"Hello, Dean," Cas greeted him, appearing in Bobby's study. "How'd you get in here?" Dean demanded. "The angel-proofing Bobby put up on the house- he got a few things wrong." Dean scowled, glaring at the angel. "Well, it's too bad we got to angel-proof in the first place, isn't it? Why are you here?" Cas blinked, "I want you to understand." Dean stood up from the couch angrily. "Oh, believe me, I get it. Blah, blah, Raphael, right?"

"I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you."

"Because of me," Dean repeated, scoffing. "Yeah. You got to be kidding me." Cas frowned, staring at him imploringly. "I love you, Dean. You're the one who taught me that freedom and free will-" Dean cut him off, "You're a freaking child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want!" Cas pressed on, "I know what I'm doing, Dean."

"I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't… Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it," Dean begged. "I don't understand," Cas tilted his head, eyes narrowing in his signature confused way. "Look, I love you, too, Cas. So much. So, if I'm asking you not to do something… You got to trust me, man."

"Or what?"

Those two words were like a knife to Dean's chest, but he refused to let it show. "Or I'll have to do what I have to do to stop you." Cas stepped closer into his space and his heart sped up. "You can't, Dean," Cas told him lowly. "You're just a man. I'm an angel." Dean swallowed, speaking in the same low tone. "I don't know. I've taken on some pretty big fish."

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"Well, I'm sorry, too, then."

The next morning, Dean and Sam sat researching, though Dean couldn't fully concentrate. He'd told Cas he loved him for the first time last night. Outright to his face and everything… And instead of acknowledging that fact, Cas had threatened him. He'd told Sam and Bobby about the late-night encounter, leaving out the part about him telling Cas he loved him. Mack had yet to show her face downstairs. When they got back from Ellsworth's house, she had run up to her room and slammed the door, refusing to talk to any of them.

"Well, you know what, at least you tried," Sam tried assuring him. "Yeah, fat lot of good it did," Dean muttered. "Why did he even come, right?" Sam shrugged and sighed, and Dean slammed the book shut he wasn't focused on. "Well, Samuel's journals are pointless. I mean, I'm sorry, but uh, Jebediah Campbell has squat to tell me about how to stop Cas from cracking Purgatory." Bobby walked in carrying a large envelope. "Well actually, it's not about the journals we have, it's about the one we don't."

"Meaning what?" Sam asked. "Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cas didn't stop in last night just to mend fences." Dean's heart dropped in his chest. "What did he do?" Bobby locked eyes with him, "Stole something."

"What?"

"The journal of one Moishe Campbell," Bobby answered. "Moishe?" Sam echoed. "Of the New York Campbells." Sam frowned, "Well, uh, so we gotta get it back, right?" Bobby handed Sam the envelope he'd brought in. "Or just read the copy I already made. Hi, glad to meet ya. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard." While Sam and Bobby started studying the copied pages of the journal, Dean headed upstairs to check on Mack. "Hey, bug," he greeted, knocking on the door before cracking it open. He couldn't see her right away, and so he slipped into the room. That's when his heart stopped in his chest.

She wasn't in the room. "Mack?" he called, hoping it wasn't what it seemed. "Mckinley?!" He crossed to the bed, tearing back the sheet, and then froze up. There, in the middle of the bed, was a pile of yellow dust. Sulfur. "No, no, no, no!" He tore back down the stairs. "We got another problem," he announced. "What do you mean?" Bobby asked. "Mack's missing."

"What?" Sam asked, looking up from his pages. "Mack's gone. And there's sulfur in her room."

"But that's impossible. How'd demons even get in without us noticing?" Sam frowned. "I don't friggin' care. Demons kidnapped my daughter! Tell me you've found something in those pages already." Bobby spoke up, "Uh… maybe. I think I zeroed in on something." Dean looked at him expectantly, "What do you got?" Bobby handed him the page in his hand and he went over by Sam to read it. "'Went to talk to Howard Phillips about the events of March tenth,'" he read, handing the page off to Sam and taking a seat on the edge of Bobby's desk. "That's March 10, 1937," Bobby clarified.

"Alright, so who's this Phillips guy, and why do we care?" Dean asked. "Phillips ain't his last name. It's Lovecraft." Sam looked up from the page in surprise, "Wait, H. P. Lovecraft?" Bobby nodded in confirmation. "Awesome." Dean looked at the pair in confusion, "Am I supposed to know who that is?" He got two shocked looks. "Horror writer?" Bobby prompted. "At the Mountains of Madness, The Call of Cthulu?" Dean shrugged, "Yeah, it's- no, I'm- I was too busy having sex with women."

"Women, or Cas?" Sam jabbed. "Shut up," Dean slapped him upside the head. Bobby rolled his eyes, "Well, anyhow. There's one notion that comes up over and over again in his stories. Namely opening the doors to other dimensions and letting scary crap through." Other dimensions like Purgatory? "You don't say," Dean frowned. "Wait, so you're saying you think Lovecraft knew something about Purgatory?" Sam questioned. "All I know is Moishe paid him a visit," Bobby shrugged. A few minutes later, Dean's phone rang.

"Ben?" he answered. "There's men in the house," Ben informed him frantically. "What?" Dean asked. "They killed Matt. They got Mom. They're coming, I hear them." Dean swallowed, starting to pace and running a hand worriedly through his hair. "What are they?" Why was this happening? First Mack and now Lisa and Ben? "I- I don't know," Ben stammered. "Did you see their eyes?"

"No."

"Teeth?"

"No."

"This is important Ben, I need to know," Dean pushed. "Dean, I don't know." He scrubbed a hand over his mouth, letting out a stressed breath. "Okay, where are you now?" he queried. "In my room," Ben answered. "Can you get to your mom's closet? I left a shotgun in there," Dean said. "No. Dean, what do I do?" Sam and Bobby had taken notice and were listening to him as he paced. "Okay, Ben, listen to me. Go to your window and jump," he ordered. "What?!" Ben cried. "Any bones you break won't compare to what they're gonna do to you, Ben. You've got to jump."

"Okay, I'm going." Dean heard noises like Ben was pushing some stuff off his desk on the other end of the line. "I'm coming now," he assured him. "I'm coming to get you and your mom, I promise. You with me, Ben? Ben?" There was no answer. "Ben?" Dean took the phone away from his ear, staring at it. "Hello, Dean." He put the phone back to his ear when he heard Crowley's voice. "Fancy a chat?" the demon purred. "God, how long's it been, Dean? Since my so-called demise, yes?"

"Crowley, let them go now, or I swear…" Sam and Bobby immediately reacted to the name. "Right, right. You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices," Crowley replied, tone smug. "Let's get to the bit where I tell you how this goes. Your chocolate's been in my peanut butter for far too long." Dean was fuming. "I'm gonna kill you," he growled. "Oh Dean, ever the wit. I've got your, uh, what are they? Ex-lady friend and not-kid, and I'm keeping them until I'm satisfied that you've backed the hell off!"

"I'm telling you, last chance to let 'em go easy," Dean said. "You're adorable when you get all threatening. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. Or your precious little chipmunk. Provided you and Jolly Green stand down. Got it? Splendid. Kisses," Crowley hung up. Dean was rooted in place, phone still to his ear. "…I won't hurt them. Or your precious little chipmunk." That was Crowley's nickname for Mack… He had Mack… And he had dropped that bombshell seconds before hanging up, giving Dean no time to say anything or react.

"What's the story?" Bobby asked hesitantly. "He- he said Lisa and Ben keep breathing as long as we sit on our thumbs… and he's got Mack, too." Sam and Bobby's eyes blew wide. "Seriously?" Sam asked, sighing. "You think Cas knows about this?" Dean thought again about Cas' late night visit. "We gotta assume he does," he grimaced. "So what are we gonna do?"

"I'll tell you what we're not gonna do: sit here. I'm going after 'em," Dean responded determinately. "I'm coming with," Sam volunteered. "No, Sam. You and Bobby stay on the Lovecraft thing, okay? Cas is already way ahead of us." Sam stood, shaking his head, "You gotta be nuts if you think I'm gonna let you do this alone. Bobby can take care of the case." Bobby also got to his feet, "No, guys." Dean looked at him, "Bobby, this is a big ball, okay? We can't drop it now."

"Fine. But how are you two gonna find Mack, Lisa and Ben?"

Bobby took off to pursue the Lovecraft stuff while Sam and Dean stayed behind to try and track down Crowley's hostages. They started by summoning Balthazar. As they finished the ritual, the lights went out and the angel appeared with a drink in his hand. "I'm sorry, boys, do I look like a man-servant to you? No? No? Then quit ringing me please." Dean glared at him, "This is important, Balthazar." Balthazar glared right back, "I was drinking '75 Dom out of a soprano's navel when you called. That was important."

"Crowley's alive," Sam blurted. Balthazar nodded, "Well, you've been scooped. Cas already told me." Dean scowled, "Well did Cas also tell you that he's Crowley's butt-buddy, you smug little dick?" Balthazar raised his brows in surprise. "Excuse me?" Sam cut in before the angel could make a jab about Cas and Dean. "Handshake deal. Go halfsies on all the souls of Purgatory. He fill you in on that?"

"Well, yes, yes," Balthazar nodded, clearly lying. "Yes, of course he did. Yes." Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh, yes, of course. I- I- we can read it all over your face." Dean huffed, taking over. "Look, Crowley and Cas took Mack and two other people who are very important to me." Balthazar smirked, "And I care about this because?"

"Because maybe there is a shred of decency underneath this- this snarky crap," Dean spat. Balthazar took a sip from his drink. "They're innocent people and I'm asking for your help." Balthazar nodded, "Hmm. I see. Fair enough." He disappeared. "Son of a bitch!" Dean swore. "Look, Dean. Let's just call Cas. Maybe he doesn't know anything about this."

"We are not calling Cas."

"Yeah, but Dean-"

"We're not calling Cas!"

Sam swallowed. "So what then?"

Inside Bobby's garage, Dean was torturing demon after demon trying to get information on where Crowley took Mack, Lisa and Ben. He refused to stop or take breaks. "Look, I don't know anything," the demon currently strapped down to the chair over a Devil's trap told him. "Yeah, we'll see," Dean taunted, heading over to take a sip from a bottle of whiskey. Sam came in, joining him. "Dean," he greeted him. "Yeah?" Dean asked, wiping off the bloody demon knife. "Look, man. You- you're running on what, uh, whiskey and- and coffee and whatever else you're taking."

"Yeah, and?"

"And we're grasping at straws here, man," Sam pointed out. "Look, I kill enough of these demons, eventually one of 'em's gonna tell me where Crowley is. So we good?" Dean gave his little brother a sharp look. "Well look, you've been at it for a while, why don't you at least let me take over? You deserve a break." He couldn't do that. "No thanks." He walked toward the demon. "Dean," Sam grabbed his arm. "Sam, back off. Lisa and Ben, wherever they are, that is a hundred percent on me. And Mack… I'll yell if I need you."

Realizing that was the best he was going to get, Sam let go, nodding and then walked out. Outside, he looked up at the sky desperately. "Castiel, it's Sam. Um, so look, I don't know if you're in on this whole Ben-Lisa-Mack thing, but if you have any heart whatsoever, bring 'em back to us, man. C'mon. Please. I'm begging you. I am begging you, do you understand?" He looked around, but there wasn't any sign of the angel. He scoffed, walking away.

Back where he was standing, Cas watched him go, invisible. He vanished, heading to Crowley's lab. The demon king was reading an anatomy book when he walked in. "Sweetie. You look tense," he purred. "You took Mack, Lisa and Ben," Cas growled. "Oh. That," Crowley closed his book. "I told you-"

"Not to touch Sam and Dean. And I've respected that. I'm merely exploiting an obvious loophole. As long as I have the trio, your fop-coiffed little heroes will be scouring the Earth for them, therefore not you, and not me. Everybody wins."

"Mckinley was off limits as well," Cas fumed. "She's a Winchester!" Crowley rolled his eyes. "Technically, her birth certificate doesn't declare her a Winchester. The last name was left off, and typically in those situations, the child takes the mother's name. Ergo, she is actually a Hudson, which means she's fair game. Besides, Squirrel cares more about his little chipmunk than the other two, so I was just making the smart decision."

"You should have talked to me first." Crowley smirked, "I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission." He chuckled. "Where are they, Crowley?" Cas growled. The demon made a zipping and locking motion across his lips and then mimed putting the key in his pocket. "You are not to harm them, you understand me? Especially Mckinley." Crowley scowled. "You know what? You're all maxed out on putting humans out of bounds. I'll do with them as I please. Want to stop me? Go find freaking Purgatory!" Just then, Cas clutched at his head as he got a summoning call.

"Call on the bat phone? Never call during business hours, do they?"

"I'll be back."

In a forest clearing, Balthazar waited for Cas to come to him. He turned when he heard the tell-tale sound of wings. "Cas, Cas, Cas. So good of you to come," he smiled. "Balthazar. Why'd you summon me here?" Cas had become suspicious of these types of calls after what happened with Rachel. "Can I ask you a direct question?" Balthazar asked him. "Of course," Cas nodded. "Are you in flagrante with the King of Hades?"

"Of course not," Cas lied. Balthazar laughed. "Always were such a terrible liar. So it's true. Alright then, why?" Cas frowned, "It's a means to an end. Balthazar, you can understand that." The other angel nodded. "Oh, absolutely. But what's the end here, exactly? You know, raid Purgatory, snatch up all the souls." Cas' expression was set and determined. "Win the war." Balthazar wet his lips. "And I can only assume that you'd be the vessel, correct? Suck up all those souls into yourself? All that power?"

"It's the only way."

"Or too much juice for you, in which case you'll explode, taking a substantial chunk of the planet with you," Balthazar pointed out. "That won't happen," Cas shook his head. "Sure, sure. Of course," Balthazar scoffed. "Just- just tell me that it's entirely risk-free." Cas avoided the question. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I need to know. Are you with me or not?" Balthazar chuckled. "Ah. You know, you may be certifiable, but fine. In for a penny, in for a pound."

"How'd you hear about this, anyway?" Cas asked him curiously. "Oh, your howler monkeys, of course. See, they're just a touch worked up about that kidnapping business." So was he, though he was trying his best not to show it. It was bad enough Crowley took Lisa and Ben, but Mack? That was what made Cas truly furious. And the way Crowley justified it, even though as a Winchester she was included in the 'off limits' list… Sensing Dean in distress, Cas vanished without another word to Balthazar. He appeared in Bobby's garage just in time to see the demon Dean was interrogating, choking him against a van.

Making himself visible, he laid a hand on the demon and light emanated from the demon's face as he died. As its host fell to the ground, Dean stared at Cas in shock. "I didn't ask for your help," Dean spat as he caught his breath. "Well, regardless, you're welcome," Cas replied. "Why are you here?" Dean pushed past him. "I had no idea Crowley would take Mack, Lisa and Ben," Cas informed him. Dean picked up the broken strap that had held the demon in place. "Yeah, right," he nodded sarcastically.

"You don't believe me," Cas murmured sadly. "I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth," Dean growled. "I thought you said you loved me. And you know I love you, so why would I ever do anything to hurt you? Shouldn't trust run both ways?" Dean winced, "Cas, I just can't…" He avoided looking at the angel, not wanting to see the sadness in those blue eyes. "Dean, I do everything you ask. I always come when you call, and I truly do love you. And if you don't believe that, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats, I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is one thing."

"Trust your plan to pop Purgatory?"

"I've earned that."

Dean scoffed. "I came to tell you I will find Mack, Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back," Cas continued. "Stand behind me, the one time I ask." Dean glared at him coldly. "You're asking me to stand down?" he asked. "Dean," Cas pleaded. "That's the same damn ransom note Crowley handed me. You know that, right? Well, no thanks. I'll find 'em myself. In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley and tell him I said you can both kiss my ass." Dean walked away, pressing a fist to his mouth, upset. The sound of Cas' wings as the angel disappeared broke his heart.

He exited the garage, heading for the house. His shoulders slumped and his head hung as he fought to hold himself together. He wanted to trust Cas. He wanted to believe in him. But this plan, the lying and working with Crowley to get into Purgatory… all for that stupid war… There had to be another way to defeat Raphael. Something Cas hadn't thought of or tried. When he got inside, Sam and Balthazar were talking. "Because- I know I'm gonna live to regret this- but I'm officially on your team," Balthazar was telling Sam. "You bastards."

"And we should believe you, why?" Dean asked, making himself known. "Would you believe I had a shred of decency?" Balthazar asked, making a callback to their earlier conversation. "No," Sam replied bluntly. "Oh. That hurts," Balthazar put a hand to his chest. Sam raised his eyebrows. "Okay, you're right. It's survival. You see, I asked Cas some questions and I disliked his answers. He seems awfully sure of himself for a man who wants to swallow a million nuclear reactors. I mean, these things can get a bit Chernobyl, you know? So, voilà. Consider me your double agent. Oh, and I took the liberty of searching for your friends and the littlest one. Uh, took a while. Crowley's a clever one."

"You found them?" Dean asked hopefully. "Well, the upside is yes, uh, the downside is no, I can't get them for you." Sam frowned, "Why not?" Balthazar sighed. "Because Crowley's angel-proofed the whole bloody building. I guess he doesn't trust Cas. Seems that marriage is going swimmingly… You may not have to worry about breaking up with him," the angel jabbed at Dean. Dean ignored him, focused on the fact that they could save his daughter and Lisa and Ben. "Okay, well get us as close as you can," he requested.

"Sure. But then you're on your own."

Balthazar teleported himself and Sam and Dean to the outside of the abandoned factory where Crowley had taken Mack, Lisa and Ben. "Alright, boys. This is where I get off. God be with you and what have you." The angel vanished. The boys moved in closer to the building. A demon came out on patrol and Dean stabbed it with the demon knife. He groaned as he died. Dean pushed the body over the gate to Sam who left it on the ground. They entered the building, Sam carrying a shotgun and Dean armed with Ruby's knife and a duffel of other weapons. "Alright, be careful," Dean told Sam.

They split up, Dean going down a flight of stairs and Sam rounding the corner, shotgun aimed. He heard a noise, gasping and turning around. From above him, a demon jumped down and knocked him unconscious. It was joined by a second demon, and together they carried Sam away, throwing him in a room and locking the door. Meanwhile, downstairs, Mack, Lisa and Ben were sitting on the ground tied together to a post in another room with stairs at the entrance. A demon stood at the table in front of them. Two other demons entered the room and walked over to join the first demon.

They heard punches getting thrown outside, and the first demon went to investigate, closing the door behind him. There were more punches and groaning. The other two demons went to investigate as well. The third demon closed the door, and then was immediately thrown back through it. The door broke off, falling with the demon from the top of the stairs to the ground below. Ben turned away, shielding his face in his mom's side. The second demon was pushed against the wall by Dean as he brandished the demon knife. He stabbed the demon, who fell back and Dean kicked him.

The demon groaned, falling from the stairs and breaking part of the banister. Dean pulled the demon knife, heading over to the three hostages. "Daddy," Mack whimpered. "It's okay, bug. I'm here now," he assured her. "Still gotta get you out of here." He cut loose Mack first, then Lisa and Ben. "Dean, wait-" Lisa said as he started to shepherd Ben and Mack toward the stairs. Before he could ask, Mack managed to grab the demon knife from him and grab Ben, holding the knife to his neck- despite being five years younger than him, she was almost the same height as him thanks to her Winchester genes. "We're not going anywhere," she taunted, eyes flashing black.

Dean froze, mouth agape as he stared at his possessed daughter. "Crowley thought you might come, so he had me jump this little bitch for insurance," the demon continued. "Can't go losing our leverage, can we?" Beside Dean, Lisa was staring at her son and Mack, terrified. Dean swallowed, taking a step forward. "Ah," the demon stopped him. "Another step. Free appendectomy." The demon smirked, addressing Ben, then. "You know, she's awake in here, Mckinley. I can hear her thinking."

"Don't listen to her, Ben," Dean told the boy, trying to convince himself to do the same. "What?" she asked, smirking at Dean. "I was just gonna tell him she's begging me to kill him. She's been holding a grudge for all the times he bullied her." Ben's eyes were wide, frozen in place as he was held at knifepoint. "Don't you dare," Dean growled. "Oh, please. Like you actually care about him. You only stayed with them because your precious little angel ditched you as soon as he got his wings back. That had to hurt."

"That's not Mack, Ben. She's lying," Dean assured him. "Says the 'bastard drunk' who made their lives miserable the second you showed up on that doorstep. Whatever gets you through the night, Dean-o." Dean took another step forward. "Uh uh. Back off, cowboy," she told him, then addressed Ben once more. "What do you think? Should we slash the neck or stab you in the stomach? I love watching humans bleed out."

"Ben, look at me. Look at me," Dean told the young boy. He had taken out a flask of holy water, but kept it out of sight so the demon in Mack wouldn't notice. "You're gonna be just fine." Ben nodded, and then several things happened at once. The demon managed to stab Ben's side as Dean flung the holy water at it. Lisa cried out when she saw Ben get stabbed while the demon stumbled back, letting go of Ben. Ben had a hand to his bleeding side as he ran past Dean to his mom. The demon then went after Dean with the knife. He managed to evade her, pushing her against the wall and forcing the knife out of her hand. As soon as it hit the floor, he kicked it backwards. "Lisa, knife."

Lisa picked it up, holding Ben close to her as they both clutched at his wounded side. "What's the matter, Dean?" the demon asked. "Hit me! Oh, you don't want to hurt poor Mckinley." She laughed at him, pushing him backwards. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," he began chanting. "Shut your mouth," she growled, managing to punch him in the face. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica," he continued, the demon struggling to breath, "ergo draco maledicte. Ecclesiam."

"Stop it."

"Tuam."

"I'm warning you," she gasped. "You can go to Hell, you black eyed bitch," he spat. She abruptly backed away from him, grabbing a straight razor from the table. He paused, momentarily distracted wondering what she was going to do. "You sure about that?" she asked, stabbing the razor into Mack's stomach. "No!" he cried. "Exorcize me now," she laughed. "She's just a dead meatsuit. Now, what was it you wanted to say?" Dean paused, looking from his daughter over at Lisa and Ben. They were staring back at him in shock.

"Securi tibi facias libertate," he continued brokenly, and Mack started bleeding from her mouth, "servire te rogamus, audi nos." Mack screamed as the demon was expelled from her body and she fell to the ground. "Mack!" Dean cried, rushing forward. "Bug, hey. Here, put pressure on that, okay?" He gave her a cloth, helping her press it to the wound. She moaned in pain. "I know, baby, I know," he murmured, dialing Sam. Lisa had come over, kneeling on the other side of Mack, stroking her hair. "That's it, it's okay."

"This is Sam, leave a message," Dean heard. "Sam, where are you, dammit?!" he yelled, hanging up. "Alright, Lis, we gotta get her out of here, okay?" Lisa nodded, "Yeah, what do you need?" Dean swallowed, "You and Ben gotta carry the weapons. There's a salt gun in the duffel. You need to use it to shoot the demons while I carry her out of here."

"Okay."

Lisa went to the duffel, taking out the gun. Dean picked up Mack, who groaned. "Ben. The knife. Get the knife," he ordered. Lisa handed the knife to her son, slinging the duffel of weapons over her shoulder and hefting the gun in her hands. "Alright, Lis. Keep your elbow in, gun tight to your shoulder and watch for the kick." They made their way out of the room, Lisa taking the lead with the gun, Ben behind her and Dean bringing up the rear with Mack in his arms. A demon approached them, and Lisa shot the gun, momentarily stunned by the kickback. "Lis? Lisa," Dean said. "I got it," she replied, surging forward once more. She shot two more demons as they made their way upstairs. There was a pounding on a nearby door.

"Dean!" Sam yelled from inside. "Sam?" Dean called back. "I'm in here!" Dean gently set Mack down on the ground, using his own gun to shoot the lock off the door and Sam came out. "Mom," Ben groaned, still holding a hand to his wounded side. His face was getting pale. "Come on, we gotta get to a hospital," Dean told Sam. "Lis, give Sam the gun so you can help Ben. I got Mack. Sam, we need a ride." Dean picked Mack back up, Sam taking the gun from Lisa while she went to her son's side, aiding him along.

They got outside the building, and Sam went ahead, coming back in a stolen car. Lisa helped Ben get situated up front, opting to sit in the back with Dean for space. Dean sat with Mack's head in his lap, helping her keep pressure on her wound. Her feet rested in Lisa's lap. "Go, go, go," Dean ordered Sam as soon as they were loaded. "Hey, hey, stay with me, bug," he murmured, running his free hand through her hair. "Sam, you gotta go faster, man!" He went back to talking to Mack. "You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine."