12. Somerset, Pennsylvania

"Your source is in here?" I ask.

We're in a rather tall, fancy building. We're sitting in the lobby. I'm a bit on edge. Sam doesn't know he's possessed by an angel, and here I am road tripping with a former angel, a demon, and my older brother who I know isn't exactly the happiest to see me right now. I'm not exactly happy about being around him either, let alone doing things like this.

"And she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha," says Crowley.

"How?" asks Castiel.

"Well, this place isn't really...this. It's a front for an N.S.A. listening post."

"What are they listening for?"

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So I planted one of my best and let her go to work."

"Looking for terrorists?"

"Looking for marks, slow boat."

I watch two security guards suspiciously as they come to fetch us.

"Mr. Crowley?" says one. "She'll see you now." On our cue, we all rise. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley."

"Um, no," I say blatantly. "Whatever—"

"Josette, don't bother," Castiel tells me. He looks to Crowley. "I'll be listening to every word you say."

"Promise?" asks Crowley. He leaves with the guards, leaving Castiel, Dean, and myself in the lobby.

We wait a few long minutes. I take glances at Castiel. His ocean eyes are narrowed in concentration. I'm tapping my leg in waiting. How long is this gonna be? Is he gonna be able to hear anything with his borrowed grace?

"Hear anything?" I ask, hopeful.

"No. The room Crowley's in has been warded."

"Awesome," Dean grunts. "That's friggin' awesome."

"What if he's ratting us out right now?" I wonder out loud. "What if this was just a ruse?"

"If it is, let me take care of him," says Castiel.

But, my worry is all for nothing. Crowley comes back, papers in hand. We all stand, and I steal a page or two from Crowley's hand. My mouth parts slightly. They're pictures of the Impala. The angel freaking stole the Impala while in Sam's body.

There are so many degrees of wrong with these pictures.

"Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania, ten minutes ago."

"Let's go." I start walking out of the building, the Impala pictures in my hand. We're coming for you, Sammy. We're gonna help you and get you back. We're gonna kill that son of a bitch and make him pay for messing with my little brother.

* * *

I roll up to the house. Sure enough, our old family car is parked there. I cut the truck's engine, sucking in a big breath.

"You want to babysit or go in with me?" Dean asks me.

"This is Sam we're talking about, I'm not babysitting him." I nod towards Crowley in the back.

Crowley pouts. "What a shame. I would've enjoyed the company."

I roll my eyes before looking at my older brother. "Let's go."

Dean, myself, and Castiel get out of my truck, shutting all of our doors. Dean goes to the Impala, checking to make sure she's okay. She looks in good health. Dean already wants to kill the angel. If there were any scratches on that car...

"How are we doing this?" I ask.

"Cas, go round back. Josette and I will go in from the front. Ambush."

"So we're a diversion. Great."

Dean takes lead as we step into the house. He puts his arm out to stop me. My eyes fall onto the body on the floor. I gently rip some skin off of my top lip seeing the red smile across the body's throat. He's here.

My ears turn to the sound of running water. I maneuver around Dean and the body and find the kitchen. I stiffen as I see someone who looks eerily like my brother standing over the sink, washing red off of his hands. But I know this isn't my brother. Whoever this is has my brother locked away somewhere in his own body, or his own mind.

"You should not have come here, Dean," he says. Even his voice doesn't sound like Sam's. Not-Sam turns, wiping his hands off. He looks at me quizzically. The eyes that stare at me aren't even my brother's. Nothing of his are really his. "Who are you?"

"Another person you pissed off," I say steely. From the corner of my eye, I see Dean enter the kitchen. "You took my brother away from me. I'd like him back now."

"Your brother?"

"You're not the first to look so surprised." I cross my arms. "Yeah, my baby brother." I look at Dean. "We'd like him back."

"You killed my friend, then you take our brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?" Dean asks Not-Sam.

"I allowed you to live," says Not-Sam.

"Mistake."

Dean is the first to lunge for the angel, but he's thrown off his feet as though a gust of wind has just swept into the room. I stand aside, looking on in horror as Dean slams into a bookcase. He doesn't stir. Not-Sam moves in, clearly unaware of me.

I take my shot. But he expects it. He grabs my fist that's ready to go into his face, grabbing my throat with his other hand. I'm gasping for breath, kicking out, feeling desperation sink in. Any words that I'm trying to get out come out raspy and incoherent.

My eyes begin to roll back into my head when I'm suddenly dropped onto the ground. I cough, rubbing my throat, as Not-Sam crumbles beside me, unconscious. Castiel is the only one standing in the room.

"Thanks," I cough. "You really got to stop saving my ass, though."

"Maybe if you stopped getting yourself into situations like this." Castiel walks around Not-Sam to help me up. I wave off his help and stumble to my feet.

I pull my hair away from my face, panting, looking down at my younger brother. Aw, Sammy. I take my eyes away from Sam and go nudge Dean awake.

"Did it work?" he grunts.

"We got him, Dean. Or Castiel did anyway. Come on." I pull my brother to my feet. I look back at Sam's body on the floor. "This is going to be interesting." I look between Castiel and Dean. "Who's got the honor of carrying him out?"

It's actually a tag-team effort. Castiel is on one side of Sam, Dean on the other. It's amusing to watch them lug an unconscious man who's taller than both of them.

"Let's get him in the back," I say. I pull open a door, exposing Crowley. "Make some room, Crowley. It's gonna be a tight fit."

"Why can't you stick him in the truck bed? Or how about the roof?"

"The roof is reserved for your ass if you get on my nerves, so unless you want to look like a prized deer, I suggest you shut up."

I back off and help Castiel and Dean ease Sam's body into the back. Once he's handled, I get back into the driver's side, shutting my door.

"All right, where to next, you guys? If we want to do this quick, we need a good spot."

"You can't go wrong with an abandoned warehouse," Crowley suggests. "Someplace people won't think to go near."

I wrinkle my nose. "Warehouse it is, then. Just hope he doesn't wake up back there."

"What if he does?"

"Then it sucks to be you."