Dean was casually chatting with the ladies, Chuck warily shifting in his chair, when Cas returned. Both Jodie and Eileen started to stand as Dean turned to see Sam storm straight across the room to Chuck and punch him in the face.

"How did you get out of Purgatory?!" Chuck managed to squeak out before Sam punched him again.

"You bastard!" Sam decked him, nearly knocking him over but setting him right before he fell. "Why?!" And again. "What did she do to you?!" And again. "You bastard!" He reared back to hit him again, but was stopped by Dean grabbing his arm.

"Whoa! Sammy!"

Sam stopped in shock. "Dean...?"

"Hey. It's ok. You're ok." Dean held his arm until he was sure Sam wasn't go swinging again. He let go, holding his hands up in a calming motion. "What's wrong?"

"Millie... She... She's..."

Dean had to quickly grab Sam and pull him away from the chair as a quiet giggling came from the shape hanging in the ropes. When they were out of swinging distance, Dean moved to hold Sam's face, pulling his attention to him. "What happened? Was it a monster? Something attack you guys?"

Sam shook his head. "Purgatory is...different. It's not...it's not the same. We hardly ran into anyone. Just the vampire..." He drifted off, and Dean could see his younger brother obviously playing what had happened in his head.

"Sammy."

"She's in Hell, Dean. I tried to grab her...to pull her up... But she..."

That threw him. "Hell?" He swung around to stand in front of Sam, holding him back while he talked to Chuck. "She's been on Earth all of a day. How the hell did she end up going from Purgatory to Hell?"

Chuck was still giggling, head bowed from the beating he took. "The first murder...wasn't just murder..."

"What?" The elder Winchester was trying to glare at the giggling fool, but couldn't get past the gibberish.

"Fratricide."

Both Winchesters turned to Jodie. "What?" Dean asked again.

Jodie looked up at the boys with sadness on her face. "The first murder - Cain and Abel. It was fratricide..." She shrugged, obviously uncomfortable that she had figured it out and had to explain it. "Millie... Technically...she killed her brother... Which would get her a one-way ticket...down..."

"No. No. That's not..." Dean turned to Cas, looking for help while also having to hold back Sam who was eager to get back to pummeling Chuck. "Cas..."

Cas just shook his head.

"We can't get her out, Dean." He looked at Sam, who met his gaze with anger, guilt, and pain all flickering across his face. "She's down there and we can't get her out."

Millie found herself standing in a throne room. At least, that's what it looked like. She was gazing around in awe at the gothic architectural elements surrounding her.

Not exactly what I thought Hell would look like...

"Hello?"

She started and slowly turned around to the throne. There was a couple of tall, large men standing on either side of the throne and on the throne itself was a small, slight woman. Her hair was like fine curls of flame flowing down to blend with the fine red silk dress she was draped in.

"Hello..." Millie responded hesitantly.

"We don't have any other arrivals for today, do we?" the woman asked to the large man - demon? - to her left.

"No, my lady."

"That's what I thought." The woman gracefully waved for Millie to step forward. "What's your name, lass?"

"Millie...my lady..." she replied, shuffling closer to the woman. "Millie Winchester..."

The woman sat up straighter at this. "Winchester? Did you say Winchester?"

Millie halted. "Umm...yes..."

"As in...Sam and Dean...Winchester?"

"My brothers. Umm...technically...sort of... It's kind of a long story..."

The woman laughed, clapping her hands together with the amusement of it. "Ooooh, I have no doubt." She motioned to the man/demon on her right. "I dare say we may have need of our friend from the...records department."

"Yes, my lady." He bowed and quickly walked off and out a side door.

Millie watched him go curiously, before turning back to the woman on the throne.

"Now," the woman started, seemingly settling back into the throne and getting comfortable. She motioned towards a chair Millie hadn't noticed the man/demon on the left had materialized just in front of the throne. "Have a seat, my dear, and tell Auntie Rowena all about it."

Dean had tried to get Sam to calm down, to tell him it wasn't his fault. He did all he could. But Dean also understood what his brother was going through. How many times were they in this same position? Thinking they did something wrong or made some mistake that ended in the other's death. And yet...there was also a reset, wasn't there? Until there wasn't...

He was almost willing to let Sam go back to beating Chuck to a pulp. Was tempted to join him. But he knew that wasn't going to fix anything. And they might need Chuck for...something.

Sam eventually stormed into the kitchen. They could hear him digging through the fridge and then cabinets, searching for some random nothing. Jodie and Eileen were quietly talking in the corner, most likely coming up with a plan to help Sam with yet another tragedy when Cas and Dean eventually left and they had to pick up the pieces. They certainly weren't going to let him disappear like he did after Dean...

Cas walked up to Dean, evidently on the verge of suggesting that they should, in fact, leave. That there was nothing left for them to do here. Dean held up his hand and was about to contradict the angel, when he realized there was suddenly someone new in the room.

Two someones.

"Millie?" Dean asked hesitantly.

As quiet as the question was, Sam apparently heard that or the sudden silence that had preceded it. He poked his head around the corner before rushing back into the room, running up to Millie and practically lifting her off the ground in a hug. He set her back down, leaning down with a hand on either of her shoulders to look her in the face.

"What... How?"

"Umm...not sure exactly. I think..." She nodded toward the other woman that had arrived with her. This woman was glaring at Chuck and had either not noticed or chose to ignore the family reunion that took place beside her. "That's...a friend from the records department...I think..."

"What?" Sam asked.

"My name is Clotho," the woman simply stated.

"Oh, that makes sense." Millie grinned. "The records department." Both brothers just looked at her with confused looks. "She's one of the Fates."

"I thought you were in Hell..." Sam said questioningly.

"I was. Oh! Rowena says hi." She grinned at Sam. Then turned to Dean. "She just mentioned Sam...but I'm sure the hi extends to you too. She just didn't know you were here."

Dean grinned back at her. "She's doing well, I assume."

"Oh yeah."

"And you just...hung out with her. In her throne room."

She went to respond but then registered the sarcasm in the comments. "Umm...yeah. Hey. It was still Hell."

He playfully punched her arm. "Doesn't count."

"Hey, more important," Sam said, cutting off their playful jabbering. "What's a Fate doing here?"

"I'm cleaning up a mess, obviously." Clotho tossed a glare at the brothers before turning back to Chuck, taking a book out of her bag. "As you are not exactly in a god standing, I will use your mortal name for simplicity's sake. Mr. Shurley, would you care to explain what exactly this is?" At this, the woman had gestured towards Millie.

"Hey..." The verbal shout had come from Jodie, but everyone behind Clotho were on the verge of arguing the phrasing.

Clotho ignored them. "Mr. Shurley?"

"Chuck. You can call me Chuck." Chuck looked seemingly even more uncomfortable now than when Dean had first shown up. It could be the blossoming bruises, but there seemed to be real fear in his eyes.

"Mr. Shurley, you need to explain your actions. A few Hell-hours ago, a woman arrived in Hell claiming to be an offspring of John and Mary Winchester. Not only was there not anyone scheduled to be reporting to Hell at that time, John and Mary Winchester only had two children." She referenced her book. "Dean Michael Winchester, deceased. Samuel James Winchester, living." She made a show of dragging her finger up and down the page a few times. "There is only one Millie Winchester, nee Procter, wife of Henry Winchester, deceased." She shut the book with a snap. "So...explain to me why there is another being walking around, calling itself Millie Winchester, and claiming to have been brought into existence by you."

Chuck seemed to shrink in on himself as he quietly said, "Because I...did..."

"You did what?" Again - simple statement. Short. Sharp.

"I took the soul that was meant for that child and brought it to life for my own purposes."

"Even though that soul was not meant for that child. Because that child died with its mother. The 2nd of November, the year of 1983."

"Yes..." More shrinking.

"Thank you." She turned sharply around. "We'll be leaving now." She turned to Castiel. "Would you prefer your people to deal with...that?" she asked with a toss over her shoulder towards Chuck. "Or would you like me to take him?"

Castiel started to respond, but Sam cut him off. "Hang on. What do you mean we'll be leaving? Millie is staying here."

The woman actually laughed. It was the first break of severity they'd witnessed in her demeanor. "Absolutely not. This is not meant to exist," she stated, again motioning to Millie. "It will be returned to the fabric of the universe where it belongs."

Both brothers stepped in front of Millie, blocking her. Jodie and Eileen both stood up, moving to pull Millie further away from the Fate.

"What the hell do you mean she's not meant to exist?" Dean asked. "She's right here, existing. Has done for, what, 30..."

"Forty..." Millie offered from behind him.

"Forty years-" He turned to her. "You're forty?"

"You're forty-three," she tossed back.

He shrugged and turned back to Clotho. "Forty years. Just because you didn't notice doesn't mean she existed any less."

"It- She..." Clotho reluctantly corrected, if only to make the process go faster. "She isn't in the book. Not in the book - doesn't exist. It's as simple as that. Mr. Shurley went around the Fates with her creation."

"Exactly," Sam stated, matching her matter-of-fact tone. "He broke the rules. He is the one that should be punished."

Again, she broke her standard demeanor to give him a sympathetic look. "He will be punished. Of course. But that does not change the fact that this- Millie is not meant to be here."

"Just write her in," Dean stated, just as blandly.

This took Clotho aback. "What?"

He shrugged at her astonishment. "You make the rules, right? You're one of the Fates. It's your book." He waved at the book she still held in her arms. "Just write her in. Then - bam! She exists. The universe is right with itself again."

"Mr. Winchester, it doesn't work like that."

"Why not?" Sam casually queried. "Like he said, you make the rules. Besides..." He leaned in, conspiratorially before continuing, "how would it look... Forty year old, used particles getting tossed back in the fresh bin."

Dean held back a grin. "Right? Being surrounded with monsters non-stop, right from the start. Leaves a mark. Sure, the Empty was pretty quiet. But all that time in Purgatory. There's a smell, ya know."

Millie felt the need to pip up at that one, but Jodie just patted her arm.

Clotho seemed to consider it. Chuck was quietly mumbling, on the verge of starting an argument, but Cas slid over and slapped him upside the head and managed to shut him up.

"It's very...unorthodox."

The brothers turned to each other, knowing looks passing between them.

"It's a family trait when you think about it," Sam said.

Dean nodded, turning back to Clotho. "We're nothing if not unorthodox."

The eldest Fate couldn't help but smile. But quickly wiped it away as she pulled out her book. "Very well. Your arguments bring up very good points. It would seem that it is more...prudent to allow Millie to...continue. But officially." She flipped through some pages, found what she was looking for, and pulled out a pen to start scribbling. "Millicent Henrietta Winchester. Born 17 July, the year of 1984." And with a snap, that was that.

"Congratulations, Ms. Winchester. You are officially on the books."

"Oh." Millie took a step forward and stopped. "Umm...thank you..."

Clotho nodded.

"Bullshit."

Everyone turned to look at Chuck.

"No. They can't win. Not again. Every time!" He was ramping up, practically shaking in his ropes.

Cas motioned to him with a look to Clotho. "I'm sure we can find some corner for him..."

Clotho shook her head. "No. I promised my sisters I'd bring something back. Besides..." She gave Chuck a wicked grin. "I have been looking for materials for more thread..."

Before Chuck could give out any argument or plea or anything, the two had disappeared.