I got Dean back to Bobby in one piece, but he remained silent along the way. He was clearly in his head about what happened, replaying the memory over and over again. I was leaning against the door frame that met the kitchen and the living room, Dean was by the window staring out aimlessly. Bobby was leaning against his desk talking to Dean, but I could tell he was in his own world right now.

"Dean? Dean?" Bobby spoke his name, trying to gain his attention. "You listen to a word I said?" Dean shifted his weight between his feet, but remained staring out of the window.

"Yeah, I heard you," he responded. "I'm not calling him," I understood where Dean was coming from, but Sam needed him more than ever right now.

"Don't make me get my gun boy," Bobby threatened, hoping Dean would cave in and phone Sam.

"We are damn near kickoff for armageddon. Don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" Dean wanted to move on from his brother and focus on what was happening right now. At least he was now facing Bobby.

"I know you're pissed, and I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your-"

"Blood?" Dean cuts Bobby off as they make eye contact. "He's my blood -- is that what you're gonna say?" Dean was feeling mixed emotions right now, and he didn't know which to trust.

"He's your brother, and he's drowning," Bobby was soft in his reply, trying to convince Dean that Sam needed his help now more than ever.

"Bobby, I tried to help him. I did. Look what happened,"

"So, try again," Dean remained quiet as he began to take steps forward, his head down away from Bobby's gaze.

"It's too late,"

"There's no such thing,"

"No! Damn it!" Dean raised his voice and turned back around to face Bobby. "No. We got to face the facts -- Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up -- ran away to stanford first chance he got. And now it's like Deja VU all over again... Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him," Dean was giving reasons why Sam was the way he is, but it was much deeper than that. "Screw him. He can do what he wants," I remained quiet in my position, finding if I speak now Dean would surely have my head.

"You don't mean that," Bobby was quick in the defense of brotherhood and blood was stronger than anything.

"Yes, I do, Bobby," Dean raised his head up from the seated position he was in. "Sam's gone. He's gone... I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was," this was kind of depressing, but I did feel for Dean, but I also felt for Sam. I watched as Bobby turned slowly in his position, now facing his desk. I could see his shoulders tense up, and the anger bubbling within. Out of nowhere, Bobby uses his hands to wipe clean his desk, throwing the books and pieces of paper to the ground in a fit of rage.

"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch!" He exclaimed as he strode over to Dean, who quickly stood to his feet. "Well, boohoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess!" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but it was more of a mumbled chuckle. "Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good -- bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Bobby roars, ripping into Dean like there was no tomorrow.

"I told him, 'You walk out that door, don't come back'. And he walked out anyway. That was his choice!" Dean snapped back, not wanting to take Bobby's grief.

"You sound like a whiny brat," Bobby countered, but it made Dean scoff at his comment and walked past him, back towards the window. "No. You sound like your Dad... Well, let me tell you something -- your Dad was a coward," as the words sprung free from Bobby's lips, Dean turned on his heels to face Bobby.

"My Dad was a lot of things Bobby, but a coward?"

"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave," Bobby retorted, but the air became silent for a brief moment. "You are a better man than your Daddy ever was," Dean scoffs once again at Bobby's statement. "So you do both of us a favor -- don't be him," I didn't know the boys' Father, and I couldn't begin what it was like growing up as a Hunter, trained at a young age to kill. I was thankful my Mother stayed by my side for twenty-six years.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean was no longer standing where he was supposed to be, making me push myself from the door frame.

"Where in the hell did he go?!" I exclaimed frantically, as he magically vanished in a blink of an eye.

"I think the Angels have come to collect," Bobby replied, eyeing me up as this wasn't good. Why take Dean now? I didn't have all the answers, and I needed them.

"Great. Angel delivery service snatched up the only person that could find Sam," this day was getting worse with each passing moment. "Now I have to find Dean," I was determined to find Dean, so we could both find Sam.

"How are you going to do that?" Bobby raised an eyebrow up at me, questioning how I was going to locate Dean.

"With a bit of help," a smirk danced across my lips, as I held both my hands out, as if I was about to grab something heavy. Suddenly, a giant cloud of black smoke came to existence and swirled around, making out a shape. Though the smoke cleared within a second, and left me holding my Grimoire. The pages were aged to a point they would crumble if you touched them too hard. The deep leather felt nice against my hands, I hadn't touched this book for a bit.

"A book?" Bobby announces, looking it over as I approach his clean desk. I placed the book onto it, and as I felt Bobby come to the right hand side of me.

"It's my Grimoire, passed through the ages," I turned my head to the right to meet his eyes, which held confusion.

"Grimoires are mainly used to record witches spells-" Bobby's voice got low, as I gave him a knowing look, but he clicked on. "No. You can't be," he was in disbelief right now.

"My Mother was a Witch, a powerful one at that. And when she died, I was given our family Grimoire," as I spoke, my eyes drifted back to the desk, and my hand guided across the leather. "I must be a double threat for you Hunters. Half-Demon, Half-Witch. An ambonation that should never have existed. But, here I am," my eyes reconnected with Bobby who was just in disbelief and was trying to retain the information I was giving him. "I've been hunted by Demons, Witches, Hunters. You name it. All because I was born different. They made me who I am," I could see sorrow in his eyes, as he felt bad for me. But I shook it off, and unlatched the book and flipped it open. Flipping the tender crisp pages one by one. "It will take me a while to find the right spell," I announced, eyes locked on the Grimoire. He mumbles something to himself, but I didn't pay attention, and he wandered away. I was hoping that I would find some sort of spell that would allow me to track Dean.

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Hours of casting locator spells, astral projection spells, Bobby's desk looked messy as hell. I had multiple maps out, some burnt to a crisp or half burnt, others stained with my blood. I wasn't even half way through my Grimoire. Bobby did catch me up to speed on what I might have been missing in my knowledge. Thankfully, it wasn't a lot. However, with each failed attempt, the hope of finding Dean dwindled. But I wasn't going to give up on hope, I flipped to the next tender page, finding another locator spell. It states that this spell can give you the location of the person you seek, and that of their current actions. I inhaled deeply, hoping this one would work.

"We du le mon ennemi on ton," my eyes focused on a half-burnt map that was in front of me. "We du le mon ennemi on ton," I repeated the spell, hoping once I spoke the incantation, it would work. Suddenly, a ring of fire produced itself on the left hand side of the map, and my eyes focused on that. It felt like I was pulled into the pit, and plunged deep into the circle, as my vision descended into darkness. My focus shifted to that of Dean pacing up and down in front of this table which had burgers and beers on, but he was worried it was clear as day. I knew the spell wouldn't last, and it didn't even begin to tell me where he was. He was simply in a room, I couldn't 'roam' as it were, to see anything else.

Just then, the darkness crept in from the sides, enclosing my vision within seconds. This wasn't the way I thought this spell would have gone, but I will do with what I'm given. My vision cleared up, and began to focus on the room. But it wasn't Bobby's living room, this was way fancier, it was the room where Dean was being held. I could tell the golden trimmings anywhere.

"Martha?!" Dean's voice echoed in my ears, making me spin on the spot to see him, as if this was the vision, but it was not. I could see his eyes drift to somewhere else on my face, but I also have the sensation of liquid on me. I reached up with my left hand, touching my fingers onto the substance, bringing my fingers into view, and it was blood. The crimson liquid stained my fingers, but I quickly wiped my right nostril, and wiped it against the black of my jeans.

"Finally, I found you," I announced, discarding his slightly worried expression, as I had no time to figure out what was happening. "It wasn't easy you know," I stepped around the table, coming to stand to the side of him.

"Got a way out?" He announces, turning and grabbing a burger from the table. However, before I could speak Castiel appeared, and grabbed him and threw him to the wall, placing a hand over his mouth. He pulled a knife free, it was Ruby's, and I was about to speak but a pain shot through my head, it sounded like static ringing out. But I didn't make a big deal out of it, besides gripping the table, and my right hand flew to my forehead. But then pain soon passed. I notice Cas drawing a symbol in his own blood, it was that to banish Angels.

"Castiel!" A deep voice pierced the air, making us all look to the source. Clearly an Angel. "Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?" This Angel stalked forward, but Cas pressed the symbol, and a white light exploded in the room, sending the Angel away.

"He won't be gone long," Cas announced, as I pushed myself off the table, and came to stand near Dean. I could feel his eyes on me, as we connected. "We have to find Sam now," Cas was adamant that we needed to find Sam.

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. But I know who does," Cas handed over Ruby's knife to Dean. "We have to stop him, Dean, from killing Lilith,"

"But Lilith's gonna break the final seal," Dean counters.

"Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins," Cas stresses the importance of this information, as he remains his faceless expression.

"Then what are we standing around for?" I questioned, my gaze cocking between Dean and Cas. They didn't reply, but Cas comes forward, and grabs both Dean and I. I heard wings flappy, then my vision changed in a blink of an eye, it was instant.

Now they readjusted, we were in this God awful house, the interior was horrible. It had that common smell, and taste.

"Lady, sometimes you got to live like there's no tomorrow," a voice that I was familiar with came to ear, as he was in front of us; but then turned around, and stared at the three of us like we shouldn't be in front of him right now. "Wait. T-T-This isn't supposed to happen," Chuck states, squirming under our intense gazes. "No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen. But I just got to call you back," he hung up the phone, and focused back on us.

"Chuck nice to see you again," I said his name with seduction, and teased him with my gaze. I know, probably not the best time to flirt.

"Oh my God. You're Martha, the hybrid I created!" He fumbles out, looking kind of scared. "Last time we met, it was for a second, and we didn't talk. I wrote you as this bad-ass woman because why not, it's a turn on. Like who doesn't want a sexy bad-ass-"

"Chuck!" Dean yells his name, as he shot his head over to Dean and kept his mouth shut. "Where are the pages you are writing?" Chuck lunges over his desk nearby, and collects multiple sheets of paper, before handing them over to Dean. He didn't waste any time and flicked through the pages, hoping to find the location of Sam.

"Saint Mary's? What is it, a convent?" Dean raised his eyes from the paper, to look at Chuck.

"Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story," Chuck retorted.

"Yeah, well... We're making it up as we go," Cas responds, which is kind of unusual for him. But what he did back in that room, disobeying orders from Heaven. I didn't think he had it in him. Out of nowhere, the room began to light up with bright white light, and static appeared from everywhere as the rumbling of the house started.

"Aw, man! Not again!" Chuck yells as the shaking gets more violent, and the static louder.

"It's the archangel!" Cas yells. "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!" Cas shouts over to us, before he places a hand on Dean's head and one on mine at the same time. The blinding white light faded from my view as we were now in convent.

Dean and I didn't waste any time, and followed the hallway through the convent, finding our way to Sam. We took a few sharp turns, until we came to a right corner, and peered down to see the main bit of the convent. Inside was Ruby, her head cast over her shoulder to look at us, as if she sensed our presence. A smug smirk tugged on her lips, as if to taunt us. The bitch knew all along, I should have kept her on a tighter leash. She threw out her hand, and the doors shut, locking us out and from seeing what was happening. We rushed down the corridor, and began to pound on the door.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean began to yell, hoping his brother would hear him, and come open the door for us. From the room I could feel the darkness growing, as if he was on the brink of bursting that door open and becoming the monster his brother thinks he is. I stopped banging on the door, and took a few steps back, feeling Dean's eyes on me.

"I can feel it... He's killing Lilith," I announce, my eyes shifting to Dean. That just made him worry even more. He started to bang harder on the door, if it was possible, trying everything he could to open it. I pushed the feeling aside, as Dean grabbed something nearby and began to rapidly bang it against the door. I also grabbed one that was nearby, and helped him smash through. We were at it for a few minutes, all I could think was the darkness in Sam now. That was it, he went down a path that will haunt him forever.

With a final few heaves, the door suddenly shot open, allowing us entry into the main hall. Dean entered first, throwing the pole he had to the side, and removing Ruby's knife.

"You're too late," she was so smug about it, but I was going to take comfort in what was going to happen next.

"I don't care," he spoke through clenched teeth. Just like that, Sam stood to his feet, and grabbed Ruby so she couldn't block or attack. Dean stabs her in the gun, and she lit up an orange color for a few moments. It was satisfying to see, and then he ripped it out of her.

"I'm sorry," Sam's voice broke as he spoke the words. My eyes were on the blood pool that twisted into a circle and branched off smaller lines, all dripping into the center . A beam of light shot out from the center , and filled the room with white light. The static came back but it was low.

"He's coming," I hear Sam speak, meaning Lucifer.

"Come on," Dean gripped his brother briefly and pulled him along towards the exit. However, the doors shut as we all reached there. Pounding on the door would make no difference. We were trapped. Soon enough the static grew louder and louder, until the three of us dropped to our knees in pain as we grabbed our ears. Hoping to drown some of it out. My eyes glanced between the brothers as if this was it. The end of us.

With a blink of an eye, the Winchester boys were gone. Vanished from their spots, and I was left alone to face the music. To face the devil, but at this rate I would be long dead before the apocalypse...

Lucifer was raising...

The end is nigh...

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A/N
Guys!! The end of season four! I cannot believe it! I hope you all enjoyed this book so far. Because season five is going to be right round the corner. I'm gonna write a few chapters into season five before publishing. Season five will have more twists and turns, and explore once again more into Abigael's past!
See you all in the next chapter!