Sam's P.O.V.

"Hey thanks for doing this for me." I said, offering Ash a small smile and rocking back on my heels.

"Man, you don't have to thank me. I do what I do, but also I get to check if there are any hot girls with freaky powers." Ash laughed and waggled his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him and his antics.

"I'm not even going to comment on that." I patted his shoulder and turned, walking over to where Dean and Alice were standing with Akuma and Jo. "Hey Akuma, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, watching her turn to me. Her blue eyes suddenly held concerned, she nodded, walking away from everyone else and towards me.

"Dean finally told you?" She asked and I frowned at her, I wasn't mad that Dean hadn't told me, but I would be annoyed if he had told Akuma first. "My dad visited me in a dream, told me he did something to you. I made Dean tell me what John said, but he made me promise not to tell you." She explained as if reading my mind. It was something she could do, but she had given us all her word that she would never read our minds unless absolutely necessary. She actually got mad at us sometimes if we did what she called projecting. She had given us all some tips on how to block our minds from her, as well as other demons actually.

"Oh... yeah he did." I said, running a hand through my hair. "Did your dad tell you what he did to me?" I pushed, searching her face. It was completely smooth and her eyes had lost any emotion they had held before. She was good at not giving facial cues or anything when she didn't want to, and she rarely did. It was like she still wanted to stay cut off from the rest of us and not let us know what was going on or something, but it could also be in response to talking about her dad.

"No. Sorry Sammy." Her voice was gentle as she lifted a hand to her hair and pushing some of it back. I blinked at her for using Dean's nickname for me, though I didn't tell her off as I usually would when I noticed that her eyes had drifted somewhere over my shoulder and hardened into a glare. I twisted so I could look over my shoulder and smirked when I saw Dean flirting with Jo, though I got rid of the smirk when I turned to face Akuma again.

"What did he say?" I pushed again, hoping to get some answers from her.

"That Hell's whore is supposed to help you, the 'Boy King', reach his potential." She turned her attention back to me, a growl coming off at the title that yellow eyes had apparently given me.

"Hells whore? Who's that?" I asked, frowning when she tossed her head back and laughed. It was a cold laugh and I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. I frowned when I turned and saw Dean behind me, looking a little concerned.

"I am. And trust me, it's not going to happen, Sammy. Sounds too dangerous and exactly what the dick wants." Akuma said after a long while. She dropped her head, her hair falling in front of her face and the cold glare in her eyes landing on Dean. "If you want my advice, do the exact opposite of what yellow eyes says. That's what I do and it works." She said calmly before shoving her hair out of her face again and turning to walk away.

"Did she just call you Sammy?" Dean frowned at me and I shrugged. There was no use with arguing with her, she was stubborn and would do it just to piss me off more if I did. Alice did the same thing for a while before I gave up.

"Twice." I said, stretching my arms out a bit and holding back a smirk at the look on his face.

"And you let her?"

"Yeah."

"Well she seems to be warming up to you." Dean held annoyance on his tongue, frowning at the fact that Akuma was more comfortable around me.

"She's always pissed off at you Dean, and occasionally Alice. I've been the one treating her like a normal human being after everything that's happened." I sighed, feeling slightly irritated. The information Akuma gave me didn't help at all and it seemed like she had been about to say something else when Dean walked up.

"She's not a normal human though." Dean muttered, trying to be quiet. He was obviously still off from earlier but he didn't have to be a dick. I was about to say something when Akuma piped up.

"Yeah, and you're a raging dick. What's your point?" She called from across the bar and we both turned to look at her. She was glaring at Dean, though there was something else in her eyes than the anger and annoyance that was usually there when Dean pissed her off, though I couldn't pinpoint it.

"Leave it alone Dean." I muttered, cutting him off before turning and walking over to Alice, wrapping an arm around her as I sat down. "Hey, what're you up to?"

"Nothing… was Akuma any help?" Alice asked and I shook my head. She sighed and looked over my shoulder, rolling her green eyes. "You think they'll ever stop fighting?" She asked, turning back to me. I was about to reply when Ash walked up, looking a bit excited.

"I found something." Ash was practically bouncing in place. I nodded at him to carry on what he was saying. "I found someone like you, well, rumours mostly, but uh, his name is Scott Carey. He lives in Lafayette, Indiana." I felt a small rush of excitement at his words and sat up straighter, my eyes searching his face. I only spoke when he hadn't continued after about a minute.

"That's great!"

"Well, not exactly, see, he was murdered a month ago, gnarly blood bath. I think demons were involved, but uh, you could check it out. There's a pretty lady there too, Ava Wilson. See if you can find her, she was a witness to the murder." Ash scratched at the back of his neck. I sighed at the new information, I needed to know what was going on with me and with all the other people like me. Maybe I should go check it out anyways, just in case I do dig something up.

"Sam, do you want me to come with you?" Alice's voice was soft in my ear as she brought me back from my thoughts. I turned to look at her and studied her face for a moment, thinking everything over and offering a small smile.

"You'd want to come?" I questioned, searching her eyes. It was logical that she'd want to, but with everything going on I didn't expect her to want to be around me a whole lot. I didn't expect anyone to want to be around me a whole lot.

"Anything for you." She smiled and placed her hand on my cheek lightly, stroking her thumb over my cheekbone and I smiled. I leaned into her touch and held her eyes, feeling myself relax a bit. I leaned forward to kiss her but jumped back when Dean spoke.

"Look at you guys being all cute and disgusting." He groaned as he walked up, Jo not too far behind him. I leaned back at glared at my brother.

"Shut up." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest when Alice pulled away and blushed.

"So what's the plan Bigfoot?" Dean joked and turned to Jo for a response, she smirked for a second before it faded, her eyes trained on Akuma, who was still glaring at her. I chuckled a bit and turned my attention back to Dean, briefly meeting his eyes.

"Alice and I are going to Indiana." I said, shrugging and standing to stretch a bit, but also knowing it would be easier to get my way with Dean if I could look down at him.

"And you're not inviting us?" Akuma asked, leaning her hands on the chair behind Alice and using one to mess up her sister's hair. Alice grumbled something under her breath and pushed her hair back and out of her face, giving Akuma a playful glare.

"It's just to check out a lead on someone who's like me." Akuma opened her mouth to protest but I stopped her. "We will be fine, it's just to check it out for a few days." I explained, not leaving any room for argument.

"Alright, if you say so. If anything goes sideway you call me." Dean sounded reluctant but didn't argue, though I was sure he knew that he wouldn't win. I nodded and gestured for Alice to follow me before taking the keys Dean held out to me and heading to the impala. I popped the trunk and pulled out Dean's bag, handing it to Alice who transferred it to the thunderbird and replaced it with her bag. I did a quick weapons check before getting into the driver's seat while Alice got into the passenger seat.

The drive was quiet other than the music. Alice had a nap and I just drove, trying not to be absorbed by the thoughts running through my head. My favourite thing about driving the Impala without Dean in it was the fact that I could choose the music so I could turn on the radio to something I liked rather than listening to the same old songs over and over again. Once I pulled into the town I reached over and shook Alice's shoulder slightly. "Wake up... We're here." I said, pulling into a motel parking lot.

"Mmph." Alice grumbled, lifting her head and rubbing her eyes with a yawn. We made quick work of checking in and dropping stuff off in the room before taking off to the police station quick. We needed to get this guy's file before we could do much else.

"So basically this guy was nuts? It says that he saw a psych because of his crazy apocalyptic dreams." Alice read from the file as soon as we left the cop shop. I smiled back to the sheriff for letting us take the file with us, which he was happy to lend. The Sheriffs of small towns weren't always so willing to lend us files, so it was nice to meet the few that were.

"Well, maybe he was having visions like me. Does it say anything else?" I asked, stopping beside the impala and looking across the roof at Alice, though she was so short that I couldn't see much of her.

"Yeah a bunch about how he has severe anxiety and depression due to a childhood trauma." She said, pulling open the door and getting in.

"Let me guess, his mom died in a house fire?" My voice was bitter as I got into the driver's side and started the car, glancing over at Alice who nodded.

"Yeah, and his father was murdered when Scott was nineteen. Wow this guy had it rough." She muttered softly.

"Well maybe we can find more at his house. What's the address?" Alice gave it to me and I started driving. We sat in silence on the drive over to this guy's house, she was nose deep in his file until we got to the house. She placed the file in the backseat and glanced over to me as we got closer.

"Ready?" Alice asked once I had parked. I swallowed and nodded, sliding out of the car and looking up at the house. I was a bit nervous about everything and I did want to go through with it, but I also didn't want any of this to be true. I wanted it to all to be fake and to be normal, but I knew that there was no way in hell there was any chance of that ever happening.

"Let's go." I muttered, not waiting for a response before I walked up to the house. I quietly picked the lock and pushed open the door, letting Alice walk past me before I stood up and walked in, using my flashlight to look around. "Let's check upstairs, in the bedroom." I suggested, easing the door closed. She nodded and I headed for the stairs, walking up them and pushing open the first door. The room looked like an office and there were sketched pictures on the wall and floor as well as the desk.

"What the hell?" Alice's voice was soft and quiet as she bent and picked up one of the pictures, her eyes scanning over it before looking at me, her face a bit pale. "I think it's yellow eyes" She sounded a bit scared and I moved to the desk, picking up another picture and looking it over. She was right, it was exactly like yellow eyes had looked when he wasn't in my father, and there was some yellow colouring added to the drawings.

"Fuck." I muttered, dropping the picture and looking at a map that was spread on the table. I felt Alice come up beside me as my eyes drifted to a list of names. "Jake, Ava, Lily, and Andrew." I said quietly, turning to Alice with a slight frown. "Who do you think-?" I cut off at the sound of footsteps behind us. I raised my gun, pointing it at the woman who froze on the spot, her face pale.

"Wait! Oh god! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to….are you Sam?" The woman asked, looking between us. I frowned and looked at Alice before returning my gaze to the woman. I kept my gun trained on her and studied her face, getting a weird feeling in my stomach.

"Uh, yeah?" I offered after a few more moments of silence. The woman swallowed a bit and switched her gaze from Alice to me, her eyes intense and wide as they met mine.

"Oh good. Look this might sounds crazy but I think you're going to die." Her voice was low, though my hands dropped a bit so the gun was pointed more towards her stomach. I held her gaze and stared, silently waiting for an explanation.

"What?" Alice demanded, moving forward and making the woman move back until her back hit a wall.

"I-I saw it. I know it sounds crazy but I saw you get blown up in a dream, just like how I saw him get murdered." She sounded panicked and spoke fast, holding her hands in front of her body.

"Are you Ava Wilson?" I asked, lowering my gun completely and frowning at her.

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I think you're like me. Ash was right, kinda." I moved forward to where Alice stood and put my hand on hers, pushing her gun down. "We both have visions."

"You mean you see people die too?" Ava asked, her voice confused but hopeful at the same time.

"Well, not exactly. I think we should talk." I muttered, shooting a loot in her direction and putting my gun away, watching as Alice did the same.

"Maybe not here?" Alice muttered, walking past Ava and into the hallway, showing that she wasn't going to give us a chance to argue.

Alice's P.O.V.

I groaned as we got back into the car and drove to the office of the psychiatrist that Scott had been seeing. After Scott's house last night we had made plans to meet Ava earlier this morning to talk things through before going to do anything else. I only had a few hours of sleep and barely had time to shower before we had to meet this creepy woman and the conversation had taken hours. Now it was just past dark and we were heading to this stupid office but all I wanted to do was sleep and pretend that nothing was going on. Once we were there I was easy to break into the office. We only had to search for a few minutes before I found what we were looking for. "Here we go; this is his file." I pulled out the package and handed it to Sam. He quickly skimmed through the pages, stopping and sitting down in one of the chairs. "What is it?"

"It says that he 'thinks' he spoke to Azazel and was told about an army of psychic children being used in an upcoming war." Sam's voice was low and rough and I could feel my heart drop a bit. I swallowed hard and bit down on my lip, my eyes flicking over Sam's face.

"Psychic children, as in us?" Ava spoke up but I didn't bother looking at her. Every time I did I got a sick feeling and knew that the voice would be telling me to avoid her. Not to mention I wanted to punch her in the face for some of the looks that she gave Sam.

"I think so." Sam muttered, running a hand through his hair and pushing it back from his face.

"A war? What war?" I pushed, trying to get to the more important topic. There was obviously no other psychic children and so we needed to know what his whole war was about. I made a mental note to call Akuma about it later, but for now I needed to get these guys to think about the bigger issue.

"I don't know, but I have noticed a rise in psychics around, and with all this demon talk, I'm worried that something is happening right under our noses and we don't see it!" Sam gave me a small glare and his voice was harsh, causing me to take a step back but I said nothing. I knew he was freaking out, I was too, but I had no idea how he felt. This directly involved him. I swallowed and nodded, watching as he turned to Ava. "Is there anything that you might have seen or heard that might have to do with a demonic war or….or a boy king?"

"Boy king?" I turned to Sam sharply, my eyebrows furrowed. Sam glanced at me and then lowered his eyes before turning back to Ava. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I let out a small growl when Sam ignored me.

"Find anything?" Akuma sent me text message, I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment and then left the room quickly, hitting speed dial on her number, feeling slightly panicked.

"Alice?" Akuma picked up on the third ring as usual, her voice a bit muffled.

"Akuma, Scott spoke to Azazel and was told about an army of psychic children being used in an upcoming war. Do you know anything about this?" My voice was a bit harsh but Sam had filled me in on a bit of what Akuma had said about the dream she had from her dad and I needed to know if she was hiding anything else from us. She had a habit of not telling us anything and it was getting on my nerves.

"A war? What no. Jesus, what the fuck does he think he's doing? Fuck, Alice I want you guys to get out of there and come back, I don't like this." Akuma sounded panicked and I heard movement in the background. Towards the end her voice picked up a dark growl that had become pretty familiar lately. Sometimes it scared me, but with everything her dad was putting everyone through it made sense. I just hoped she didn't completely snap.

"Yellow eyes is up to something big and I need you and Dean to come and check this out. I need your demon powers, maybe you can sense something, Akuma I know you want nothing to do with your dad but if this has something to do with what he did to Sam then I need you here, for him, for me." I basically begged, though I knew that I wouldn't have to. She always came around, but it helped if I didn't act like I would get my way no matter what, that was usually when I didn't. And I was desperate for her help and didn't want to risk getting a no.

"Alice, don't do this." Akuma's voice was tired and scared. I could easily picture the look that would be on her face right now.

"Please Akuma, it might have to do with the dream. Boy king? What if he means Sam?"

"Okay, okay. Relax. Dean and I will be there alright. Stay hidden, please don't do anything stupid. I love you." Akuma's voice hardened a bit now that she had made up her mind, but I knew she would still be worried about running into her dad. We were all scared, but after what she went through last time, I wouldn't want to risk running into him either.

"Love you too, see you soon."

Dean's P.O.V.

"What was that about?" I asked after Akuma hung up her phone. She let out a slow breath and then turned to me, her pupils dilated a little more than normal and her face strained.

"Alice and Sam need our help. They found something in a file about my father and a demonic war that he's planning." I could barely move after she spoke. There was nothing I could say or even think that could counter that idea, what if this was what yellow eyes was planning; a war with Sammy as a part of it.

"Then let's go." We exchanged glances and then grabbed our stuff, packing it into the trunk of Akuma's car, and hitting the road as soon as we could. We had only been driving for a couple hours when my phone rang, the number that showed up was one that I didn't recognize.

"Hello?" I answered, hoping it wasn't from some demon or something.

"Agent Smith?" The voice on the other line was rough. "This is Sheriff Morton, we met a while back, you asked me to call you if I received anything about Gordon Walker, well I have something."

"Sheriff, right yes. Go on."

"He's surfaced again and in Lafayette, Indiana. He previously bought a sniper rifle and, well this might sound a little strange Agent but, he stole blood from a local blood bank." The sheriff sounded a bit worried, like I would think that he was crazy or something.

"That is strange, but thank you sheriff. I'm actually on my way there right now. Keep me posted." I hung up and tossed my phone into my lap, running my hands over my face.

"What's up?" Akuma asked, turning the music down, though she kept her eyes on the road, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. It looked as if she was ready to bend the thing or break it off.

"Gordon is back and I think he's going after my brother...again. We have to get to them as soon as possible." I muttered, turning my gaze to the window beside me, watching everything pass by in a blur.

"You got it." She said, wasting no time in speeding up.

Akuma's P.O.V

I stopped outside an old bar that looked like it was ready to fall apart. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and got out, ditching my jacket in the car before walking into the building, not even waiting for Dean. My eyes grazed over everyone before raining in on Gordon who had his back to us. The bar was relatively empty but the few people here were completely hammered and extremely gross old men. "Gordon." I called, walking further in and stopping by him, my eyes dropping down to meet his when he turned to face me.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice low and a bit confused. I didn't bother to answer but rather let Dean come up and sit down across from the other man. I didn't really pay attention to what either of them said after that, I was too busy concentrating on getting into his mind. There was a jumble of things, he didn't really have anything but Sam on his mind at the surface, so that confirmed Dean's suspicions. I frowned and pushed a bit further, leaning my hip against the wall to support me as different images and words washed through my mind. I stopped digging when a strong image of vampires in cages hit me hard, making it harder to breathe. I never thought that I would pity any monster, but this was just disgusting. I swallowed hard and pulled back from Gordon's mind, taking a step back and breathing in deep, taking a moment before looking at Dean. He frowned at me and I held up a finger, taking another breath before turning back to Gordon, concentrating on just finding out what he knew about Sam, not letting anything else get in my way.

I tilted my head back, letting it fall back against the wall and breathed deep while I dug, stopping when I found what I wanted. There were images of demons and the conversations about yellow eyes. I swallowed hard and forced myself to listen to the plans that they were talking about, how he wanted to use Sam and other psychic children, and the thoughts of how he wanted to kill Sam. I pulled myself back and closed my eyes, fighting off the surge of anger that lifted in my chest. This man wasn't a good man, he was evil. I finally opened my eyes and looked at Dean, gesturing for him to follow me before I turned and walked out of the bar, leaving them to finish the conversation. I had only been outside for a few moments when I heard the door slam shut. I turned, expecting to find Dean and swore when I was slammed against the wall, a hand over my mouth.

"Find anything interesting princess?" I didn't answer the older man's question and instead lifted my leg up hard between his legs and my palm to his chin. For a hunter he was pretty dumb.

"Found everything I was looking for, asshole." I growled as he hit the ground. I walked into the bar and frowned when I noticed Dean with his head in his arms on the table, the drink next to him empty. I rolled my eyes at him and walked over, crouching down to pull an arm over my shoulder and lift him up. I wrapped an arm around his waist and half carried, half dragged him out of the bar. "You know I'm starting to realize that you're blonde for a reason dumb ass." I grumbled, pulling him through the door, my eyes stopped quickly to the spot where I knocked Gordon out, though he was gone. I groaned again, walking up to my car and dumping Dean into the backseat and getting into the driver's side. I pulled out my phone and dialed Alice's number as I drove, my eyes flicking over the road as I waited for her to pick up.

"Akuma? Is everything alright?" Alice sounded nervous. I picked up the sound of papers ruffling in the background, assuming that she and Sam were nose deep in research.

"Yeah yeah, we're around. Dean needs some time to wake up, he's a dumb ass." I rolled my eyes again, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Dean drooling on my backseat.

"Alright? Well we haven't made any more headway… what do you mean he's a dumb ass?" There was a small giggle in her tone.

"Long story. I'll explain later." I let out a sigh and turned my attention back to the case. "We'll be there right away… we just gotta track down this Gordon fucker to keep Sam safe."

"Alright… be careful, keep me updated please." Alice sounded more confused than anything.

"Yep." I hung up the phone and focussed my eyes on road until we arrived at the motel. I was glad that it was night now, otherwise I would have gotten some pretty strange looks from the people walking passed as I hauled Dean into the room. I dumped Dean in the bed and flopped down in the one next to him. I wanted to do some more research but I was exhausted from carrying his ass around all night. It wasn't long before I had passed out and before I knew it the sun was rising, waking me. I glanced at the clock, it read six thirty, I groaned and made a beeline for the shower, I wanted to get cleaned up and changed into something a little more comfortable and easier to hunt in.

"What happened?" Dean finally spoke when I got out, his voice muffled and groggy from sleep.

"Nothing important. Gordon's got away, so we gotta go get him again." I walked out of the bathroom in a towel, steam following me. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a tank top to quickly change into, now that Dean was awake. Dean gave me a weird look but I shrugged it off. I slipped on my boots and puts a few knives in them, followed by a knife that was placed into a small compartment in my jacket sleeve, and lastly my gun on my hip.

After Dean showered and changed he met me in car. I had already called Alice again and made plans to meet up at a warehouse. The drive was quiet, Dean was rifling through some papers on Gordon and recent police reports that might have involved him. Which turns out that Gordon had visited here a month earlier and all leads point to him in the murder of Scott Carey. I turned into an empty lot other than the impala and parked. We exchanged looks and then got out, guns in hand, just in case.

"Hey." I called to Sam and Alice.

"Got anything?" Sam asked, his voice low. He wasn't too happy that Gordon was trying to hunt him down.

"Not a whole lot, turns out Gordon killed Scott." Dean grumbled out, he wasn't too thrilled with this whole situation either.

"Figures. Well, this is where he was last month, maybe we can get some clues as to where he's squatting." Alice turned to head to the door of the warehouse, her shoulders rolling as if she was already ready to fight. I made a move to follow in line behind Sam and Alice but Dean grabbed my arm and whirled me around.

"What?" I glared at him.

"Up there" Dean pointed up at a vague shape that was on the roof across from us. I let out a breath, a low growl escaping my lips.

"Fuck. Gordon." I watched as Sam and Alice worked to get the door open, I took off as quickly as I could after hearing the sound of a sniper rifle cocking. Dean was right behind me, though I as a lot faster than him I managed to land a kick to the gun and knock it out of his hands before he could take the shot. He twisted and knocked my legs out from under me, sending me to my ass while Dean came up a few seconds later. He tackled Gordon before he could do any damage. His fists landing a good punch to the other hunters face.

"Don't even think about it." Dean growled.

"Too late, I thought about it. Looks like I win no matter what."

"What?" Dean glared at Gordon and then back to me. "What does that mean?" Gordon pulled out something that looked like an igniting device.

"Make another move and Sam and his pretty lady friend go boom. That warehouse is lined with explosives." He laughed to himself. Dean let go of his collar and stepped back, looking towards the building.

"You don't want to do this." I spoke quickly.

"Oh I think I do." He placed his finger over the trigger and grinned.

"Wait, wait, stop. I'll trade places with him. Take me instead." Dean spoke gruffly. He held up a hand when I went to protest. Anger rocked through me. Dean was, again, being a dumbass and trying to play the hero.

"Hmm, alright. Deal." I could see the sick smile on his face grow as his plans shifted.

"Akuma, go get Alice and Sam and make sure their safe." Dean gave me a worried look, he knew that I'd come after him no matter what. I nodded and slowly walked away, I started sprinting as soon as I was back on the ground, I busted through the door and got Sam and Alice out of there. I didn't really want to tell them what was happening at the moment, so instead I took off yet again. Racing to my car to follow Gordon and Dean. I followed behind a fair distance away until they reached a house, I could see Gordon half dragging Dean into the house, and he had a bag over his head. I got out of my car and ran towards the door but hit an invisible wall, hard. I swore under my breath and glanced around, pulling out my phone and dialed Alice's number.

"Alice!" I called into the phone as soon as she picked up. "I'm at an abandoned house off the highway, you can't miss it. I can't get in, I'm stuck in a devil's trap. He's got Dean."

"Slow down! What?"

"Gordon has Dean and he's torturing him to try to get any information about Sam and his powers. Hurry!" I hung up the phone and again tried to push through the trap. I could remember from when my dad was possessing John, after Dean brought me into the house when I was stuck in a devil's trap, I pushed through it just a little but I could do it, which means I could get out of this one. It wasn't helping that all I could hear was Dean getting beaten to a pulp, all I wanted to do was get out of this fucking trap and then take this dickbags head off. Dean had mentioned a long time ago that he and Sam had met a hunter named Gordon, though he specialized in vampire hunts he was on a case about the yellow eyed demon. He had pushed his way into their hunt and screwed it all up and then found out about Sam's visions and why they were hunting my father in the first place. There was no way in hell that I was letting this guy get off easy once I had my hands on him. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down, if I got out of this trap, what was my next move going to be? I listened for moment, hearing the muffled conversation.

"Hit me all you like, I'm not giving up my baby brother, ever." I could hear the blood dripping from Dean's mouth as he spoke. I shivered at the thought that I was useless right now and Dean was getting punished for trying to protect his brother; I listened in again.

"Now, now, big brother Deano. Don't be like this. He's a monster and you know it. Didn't your daddy tell you that he's a messed up freak? Azazel's got big plans for him, you know a demon war. If he lives long enough I'm afraid that he might destroy the world. And I can't have that, not when I'm so damn close. You know, I might as well kill you off too."

"Bite me!"

"You're a damn fine hunter Dean Winchester, but you and your freak brother, and those two little girlies you've been hanging around with...yeah that's right I know about the demon whore and her sister. Well, all I can say is that they're next on my list." I felt a surge of rage fill me and I pushed forward, swearing loudly when I hit the wall again. I knew I needed to be calm and maybe desperate but I couldn't calm down now. He was never going to be able to kill me, I knew that, but I couldn't risk the rest of their lives.

"Akuma." Sam called from behind me. I turned to face them, noticing that Sam already had his gun drawn. Alice walked beside him, her eyes meeting mine for a moment, her face changing from worry to understanding.

"Gordon's in there, he's going to kill Dean." My voice was low and rough as I gestured towards the house, another wave of anger hitting me. I looked back at Alice and studied her face, it had the expression that usually meant please calm down, but I shook my head at her; I couldn't even if I wanted to.

"Akuma, please." Alice's voice held a sigh as she crouched to the ground, Sam walked past the both of us and I turned to watch him, frowning when he went to open the door. He couldn't be so stupid, could he? "Sam wait! The vision." Alice called and he turned to glance at both Alice and I before nodding.

Sam's P.O.V.

I waited a moment for Alice to stand up, guessing from the look that Akuma gave her that she hadn't finished breaking the trap. Alice nodded at me as she slowly opened the door and I slowly examined the doorway before stepping in. It was excruciating to work my way over, under, and around all of the triggers for traps that Gordon had set but I didn't particularly want to die so it was worth it. When we finally got past them all I silently gestured at Alice to wait before I walked into the room.

"Gordon." I called, walking around to the side and pulling his attention with me. Dean sat in a chair, his face bloody and bruised from Gordon. I swallowed and looked back at the man, my hand tightening on my gun as I raised it. "Let him go." I demanded, moving further, giving Alice time to slip into the room unnoticed.

"And why would I do that?" Gordon asked with a laugh as he trained a gun on me as well.

"Because I'll blow your brains out if you don't." Alice said calmly, coming up behind him and pressing a gun to the back of his head.

"It's over Gordon." I muttered lowering my gun when he lowered his. I moved and grabbed Dean, supporting him as Alice pushed Gordon out of the house. I slowly followed behind, watching as Alice forced Gordon to break the rest of the devil's trap. The moment Akuma was free she kicked Gordon down to the ground and leaned low, growling something in his ear that made his eyes widen a bit before she straightened and turned towards me and Dean, her eyes cold as she moved forward.

"Is he okay?" She demanded. I frowned and nodded, shifting a bit. "Perfect." She said before smacking Dean hard across the face. "Stop being such a fucking dumbass!" She growled, biting down on her lip and staring at Dean, her eyes slightly sad before they returned to a glare. "Give up this stupid death wish you have, it's not helping anyone or anything." She snapped before spinning on her heel and storming away.

I stared after her and turned to look at Dean who looked confused. "What?" He muttered as the sound of Sirens filled the air.

"I... really don't know." I muttered, helping Dean to the Impala. He got into the passenger side as I got in the driver's seat and started the engine, waiting for Alice to leave and get into Akuma's car before I pulled away, watching the cars pull into the lot that was empty except for Gordon.

Once we were back at the motel I took Dean into the room he had rented with Akuma and set him on one of the beds, turning when the girls walked in. "I need to go check on Ava." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Gordon could have gotten to her before he came after me, or something worse could have happened, like Yellow Eyes getting to her.

"I'll go with you." Akuma called, coming up behind me.

"... Alright yeah, that works." I thought about it for a minute, knowing that I'd need her help if there were any demons along the way, and with her current mood, I don't really want her near Dean.

"I'll stay with Dean, wash him up a bit." Alice piped in, and I gave a nervous chuckle when I caught the glare that Akuma gave her, my mind still on Ava.

"Let's go then." I walked out of the room, Akuma followed but moved ahead to get to her car. We were deep in our own thoughts when I got curious.

"So why'd you slap Dean?" I smiled at her.

"Because he's a dumbass. As I've been saying." Akuma sounded a bit grumpy, taking the turn a little faster than usual.

"Is that all?" I pushed. Alice and I had been talking about how both Dean and Akuma have changed, and why. I had figured that Dean was having some major feelings about Akuma now.

"... Yes." There was about a thirty second hesitation from Akuma before she spoke, bringing a small smirk to my face.

"Okay then." We pulled up to the house and Akuma's face paled. She got out and ran to the house. Startled, I followed her with my gun in hand. Once inside I froze, looking around to see the living room in shambles, I darted to the windowsill, swiping my finger across the yellow powder.

"Sulfur." Was all I could manage as I turned around. I stared in slight confusion when I saw that Akuma had pulled her hair from its ponytail and was crouched on the floor with her hands wrapped in it. Her pupils were dilated, but their usually icy blue was still visible.

"He was here. My fucking father. He can't just leave anything alone can he?" She looked like she was in pain and like she was trying hard not to lose her shit. I swallowed hard, feeling a slight wave of anger that was amplified by the anger I could feel rolling off of Akuma. I looked around the room once more before turning to the nearest wall, punching it hard and wincing as I felt my hand go through the drywall.