"I'm going to try dad," dean takes his phone out places it to his ear before the call goes to voicemail, "Dad's not answering".

"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad," Sam states trying justify dad not answering.

"Yeah well," Dean starts. The radio starts chattering with static.

"hey guys, listen," I stop the two reaching over the seat and rolling the dial on the radio, hearing more static come and go. The wind picks up and the lights in the house flicker. Dean turns to look at Sam and me.

"It's coming," I tell them jumping back into my seat and rushing out of my car with my brother quickly behind me. Dean uses a card to slide the lock on the front door open and we enter silently. As we approach the lounge, Sam and I going first, Dean is confronted by Monica's husband. He swings a bat at Dean's head and misses, smashing a lamp. Sam turns back and I continue up to where the nursery would be. Still hearing shouts from the men below.

"Charlie? Is everything okay," I hear from a couple of steps up.

"Monica get the baby," the man yells up to her.

"No, don't go in the nursery," I shout them I start taking the stairs two at a time.

I see Monica in her nightgown as she was in the vision, as she pushes the door to the nursery open. A dark figure stands over Rosie's cot.

"What are you," I hear her question. I push myself harder and run faster to the room. As I enter the room I see her sliding up the wall and onto the ceiling. With the man looking over at me, yellow eyes shining. I stare back frozen in my place. I look over to Monica and start to try and bring her down the wall. Suddenly Sam walks into the room and raises the Colt and pulls the trigger. The demon disappears into smoke. Monica is then released from the demon's power, and I slowly ease her to the floor.

"Where the hell did it go," he screams out.

"My baby," Monica screams moving towards the cot. Sam stops her. As I grab the baby and wrap her up in the blanket as the cot explodes. I run down the stairs with her as Dean grabs the husband helping him out of the house. As we exit the house the nursery window explodes outwards, flames shooting out. I hold the baby close to me as I hold my breath waiting for my twin to show with the mother. Dean drops the husband and comes over to me placing his left arm across my shoulder as if to keep me from running into the house. Suddenly out of the smoke filled front doorway and Monica appears, guided by Sam. Both are coughing. He husband comes to from where Dean dropped him.

"You get away from my family," he tells the three of us.

"No Charlie don't. They saved us," she tells him stopping him from fighting us again.

"I mean they saved us," she tells him tears coming down her face. She comes towards me and I hand her Rosie. Her husband walks over to them and puts his arms around both of them.

"Thank you," she tells us tears still streaming down her face.

Devastated, we turn back to the burning house. The demon is silhouetted in the burning nursery, standing completely still.

"It's still in there," Sam starts starting to walk back inside. I run in front of Sam trying to stop him as Dean grabs him,

"Sam. Sam, no," he states struggling to keep Sam still.

"I know he is in there but running into a home burning to the ground, it's suicide," I yell at Sam.

"I don't care," Sam states yelling back.

"Well, we do, Sam we are a team dying to kill something that will just disappear is not the right move," I tell him. We all look back up as the flames rise again and the demon disappears.

"Ariel, you might wanna clean up your face, and change shirts I have a spare in the trunk," Dean tells me pointing to my nose area.

"why," I ask.

"You'll see when we get back to the car," he tells me.

We walk back to the Impala and I look in the window. I notice blood caked on my face from the nose down and blood down the front of my shirt. Dean has already grabbed the shirt along with a bottle of water and handed them to me. I peel the old one off and place the new one on. I pour some water on the old shirt and wash the blood of my face using the window as a mirror. Once I feel that I am as clean as I will be I toss the shirt into the back seat and get in sitting down and resting my head against the window.

We get back to the motel. Dean is pacing while holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. Sam and I sit on the beds opposite of each other.

"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it," Dean yells at the voicemail before slamming the phone shut, "Somethings wrong".

Sam stares at me, giving great bitchface. 'don't you do it' I think.

'do what'

'whatever dumb thing you are about to do'

"Can you two hear me? Somethings wrong," Dean yells at us.

"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this," Sam yells back at him. 'like that' 'SHUT UP, ARIEL. STAY OUT OF THIS' 'hmm, touchy'. I think back rolling my eyes.

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life, Ariel back me up," Dean states. I shake my head. I have a feeling this is about to get very UGLY. 'ARIEL' 'stay out my head then, asshole'.

"You don't know that," Sam states. Dean starts walking towards the bed Sam was in.

"So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it," dean yells back. Sam stands up.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're damn right I am,"

"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around,"

"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about,"

"Sam, I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over,"

"What,"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing," Dean tells Sam.

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom," Sam yells at Dean.

"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back," Dean tells Sam. Before I could blink. Sam snaps and totally loses it, grabs Dean and shoves him hard against the wall. I gasp in surprise, but before I can move Dean shakes his head to tell me to stay put. I listen to the command and stay away ready to assist, magically, if need be.

"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that," Sam states with anger and hurt in his voice.

"Sam look. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you, Ariel, or Dad....," Dean states with a softness in his voice.

"Dad," Sam states with anger before letting Dean go and walking across the room towards me. Dean stays where he is, taking deep breaths.

"He should have called by now. Try him again," Sam states tears forming in his eyes.

Dean dials dad's number and raises his phone.

"Dad," he calls out.

"Where is he," Dean states very angry. I stare at him with concern. Sam placing his right arm across my chest and left across my waist incase I drop out of shock.