~*****~

"I'll get the salt, you two get the guns," Sam instructs once we're outside.

"We'll go together," Dean counters.

"Dean, it's right there," Sam retorts. "Can we at least do this like professionals?"

I shove past them and storm down the street. "Lottie, wait up--" Dean calls as he jogs up to walk besides me. "What's wrong?"

"I get having some reluctance for Sam being alone right now, considering all that happened, but dammit, we are so passed that right now. This whole town is possessed, so we need every hand we can." I explain briefly.

"Lottie, he--"

"I am well aware what he's done," I snap at Dean. We fall into silence afterwards.

"I'm sorry," Dean says softly. "I'm not trying to... I'm worried about him, Lottie. I can't... I can't trust him right now."

I stop and palm at his chest. "Dean, you're a very loving man. You love your brother more than anything and losing trust in someone so close to you hurts for a long time. Sam is trying to put his best foot forward into gaining that trust back. You need to let him try, give him the opportunities to do so." Dean grasps at my hand tenderly and kisses at my wrist.

"I know." He says softly. "When'd you get so wise?" He asks in a teasing tone. "Did you catch up on Oprah while I was in the pit?"

I swat at his chest playfully before pushing open the doors to the sports store. "Dr. Phil, actually." I correct him.

The run for guns doesn't take too long, and we hurry back to the little store to find Sam. "Sammy!" I call out as we step into the store.

"Sam?" Dean calls. We round the corner, and he's standing above two bodies on the ground, the demon knife clutched tightly in his grasp.

~*****~

Teaching a pregnant woman how to load a rifle is beyond terrifying. All I can see is myself loading my own guns to prepare for a fire fight during the last few months of my own pregnancy. I gazed off to the side, staring at Sam as he sits on one of the steps, deep in thought. "Keep practicing." I mention to the couple before trailing towards Sam. "Hey, you all right, Sammy?" I ask softly as I sit beside him.

"Hey, I'm good," Sam retorts.

I tilt my head at him and raise my brows. "Sam." I warn.

Sam clenches his teeth as Dean sits at my other side, gazing over me at his brother. "It's just... at the store." Sam says. "Those demons were possessing teenagers. I mean, I had to slit some kid's throat."

"Come on, Sam. You had to." Dean says.

"I know. I just-- It used to be..." Sam trails off. "I just wish I could save people, like I used to."

"What-- you mean when you were all hopped up on demon blood?" Dean asks. I groan internally and cast him an irritated glare.

"I-- I didn't say that," Sam retorts.

"I'll be back." Ellen says, breaking us out of the conversation.

"Where you going?" Dean asks.

"I can't sit here on my ass," Ellen retorts. "My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here."

"No, wait. I'll go with you." Sam offers.

"Whoa. Hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean interjects. I roll my eyes and stand up. "What, you gonna go out there again?" He asks Sam as I shut the door behind us.

"Well, crap doesn't hit the fan with coffee breaks." Sam retorts.

"I'll go." Dean offers.

"It's fine. Just stay here, get 'em ready. I'll cover Ellen." Sam states.

"Why's it got to be you?" Dean asks.

Sam scoffs. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. You think I'll take one look at a demon, and suddenly fall off the wagon, as if, after everything, I haven't learned my lesson."

"Guys--"

"Well, have you?" Dean counters as I try to speak over them.

Sam shoves Dean into the wall. "Sam--" I snap loudly.

"If you actually think--" Sam cuts himself off before storming back inside.

"What the hell was that?" I hiss at Dean. "What happened to trying to give him an opportunity to prove himself?!"

"You heard what he said, Lottie--" Dean hissed right back. "It takes time, okay? This is not something we need to argue about right now."

"Insufferable douche bag--" I hiss through my teeth as I shove past him.

Dean grasps my arm, holds his finger out to Ellen and shuts the door behind us. "Oh, so I'm a douche bag, now?" Dean snaps angrily to me once the door shuts.

"Yes! Can't you see that you're continuing to push your own brother away for something that he's trying to fix--"

"Well, he can't Lottie!" Dean shouts. "He can't, and nothing your self-help, touchy feely crap is gonna change that, okay? I need time, hell, I need a lot of time, and if it means benching my brother from anything that might get either of us in deep shit, then so be it!"

"You can keep your hero complex to yourself--" I hiss. "Don't push your brother away, dammit, talk to him, work something out that can get these people out of here alive!" Dean halts at my raging, his brows furrowing. "There are people in there who need all three of us working at our best-- we need to trust each other for the time being. And if you haven't forgotten, I'm hurting, too! Sam didn't just betray you, he betrayed me, too!" I grasp at the door and turn to Dean one last time. "We all shared our lives together. We're bonded together by that little baby we had. Sam is my family, too. And if I can put my hurt aside to trust Sam to get the job done, then so can you." I snap the door open and storm inwards. I hand Sam my shot gun from one of the tables. "You get hurt out there, and I'll kill you myself, you got that, Sammy?"

Sam nods quickly and takes the gun from me.

~*****~

Dean and I refuse to go anywhere near each other while we wait for Sam and Ellen to return. I can vaguely hear someone praying, but my mind is focused on the door, waiting for their return. I snap to my feet when the door rattles with a few series of knocks. I peer through the small hole and pry the bar off from under the door and pull it open. "Where's Sam?" Dean asks as Ellen storms in. She shakes her head at us once she sets her gun down.

"They took him?" The pregnant woman asks softly. "Demons took him? Oh, my god-- what if they're in here? The demons?"

"Could they get in?" The preacher asks.

"No, there's no way," I shake my head. I grasp Ellen's shot gun off the table.

"Everyone sit tight." Dean orders. "I got to..." I grasp onto his sleeve tenderly. He gazes down at me, brows drawn tight as a million emotions run through his eyes. "Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell us everything," Dean orders once he glances at everyone in the room.

Ellen recounts what had happened when she and Sam went out. "Dean, one of them is in Jo." Ellen states. "We got to get it out without hurting her. It called me a bitch."

"You bruise a little easy, don't you think?" I mention.

"No, that's not what I meant," Ellen hummed. "It called me a black-eyed bitch." My brows furrow in confusion. "What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird right?"

"The whole thing... is very strange," I comment.

"What's your instinct?" She asks us.

"My instinct?" Dean asks. "My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam."

"Well, tough. All you got's me, and all I got is you two. So, let's figure it out." Ellen snaps.

"All right," I hum. "Suppose we can resume speaking to one another to figure this out." I mention to Dean.

Dean smirks and lightly pinches my cheek. "You're a doll," He mentions impishly. Ellen rolls her eyes before smiling. "Do you know why Rufus came to town?" Dean asks her. "Was there a specific omen?"

"He said something about water." Ellen explained. "That's all I know."

"Padre, you know what she's talking about-- the water?" Dean asks the preacher.

The preacher cleared his throat. "The uh, the river-- ran polluted all of a sudden," He explained.

"When?" I ask.

"Last Wednesday." Austin mentioned. "And the demon thing started up the next day."

"Anything else? Anything?" Dean asks.

"Maybe, but it's pretty random," Austin shrugged.

"Good, randoms good," I add.

"Shooting star-- does that count?" Austin says. "Real big. Same night-- Wednesday."

"That definitely counts," Dean says.

I get up and travel over to the wall of books and pluck off one of the bibles. "So, uh, you think all that this comes from outer space?" Austin asks.

I snort. "If X-Files were real, maybe." I mention as I flip to Revelations. "And there fell a great star from heaven," I read out lightly. "Burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died."

"Revelation 8:10." The preacher comments. "Are you saying that this is about the... Apocalypse?"

"You could say." Dean says as he rubs at his face. "And these specific omens-- they're prelude to what?"

"The four horsemen," I mention. "Am I right?" I ask as I glance at the preacher. He nods. "Okay, so... The Red Horseman, that's the the horseman of War, isn't it?" He nods again, swallowing thickly. "The cherry mustang parked on main?"

"You can't think that a car--"

"It's the way I'd roll," Dean comments. "I mean, think about it. It all makes sense. If War is a dude, and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads."

"Turning us on each other." Ellen nods.

"You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch." I say to Ellen. "They think we're demons. We think thye're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?"

"Wait-- just back up." The preacher pleads. "It's the Apocalypse?"

"Sorry, Padre." Dean hums.

I toss the bible onto the table. "Then, odds are they're gonna get frustrated none the usual demonic banishing is working on Sam."

"Which means torture." Dean sighs.