With some help from Sam, I got up. "Which of you is John Winchester?" he asked; with a confused look, I looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. "Please, time is of the essence! Which of you is John Winchester?" he pleaded, but neither Sam nor Dean answered. "Neither of them," I was finally able to say. The poor man mumbled until Dean stepped forward towards him. "Who the hell are you, mister," Dean grumbled. "Not now, im thinking." he turned his back to us when, all of a sudden, Dean grabbed him and pushed him against the wall with his arm across his chest. "Please. I can assure you there's no need for violence. One of you must know John Winchester." he raised an arm to protect his face.

"I'll tell you what, when one of us falls out of your closet, you can ask the questions," I grumbled. "Yes, my apologies. Is it essential that you keep your hands on me?" Henry asked Dean, who stepped back while straitening his suit jacket. "Thank you. Gentlemen and Lady, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding without any other explanations. I'll be on my way." Henry walked towards the door, but Dean stopped him. "That's not happening," he grumbled. Dean attempted to cuff him to a table, but he was fast and cuffed Dean and Sam together. "You're not gonna run." I tried to follow him, but he escaped to the Impala. "Don't try anything," I growled when Dean moved me to the side and stopped the man from driving away in the Impala. Dean dragged him out and back into the Motel Room.

"I'll get the holy water," I mumbled to Dean, heading to my bag on the couch, where I grabbed my flask. I opened the bottle and splashed it into his face. "And there with the holy water," he said, laughing. "That's not funny," I grumbled. "He's clean," I scoffed, walking back to the table with my flask and jamming it onto it. "I could have told you that," Henry said, but I ignored him. I sat down when Henry moved the sleeve to a cut on his left arm. "Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you," Dean grumbled. "I'm certain this is beyond your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier." I snickered and laughed when I heard the nickname he gave to Dean. All of a sudden, Dean walked up to him with his gun in hand, pointing it at his chest and holding him on the front of his jacket. "Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad and smashes up my ride. So why am I not getting violent again?" Dean growled, and neither Sam nor I tried to stop him. "John Winchester is your Father?" he asked. "Well, he adopted me when I was four." I chirped behind Dean when a rattling noise was behind him. "What's that?" he asked. I placed my free hand on my gun. "Oh my god." Henry anxiously said. Sam and I were ready to fight since our new friend knew what was coming. "What?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Run," he yelled when a flashing light busted out of the wardrobe, and a woman emerged. "Henry." she laughed when she saw our guest. "Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they? Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly." she continued. "Back off bitch." I grumbled, drawing my gun ready to shoot. "Stay out of this. It is between the two of us." she snarked. "Oh yeah, and what about threatening to kill me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I heard a gun clock close to me. With a light side-eye, I saw Dean with his gun ready to shoot when a sudden wave kicked us back against the wall. I landed on my healthy shoulder. "Not the good shoulder, you bitch." I growled when Sam grabbed me and dragged me out of the room; as fast as I could, I followed him to the cars. We drove off as soon as possible, and we all thought Sam drove with me since my shoulders hurt. On the roadside, not far from where we were, Sam stopped behind the Impala and got out while I did the same. I saw our friend puking into some bushes when I looked to the side where we parked. "Oh man," I mumbled, went to the backseat, and grabbed some tissues. "Here," I grumbled. He took them and whipped his mouth off. "You okay?" I asked. "You wanna tell us who Betty Crocker was?" Dean asked behind me. "Abbadon. She is a demon," he explained. "No kidding. Where did she come from?" Sam asked, annoyed as well since this was a potential problem. "She from Hell, and Im from Normal Illinois 1958." I opened my mouth in shock as he said that. "You're a time traveler?" I asked, curious. "Yeah, right. Seriously? Are guys time-traveling through motel room closets? That's what we've come to?" Dean asked. "If you could just take me to John, we could clear all this up, I'm sure." I felt a pain in my heart when he mentioned Dad. "You can't because he's dead," I whispered under my breath. "No." he turned away from me. "What is it to you?" Sam asked, curious. "Everything. Im his father." I took a deep breath when I realized this was our grandfather, well, for Sam and Dean.