Disclaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the OCs you can read the previous episodes

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Dean looked at his cell phone as it rang and laughed a little. "Never gets old."

"What?" Kayla was busy securing the hotel room; shutting curtains, laying salt, the usual.

"Cas on a cell phone."

She smiled and unzipped her backpack. "Put him on speaker."

He hit a button on the phone. "Hey Cas."

"Dean, I have an idea."

"Hey Cas!" Kayla called out enthusiastically.

His mind was already set in the seriousness of the situation. "I have reason to believe that the colt is in the possession of some very powerful demons."

"The colt? We're talking about the colt right?"

"We are."

"That doesn't even make sense. Why would demons keep a gun around that, well, kills demons."

They heard some loud traffic noise, followed by Castiel yelling. "What? I didn't get that!"

Dean chuckled. "It's kind of funny, talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. Kind of like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

"This isn't funny Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

Kayla laughed a little. "Quit making fun of him, he's obviously distressed."

"Alright, but I'm telling you Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun already."

"Well I hear differently and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay." He sighed. "Where do we start?"

"Where are you now?"

"Kansas City." He nodded to Kayla.

She grabbed the room key. "Century Hotel, room one thirteen."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa whoa whoa now just wait man. We drove all freaking day. We're human, there's stuff we gotta do."

"What stuff?" He demanded.

"Eat, for example. And in this case sleep, I just need like four hours once in awhile okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay so you can 'pop in'…"

"I prefer angel-zap." Kayla corrected him.

He shook his head. "You can angel-zap in the morning."

"Yes but no fornication. We're on a deadline."

"I make no guarantees." Dean hung up the phone with a smirk. "No fornication, doesn't he know me at least a little bit by now?"

"He does, he's just in denial."

"He's just mad he's never fornicated."

She leaned up and kissed him lightly. "I'm sure you can stay awake a little longer, right?"

"Absolutely." He pulled her over to the bed and kissed her again, making no mental note of a timeline or having to wrap things up. This hunting just the two of them got better all the time.

Sometime early in the morning his phone vibrated across the dresser and he quickly snatched it up before it could wake Kayla. He pulled the phone to his ear.

"Damn it Cas, we need to sleep."

"Dean it's me." Sam's concerned voice came through the speaker.

He sighed quietly. "It's past four."

"This is important."

"Yeah alright." He quietly shifted out of bed and crossed the room towards the window, as far from Kayla as possible. "What's up?"

"Lucifer came to me, in a dream."

"Lucifer. Are you sure you weren't…dreaming?"

"No I'm sure, he's been coming to me for awhile, I just didn't know it was him until he told me tonight."

"Does he know where you are?"

"No, but he's trying to find me. He says I'm his vessel."

"Excuse me?" Dean went back to the refrigerator. This one was going to need a beer.

"He's using a human vessel right now but said it can't contain him."

"Huh." He pulled a beer out of the fridge and cracked it open. "So Lucifer's wearing you to the prom."

"That's what he said."

"Just when you thought you were out they pull you back in huh Sammy?"

"So that's it, that's your response?"

"What were you looking for?"

"I don't know…panic?"

"I guess I'm a little numb to the Earth shattering revelations at this point."

"Well we gotta do something about it. I want back in."

"Sam." He wasn't quite ready for that one and he didn't think Sam was either.

"Look Dean, I'm tired of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down Dean."

"Oh, so we're back to revenge now. 'Cause that worked out so well last time."

"Not revenge, redemption." He assured him. "Dean I can do this, I can. I'm gonna prove it to you."

He looked over at Kayla to make sure she was still sleeping. "It doesn't matter what we do. So it turns out that you and me, we're the fire and oil of the Armageddon. On that basis alone we should just, pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."

"It does not have to be like this, we can fight it."

"Yeah you're right we can. But not together. We're not stronger together Sam, we're weaker. Because whatever it is we have between us, love, family, whatever, they are always going to use it against us. You know that."

"Oh but that doesn't apply to Kayla, right?"

He grimaced. "Leave her out of this."

"How can you say how close we are is a weakness when you won't let her get more than ten feet away from you?!"

Dean sighed quietly. "That's different Sammy, you know that."

"No, Dean, it's not." He waited for an answer but only got silence. "Dean."

He was looking at Kayla, who was still in a calm sleep curled up on the bed. "Maybe I'm just being selfish on that one." He went out into the hall and quietly shut the door behind him.

"You're not doing her any favors by…"

"If I let her go I'll lose my mind okay? I can't do it. She keeps me level."

Sam was quiet for a moment. "I get that, but I don't see why I can't…"

"We're better off apart, end of story. We have a better chance of dodging the demons and Lucifer and the angels and all that mess if we just, go our own ways."

"Let me talk to Kayla."

"She's sleeping. She's not going to change my mind, she's already tried."

"Dean don't do this."

"Goodbye Sam." He closed the phone and went back into the room, slowly getting back into bed.

"What's wrong?" Kayla murmured quietly, still in the light stages of sleep.

"Nothing, Sam says hey."

She paused. "What time is it?"

"Around four, he's in a different time zone it's okay."

Kayla was either satisfied with the answer or too tired to inquire any further about it. She slid her fingers across his shoulder and closed her eyes again. Before Dean could even reach for the light she was back into a steady sleep.