked.

"It's, um, a little known translation," he answered while Sam cleared his throat.

"Mm-hmm. Well, Anna's father was a church deacon and when she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced that the devil was about to rise up and end the world. So I really hope you find her. It's incredibly dangerous for her to be out there alone in this crazy world right now," said the psychologist, smiling gently over at the three siblings.

Sam, Alex, and Dean nodded at her as she turned around and walked off down the hall of Ward 42.

The three siblings walked up the front porch steps of the Milton family's little green house quickly, Sam reaching out and knocking on the door as soon as they were close enough to reach it. There wasn't an immediate response so Dean tried again after a couple of minutes, knocking a little bit harder and louder than Sam had knocked. Alex and Sam stood behind Dean and they glanced around the front yard. Alex took in the two silver cars parked in the driveway, indicating that the Miltons were home.

"Well, maybe they're not actually home," said Dean, attempting to peer in through the small pieces of glass in the front door.

"Both cars are in the driveway," answered Alex, sounding bored as she continued looking around them.

Dean sighed, but reached a hand out and pushed on the doorknob. The door opened easily, indicating that it was unlocked and had been the whole entire time they were standing there. Sam and Alex shrugged as Dean looked back at them for an answer or an explanation, which neither one of them had at the moment. Dean turned his attention back to the front door and slowly pushed it all the way open, listening to it creak as he pushed it open gently.

"Mr. and Mrs. Milton?" called out Dean, stepping over the wooden threshold and fully into the house as Sam and Alex followed behind him.

"We're here from the sheriff's department," yelled Sam, closing the front door shut behind him since he was the last one entering the house.

He shut the door behind him gently.

"Just wanted to ask you a couple of questions," said Sam.

He heard the door close as he looked off to his right, seeing a man lying on the floor of the living room. A woman was lying right beside the man on the floor and Sam groaned as he saw the pools of blood next to each body. Dean and Alex walked in behind Sam and looked at the dead couple, Mr. and Mrs. Milton. Sam crouched down next to the dead woman and saw a white substance lying beside her. He stuck his finger into the substance, sniffing it. The scent was so strong that Sam winced once he took a whiff of the white substance.

"Sulfur," he said, rubbing it off of his fingers.

Alex and Dean nodded sadly.

"The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl…" trailed off Sam.

"Yeah, they want her. And they're not screwing around either," said Dean.

Alex nodded as she walked over to the nearest end table in the living room, flipping through the stack of mail that was resting there.

"Where's Anna though?" asked Alex.

She set the mail back down and watched as Sam stood up from his crouch. He walked over to the dining room where some pictures were placed on the mantle of the fireplace. He picked a framed picture up, looking at it quizzically.

"Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?" asked Sam, looking over at Dean as he held the framed photo in his grasp.

Dean nodded and dug around in his jacket.

"Let me see 'em," said Sam, walking over to Dean.

Alex walked over to join her brothers in the area between the living room and the dining room. Dean handed over the sketches to Sam.

"Check this out," said Sam.

He flipped through the sketches until he found the one he was looking for. He pointed to it and set it down on the dining room table. He set the photo he was holding down next to the sketch.

"She was drawing the window of her church," remarked Dean.

"Yeah, over and over again," whispered Alex.

"If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?" asked Sam.

Dean and Alex didn't answer, but Dean led the way out of the Milton house, heading for the church.

The three siblings headed into the church, on the lookout for Anna Milton. They quickly checked the first floor, but didn't find her so Sam led the way up the stairs to the second floor. They walked into a large room, almost like an attic. All kinds of junk was piled along the sides of the room as they searched for Anna, their guns raised the whole time.

"Dean. Alex," whispered Sam, discretely pointing towards the other side of the room.

A shadow was behind the stained glass door in the room and the three siblings slowly inched toward the door. They stuck their guns in the waistband of their jeans as they walked forward, not wanting to scare Anna off.

"Anna?" called out Sam.

"We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help you," said Alex.

"My name is Sam. And these are my siblings, Dean and Alex."

"Sam?" asked Anna, still hidden behind the door as she spoke.

Dean, Alex, and Sam looked taken aback as she spoke again.

"Not Sam Winchester."

The siblings exchanged curious glances.

"Um, yeah," answered Sam.

They all listened and waited as Anna finally stepped out into the open. She had flaming red hair and was as skinny as Alex. She looked very pale and had a curious look on her face.

"And you're Dean and Alex. It's really you three. Oh my God," said Anna, stepping forward.

"The angels talk about you, Dean. I can't believe it, you're the Dean Winchester. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out and some of the angels think that you can help save us," said Anna, finally reaching the three siblings.

She looked over at Sam next.

"And some of them don't like you at all."

Alex hid a chuckle as Sam's face fell with Anna's words. Anna looked at Alex curiously.

"They talk about you three all the time lately. I feel like I know you so well," said Anna, hesitantly.

"So you talk to angels?" asked Alex.

Anna shook her head quickly.

"Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of… overhear them," explained Anna.

"You overhear them?" asked Sam, looking down at Anna.

"Um, yeah. They talk and sometimes, I just… hear them in my head," whispered Anna, looking down at the floor as she spoke.

"Like… right now?" asked Dean, raising his eyebrows.

"Not right this second, no. But a lot. And I can't shut them out because there's just so many of them."

"So they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you're just tuning in to angel radio?" asked Dean, a small smile on his face.

A look of pure relief washed over Anna's features as she sighed.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Anna, when did the voice start exactly? Do you even remember?" asked Alex.

"I can tell you exactly. September 18th."

Alex and Sam looked over at Dean.

"The day I got out of Hell," said Dean.

"The first words I heard. Clear as a bell. 'Dean Winchester is saved,'" said Anna, nodding.

Sam nodded along with her.

"So what do you think?" asked Dean, glancing over at his siblings.

"This is above my pay grade, man," said Sam.

Alex nodded in agreement with Sam as she bit her lip nervously.

"Well, at least now we happen to know why the demons want you so bad," said Dean, looking over at Anna and forcing a very small smile onto his face.

Anna looked at him, a little confused.

"When they get a hold of you, they can hear what the other side's planning. You're 1-900-ANGEL," joked Dean.

Anna's smile broadened and the three siblings couldn't help but smile back at her gently.

"Hey, um, do you three know if my parents are okay? I didn't go home. I was afraid," explained Anna.

As the siblings' faces fell in sadness, a loud crash sounded from behind them. They all turned to look as Ruby entered the room, breathing heavily.

"You've got the girl? Good, let's go," she demanded.

Anna began flipping out, running backwards and away from Ruby.

"Her face!" yelled Anna.

"No, Anna, it's okay, it's okay. She's here to help," reassured Sam, holding a hand up towards Anna to calm her down.

"Yeah, let's not be so sure," muttered Alex, glaring over at Ruby.

Ruby just ignored her snide comment.

"We have to hurry."

"Why?" asked Dean, standing his ground against Ruby.

"Because a demon's coming, big-time. Look, we can fight later, Dean."

"Oh, that's pretty convenient, showing up right when we find the girl with some… big wig on your tail," argued Dean, rolling his eyes.

"Look, I didn't bring him here, you three did," fought back Ruby.

"What?" asked Alex.

"He followed you from the girl's house, we gotta go now," argued Ruby.

"Dean. Sam," whispered Alex.

Dean and Sam looked over at Alex and to where she was pointing. There was a statue of the Virgin Mother Mary placed in the corner of the large room they were currently standing in. The statue's eyes were closed, but blood was dripping from them. Ruby also looked at the bleeding statue.

"It's too late. He's here," whispered Ruby.

Sam nodded and took action. He grabbed Anna's left arm and led her into the opposite corner of the room.

"Come with me," he urged.

He led her to a closet located way in the back of the large room as Dean walked closer to the statue, watching the blood fall from its eyes. Alex stood behind him, biting her lip nervously and looking from Dean to the stairs every few seconds. Sam shut the closet door on Anna.

"Anna, stay in there and don't move," he ordered in a whisper.

"Okay," answered Anna, watching Sam close the door on her.

Sam rejoined his siblings and Ruby in the middle of the large attic room, pulling out a large silver flask of holy water. Ruby shook her head from behind him.

"No, Sam. You've gotta pull him right away."

"Whoa, hold on a second," argued Dean.

Ruby whirled around to face him, practically yelling at him.

"Look, now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going dark side. He does this thing, he exorcizes that demon or we all die."

Dean looked from Ruby to Sam. Sam tucked his silver flask of holy water back into his pocket, a pained look on his face. He glanced at Alex, who was standing beside Dean, but somewhat behind him as well. She gave him a small but encouraging smile and Sam nodded, turning back around and facing the stairs to wait for this demon. As they all waited, they heard the footsteps on the stairs as they creaked loudly. The door crashed open with pure force as the demon stepped inside the room, an evil smirk planted on his middle-aged face. He walked into the room and stood a few feet away from Sam. Sam took a deep breath and held up his palm, his forehead scrunching as he concentrated on exorcizing this demon. The demon's eyes turned a milky white and he held a hand up to his throat. After a few seconds, he let out a small cough and his eyes turned back to a normal color. Sam's eyes widened in shock as he lowered his palm.

"That tickles," said the demon.

He chuckled as he stalked towards Sam, wagging his finger.

"You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam."

The demon raised his hand and curled his fingers. Sam flew down the stairs, crying out as he flew down them. Dean pulled out Ruby's knife and ran towards the very powerful demon, but the demon grabbed his arm as Dean raised his arm to stab him. The demon smiled in Dean's face as Dean struggled to become free from the man's grasp.

"Hello again, Dean."

Dean's eyes widened as the demon head-butted him, knocking him against the wall. The demon began laying punches on Dean's face. Alex looked around the room and noticed that Ruby was nowhere in sight. She groaned and cursed under her breath as she ran for the closet.

"Shit. Anna!" yelled Alex.

"Don't you recognize me? I mean, we were so close. In Hell," said the demon, looking down at Dean's now bloody nose.

"Alistair," whispered Dean.

Alistair chuckled and went to punch Dean in the face again as Sam ran back into the room, Ruby's knife clutched in his fist as he ran towards Alistair. He nailed Alistair right in the left shoulder and Alistair grabbed the knife handle in his shoulder, smirking evilly.

"You're gonna have to try a little bit harder than that, son."

Alistair pushed Sam away from him and reached for the knife in his shoulder with both of his hands, trying to pull it from his shoulder. Sam ran over to Dean and looked him over. Alex came running back into the room and looked at them as they looked behind her. She whirled around and saw the large stained glass window behind her that Sam and Dean were eyeballing. The boys nodded and Alex waited behind as they jumped out of the window first. She followed quickly after them and they landed on the front lawn of the church, running away as fast as possible.

Sam winced as Alex pulled another shard of glass from his arm. She poked around in the gash and nodded.

"Alright, Sammy. You ready to be stitched up, baby?" asked Alex.

Sam nodded and Alex grabbed the needle from beside her leg. She climbed on top of Sam's lap so she could reach the gash on his arm better. Sam held onto her hips as she began sewing his wound shut. He winced and groaned with every stitch and Alex rolled her eyes.

"Sammy, calm down. I'm almost done, you big baby."

Sam nodded and Alex made the final stitch, tugging a little too hard on Sam's tender skin. He cried out and Alex rolled off of him to the side, finishing her work as she sat beside him now. Dean spit into the bathroom sink, blood coating the bottom of the sink. He swished some more water in his mouth, breathing heavily. He looked at Alex through the bathroom mirror.

"Are you almost done?" he called out.

Alex nodded as she placed a large patch of gauze on Sam's wound. She cleaned off the blood around Sam's arm with a damp washcloth.

"'Cause you know, I've got a dislocated shoulder over here," said Dean, walking into the bedroom area.

"Yeah, I'm well aware. I'll pop it back for you in a few seconds, Dean," said Alex.

Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey from off of the kitchen table and gulped it down, Alex standing up as she was finally finished dressing Sam's wound. She scrunched up her nose at Sam's bloody shirt.

"You might wanna change shirts there, big guy," she directed.

Sam nodded and looked at Dean, holding out his hand for the bottle of whiskey.

"Give me that," demanded Sam.

Dean handed it over and Sam drank from it greedily.

"God, imagine if you two bozos had to stitch yourselves up. Without me, you'd be completely lost," said Alex.

She dug around in Sam's clothes and threw him a new shirt, which Sam caught with his free hand.

"So we lost the magic knife, huh?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, I lost it saving your ass," argued Sam.

Dean nodded and Alex walked back over to join them.

"Who in the hell was that damn demon anyway?" asked Alex, placing her hands on her hips as she looked between her two brothers.

Dean shook his head, pursing his lips.

"No one good. We've gotta find Anna," said Dean.

"Well, I tried to grab her back there, but Ruby got there first," said Alex.

"If Ruby's got her, I'm sure she's just fine," said Sam.

He winced as he stood up and he looked at Dean.

"Alright, c'mon. Let's pop your shoulder back into place, big brother," said Alex, looking at her oldest brother.

Sam stood behind Alex as Dean leaned forward, placing his right hand on the place where Sam had been sitting down only moments before. He prepared himself for the onslaught of pain that was coming his way as Alex grabbed his dislocated shoulder, Sam standing behind her, watching.

"Alright, on three," warned Alex.

She looked back at Sam, who nodded discretely.

"One," counted Alex.

"Fuck!" yelled Dean, feeling Alex pull his shoulder back into place after she counted to one and not three.

Dean grimaced and groaned as he walked away from the bed in immense pain. He walked back into the bathroom as Sam and Alex sat down on the bed Dean had just vacated. Sam grabbed the bottle of whiskey and began drinking some more of it as Alex rolled her eyes at the two of them.

"Are you sure about Ruby? I mean, I think it's just as likely that she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us," said Dean, turning around and looking at his siblings as he spoke.

"No, she wouldn't do that. She took Anna to keep her safe someplace," answered Sam.

Dean scoffed, holding an icepack up to his shoulder.

"Yeah, okay. So why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?"

"Because that freaking demon is probably still watching us right now. Waiting to follow us right back to Anna again, that's why he let us go in the first place."

Dean chuckled darkly.

"You call this letting us go?"

"Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why for now, we just have to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us," argued Sam.

"Yeah, and how's she gonna do that, huh?" asked Dean, looking at himself in the mirror.

Alex bit her lip as she listened to her brothers' conversation. She glanced down at the somewhat large gash that she had suffered from jumping through the window earlier. It was on her side, but neither Sam nor Dean had noticed because her jacket was covering it up. A piece of stained glass was stuck in her side and her wound had begun to bleed again due to the effort Alex had put into popping Dean's shoulder back into place, and it was now bleeding pretty profusely. Alex had planned to take care of it alone when she went to shower, but now Sam and Dean were arguing and she was feeling a little bit dizzy from the blood loss. Dean turned around once again, looking back at Sam. Neither one of them noticed Alex getting paler.

"Why do you trust her so much, Sammy?" asked Dean, looking at his little brother.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dean, I already told you."

Dean threw the ice pack on the bathroom counter, walking towards Sam now.

"Sam, you've gotta do better than that. Look, I'm not trying to pick a fight here, I really just want to understand. But I need to know more, I mean, I deserve to know more," argued Dean.

Sam wouldn't look Dean in the eyes.

"Because. She saved my life," said Sam.

Sam walked down the hall of the motel, trying to find the right room that belonged to him. He stumbled around a little, drunk as usual. He opened his motel room door and walked inside slowly, stopping once he was in the middle of the room. He felt strange, as if something was off. He turned to the left and was decked in the face by some man. The man hit him in the face and Sam fell backwards. The man grabbed Sam's arms and held him back as a blonde woman appeared from the shadows of the room. She kneed Sam repeatedly in the stomach as the man held Sam back. The woman patted Sam down and smirked once she found Ruby's knife in the back pocket of Sam's jeans.

"Thanks for keeping this warm for me, Sam," she said, pulling the knife from him and coming back around to stand in front of him once again.

"Ruby," whispered Sam.

"It's nice to be back. Where I was, even for Hell, it was nasty. I guess I really just pissed Lilith off, huh? So imagine my relief when she gave me one last chance. A ticket topside. And all I had to do was find you and kill you," explained Ruby.

Sam glanced down at the knife in her hands.

"Fine. Go ahead," said Sam, breaking free of the man's hold and stepping up close to Ruby, getting right in her face and staring her down.

"Do it," urged Sam.

He closed his eyes as Ruby raised the knife. But a few seconds later, Sam heard the cries of the man beside him. Sam's eyes popped open in shock as he watched the demon man fall to the floor, dead from Ruby's stabbing. Ruby looked at Sam, breathing heavily.

"Grab your keys, we gotta go. Now," said Ruby.

Sam's eyes widened.

Alex grimaced in more pain as she held her palm over her wound, listening to Sam's story. She felt the blood trickle onto her palm, so she slowly stood up, trying to head for the bathroom. Dean and Sam looked over at her as she stood up. Their faces looked concerned as she struggled to walk to the bathroom.

"Alex, what's wrong?" asked Dean, standing up and walking over to her.

Alex tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace of pain as Dean looked down at her palm, which was covering up her wound.

"Fuck, Alex. Why didn't you say anything?" asked Dean.

Sam ran over to them and grimaced as he saw the wound.

"It wasn't this bad until after I overexerted myself helping you two idiots," whispered Alex.

Dean chuckled as he led Alex over to the bed. He gently pulled off her jacket and whistled as he saw the blood seeping through Alex's white shirt. Sam grabbed the needle and first aid kit to stitch it up. He knelt down beside Alex as she removed her shirt so Sam could fix her up. Dean looked around for the whiskey bottle and spotted it, but it was empty. He cursed and looked back over at Alex with apologetic eyes.

"Baby girl, we're out of whiskey. You're gonna have to handle this one on your own, alright?"

Alex nodded and gripped Dean's hand in hers tightly. Dean held onto her hand as Sam pulled the shard of glass from her wound. Alex grimaced, but didn't make a sound as Sam quickly threaded the needle, looking up at Alex.

"Okay, here we go, little sister," said Sam.

Alex nodded as Sam began sewing up her side.

"Holy fuck!" yelled Alex, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

"I'm so sorry, Lex," whispered Dean, holding onto her hand tightly.

Dean glanced over at Sam.

"Hurry it up, Sammy," whispered Dean, through gritted teeth.

"I'm hurrying as fast as I can here, Dean," whispered back Sam, Alex's blood all over his hands.

After a few more minutes, Sam finally had the wound all stitched up. He put a large piece of gauze over it and Alex laid down on the bed, breathing heavily. Dean leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"You're such a trooper, little sister."

Alex smiled weakly and Sam re-entered the room from the bathroom, his hands clean of Alex's blood. He sat down next to her and smiled down at her.

"You got any other battle wounds we should know about?" teased Sam.

Alex rolled her eyes and punched his arm.

"No, I'm good. Continue on with your Ruby story, please, Sam," said Alex.

Sam chuckled, but launched back into his tale.

Sam drove the Impala down a dark old highway, Ruby smirking at him from the passenger seat.

"You know what sounds good right about now? French fries," said Ruby.

Sam didn't even look at her as he kept his eyes focused on the road in front of him.

"I'm starving. I just escaped Hell, I deserve a treat."

Sam still said nothing.

"You know, a thank you would be nice."

"Who asked for your help?" rasped out Sam, not looking at Ruby as he spoke.

"You have no idea what the hell I've been through. When Lilith gets pissed off, she gets really creative. Do you want to hear about the corners of Hell I've seen, Sam?"

"No, I don't."

"And the things I had to do to convince her I was sorry? That I could be trusted?"

"Well, this will definitely get you a fat Christmas bonus," shot back Sam.

"Very funny. I'm a fugitive for you, Sam. I took all of this risk to get back to you, so yeah, I deserve a fucking thank you."

"Who asked you to save me?"

"I'm just trying to help."

"Can you help me save Dean?" asked Sam.

Ruby paused for a few seconds.

"No. Nothing I know of is powerful enough to do that."

Sam nodded and quickly jerked the wheel off to the left, pulling the car over on the side of the road. He looked at Ruby as he spoke.

"Then I have no use for you. Get out."

"Sam-"

"Whose body are you riding, Ruby?"

"What do you care, you've never asked me that before."

"Well, I'm asking now."

Ruby looked at him, pausing briefly before she answered.

"Some secretary."

Sam nodded.

"Let her go," he ordered.

"Sam-"

"Or I send you right back to Hell," threatened Sam, venom lacing his tone.

The next day, Sam sat in the old abandoned house he was squatting in, holding his phone to his ear and cleaning one of his favorite guns.

"I know, Alex, I'll be careful. You know I'm always careful. Okay, I love you too. Goodbye, sis."

Sam hung up his cell phone and set it down beside him. As he reached to place a bullet in his gun, a knock sounded on his front door. Sam grabbed his loaded shotgun and headed for the front door. He gently pulled it open and saw Ruby standing there, in a brand new body. She held up a piece of paper to Sam.

"Proof that this body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud," said Ruby, handing Sam the certificate and then pushing past him into the house.

Sam shut the front door.

"You grabbed a coma patient?" he asked.

"You didn't want me to take a body with someone in it and I made sure that this spirit was gone. The apartment was empty. You happy now?" asked Ruby.

"Why are you here?" asked Sam, following Ruby into the kitchen area where he was all set up.

Ruby leaned her hip against the table and looked over at him.

"Look, I can't bring Dean back. But I can get you something else that you want."

Sam scoffed from his place in the entryway. He walked into the kitchen and set the shotgun down on the kitchen table across from Ruby.

"And, um, what's that?" smirked Sam, setting down the certificate Ruby had given him and picking up his bottle of whiskey.

"Lilith," answered Ruby.

Sam stared her down, his smirk long gone.

"So you want me to use my psychic whatever?"

"Look, I know that it spooks you-"

"Just skip the speech, alright? I'm ready."

Ruby stared at him strangely, not expecting Sam to agree that easily.

"Let's go," said Sam.

"Whoa, slow down there, cowboy."

"Look, just tell me what I have to do."

Ruby sat down in a vacant chair and grabbed an almost empty bottle of whiskey, bringing it to her lips and taking a small drink from it.

"Lilith is one scary bitch. When I was in the pit, there was all kinds of talk. She's cooking up something big, apocalyptic big."

"So let's kill her," sneered Sam.

"You wanna go in there and half-ass it like before? We have the time to get it right, so let's get it right this time, Sam."

"Okay. So what do you want from me?" asked Sam, chugging the last of his whiskey bottle.

"Well, a little patience would certainly be nice. And sobriety. Promise me that and I will teach you every single thing I know."

Sam looked over at Dean on his bed.

"So. What'd she teach you?" asked Dean, holding a glass of whiskey in his hands as he looked at his little brother.

Sam took in a deep breath. He glanced beside him at Alex, who was sound asleep, her chest rising and falling as she slept soundly beside him.

"Well, the first thing she taught me was… that I'm a crappy student," answered Sam.

Sam stared at the demon that was sitting in front of him, tied to a chair and looking up at him. Ruby nodded at Sam from behind the man. Sam held up his palm and focused, exorcizing the demon from this man's body. The black smoke began to emerge from the man's mouth, but it suddenly flew back in. Ruby's eyes widened from behind the man as Sam hung his head. The demon man smirked over at Sam. Sam began trying again, wiping the smirk from the man's face as Ruby walked around to stand in front of the demon, wielding her knife. Sam concentrated as hard as he could, sweat dotting his forehead and blood dripping from his nose, but it was all just too much. Sam grabbed his head as a massive headache overtook him. The demon began laughing hysterically. Ruby stalked forward slowly and stabbed the demon straight in his mouth, silencing him forever.

"Not funny," she whispered.

An hour or so later, Sam threw the shovel down onto the kitchen table as he grabbed a bottle of aspirin from his duffel bag. He poured three out into his palm and dry swallowed them.

"Just give it time, Sam. It will get better," encouraged Ruby, standing directly behind Sam.

Sam threw the aspirin bottle off to the side of the table, whirling around and laughing sarcastically at Ruby.

"What? I need more practice?" laughed Sam, chugging the whiskey he had left in his bottle.

"I'm not talking about pulling demons, Sam. I know losing Dean is-"

"Hey. I don't want to talk about it," warned Sam, pointing at Ruby and giving her a threatening glare.

"You know what? Where do you get off slapping me with that greeting card, time heals crap, what the hell do you even know at all?" asked Sam, his tone full of hatred and venom.

"I used to be human, you know. And I still remember what it feels like to lose someone," said Ruby, stepping closer to Sam until she was standing directly in front of him.

"I'm sorry," said Ruby, placing a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam just shrugged it off.

"Uh-huh. Don't," whispered Sam.

"I can't," whispered Sam, his leg bouncing up and down.

"Oh, Sam, but you're not alone," cried Ruby.

She took the last few steps forward and smashed her lips onto his. Sam responded for a few seconds, but then he pushed her away, walking across the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, not turning around to look at her.

"Sam, it's okay!" yelled Ruby.

Sam pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"No, that is anything but okay!"

Sam wiped his lips off with the back of his hand and reached into his pocket, feeling the sudden urge to speak to his twin sister in the middle of the night.

"What's wrong?" asked Ruby.

"What's wrong? Where do I even start, huh?"

Sam threw his phone back into his pocket and decided to call Alex later. Ruby walked forward into the room where Sam was sitting on the old couch.

"Is it because of my body? Because I told you, it's all me inside of here," said Ruby.

She removed her leather jacket and got down on her knees in front of Sam. She rested her hands on his upper thighs and grabbed his hand, pushing it under her t-shirt.

"There's no one else under here. And it's nice inside this body, Sam."

Sam pulled his forehead away from hers and closed his eyes, taking in a few deep breaths.

"Soft. And warm," whispered Ruby, pushing Sam's hand farther up her shirt.

"What are you doing, Ruby?" asked Sam.

"Isn't it because you're really scared to go there with a demon? Because it's wrong and it's bad and we shouldn't," urged Ruby, licking Sam's earlobe.

Sam grit his teeth to fight his primal urges, but he was already gone. He removed his hand from Ruby's shirt and grabbed the sides of her head, pulling her to his lips. She climbed on his lap, moaning into his mouth as they kissed passionately. Sam pulled Ruby's shirt over her head quickly and Ruby made quick work of Sam's shirt as well.

"Sam," said Dean.

Sam looked over at his brother, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?" asked Sam.

"Way too much information," said Dean.

Sam shook his head.

"Hey, I told you I was coming clean."

"Well, yeah, but now I feel extremely dirty," said Dean, throwing back a shot of whiskey.

"Okay. Well, um, brain stabbing imagery aside, so far all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, fucked you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad," said Dean.

"Yeah, well, there's more to the story, Dean," said Sam.

Dean nodded, leaning forward in his seat.

"Just… skip all of the nudity, alright? Please?" pleaded Dean.

Sam nodded.

"Um, pretty soon after… that, um, I put together some signs. Omens."

"Saying what?" asked Dean, throwing back another shot of straight whiskey.

"Lilith was in town."

Dean's eyebrows rose and Sam nodded.

"And I wanted to strike her first."

Sam shrugged on his jacket as he walked towards Ruby.

"But you're not ready yet," argued Ruby, staring at Sam.

"It's now or never," argued Sam, raising his eyebrows at her and zipping up his jacket.

"No, we've gotta wait until you get it right. You haven't been too successful, you know."

"Alright then. I'll use this," said Sam, reaching for Ruby's knife that was resting on top of the table.

Ruby grabbed his wrist, stopping him from picking up the knife.

"Just stop. You can't just fly in there recklessly, Sam, we need you to take that bitch out."

Sam smirked.

"Oh, I'll take her out, alright"

"We get one shot. And you're it," said Ruby, releasing her grasp on Sam's wrist.

"You're the only one who can do it, Sam. So if she kills you first…"

Ruby let her sentence trail off as she just stared at Sam. Sam stared back at her.

"What?"

"You don't want to survive this."

Sam scoffed.

"Come on."

"It's just like a kamikaze attack, you want to die fighting Lilith."

"That's stupid," remarked Sam, walking around the table and heading down the hallway with Ruby hot on his trail.

"No, that's the truth. Because if you kill her and you survive this, then you have to go on without your brother."

Ruby threw herself in front of Sam's path, blocking the front door from him.

"This isn't what Dean would've wanted, this isn't what he died for."

"Get out of my way."

"No, Sam. This is suicide!" yelled Ruby.

She stepped towards Sam quickly, but he grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, holding the knife against her throat. He stared at her as he opened the door and walked outside, leaving Ruby alone in the house.

Sam stopped in front of the house that Lilith was currently staying in. He saw her through the large window that looked into the house. His gaze became one of determination as he walked up to the front door, slowly pulling it open. He quietly shut the front door behind him as he held the knife in his left hand, opening a closet door beside him and making sure no one was hiding in there. When he saw that it was clear in the closet, Sam made his way into the living room. As he crept around the corner, he saw a little girl sitting at her dining room table. Sam crept up to the little girl, whose back was towards him. When he was only a few feet away, the little girl whirled around, facing him. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.

"Please, I just wanna go home!" she cried to Sam.

Sam looked at her curiously when someone grabbed him from behind, knocking the knife from his hands. The knife fell to the floor and the man holding onto someone threw him against the wall. Another man stood beside the Sam, watching as the first man held Sam against the wall. Sam glanced down at the knife on the floor and then looked back at the man holding him to the wall. Suddenly, the knife was picked up and Ruby sliced the second man's throat quickly. The first man whirled around to look at her and Ruby looked back at Sam.

"Take the girl and run!" she demanded of Sam.

Sam nodded and as Ruby fought the man, Sam scooped the little girl up into his arms, heading for the kitchen. Once Sam had put the girl in a safe place, he ran back into the living room. Ruby was pinned to the wall by the man, who had a hold of her throat. Sam held up his palm and concentrated, trying to exorcize the demon from the man's body. Sam's nose began bleeding, but black smoke poured from the man's mouth. As the demon left his body, the man fell to the floor, the black smoke seeping through the floor and disappearing.

"Sam," whispered Ruby, looking over at him.

"I'm okay. Thanks," answered back Sam.

Ruby nodded.

Alex patted Sam's knee as she sat next to him on the bed, listening to him finish his story.

"Ruby came back for me. Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me, it's what you would've said, Dean. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here right now," said Sam.

Dean looked down at the floor, so Sam looked over at Alex. Alex gave him a small smile, squeezing his knee. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Sam smiled back at her and the three of them looked over at the door as a knock sounded on it.

"Housekeeping," said the woman at the door.

"Not now," hollered back Dean.

"Sir, I've got clean towels," said the woman.

Dean stood up, walking over to the door. He pulled it open and a larger black woman stood in front of him, holding three clean towels.

"Can't you just leave them at the door?" asked Dean.

The woman handed him the towels and pushed past him to enter the room. The door shut behind her as the siblings watched her in confusion as she closed all of the curtains and blinds over the windows. She unfolded a piece of paper and handed it to Sam.

"I'm at this address."

Sam looked at her, a smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked her.

"Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car. Don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."

A look of comprehension passed over Sam's features.

"Ruby?" he asked the woman.

"Okay, yes, I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me," said Ruby, throwing her hands on her hips as she stared down Sam.

"What about-"

"Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back in the cabin with Anna, so I've gotta hurry back. I'll see you when you get there. Now go!" yelled Ruby, pointing towards the bathroom window.

Ruby walked swiftly from the room. Dean looked at Sam and Alex once the door shut. Alex just shrugged and winced as she stood up, feeling a slight sting from the cut in her side. She shrugged on her jacket and followed her brothers out of the room.

Ruby opened the door for the three of them as they stood in front of the cabin.

"Glad you could make it," she said, letting them inside.

"Yeah, thanks," said Sam, leading the way inside the cabin.

Anna was sitting on an old leather loveseat as the siblings stood in front of her.

"Anna, are you okay?" asked Sam.

Anna nodded.

"Yeah, I think so. Ruby's not like the other demons. She saved my life," said Anna, smiling warmly over at Ruby.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, we hear she does that," remarked Alex, glancing over at Ruby.

Dean looked over at her too.

"I guess Alex and I, uh…"

Dean cleared his throat as Ruby crossed her arms over her chest, watching him.

"You know," said Dean.

"What?" asked Ruby.

"I guess we owe you… for Sam. And I just wanted… you know," finished Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Don't strain yourself, Dean," quipped Ruby.

Dean nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay then. Is the moment over?" asked Dean.

Ruby nodded and Dean looked back towards his siblings and Anna.

"Good because that was super awkward," said Dean.

Alex looked over at Ruby, a gentle smile on her face.

"Thank you, Ruby," said Alex.

Ruby nodded in understanding and Alex looked back between her brothers and Anna. Sam chuckled at Dean's lack of comfort with thanking Ruby for saving his life.

"Hey, Sam? Do you think it would be safe to make a quick call? Just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked out," remarked Anna.

Alex looked at Sam and Dean, who looked at her. She took her bottom lip between her teeth nervously. Anna's face fell as she took in their expressions and hesitation to look over at her.

"Um…" began Sam, trailing off.

"What?" asked Anna, whispering it.

Sam let out a long sigh and Dean looked down at the floor. Alex took the initiative and sat down next to Anna on the loveseat.

"Anna, um… Your parents…"

"What about them?" asked Anna, the tears beginning to fill her voice as she realized what was coming next.

"I'm really sorry, Anna," apologized Alex, looking at her sadly.

"No, they're not…"

"Anna, I'm so sorry," whispered Alex, looking at Anna sadly.

Anna burst into tears, burying her face in her lap as she cried and cried. She held her face in her hands as she sobbed, rocking her body back and forth.

"Why is this happening to me?" asked Anna.

"I don't know," answered Alex, placing a comforting hand on Anna's shoulder.

Suddenly, Anna sat back up, her tears turning into gasps. She looked to her right as if someone was there, but no one was over on that side of her. Alex's hand fell from Anna's shoulder in shock.

"They're coming," said Anna.

Alex looked over at her brothers just as the lights began flickering.

"Back room," said Dean, pointing to the adjacent room.

Ruby made sure the front door of the cabin was locked while the siblings led Anna to the back room of the cabin. Alex made sure Anna was situated and she headed back out into the main room of the cabin. Sam and Dean were already back in the room, unloading an arsenal of weapons from the duffel bag Dean had brought with him. He tossed Alex a loaded shotgun and she caught it effortlessly. Ruby began searching for the knife, but couldn't find it.

"Where's the knife?" she asked, looking up at them.

The siblings exchanged knowing glances.

"Um, about that," began Dean.

"You're kidding!" yelled Ruby, standing up straight from her crouch.

Dean shook his head.

"Hey, don't look at me," said Dean, nodding towards Sam.

Sam scoffed.

"Thanks a lot, bro."

Dean gave Sam a sarcastic smile and turned his attention back to the front door. Ruby shook her head.

"Great, that's just great. Impeccable timing, guys, just really," said Ruby.

She turned around when a loud sound began coming from the other door in the front room. Dean ran to stand between Alex and Sam as the sound became louder. The cabin began to creak and rattle as the floorboards began shaking. The door suddenly flung open and they all flinched back, hiding their faces. Once the whistling of the wind died down, they all looked back to the front door. The fluttering of wings sounded nearby and only a few seconds later, Castiel walked through the cabin's door. Uriel walked in right behind him and Ruby's eyes flashed to black.

"Please God, tell me you're here to help," cried Dean.

"We've been having fucking demon issues all day here," yelled Alex.

"Well, we can see that," stated Uriel, nodding to Ruby as her eyes turned back into a normal color.

"Care to explain why you have that stain in the room?" asked Uriel, looking at Ruby with sincere hatred and disdain.

Dean looked down at Ruby, not really sure how to answer Uriel's question.

"We're here for Anna," explained Castiel.

They looked at the angels with confusion etched on their faces.

"Here for her like… here for her?" asked Dean.

"Stop talking. Give her to us. Now," demanded Uriel.

"Are you going to help her?" asked Sam.

Castiel looked at all of them briefly before answering.

"No. She must die."