"Okay, so…" Angel sighed as she leaned on the wall, "If you weren't busy springing me from the grave, what are you doing here?"

"Well, once i figured out i couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith." Sam answered as he passed out some beers and took a seat next to Bobby on the couch, "Trying to get some payback."

"All by yourself?" Bobby bristled "Who do you think you are, your old man?"

Across the room, Dean spotted something and frowned before crossing towards it.

"Uh, yeah, i'm sorry, guys." Sam looked between Bobby and Dean apologetically, although the latter wasn't paying him any mind, "I should have called. I was pretty messed up."

"Oh, yeah." Dean picked up the object that caught his attention earlier, a pink lace floral bra, and held it up as he gave his little brother a look, "I really feel your pain."

"Anyway." Sam continued on, promptly ignoring Dean, "Uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here."

"When?"

"Yesterday morning."

"When I was sprung." Angel pursed her lips, "Huh."

Bobby turned to her, "You think these demons are here 'cause of you?"

"Hard coincidence if they aren't."

Dean frowned, "But why?"

"Not sure." She shrugged, "But think about it. I get dragged out of Hell by some big, badass demon and now this? It's connected somehow, for sure."

Bobby shifted as he studied her, "How you feelin', anyway?"

She frowned, "How do you mean?"

"Do you feel like yourself?" He pressed, "Anything strange, or different?"

"Oh come on, Bobby. I'm not a Demon!" She scoffed, "How many times am I gonna have to prove I'm me? You want me to drink a gallon of holy water or what?"

"Listen. No demon's letting you lose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned."

"Well as of now i feel fine, okay? When my head starts spinning in circles then you can worry."

"Alright, alright." Dean mended, "We don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help."

"I know a psychic." Bobby offered, "She's a few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking."

Angel tensed, "I dont know…"

"Hell yeah." Dean instantly agreed, ignoring Angel's reservations, "It's worth a shot."

With a nod, Bobby walked out of the room to make a phone call. Angel sighed and went to follow but Sam caught her arm.

"Ang…" She turned to him curiously as he reached into his collar and pulled out her cross necklace before unclipping it, "You probably want this back."

He placed it in her hand with a small smile which she returned. She closed her hand around the familiar metal as she looked up at him, touched.

"Thanks Sammy."

"Yeah." He nodded and watched her closely as she put the necklace back on, "Angie… what was it like?"

Dean's eyes went from Sam to Angels instantly. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to know her answer. He could tell something was off when she told them she didn't remember anything, and that same look from before was firmly on her face now.

"Hell?" Angel shrugged as she worked hard to avoid both of their gazes, "I can't remember. I must have blacked it out or something."

"Well…" Sam nodded, relief filling him at her answer, "Thank God for that."

Dean met her eye and she looked away instantly, knowing he knew she was lying, "Yeah…"

"How did you two make it out alive anyway?" She immediately changed the subject as she sat back down, "I was sure she was gonna kill you guys."

"She tried." Dean cleared his throat, "But, uh, Sammy kind of put the snub in her plan."

"How?"

"She fired this, like, burning light at me, and…" Sam shook his head just as confused, "It didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something."

Angel gaped, "Immune?"

"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that."

"Try being the bystander on that one." Dean scoffed, "I didn't know what the hell was going on."

"Huh…" Angel nodded slowly as she took all that in, "And Ruby?"

"Dead." Sam shrugged, "For now."

"And what about your freaky ESP stuff?" Dean asked next, turning to Sam, "You been using those?"

Sam glared at him as Angel rolled her eyes, "No."

"You sure about that?" He pressed, "Well, I mean, now that you've got… immunity, whatever the hell that is, just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on. You've been MIA for awhile."

"Dean, knock it off." Angel dismissed, "It's not really the time for the snarky commentary, alright?"

"Nothing, Dean." Sam answered anyway, with a glare pointed straight at his older brother, "Look, you guys didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically Angel's dying wish."

"Good, Sam, I'm glad to hear it." Angel sighed heavily in relief as Sam broods, "Let's just keep it that way, okay?"

Each of them looked over as Bobby came back into the room with his keys, "She's about four hours down the Interstate so try to keep up."

Angel started to walk out with them but stopped herself, "Wait…" The boys all turned to her, including Bobby, "I can't just take off without finding Asa and telling him i'm okay. It's not right."

"You will, darlin, you will." Bobby walked up to her and gave her a soft look, "We just need to figure out what we're dealing with first."

The boys both nodded sadly as well, signaling they agreed. With a frown Angel sighed and followed the three of them outside. Bobby and Dean headed over to the impala, but Sam stopped Angel from following.

He pulled a set of familiar keys from his pocket and tossed them to her, "I assume you'll want to drive."

She grinned from the keys in her hand to her little brother, "Damn straight." As they approached the Trans Am she eyed it lovingly, "Hey, sweetheart." She ran a hand along it lovingly, much like she did the impala when she saw it at Bobbys, "Miss me?" Opening the doors she and Sam settled in but a frown soon filled her face upon seeing an ipod plugged into her stereo, "Uh… Sammy…" She sent a glare over to him, "What the hell is that?"

"Thats an ipod jack. I was modernizing."

"You were supposed to take care of her, not doucher her up! She's a classic!"

"Angie…" He chuckled softly, "I thought it was my car."

"Right. I'd bet anything you wouldn't pull this crap with the Impala."

Angel rolled her eyes as she turned the key in the ignition. Vision by Jason Manns filled her stereo and she turned to gape even more at Sam. He in turn shrugged innocently before she ripped the iphone jack out of the stereo and threw it in the back seat.

"You, little brother, need to be schooled yet again." Reaching into her glove compartment she was pleased to see her favorite Ramones album still sitting there and promptly placed it in the player, "Let's listen to some real music, shall we?"

At Pamela Burns house…

As soon as Bobby knocked on the door it flew open and his psychic friend, Pamela Burns, stepped out. The woman was beautiful with long dark brunette hair that curled around her shoulders and down her back. She looked to be close to Angel's age, in her thirties. Angel couldn't help but admire the glowing ready smile the woman held. Even it was centered on Bobby at the moment.

Pamela grinned excitedly, "Bobby!"

She grabbed him into a hug and briefly lifted him off the ground. The Winchesters shared a look at that as a smirk covered Angels face.

Bobby chuckled, "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"So…" Pamela stepped back to look all three of the Winchesters up and down appraisingly, "These the Winchesters?"

"Angel, Sam, Dean, this is Pamela Barnes." Bobby introduced with a smile, "Best damn psychic in the state."

A flirty look filled Deans face as he nodded at her, "Hey."

Sam waved a little awkwardly, "Hi."

Angel smiled brightly, "Hello."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm." Pamela sent a smirk to Bobby who raised a careful brow at her, "Angel Winchester." Her eyes raked over Angel's body appreciatively, "Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"Sure." She cocked an eyebrow at her, "If you say so."

"Come on in."

Pamela ushered them through the door as Bobby turned to her, "You hear anything?"

"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your girl out, or why."

"So what's next?"

"A séance, I think." She grinned excitedly, "See if we can see who did the deed."

Angel's eyes widened, "You're not saying we summon the thing here are you?"

"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."

Dean shrugged, "I'm game."

"Yeah because this directly involves you." Angel swatted at him before turning back to Pamela, "Look, I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Sweetheart, dont you worry. I know what i'm doing." Pamela winked, "Been doing this a long time."

Begrudgingly Angel agreed and watched as Pamela spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. All three Winchesters eyed it warily. Dean cocked his head as Pamela squatted in front of a cabinet to retrieve some more items. Her shirt lifted to reveal a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that read: Jesse Forever

He smirked, "Who's Jesse?"

"Well…" Pamela chuckled as she retrieved several pillar candles, "It wasn't forever."

"His loss."

She stopped directly in front of Angel with a knowing smirk in her eyes. Her eyes centered on the hunter's lips as Angel rose a brow.

"Might be your sister's gain."

The three of them gaped at her as she passed.

"Dude." Dean lowered his voice, "You are so in."

Angel rolled her eyes, "I think i've got a lot on my plate right now, Dean."

"You just got out of jail." Dean motioned excitedly, "Live a little."

Angel chuckled, "Just relax, will you?"

Pamela winked at the boys as she passed by again, "You fellas are invited if you want."

Angel pointed at them, "The hell you are." When they chuckled she glared, "Can it, boys."

Later on…

Pamela, Bobby, Sam, Dean and Angel were all seated around the small table which now had six lighted candles in the center.

"Take each other's hands." Pamela instructed, "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched."

Pamela slid her hand along Angel's inner thigh making the hunter jump and slam her legs closed when she got a little too close.

"Whoa." She chuckled a little as she sent a wary look to the brunette, "Didn't touch me there."

Pamela giggled, "My mistake."

Angel looked around a little nervously before pulling up her left sleeve to reveal the raised brand that was left on her body. Shock rocked Sam as he stared at it for the first time. His panicked eyes met Deans and Bobbys momentarily before settling back on the brand.

Pamela laid her hand on the brand gently, "Okay." All four closed their eyes as she began to chant, "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." The television in the next room turned on to static but she continued, "I invoke, conjure, and command… Castiel?" The group all looked at her with her furrowed brows as she shook her head, "No. Sorry, Castiel. I don't scare easy."

Dean frowned, "Castiel?"

"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." White noise and static continued from the tv and radios as the table began to shake, "I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face."

"Look…" Angel tensed as the white noise and rattling became more violent, "Maybe we should stop."

"I almost got it." Pamela dismissed, "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!"

Suddenly the candle flames flared up several feet in the air before Pamela began to scream in agony. Her eyes flew open as they were filled with a white-hot flame. Once she collapsed, the rattling, white noise, and flames died out.

Bobby caught her to slowly and gently lower her to the floor, "Call 9-1-1!"

Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room as Dean and Angel rushed over to help. Pamel was conscious, but bleeding and badly burned. Her eyelids flew open to reveal black, empty sockets.

"I can't see!" She sobbed, "I can't see! Oh god!"