*3rd Person POV*

Dean was in a dark place; he breathes heavily, then flicks his lighter on. At that moment, he realized he's inside a wooden coffin. "Help! Help! Help!" He calls out in an extremely hoarse voice. Dean pounds on the wood above his head; dirt rains down on his face. But he continues to pound at the wood.

In the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross is planted then a hand bursts out of the dirt, followed by another. It is Dean, and he crawls his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lays on his back, panting. He stands up, looks around in the glaring sunlight. Around his crude headstone is a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them.

Through the hazy heat, Dean walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. He pounds on the door. "Hello?" Dean calls out, hoarsely, but no answer. He rolls up his outer shirt over his right hand and breaks the glass on the door.

Inside, he grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. He finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads: Thursday, September 18th. "September." he mutters, a bit confused. He goes to the bathroom and washes his face in a dingy sink, then looks up and stares at his reflection. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt.

Frowning, he stands, pulls the shirt up to expose his chest. At that moment, a flash of memories of his chest being ripped apart by the Hellhounds come to mind. Dean stares at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turns his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint brand. 

Dean pulls snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashes them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand of Adult Magazines, he stares at them for a moment before he got a flash of memories of (y/n), her smile and her laughter then the last kiss they shared.

He shakes his head a bit then immediately goes to the counter, sets down the bag, and hits a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open.

As he's looting the cash, the TV to his left flicks on, showing only static. He shuts it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill.

A high-pitched single tone begins, and Dean clutches his left ear in pain as he continues to pour salt with his right hand. As it continues, he drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shatters as the sound continues, and he drops to the floor. He leaps to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. He looks around cautiously.

Dean dials a number, and hears only an alert tone. "We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected." The recorded voice said and Dean hangs up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dials another number. It rings several times until it goes to voice-mail. "Hey, this is (y/n). If it's important, leave a message." (Y/n)'s voice said and Dean's fluttered a bit.

It was so nice to hear her voice but he hung up before he could leave a message as he wanted to talk to her. He inserts another coin and dials a different number. It rings once, then is picked up. "Yeah?" Bobby's voice answered. "Bobby?" Dean asked. "Yeah?" Bobby said. "It's me." Dean said. "Who's me?" Bobby asked. "Dean." He replied then a dial tone sounds. Dean hangs up the receiver and dials again.

"Who is this?" Bobby asked, angrily. "Bobby, listen to me." Dean said. "This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya." Bobby threatens then the dial tone goes off again. Dean hangs up the phone, turns, and sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes light up; he hotwires the car and pulls away from the gas station.

There was a pounding on Bobby's door and he walks up to it and opens it. On the doorstep is Dean, looking winded and apprehensive but he smiles cautiously. Bobby looks at him suspiciously. "Surprise." Dean said. "I, I don't..." Bobby said, flabbergasted. "Yeah, me neither." Dean said and he enters.  But here I am." He said.

Behind his back, Bobby takes a silver knife. As Dean approaches, Bobby lunges forward and slashes at him. Dean grabs his arm and twists it around; Bobby breaks the grip and backhands him in the face. "Bobby! It's me!" Dean yells. "My ass!" Bobby yells and he goes to attack again.

Dean shoves a chair between himself and Bobby, holds his hands out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and...you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me." Dean said and Bobby lowers the knife, then steps forward slowly. He places a hand gently on Dean's shoulder.

Suddenly he slashes again, but Dean quickly subdues and disarms him. "I am not a shapeshifter!" Dean yells. "Then you're a Revenant!" Bobby exclaims  Dean shoves Bobby away, takes the knife and holds it out in front of him. "Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?" Dean asked and he rolls up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appears.

Bobby stares at this in shock then looks up at Dean. "Dean?" He said, shakily. "That's what I've been trying to tell you." Dean said. Bobby breaks and grabs Dean in for a tight hug. Dean returns the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pull apart.

"It's...It's good to see you, boy." Bobby said. "Yeah, you too." Dean said. "But...how did you bust out?" Bobby asked him. "I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." Dean started to explain when, suddenly, Bobby splashes water in Dean's face. Dean pauses then spits. "I'm not a demon either, you know." He said, slightly annoyed. "Sorry. Can't be too careful." Bobby said and they go further into the house, Dean wipes his face with a towel.

"But...that don't make a lick of sense." Bobby said, confused. "Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir." Dean said. "Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit--" Bobby said. "I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." Dean said.

"What do you remember?" Bobby asked him. "Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then...lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." Dean explains as Bobby sits. "(Y/n) didn't answer her phone and Sam's number's not working. They're, uh...they're not..." Dean stammers, bracing for the worst. "Oh, they're alive." Bobby said and Dean sighs with relief. "I mean with (y/n), I know she is but for Sam....as far as I know he is."

"Good... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" Dean asked. "I haven't talked to Sam for months and neither has (y/n)." Bobby said. "You're kidding, you two just let him go off by himself?" Dean asked, angrily. "He was dead set on it." Bobby said.

"Bobby, you should've been looking after him." Dean growled. "I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me or (y/n). We had to bury you." Bobby said.

"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked. "(Y/n) and I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But...Sam wouldn't have it." Bobby explained. "Well, I'm glad he won that one." Dean said. "He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." Bobby said and Dean narrows his eyes. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, suspiciously. "He was quiet. Real quiet. Then he and (y/n) had a huge fallen out and then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found." Bobby said. "Oh, damnit, Sammy." Dean mutters. "What?" Bobby asked. "Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo." Dean replied.

"What makes you so sure?" Bobby asked. "You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this...this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." Dean explains as he strips his jacket then pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.

"What in the hell?" Bobby said, shocked, as he stands up. "It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out." Dean said. "But why?" Bobby asked. "To hold up their end of the bargain." Dean said. "You think Sam made a deal." Bobby said. "It's what I would have done." Dean said.

"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me." Dean said into the phone sometime later. "Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2-4-7-4. Thank you." Dean said and he hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table.

"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked. "You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" Dean remarks as the laptop is open to a web browser; Dean types in the address for Arc Mobile.

"So, you said that Sam and (y/n) had a fallen out?" Dean asked. "Well...fallen out is an understatement." Bobby said and Dean looks up at him. "How do you mean?" He asked. "Words were exchanged between the two and it ended with Sam getting slapped across the face." Bobby said. "Wait, (y/n) slapped Sam? You sure?" Dean asked. "Son, I was there." Bobby said.

"What the hell? They were close. What did he say to her?" Dean asked. "You sure you wanna know?" Bobby asked and Dean nods. "He blamed her for your death." Bobby said and Dean's eyes widen. "He what?!" He asked, angrily, and Bobby shakes his head slightly at this. "I know, I couldn't believe it myself." Bobby said and Dean sighs. "Sammy." He growls.

Later, Dean picks up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around. "Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?" Dean asked. "Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy." Bobby said and Dean holds his gaze for a moment. "Right." Dean mutters. "Plus some of those bottles ain't mine. They're (y/n)'s." Bobby informs.

"So she keeps in contact with you?" Dean asked. "Yeah, she comes by or calls. Finds some jobs here and there." Bobby said when there was a knock on the door. The men look towards the door when a familiar voice calls out. "Bobby, you here?" 

It was (y/n).

Bobby looks over at Dean then goes to the door but stops. "Um, heads up...she's...there's something different about her." Bobby said and Dean raises an eyebrow. "Different?" He asked when the door continues to knock. Bobby goes to the door and Dean stands up and walks to the middle of the living room as he hears Bobby talking to (y/n).

"Hey, kiddo." Bobby greets. "Hey, Bobby. Brought some food." Her voice said and Dean's swallows the lump in his throat as his heart beats like a jackhammer. "Oh, thank you." Bobby said. "Everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." (Y/n) said but Dean could hear humor in her voice.

"Um...well...that's not too far from the truth." Bobby said. "What do you mean?" (Y/n) asked. "Uh...well...come with me." Bobby said and Dean let's out a sigh. Bobby walks in the doorway first then (y/n) comes up next to him. "Bobby, what's...?" She asked but then stops in her tracks.

Her eyes widen once she meets Dean's green eyes. Dean let's out a small breathless laugh while (y/n) stood there like a deer in headlights. "Hey." Dean said, smiling. 

Suddenly, (y/n) raised her hands and Dean felt a force push him back and pin him to the wall. "(Y/n)! Stop!" Bobby yells as he places a hand on her shoulder. "Bobby! Get back!" She growls. "(Y/n)! Look at me!" Bobby said and she turns to face him. "It's him. I've ran all the tests. It's really him." Bobby said and (y/n) stares at him then looks back at Dean before she lowers her hand and Dean lands on the ground.

"Ah, hell." Dean gasps as he gets back up on his feet. "Some welcome back." He groans while (y/n) continues to stare at him. "D-Dean?" She whispers as she slowly walks up to him. She steps in front of him then reaches out and places a hand on his cheek.

He closes his eyes and placed his hand over hers then (y/n) let's out a small sob and hugs him. He hugs her back and holds her and buried his face into her hair. She pulls back from the hug and looks at him again before she leans up and kisses him. They kiss for a moment but both of them didn't want it to end as both of their hearts jumped for joy.

She pulls back and cupped his face in her hands. "B-B-But how? I-I saw you..." she stammers. "I don't know. But we think Sam made a deal." Dean replied and (y/n) sighs. "Damn it, Sam." She growls just as the laptop beeps; Dean walks up to it and sees that it shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads: Phone Location: 263 Adams Road Pontiac, Illinois.

"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." Dean said. "Right near where you were planted." Bobby said. "Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" Dean asked and Bobby nods.

Bobby got in his truck while Dean and (y/n) got on her motorcycle. Bobby leads the way once the couple put on their helmets. "So...you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?" Dean asked (y/n). "I...I guess you can say, I'm telekinetic again." She said.

"So what you're powers are back?" Dean asked and (y/n) shakes her head. "No. That's the only power that came back. I'm not sure why though. It just...it just happened all of a sudden. It was after we...buried you and Sam and I..." she stops and bites her lips. 

"Yeah, Bobby told me about that." Dean said. "I was...I was just so angry and hurt and sad, it just hit me when I slapped him. But I think it was cause I knew Sam was speaking the truth and hearing it just..." she stammers. "Hey, it was not your fault. Alright?" Dean said and (y/n) sighs again.

"After that, I left for a few days and just...drank my sorrows away. One night, I got so sad and angry, I just screamed and some of the decor moved on their own. I thought it was ghosts or spirits but no, it wasn't. I checked. Suddenly, it was like before. I could move objects again. But I don't use it often, only when necessary." (Y/n) said. "After I got it together, I tried to contact Sam but I couldn't. Neither could Bobby, so I just left Sam alone."

"Well, we're gonna get to the bottom of this. So its just you and Bobby that know about your powers?" Dean asked her. "Yeah, should've seen the look on his face when I showed him. Nearly tackled me down." (Y/n) said before chuckling and Dean chuckles back. "I bet."

"Wh-what was it like? I-In Hell?" (Y/n) asked, curiously. "Honestly, I don't remember." Dean said and (y/n) hums at this. "Maybe thats for the best." She said. "Yeah..." Dean sighs before he wraps his arms tighter around her waist as they head off.

That night, Dean, (y/n) and Bobby walk down a dingy hallway and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a beautiful young woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly.

"So where is it?" she asked and Dean looks at Bobby and (y/n), confused. "Where's what?" Dean asked. "The pizza...that takes two guys and a girl to deliver?" The woman asked. "I think we got the wrong room." (Y/n) said when Sam steps into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey, is..." Sam stops dead when he sees Dean. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between Dean, (y/n) and Bobby. "Heya, Sammy." Dean said, quietly, while Sam stays silent. Dean steps into the room, ignoring the woman, who steps aside to let him in.

As Dean gets close, Sam pulls a knife and lunges at Dean. The woman screams as Dean blocks Sam's attack and Bobby and (y/n) pull Sam off, gripping him around the shoulders. Sam struggles. "Who are you?!" Sam shouts. "Like you didn't do this?!" Dean snaps back.

"Do what?!" Sam asked, loudly. "It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him." Bobby assures Sam, who stares at Dean as the struggle slowly goes out of his body. "What..." Sam whispers, confused, while Dean advances cautiously, staring at Sam. "I know. I look fantastic, huh?" Dean said, chuckling a bit.

Bobby and (y/n) let go of Sam, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls Dean into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby and (y/n) look on with tears in their eyes. Sam pushes Dean back to arm's length. The woman is looking on, looking confused. "So are you two like...together?" She asked and Sam turns to her like he's just remembered that she's ther.

"What? No. No. He's my brother." Sam tells her. "Uh...got it. I...I guess. Look, I should probably go." She said. "Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry." Sam said.

Minutes later, Sam, now wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the woman, now dressed in an blue plaid shirt, out. "So, call me." She said. "Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy." Sam said. "Kristy." The woman said, disappointed. "Right." Sam said and she leaves and Sam shuts the door.

Sam comes back into the room and sits down. Dean is standing above him, arms crossed. He, (y/n) and Bobby are looking at Sam, suspiciously. "So tell me, what'd it cost?" Dean asked him and Sam smiles. "The girl? I don't pay, Dean." He said.

"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?" Dean asked. "You think I made a deal?" Sam asked. "That's exactly what we think." (Y/n) said. "Well, I didn't." Sam said.

"Don't lie to me." Dean said, intensely. "I'm not lying." Sam said as Dean advances on him. "So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this." Dean said and Sam stands up, angrily. "Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam said then Dean grabs Sam by the front of his shirt.

"There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!" Dean demands and Sam breaks Dean's grip. "I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry." Sam said and Dean relents after looking him over.

"It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you." Dean said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glade that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question." Bobby said as he looks around at everyone. "If he didn't pull me out, then what did?" Dean asked.

Later, Dean, (y/n) and Bobby were seated at the couch and Sam enters and passes out bottles of beer, then sits across from Dean. "So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asked him. "Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback." Sam said. "All by yourself." (Y/n) said, accusing, and Sam's eyes dart to her for a moment but looks away, almost like he's embarrassed.

"Yeah, who do you think you are, your old man?" Bobby asked as Dean sees something, frowns, and crosses towards it. "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I should have called you two. I was pretty messed up." Sam said as Dean picks up what he'd seen, a pink flowered bra. He holds it up. "Oh yeah. I really feel your pain." Dean remarks, sarcastically.

"Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said. "When?" (Y/n) asked him. "Yesterday morning." Sam replied. "When I busted out." Dean said and Bobby and (y/n) look up at him. "You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asked. "But why?" Sam asked.

"Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow." Dean said. "How you feelin', anyway?" (Y/n) asked him, concerned. "I'm a little hungry." Dean replied. "No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" (Y/n) asked him. "Or demonic? (Y/n), how many times do I have to prove I'm me?" Dean said, annoyed.

"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned." Bobby said. "Well, I feel fine." Dean said. "Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help." Sam said.

"I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking." Bobby suggests. "Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Dean said. "I'll be right back." Bobby said and he exits. Dean and (y/n) stand as if to leave when Sam stands up and says. "Hey, wait. You probably want this back." He said and he reaches into his collar and pulls out a cord. It is Dean's amulet. He places it in Dean's hand and Dean looks at it, touched.

"Thanks." Dean said. "Yeah, don't mention it." Sam said and Dean puts the Amulet on while (y/n) smiles, slightly, at this. "Hey Dean, what was it like?" Sam asked. "What, Hell? I don't know. Like I said to (y/n), I-I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing." Dean said and Sam nods. "Well, thank God for that." Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said then he goes to bathroom, leaving Sam and (y/n) alone in the room.

"Sooo...how've you been?" Sam asked (y/n), nervously. "Fine." (Y/n) said, crossing her arms. "That’s...That’s good." Sam said. "Yep." (Y/n) mutters and Sam runs a hand to the back of his neck. The room was now full of awkward tension and it was so thick you could it with a knife.

"Listen...(y/n)...I wanna say...I'm sorry for what I said. I was just..I was angry and sad and I took it out on you." Sam said and (y/n) looks up at him. "You don't have to forgive me, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I didn't mean what I said." He said and a small smile forms on her lips as he stares at her. "Aww, I can't stay mad at you when you give me those puppy dog eyes. I forgive you." She said and Sam chuckles with relief. Then the two hug each other.

Later, Bobby leads the trio down a set of steps when they leave the building and head towards the parking lot. "She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up." Bobby said as he gets in his car and (y/n) goes to her motorcycle. "I assume you'll want to drive." Sam said as he pulls the keys out of his right pocket and tosses them at Dean, who catches them easily. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He chuckles then he approaches the Impala and runs a hand along it lovingly.

"Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?" Dean asked and gets in the driver's side then settles in. He sees an iPod plugged into the stereo, pauses, and gives it a dirty look. Sam gets into the passenger's seat, smiling. Dean glares at him.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked him. "That's an iPod jack." Sam replied. "You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up." Dean said. "Dean, I thought it was my car." Sam said. Dean sneers, sighs, and turns the key in the ignition.

Vision by Jason Manns begins to play. Dean rolls his eyes and glares at Sam again, looking pained. "Really?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs innocently. Dean rips the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat.

"There's still one thing that's bothering me." Dean said as they drive down the dark road. "Yeah?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or...got bit." Dean chuckles at his own wit. "How'd you and (y/n) make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you two." Dean said. "Well, she tried. She couldn't." Sam replied.

"What do you mean, she couldn't?" Dean asked him. "She fired this, like, burning light at us, and...didn't leave a scratch on either of us. Like (y/n) and I were immune or something." Sam replied. "Immune?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me and (y/n). She left pretty fast after that." Sam said.

"Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?" Dean asked. "Dead. For now." Sam said and Dean bites his lip, like he's not sure he wants to ask. "So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?" Dean asked. "No." Sam said. "You sure about that? 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." Dean said. 

"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish." Sam said. "Yeah, well, let's keep it that way." Dean said and Sam broods. "What about (y/n)? She was immune to Lilith, did you ask her?" Sam asked. "Not yet. But I will after we get to the bottom of this." Dean lies, not wanting to tell Sam the truth.

He knew it wasn't his right to tell Sam. Whenever (y/n) was ready, she'd tell Sam.

After arriving at Pamela's, they knock on the door, and Pamela opens it. She is in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile. "Bobby!" She greets and she grabs him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. Sam, Dean and (y/n) share a look. "You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said as Pamela steps back and looks Sam, Dean and (y/n) up and down, appraisingly.

"So, these the boys and girl?" She asked Bobby. "Sam, Dean, (y/n). This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby introduced. "Hey." The trio greets while Pamela looks Dean over, like he was a piece of meat. "Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." She said and (y/n) bites her lips. She didn't like how this woman was staring at Dean.

"If you say so." Dean said. "Come on in." She said and she ushers them in, first Bobby, then Dean, then (y/n), then Sam, and shuts the door behind them.

"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked her. "Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why." She replied. "So what's next?" Bobby asked. "A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed." Pamela said and (y/n) turns to her.

"You're not gonna...summon the damn thing here." she said, a bit frightened. "No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." She replied. "I'm game." Dean said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

Pamela spreads a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. The trio look at it warily; Dean cocks his head as Pamela squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever.

"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked her and she laughs. "Well, it wasn't forever." She said. "His loss." Dean said and Pamela stands with several pillar candles in her hands, stops in front of Dean with a smirk. "Might be your gain." She flirts.

"It most certainly will not be." (Y/n) growls at Pamela turns to her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She teased. "Wouldn't you be if some bimbo was flirting with your boyfriend?" (Y/n) asked with a growl and Pamela's eyes widen in shock. "I-I-I didn't..." she stammers. "So, if you want to keep that pretty little face intact, I'd advise you to stop making moves on my man." (Y/n) threatens as she steps forward and gets into Pamela's face.

Pamela seemed startled and stammers an apology before she walks away. (Y/n) sighs then turns to the boys, Sam was taken aback but Dean looked a bit impressed. "What?" She asked. "That was..." Sam started to say but Dean speaks up. "...incredibly hot." Dean said and (y/n) smirks. "Hey, just because you got a get outta jail free card, doesn't mean you're totally free." (Y/n) tells Dean, who was feeling a bit turned on by this. "Yes, ma'am." He said and (y/n) winks at him.

Later, Pamela, Bobby, Sam, (y/n) and Dean are seated around the small table, which now has six lighted candles in the center. "Right. Take each other's hands." Pamela instructs and they do. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela said. Dean looks around, nervous, then takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the Brand. Sam and (y/n) stare at it, shocked, then look at Bobby As Pamela lays her hand on the brand.

"Okay." she said and all five close their eyes as Pamela begins 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." She said and a television flicks on to static; but she continues. "I invoke, conjure, and command...Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy." She said.

"Castiel?" Dean asked. "Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." Pamela said as white noise and static continues, and the table begins 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." she yells then the white noise and rattling become more violent.

"Maybe we should stop." Bobby said, worried. "I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" She shouts.

Suddenly, the candles flare up several feet in the air and Pamela begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out. Bobby catches her and lowers her to the floor. "Call 9-1-1!" He yells and Sam scrambles out of his chair and into the next room.

Dean and (y/n) crouch over Pamela and Bobby. She is conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. "I can't see! I can't see! Oh God!" She sobs as Sam calls for an ambulance. Dean and (y/n) share a worried and curious look to each other.