When they arrived at the cemetery, they began shining their flashlights on the gravestones, searching for Leticia and the four boys.
"I found the boys," Dean called out to the others.
"And here's Leticia Gore," Sam replied. Milly watched as Demian and Barnes were tiptoeing around the graveyard searching the bushes.
"What are you guys doing?" She asked.
"We're looking for bones, kid. They gotta be around here somewhere." Demian responded, still pretending to be Dean, and she turned to the real Dean.
He shook his head in annoyance and dumped his bag on the ground whilst Sam pulled shovels out.
"Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground."
"Yeah, I know that. I just-wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?" Demian questioned, returning to his normal voice.
"Deadly."
"We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game," Barnes said nervously.
"Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" Dean asked.
Sam and Dean began digging the grave up while Milly stood holding the flashlights above them so they could see. Demian and Barnes' feelings about this kept getting worse and worse, the further the brothers dug. They looked over at the nine-year-old, who was alarmingly chill about the situation they were all in. Her hands were steady and calm, while Barnes was beginning to shake like a leaf. Dean finally hit the coffin with a thud, and lifted the lid, revealing an old rotted skeleton. Demian gagged, causing Milly to look up at him in concern.
"That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... that's a skeleton skeleton." Demian choked.
"You just dug up a real grave," Barnes exclaimed and Dean looked at him, still in the grave.
"Yeah."
"You guys are nuts," Demian commented.
"I thought you guys wanted to be hunters," Sam replied, pulling himself out of the grave as they began to freak out.
"Hunters aren't real, man. This isn't real."
"You just dug up a real skeleton in the middle of a cemetery at night and she's not even scared!" Barnes exclaimed, gesturing to Milly who stood beside the younger Winchester brother.
"So?" Sam asked.
"That's messed up!"
Milly furrowed her eyebrows at Barnes, slightly offended.
"Just because I'm not scared, doesn't mean there's something wrong with me."
"N-no that's not what-"
"Yeah, you tell 'em, Mils," Dean smirked, tossing the shovel on the ground outside of the grave.
"My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this..."
They began to walk away before Barnes turned around.
"When we get back we're-"
He froze when he noticed Gore standing beside Sam and Milly.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Gore shrieked and Sam shoved Milly out of the way just before he was thrown. Demian and Barnes were screaming and running when Barnes tripped and fell with a thud.
Dean heaved himself out of the grave with a grunt and looked at Milly who was on the ground.
"Find the salt!" He ordered and she scrambled over to the duffel, digging around for it. Dean grabbed the lighter fluid and lighter while Milly began pouring salt all over the bones.
Demian and Barnes held each other and screamed, as Gore approached them.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!"
She pushed a hand into each of their chests and they began howling in pain as Dean rushed to pour the kerosene on the bones. In one movement, Dean flicked on his lighter and dropped it into the grave, lighting up the bones. Gore went up in flames, leaving the other two panting in fear.
"Real enough for you?" Dean asked and they looked at him in horror.
Inside, at the bar, Demian took a shot and exhaled deeply, unable to process what had just happened out in the graveyard.
"That was...really…" Barnes sighed.
"Awful. Right?" Dean asked and he and Sam stood behind them at the bar.
"Exactly. Round's on us guys." He said, slapping Barnes on the shoulder and placing a note on the bar.
"See you around," Sam told them before they turned to go.
"Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?" Demian asked, stopping them.
"We..uh...We read the books." Sam replied and Dean nodded in agreement, placing a hand on Milly's shoulder.
"This one is just a horror movie junkie. Nothing scares her anymore." He chuckled awkwardly and they nodded slowly.
The Winchesters stopped by where Chuck stood talking to the convention manager on their way out.
"Hey, Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books, and screw you very much." Dean told him before turning and walking away.
"Fans of yours?" The con manager asked.
"Hmmm. I'd say no."
Sam and Dean approached the main doors and tried to leave, but the doors wouldn't budge.
"That's weird," Dean commented.
They continued to walk around and check all the doors and windows, but with no luck.
"Hey. Anything?" Dean asked as Sam and Milly approached him.
"Every exit's locked."
"Looks like something's keeping us in."
"Yeah. This is bad." Sam said.
"Gee ya think Sammy?"
Suddenly a woman screamed and they took off running in that direction.
The actress from earlier ran out of a room, looking behind her, just before being caught by Dean.
"Don't go in there!" The woman shrieked.
"Get downstairs ok? Go go!"
They made their way into the library to see Gore's son crouching in a corner holding his head.
"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?"
"Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks." Dean retorted, causing Sam to clear his throat, telling his brother to stop.
"Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while."
"My mommy didn't do this to me."
"What? Then who did?" Sam asked, but the boy disappeared.
Suddenly Milly felt another tug on her hair so she took a step closer to Sam. However, just seconds later it wasn't a tug, but a rather aggressive yank.
"Ow!" She exclaimed, holding her head, and the brothers looked down at her in alarm.
"What's the matter? What happened?" Dean asked.
"Something keeps pulling my hair."
The brothers exchanged a worried look before Sam pulled her over to him.
"Here. let's try this," He suggested, carefully taking her hair and tucking it into her hoodie so it wasn't in reach by anything.
"You let us know if you feel something, alright?" Dean told her, and she nodded.
"Not even a year old and we're already having to keep the boys away…" Dean commented under his breath and Sam scoffed half-heartedly.
In the convention room, Chuck stood on a stage in front of a crowd of no more than forty.
"Well, guys I guess we're out of time. So thank you for your incredibly probing and rigorous questions, and have a good…" Chuck was cut off by Sam running onto the stage and awkwardly whispering in his ear.
"Hey...What? Holy crap." Chuck said and the audience murmured in concern.
"You gotta keep everyone safe in here Chuck. This is life or death," he muttered quietly.
"For how long?" Chuck muttered back.
"As long as it takes."
"Well...how the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"I don't know man. Just do it." Sam told him before rushing off the stage.
"Ok. So ahh, good news. I got much more to tell you... I guess." Chuck announced to the audience, unsure of what to tell them. Meanwhile, Dean ushered the employees into the auditorium as well.
"Buddy, I got work to do." The hotel manager complained but Dean kept nudging him inside.
"You're gonna want to see this, trust me. It's gonna be a hell of a show."
He closed the door behind him and turned to Milly who stood outside.
"Okay, stay right outside these doors. Make sure they remain closed until this is all over, alright?"
Milly nodded and stepped in front of the doors like she was guarding them. Sam laid down a line of salt and faced Dean.
"Ok. New theory. The legends about Leticia are ass-backward obviously." Dean grumbled.
"Yeah. So let's say those three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians."
"LARPing as cowboys and Indians." Dean corrected, causing Sam to roll his eyes.
"Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him."
"Mom catches 'em in the act, flips out, slices them, and dices herself."
"If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building."
"Yeah, and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control."
"Smooth move on our part."
"Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones."
"How? We're trapped, we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing."
"Exactly."
"You want me to do what?" The actress exclaimed.
"You're an actress. We just want you to act." Dean explained simply.
"I work at Hooters, in Toledo. No, you can forget it."
"You'll be safe, we promise. This is really important."
A hand fell on dean's shoulder and he turned around to face Demian and Barnes.
"We wanna help," Demian told Dean who turned to Sam.
"Just give her the puppy dog thing ok?"
"Guys, no." He continued to the other two.
"Why not?" Barnes asked.
"Cause this isn't make-believe."
"Look, we know. We're not nuts. We're freakin' terrified." Demain said, his real voice stone-cold serious.
"Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something," Barnes added.
"Why?"
"Because. That's what Sam and Dean would do."
Milly stood in front of the doors, her little heart racing. Dean and the actress had gone up to the library to confront the ghost boys and the other three were across the room from her, trying to push the front door open. Milly understood that they had to get this right. She understood that her job was to make sure no one in the room behind her got hurt. But as she watched Sam, Demian, and Barnes struggle with the door, she realized that they might not be able to save anyone if they didn't get that door open. She ran over and began pushing on the door, using her powers.
"Milly? What are you doing?" Sam asked just before the door gave a little.
"Helping!"
"Go, go, go," Sam grunted, pushing on the door as hard as he could.
Demian and Barnes squeezed out and the girl noticed it was closing again.
"Milly don't-"
She squeezed out before Sam could even finish.
"Milly!" Sam shouted, trying to stop her but the door shut.
"Damn it!" He growled, slamming his fist on the door.
Milly ran as fast as she could to the graveyard, Demian and Barnes chasing after, holding the salt and burn supplies. She shined her flashlight over the boys' gravestones that Dean had discovered earlier.
"Over here!" She called, and Demian and Barnes rushed over to dig the graves.
Together they dug the graves, Milly helping as best as she could.
Once they recovered all the bones, Milly poured the salt and lighter fluid on them while Demian struggled with the lighter.
"How does Dean always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try? Come on!"
"I'll do it," Milly said, reaching for the lighter.
"No offense, but I don't think-"
"We don't have time for this." She muttered, forcing it from his hand to hers.
Demian, being the only one who saw, gasped, and stepped back as Milly lit the lighter on the third try after seeing Dean do it a dozen times.
"What? What is it?" Barnes asked worriedly, and Milly dropped the lighter on the pile of bones.
"She-she took it from my hand without even touching it."
"What? You dropped it." Milly chuckled, playing it off as he imagined it.
"No-"
"It's been a crazy night, I think you're starting to see things, Demian. I couldn't take it from you without touching it. That's not possible."
"She's right. You've been through a lot." Barnes agreed, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Milly turned around and began zipping up the duffels with an amused smile on her face.
Outside of the hotel, Sam and Dean spotted Milly walking over with Demian and Barnes, covered in dirt.
"Oh my god…" Sam muttered.
"Hey hey hey, are you alright?" Dean asked in concern.
"I think so. Maybe a herniated disk?" Barnes replied tiredly, and Demian elbowed him.
"I'm pretty sure he was talking to his kid."
"Oh, right." Barnes chuckled, causing Dean to roll his eyes before bending down in front of Milly, who looked exhausted.
"Are you hurt?"
"No." she shook her head before looking up at Sam who had joined them.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I just didn't want them to go alone in case the ghosts went after them."
Sam bent down beside Dean and smiled at her.
"You did great out there, Mils. We're proud of you."
She felt her heart warm with joy at his words
"Really?" She asked softly.
"Really. The real Jo has some competition if you ask me."
"Cool." She smiled.
"Don't let her know I said that," Dean muttered to Sam who chuckled.
"Still don't know who that is." The girl frowned slightly.
"I'm sure you'll meet her soon. Let's get you cleaned up." Sam said, picking Milly up. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her inside the hotel.
That morning, Milly rubbed her eyes tiredly, only getting a few hours of sleep after their frenetic night. She walked closely beside Sam until they reached Chuck and Becky outside.
"Look, Sam, I'm not gonna lie, we had undeniable chemistry. But like a monkey on the sun, it was too hot to live. It can't go on. Chuck and I, we found each other. My yin to his proud yang. And well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I'm so so sorry." Becky apologized dramatically.
"Yeah, Sam. Sorry." Chuck added sheepishly.
"Will you be all right?"
Sam pretended to put a sad face on and sighed heavily as though he was upset.
"Honestly I don't know. I'll just have to find a way to keep living, I guess."
Becky sighed in relief and beamed up at him.
"God bless you."
Milly, still standing beside Sam looked between the three of them and lowered her eyebrows. Whatever was happening around her, it was one thing she did not want to know about.
"Oh, Chuck, if you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us."
"Wow. Really?" He replied in excitement.
"No, not really. We have guns and we will find you."
"Ok, ok. No more books."
"See you around."
"Bye!" Milly added, waving to the other two as they began to walk away.
"Sam! Wait, one more thing." Becky exclaimed, starting to run after them.
"In chapter 33 of Supernatural Time is on My Side, there's that girl Bela? She was British, and a cat burglar."
"Yeah, I know."
"She stole the Colt from you and then she said she gave it to Lilith, remember?"
"Yeah."
"Well you know she lied right, she didn't really give it to Lilith."
"Wait, what?" Sam demanded, looking at Chuck.
"Didn't you read the book? There was this one scene where Bela gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley. Lilith's right hand man. And I think her lover too." Becky explained.
"Crowley. Didn't it occur to you to tell us this before?" He asked Chuck who shook his head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't remember. I'm not as much of a fan as she is."
"Becky, tell me everything."
As Sam and Becky were talking, Milly sat down on a short rock wall acting as a border to the small garden outside the hotel.
"Milly? It is Milly right?" Chuck asked, walking up to her.
"Uh-huh. And you're Chuck?"
"Yeah, that's me… so uh where'd you come from? I don't remember Dean ever having a kid."
"Oh, well," She paused, looking around for him, but he didn't seem to be outside yet.
"He didn't know about me until recently." She explained vaguely, knowing she wasn't supposed to tell anyone who she really was.
"And your mom? Who's she?"
Milly looked at him quizzically, unsure why he was so curious about her if he knew everything about Sam and Dean's life. Surely he would've been able to see her too.
Unless he wasn't supposed to.
"Hey Mils, time to go!" Sam called, waving her over. She hopped off the wall and turned to Chuck.
"Maybe she just isn't important to the story." She shrugged and turned back and ran towards Sam as Chuck watched her thoughtfully.
"Maybe not, but you will be." He spoke softly, no one close enough to hear him.