***

I was sitting in the boys' room with Cas and Sam. Sam had messaged me and told me to come over when Cas arrived. Dean was who knows where so it was just the three of us right now. Cas was stumbling around a little which made me confused. Was he drunk? "Hold on... Are you drunk?" I asked Cas.

"No...Yes." Cas replied reluctantly as he held onto something for support.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam questioned the angel.

"I found a liquor store." Cas responded.

"And?" Sam asked.

"And I drank it. Why'd you call me?" Cas asked as he came stumbling toward Sam.

"Whoa. There you go. Easy. Are you okay?" Sam questioned him as Cas stopped walking. Cas gestured for Sam to lean closer and Sam did.

"Don't ask stupid questions," Cas whispered in Sam's ear. Sam leaned away from Cas and the angel sat on the bed beside me. "Tell me what you need."

Sam began his explanation, "T-there have been these—these demon attacks. Massive, right on the edge of town. And we can't figure out why they're—"

Cas cut Sam off, "Any sign of angels?"

"Sort of. They've been speaking to this prophet." Sam replied.

"Who?" Cas asked.

"Um, it's this girl, Leah Gideon." I responded.

Cas turned to me and shook his head, "She's not a prophet."

"I'm pretty sure she is. Visions, headaches—the whole package." Sam explained to Cas who look a little annoyed.

"The names of all the prophets, they're seared into my brain. Leah Gideon is not one of them." Cas said looking up at Sam.

"I knew it." I said to myself. The two looked at me with confused expressions.

"What do you mean, Amy?" Sam asked me.

"You remember when I got that really bad headache after Leah came over to us?" Sam nodded. "It was because of her. I couldn't make out what any of the whispers were saying though, I had a bad feeling about her and now I know why." I said smiling. I knew there was something off about her. Man, did it feel good being right.

"Then what is she? " Sam questioned.

***

It was morning and I was still in the boys' room. Dean hadn't come home yet so we were waiting for him so we could tell him everything. As if on cue, Dean walked through the door. Sam was the first one who spoke, "We went out looking for—You alright?" I followed Sam's gaze to see blood on Dean's hands. I rushed over and inspected him for any injuries.

"Yeah," Me, not being convinced, still inspected him. "Amy, I'm fine. It's—it's not my blood. Paul's dead." I sighed deeply and sat down on one of the beds.

"What?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Jane shot him." Dean replied.

"It's starting." Cas said looking over at Sam and I.

Dean at looked at the three of us confused, "What's starting?" Dean looked at Cas and took in his appearance, "Where the hell have you been?"

"On a bender."  Cas responded.

"Did he—did you say 'on a bender'?" Dean stuttered in shock.

"Yeah. He's still pretty smashed." Sam replied while I nodded.

"It is not of import. We need to talk about what's happening here." Cas said trying to get us on topic.

"Well, I'm all ears." Dean said walking over to the sink to wash the blood off his hands.

"Okay, well, to start out..," I thought for a second, "Leah isn't a prophet like she says she is."

Dean looked over at me in confusion, "Well, what is she, exactly?"

"The whore." Cas replied.

"Wow. Cas, tell us what you really think." Dean said in surprise.

Cas continued his explanation, "She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. 'And she shall come, bearing false prophecy.' This creature has the power to take a human's form," Dean walked over to us and Cas turned the book we were looking at toward him. Dean sat down on a chair and looked at the book. "Read minds. Book of Revelation calls her 'the Whore of Babylon'."

"Well, that's catchy." Dean commented.

"We were thinking that-" I stopped not being able to put my thoughts into words. You know, I hate when this happens.

Thankfully, Sam continued for me, "The real Leah was probably killed months ago."

"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked Cas.

"They're under her control." Cas responded. Now that I think about it, they didn't really act much like demons. I thought that they acted more like zombies.

"And the Enochian exorcism?" Dean added.

"Fake," Cas replied. "It actually means, 'you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat'," Cas had a smile on his face and we looked at him with serious looks. "It's funnier in Enochian."

"So the demons smoking out—that's just a con? Why? What's the endgame?" Dean questioned.

"What you just saw—innocent blood spilled in God's name." Cas replied.

"Sounds more like a cult now." I commented.

"You heard all that heaven talk. She manipulates people." Sam added.

"To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns. Awesome." Dean said as he was now catching on.

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it's...just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit." Cas explained.

"There won't be a town if we don't stop her." I stated and I sighed at the thought of it.

"Alright," Dean said leaning against the counter. "So, then, how do we go Pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?"

Cas placed a wooden stake in front of us on the table, "The whore can be killed with that," Dean picked it up and inspected it. "It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon."

Dean looked over at Cas, "Great. Let's ventilate her."

"It's not that easy." Cas said.

I sighed as I leaned back against the couch, "It never is." Sam took the stake from Dean and inspected it as well. I leaned closer so I could get a closer look.

"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven." Cas said taking a drink of water that he got for himself in a cup.

"Servant, like-" Dean started.

Cas cut him off, "Not you. Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination. I'm not sure about Amy though. We'll have to find someone else."

***

I was sitting on the bed and my back rested against the headboard, reading a really good book. When I just was about to turn the page, a gust of wind came and the pages of my book turned. I had sadly lost my place. I looked up at Cas with a look that clearly said, 'Really?' "What the hell was that?" Pastor Gideon asked.

"Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing," Dean said to him. I walked over and sat down on the couch beside Sam. "Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat." Then we explained everything to him.

The pastor looked down at the stake and shook his head, "No. She's my daughter."

I sighed and leaned over, my elbows resting on my knees. "No, she's not. At least, not anymore. She is the thing that killed your daughter."

"That's impossible." Pastor Gideon stated.

"But it's true. And deep down, you know it," Sam said to him. The pastor ran his hand down his face. "Look, we get it—it's too much. But if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people. And damn the rest to hell."

"It's just," Pastor Gideon hesitated. Dean reached the stake out to the pastor who only stared at it. "Why does it have to be me?"

"You're a Servant of Heaven." Cas replied.

"And you're an angel." Pastor Gideon shot back.

"Poor example of one." Cas said making me feel bad for him. He was trying his best that much was obvious.

***

All of us were hiding in the room Leah was going to be coming into any second. We heard the door close and we knew that she was here. After we waited for a second, we all came out of our hiding spots. Cas grabbed Leah and held her to where she couldn't move, turning her toward Pastor Gideon. "Daddy! Don't hurt me!" Leah said trying to trick him into stopping.

"Gideon, now!" Sam said as the boys walked over.

Leah turned her head toward Cas, "Pizin noco iad." Cas fell to the ground and he cried out in pain. Leah held up her hands and a force pushed Gideon into a wall behind him. She turned to Sam and Dean then did the same. Leah then turned to me and pushed me back as well. I flew backwards and hit my head hard against something. I suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't make out what anybody was saying.

My eyes started to close and I felt someone try to shake me awake. It was already too late though because my eyes shut and I was submerged in darkness.

***

When I came to, my head was hurting really bad. I opened my eyes and I groaned from the pain in my head. I looked around to see Dean walking over to me and handing me an ice pack. I placed the ice pack to where my head was hurting at and I looked around to see I was in the boys' motel room. "What happened?" I asked.

"When she knocked you back, you hit your head pretty hard. You blacked out and when we killed her, we brought you back here." Dean replied. I nodded and tried to stand up, but Dean pushed me back down. "No, stay here. We can't have you falling and hitting your head again." Dean walked over to Sam and Pastor Gideon. "How's the head?" He asked the pastor.

'I'm seeing double. But that may be the painkillers." Pastor Gideon laughed. I saw that he also had an ice pack on his head and Sam was wrapping his arm.

"You'll be okay." Dean said to him.

"No." Pastor Gideon shook his head. It was pretty much silent after that. Dean started walking to the door and I stood up leaning against the counter for support.

"Where are you going?" I asked Dean.

"I'm just gonna grab some clean bandages out of the trunk. Relax." Dean replied. He opened the door and closed it behind him. I stared at the door for a few moments. You know, I might have a minor concussion and may not be able to think well at the moment, but that doesn't mean I'm not suspicious of what he is really going to do.

"There. How's that?" Sam asked as he finished wrapping the pastor's injured arm. Sam and I looked up when we heard the engine of the Impala. Sam ran outside, but I stayed since I can't walk well right now. A few minutes later, Sam walked back inside.

"Where's he going?" I questioned him.

"I don't know." He responded.