The next move in the hunters' playbook, of course, was killing Dick Roman. After holing up in South Chicago, they discovered that what Sam and Dean thought was a hunk of clay that they snagged from underneath Dick, was encasing the word of God.

Meg, the demon that volunteered to protect Castiel, called to tell them that Castiel was conscious again. After rebuilding the walls in Sam's head to lock Lucifer out, he wouldn't come to. Despite being awake again, it seemed as though nobody was home upstairs.

Come to find out, the damage that the angel had taken off of Sam's shoulders took quite a toll on him. He was far from the same, and quite frankly made very little sense in just about anything he said.  He spoke lots about honey bees, as well as facts like the barbed shaft of cat's penises, but very little of useful information.

Then, along came Kevin Tran. A useful, and quite adorable in Melody's opinion, keeper of the word. Prophet, if you will. He's one of the only people on Earth to be able to translate the damn thing—thus, the useful part. The worst part of it was that the angels were now after Kevin. Unfortunately for them, Melody took quite a maternal liking to Kevin, and it would take more than a few angry angels to break past her. Though, Hester, the new leader of Castiel's angel Garrison, seemed determined to put up quite a fight.

Kevin returned home after translating the tablet for the group, and giving them the answer the needed: how to kill the Leviathans. The bone of a Righteous Mortal dipped in the three Bloods of the Fallen. The only problem? None of them knew where to start breaking it down. Two weeks had passed since their attack on Dick Roman, and they'd made very little progress since.

"The only part of this that makes sense, is 'cut off the head, and the body will flounder'," Melody sighed, sipping her God-only-knew-how-many'th Monster double shot. She'd lived off of coffee and energy drinks, very rarely sleeping as of late. "We agree that Dick is the head, right? So, bottom line is, we get the stuff, and mix ourselves a weapon. End of story."

Sam, who had hardly left his computer, nodded. "I'm all for killing Dick, but what about the rest of the Leviathans," he asked. "Are they just gonna drop dead? Do we know that for sure?"

Melody shrugged. "One problem at a time."

"But it's not a crazy idea to figure out what the catch is, before we go rushing into the gate," Sam countered, furrowing his eyebrows.

Leave it to Sam to think logically. "What the hell do you think we've been doing, Sam," she snapped. "Maybe this is the catch. But if we keep sitting around here with our heads up our asses, it's going to be too late."

Dean looked up at Melody, pursing his lips. "When was the last time you slept?" His voice was filled with concern, even knowing how negatively she reacted to sympathy.

"Last night," she retorted. "We went to bed together."

"Yeah, then I woke up two hours later and you were nowhere to be found." Despite the rising hostility in Melody's voice, Dean remained calm. "Go get some rest." It would take a fool not to notice the paleness of Melody's skin, accompanied by the blue-ish purple underneath her eyes.

Melody was about to open her mouth to argue, but she knew it was pointless. "You'll wake me up if you figure it out? Promise?" Dean hesitated, before giving in. He wouldn't break his promise to her.

Dean watched as she left the room, and within a matter of minutes, he could hear light snores coming from the room. She only ever snored when she'd been awake for innumerable hours. He stood up to close the bedroom door, and use the bathroom. While washing his hands, he noticed the temperature dropped in the room at least twenty degrees, causing the mirror to ice. He turned on his heels to see Bobby standing there. "Hey," he said softly, careful to not wake Melody who was in the next room. "How you feeling?"

Bobby's own skin was pale—well, as paler than usual, being he was a ghost. "Stronger than ever," he answered. "While you four have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that weapon."

Dean interrupted before he could continue. "Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength? You don't look too hot."

"I'm in the veil," Bobby scoffed. "My Brad Pitt days are over. Now, the kid says that the only way to kill Leviathan is with a bone washed in three bloods of the fallen. It's got to be from a human as light and good as the Leviathans are dark and hungry."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

Bobby ignored his comment, continuing on. "The rest is doable and doable now," he urged him. "You've already got fallen angel blood. Next up is blood from the ruler of fallen humanity, and best I can tell, that's Crowley. Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts. You gotta bleed an alpha."

Dean looked puzzled. "All of the alphas are dead," he told him. "I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley, then Cas whammied them all."

"Then make this Cas' problem, too," Bobby countered.

Dean was growing frustrated. "Cas ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby."

"Then Crowley!"

Dean sighed, nodding. "Alright, I get it, I get it."

"Do you?!" Bobby asked with so much anger, he caused the mirror behind Dean to crack. Dean looked to the glass, then back to Bobby, a hint of weariness betraying his attempt to remain level. "I'm just sayin'," his voice lowered again. "I have faith you kids will figure it out."

After Bobby poofed, Dean walked back into the kitchen to grab a beer. He leaned in close to Sam, who was watching the SucroCorp commercial. "Just an FYI, Bobby is officing out of the John these days."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, glancing to the door Dean had just walked out of. "Uh, awkward."

"Yeah, you're tellin' me," he said, sitting down in the chair across from him. Blair was sitting on the couch, reading the composition book that Kevin had written in. "He does have a few ideas about the weapon, though."

Dean gave Sam the breakdown of everything Bobby told him. Sam was just as lost on the alpha portion as Dean had been. "Well, he's just in time," Sam said, turning his computer around. "SucroCorp makes food additives. Namely high-fructose corn syrup. That crap is in, well, just about everything. Soda, sauces, bread—,"

"Don't say pie."

"Definitely pie," Blair chimed in from the couch.

Dean huffed. "Bastards," he grumbled. "So now what? Dick moved past restaurants and into grocery stores and gas stations? What can we do about it?"

Sam shrugged. "Aside from jacking their trucks, there's nothing we really can do." The computer slammed shut in front of Dean—undoubtedly by Bobby. "I guess Bobby's idea, hm?"

Dean peeked into the bedroom, seeing Melody still fast asleep. He'd thrown a blanket on top of her, but he couldn't bring himself to wake her for a simple demon summoning.

Sam bled into the pot while reciting the summoning ritual, while Dean tossed a match inside. A flame rose, and Crowley appeared behind it. "Hello, boys," Crowley greeted in his usual mischievous voice, which was only intensified by his English accent. His eyes flitted to Blair, who was standing close to Sam with slotted eyes, staring him down. "Three-fourths, hm? Where's your much better half, Dean?"

"Don't worry about her," Dean clenched his jaw. "This is about killing those Leviathans, and moving on with life."

Sam, whom Crowley had not yet rubbed the wrong way, broke down the recipe of killing the bastards, and why they needed his blood.

Crowley nodded. "So that's what all the rumble, rumble was about," he chuckled. "Who translated it for you?"

"Never mind," Dean shook his head, not daring to reveal Kevin's identity. "You gonna give us the blood, or not?"

"Happily," Crowley answered, with a bit of something Dean couldn't unmask, in his tone. "But not quite yet. I'm all for chopping Dick, but I can't have you running around with a vial of my blood, now, can I? You know the number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?"

"Then when," Sam asked.

"Last. After you've got all the other components. Most difficult, the angel part, I'm assuming." None of the hunters responded, realizing he had no idea Castiel was even alive. "Given your role in their apocalypse, I can't imagine the choirboys up stairs aren't setting their vestments to do you...what's the word? A solid. Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve."

Dean understood what he was hinting at. "Well, that would be convenient, but no," he lied. "Don't worry about the angel blood, we'll get it. We just need you to be ready next time we call."

Crowley nodded his head, looking between the three in the room. "Very well," he said. "Ah, and here's a tip. There is still one alpha, alive. Wily character, that alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Castiel went nuclear on the place."

"How do you know this," Sam asked, knitting his brows.

Crowley shrugged, his grin dripping with venom. "Keep your friends close, and your enemies...blah, blah—needless to say, I keep tabs," he hinted. "He moved around a lot, but I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter egg hunt. Happy trails." He vanished.

Dean held his arms out to his sides. "Okay, where, jackass?"

Flames spread across the bottom of the table, burning a location into the wood. "Hoople, North Dakota," Blair read. "Piece a paper would've worked just as well."

"Let's rest up and we can leave out tonight," Dean said, intent on letting Melody sleep as long as possible.

He quietly walked into the room that she was in, kicking off his boots. Gently, he positioned himself next to her, pulling her back against his chest. She lifted her head to allow his arms to both wrap around her, before slowly drifting back to sleep.

Slowly, everyone started to stir a few hours later. It was only just past noon, so they had plenty of daylight left to go. Melody, of course, was less than pleased to learn that she slept through Crowley's summoning, but now that she'd finally rested, she understood that was what she needed.

They drove through, until they reached a gas station in Hoople. Sam and Dean went in to find food, while Melody and Blair filled the car with gas.

"So, about Bobby," Sam murmured once they were inside the store. "Did he seem fatigued, or was he like, fritzing?"

Dean thought for a moment, shaking his head. "The opposite, actually. He said he'd never felt stronger."

Sam sighed, picking up a basket. "That's what I was afraid of. The stronger he gets, the closer he comes to going full vengeful spirit. We need to talk about what we're going to do with him."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "What we're going to do with him," he repeated. "What? You want to go full Kevorkian on his ass?"

Sam shook his head. "The lore doesn't have a single real-life example of Casper the friendly ghost," he explained. "It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along, and..."

"Yeah, well, the lore sucks," Dean grumbled, looking at a bag of chips. Sam continued to speak, but Dean was too focused on the people around them. People who seemed...zombie-like. "Sam, does that guy seem out of it to you?"

Sam turned around to see a man who was adding what looked to be his fifteenth layer of mustard onto a hot dog. "I dunno...maybe?" They looked around at the others—a woman staring into a cooler of beer not moving, and a man slurping his slushee while holding it under the screen to fill it. "They look like, uh...like those turducken people we ran into with Bobby at one of Dick's chain of restaurants."

"It's starting," Dean groaned, looking at the array of food in front of him. "What about my road fuel, man? Not the pie. I'm gonna go into toxic shock. What the hell are we supposed to eat?"

Sam held up a basket of bananas and water bottles, causing Dean's frown to deepen.

Melody wasn't thrilled with the fact that there were no chips or candy, either. They had depleted her collection in her snack bag, and there was no telling how long it would take for the current products to cycle out.

They pulled into the drive of the house that Crowley had hinted towards being the nest. "I can't see anything," Melody sighed, looking through her binoculars. "Should we wait until daylight?"

"Hell no we're not waiting," Bobby's voice caused everyone in the car to jump. "I'll scout it. See if we need to bring in the bug guns."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "I dunno," Sam started. "Look, Bobby—," he disappeared. Melody looked through her binoculars again, in an attempt to see anything yet again.

In a matter of minutes, Bobby was back. "Alright, coast is clear." He sounded a bit winded. "But there's somethin' you're gonna want to see."

The five of them went inside the supposedly empty vampire nest. The first thing they saw when walking through, were three vampires laying across a table. They looked dead, with their glazed over eyes and burned mouths, but all of their heads were still attached. It made no sense.

Dean prodded one with his knife, with no response. "You know a way to kill vamps with battery acid?" He looked up at Bobby, who shook his head.

"Only way I know is beheading."

Melody stuck her knife back in it's holster. "Well, something sure didn't agree with them," she said. Her gaze shifted from the vampires, to the wall behind Dean. "Hey...check out that wall. Anything seem weird?" They all turned to watch her approach the wall.

Dean realized it looked almost like a hidden-in-plain-sight doorway. "Yeah," he agreed, following her. "Look for a lever or something." He started moving the frames that were on it, looking for some kind of trigger.

"Don't need one," Bobby scoffed, morphing through the wall.

Melody kept looking through the bookshelf that contained a surplus of old books that were covered in dust, until she found a half-book that was hiding a button. "Got it," she called, pressing it in. The doors opened, revealing a bright pink room decorated for what looked to be a six year old, with a girl, much older than six, standing against the far side of the room looking terrified. "Put your machetes away, she's scared," Melody whispered harshly to the boys. "We're not going to hurt you. See, no fangs." She bared her teeth, to prove her point.

It took a bit to gain Emily's trust, but she finally followed them out into the main part of the house. She told them the story about how the alpha approached her, kidnapping her from her family, right off of the playground. He had claimed her to be one of his 'special girls', and the other vampires were ordered to make sure that she was ready for the alpha whenever he came. Melody felt bad for the girl. She'd basically never known life outside of one with the vampires for the last twelve years of her life. Her only source of food was through an IV bag, making her blood pure. The only conclusion they could draw, as far as what happened to the vampires that were sprawled out on the table, was that the corn syrup replacement was becoming deadly to them.

Emily agreed to help them find the alpha's retreat as best she could. So, off they headed towards Montana, based on her directions.

Once again, in search of some variety of food besides bananas from a gas station, Sam and Dean wandered off into a supermarket to find more 'rabbit food' as Dean referred to it as.

"So you've never seen a cell phone?" Melody asked from the backseat of the Impala she was currently occupying with Emily and Blair. Emily shook her head, looking at the contraption in Melody's hands.

She appeared to be mystified by the way the phone responded to a simple swipe. The iPhone 4 was the first touch screen she'd had, so she understood the curiosity behind it.

"...I can't keep eating rabbit food, Sam," Dean grumbled, getting in the drivers seat. "I'm a warrior."

Melody did her best not to laugh, but a small one managed to escape her lips, earning her a scowl from Dean. "What took y'all so long," Melody asked, ignoring his annoyed look.

Sam held up a syringe containing blood. "Vamp poison," he said. "Not the dead person kind. The fructose kind."

Blair looked surprised. "You just bled a random person?"

Dean shrugged. "Well, when you put it that way," he scoffed. "I guess we did."

When asked what else Emily remembered, she mentioned backroads and hearing bells when they arrived.

Being that it was dark when they arrived, there was no way those were church bells. "Could've been a monastery," Melody chimed in, getting antsy from being in the backseat for so long. "They wake up at four in the morning to pray."

"Ugh," Dean contested. "Can't get laid. Can't sleep in. A friggin' tragedy. How many of those do we have in range?"

Sam was tapping on his phone, looking pleased with the results. "Looks like one just outside of Missoula." He spoke just as they drove past the sign to the city in Montana.

They found a large building with what they presumed to be the hiding place of the alpha vampire. If that was in fact the case, the guards outside were surely bloodsuckers, too. "This is the place he took me," Emily confirmed. "So...what now?"

"We're gonna get you some place safe," Dean answered the girl. "Then we'll circle back and ginsu these leeches."

They drove back into town to find a motel that would keep Emily out of the way. After debating whether to keep someone back with Emily, they decided against it, since they were going to attempt to kill the alpha and nobody knew just how things were going to go.

Sam left Jody Mills' number for Emily, in case they weren't back in a reasonable amount of time.

Melody was standing next to Dean, while he locked Bobby's flask in the motel vault. "Are you sure about this," she asked him, sticking her hands in her pockets.

"He needs to rest," Dean answered, turning around to face the group. "Let's roll." He went to open the door, but it slammed shut, right out of his hand. They turned around to see Emily wearing a concerned expression. "It was the wind," he chuckled, hoping she'd buy it. "Chill out Bobby," he whispered, reaching for the door again. "We'll be back soon."

They rounded the corner of the hallway, trying to get out of Bobby's range before speaking. "He didn't take that well," Sam commented, nearly running over a housekeeper half his size. "Sorry."

"No shit," Melody retorted. "We just locked him in the room, even though he was the one who even pointed us in this direction."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at her. "Mel,—,"

"Dean, don't," she warned him, walking ahead of the group, reaching the car first.

Dean sighed, running a hand over his stubble. "That went well."

"I guess the monks aren't the only ones not getting laid around here," Blair joked. It made Sam laugh, at least, Dean only glared at her.

Nobody spoke on the way back to the vampire nest, likely for fear of Melody biting their head off. They parked in the same place as earlier, catching another look. "This time of day most of them would be catching Z's," Dean commented, looking at the building. "They won't know what hit 'em." Sam stayed quiet, but even then he seemed distant. "Hey, you with me?"

The younger brother shrugged. "Yeah," he said. "Are you sure you just want to go in there machetes blazing? Last time, it took a dozen hunters to take down the alpha. Even then, most of them didn't make it out."

"You got a better idea?" Dean asked him.

Sam's idea consisted of walking peacefully inside the nest, and having tea and crumpets with the alpha. "This is stupid," Melody whispered, following closely behind the brothers, walking next to Blair.

Sam gently pushed the door open, leading the group into a corridor. None of them knew what hit them when they were dragged away into the shadows, only to be thrown into the alpha's dining room—a place none of them cared to be.

The vampire appeared as just a normal man. Of course. Melody thought to herself. What else would he look like? His nails were long and jagged, though, and his voice held many years on his appearance. "The Winchesters," the monster grinned, tapping his nails against the table. "Plus two, hm?" He looked behind Sam and Dean to Melody and Blair. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Come." When the girls didn't move, two of the other vampires grabbed them by the arm. Dean reached for his knife, but nothing was there. "Relax, Dean," the alpha chuckled. "I just want to get acquainted with your friends." He narrowed his eyes. "Judging by the looks of it, though, these two are more than just either of your friends." A grin spread slowly across his face. He grabbed Melody by the back of her neck, pulling her close to his face. He took a huge whiff of her scent, clenching his jaw. "She must be yours, Dean," he chuckled. "She's got your smell all over her. Can't help but wonder how she tastes." He grabbed one of both Melody and Blair's hands, kissing each of their knuckles.

Sam had to stop Dean from lunging across the table. The attack would inevitably get them all killed.

He gestured for the girls to rejoin the Winchesters. Dean grabbed Melody by her hand, pulling her behind him—closer, this time. He had no intention of releasing his grasp, for fear that she'd be dragged away, again.

Emily appeared from a side room, walking behind the alpha. "Hi, guys," she greeted, smiling. Seeing her made every one of their jaws slack.

"For a girl raised in a basement, you sure are one hell of an actress," Dean scoffed, looking at her.

Emily shrugged, looking down to the man that took her off the playground all those years ago. "You were gonna hurt my daddy." Her voice held a childlike innocence.

"Wow," Dean laughed dryly. "You get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome," Melody squeezed his hand, silently begging him to shut his mouth, which of course, he didn't. "I hate to burst your bubble, but we weren't. Sam here had a better idea."

"We're here to talk, that's it," Sam explained.

The man chuckled. "Now that my guys have taken your blades and your syringes of tainted blood," he clarified. "Is that what you mean?"

"We figured you might hold a grudge," Dean admitted.

"And why would I do that?" His voice was full of sarcasm. "Because you captured me, tortured me, and sold me to the king of hell?"

Dean looked over to Sam, knowing that when Sam was without a soul, he had a lot more to do with that, than he did. "Well, that was more our grandpa," he added, being the smart ass he was. A guard came up behind him, tearing his grasp from Melody and slamming his head on the table in front of them. Melody's eyes widened. She shifted slightly to take a look at his face. His lip was busted, and blood was forming from the gash. "Thank you. That was awesome."

"Shut. Up." Melody hissed in his ear.

"I'm going to peel off your faces," the alpha grinned, as he thought of the possibilities. "Then I'll drink you slowly."

Dean was cleaning the blood off of his mouth, so he didn't have time to make a sarcastic remark.

"Just listen," Sam said. "You need us. The plague that's killing your kind? We know what it is. What do you know about Leviathan?"

The vampire's expression stayed rather firm, never exposing much emotion. "A bit."

"So you know they're poisoning your food supply," Sam asked.

Tapping his nails against the wooden table, the vampire tilted his head. "Roman didn't mention that when we met for dinner last fall," he told the group, seeming to not believe a word he said. "We made lots of plans. We are on excellent terms, he and I."

Melody spoke next, much to Dean's dismay. "You sure about that," she asked, tilting her own head slightly to match his. "Did he mention that he was going to...Maui Wowie the human population?"

His eyes fixated on Melody, and his gaze alone made her blood run ice cold. "Absolutely," he nodded. "He said grabbing a snack would be easier than ever."

Sam was slowly realizing Dick's true intentions with the vampires. "He said you'd all live together, didn't he," he spoke. The alpha shifted his eyes to him. "You believed him? You think your children are dying by accident? There's pesticide in the formula. We're not the ones burning from the inside out. Think about it. Whatever deal he made with you was crap."

The vampire took a sip from the goblet in front of him, blood rimming his mouth. "Why are you telling me this."

"We can stop Dick," Blair spoke up. "Stop all of it. We just...we need your blood for the weapon."

He chuckled in response. "So now you want to prevent the extermination of the vampire race," he summarized.

"No," Dean answered. "But it beats going down with you."

A door creaked from the side, and another guard walked in. "Edgar is here, sir," he said, mentioning Dick's right hand man.

"Put them in the study," the alpha gestured to the hunters.

Sam looked between them all. "Wait, no, no," he panicked. "He's going to kill you. It's not a coincidence that he's here now."

They were dragged away, and locked in a room that all but stored blood bags. They pushed and tugged at the door, and looked around at the windows for an escape. "You've got the strongest vampire on earth in there that thinks he can hold is own because he always has," Dean decided. "Edgar's gonna eat him alive."

"You think this could pick a lock?" Melody waved the end of an IV up at them.

Sam turned to look over at her. "We gave up all our vamptonite. What's the point," he asked her. Dean pulled a syringe from inside his sock, and Melody revealed the one she'd stored in her bra. "You two really are soulmates."

Melody kneeled in front of the door, picking the lock with the tip of her syringe. After a matter of seconds, the door was open.

Quietly, the four proceeded down the hall. A vampire jumped on Sam's back, catching him off guard, but Melody stabbed her syringe in his neck. In seconds, the skin near the injection site was sizzling, and the vampire was dead. "Friggin' vamptonite," she said, raising her eyebrows.

The three silently agreed. "Alright, we need knives," Dean said. "We've only got one shot left, and a few dozen vampires lurking in the shadows. There's got to be a kitchen or something around here."

They heard Emily's screech from the hallway, and quickly devised a plan. Two of them stood at each entrance of the dining room.

Just before Edgar went for the kill on the alpha, Blair darted in first, making sure that she had a clear shot. Edgar quickly turned and knocked the knife out of her hands. She thought she was a goner, but Sam came from the other entrance, and swiftly sliced through his neck, killing him.

Dean and Melody each came out of their hiding places to find the Leviathan lying on the ground. "Grab a glass," Dean said. "Let's juice this freak."

Emily screeched as Dean towered over her father, but before he could get to him, the alpha rose to his feet and tossed him over the table, effortlessly slinging him into a wall. Melody panicked, not sure what to do. Sam nodded Dean's direction, letting her know it was okay, and she didn't hesitate another second and she was by his side. "Are you okay?" He had a gash above his eyebrow, and very likely a minor concussion, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"I'm fine," he assured her.

They all watched as the alpha sat back in his seat. "I'm not fighting, anymore," he murmured. Using his own pointed nail, he cut a line in his wrist, bleeding into a cup. "This is for taking care of Edgar. Now go."

They were all relieved when they got back to the motel. Each pair disappeared towards their own room. It was an unspoken agreement between them all that they just sleep separately. It allowed everyone their privacy.

When Melody and Dean reached their room, the door was cracked. They both pulled their guns out, preparing for anything that could be waiting for them in the dark. Dean shouldered the door open and flipped the light switch on, then scanned the room with his gun. Nobody was there.

"Dean." Melody called, immediately noticing the safe that the flask had been stored in was open. "He's gone."

The EMF was weak and fading fast. He'd been gone awhile. "How are we supposed to track him down," Dean asked. "Mel, I hate to say it, but—,"

"Then don't," she sighed, shaking her head. "He's gone. Probably all vengeful spirit trying to track down Dick. He's going to do his own thing. I just-," she scoffed. "I never should have let it get this far." She walked over to Dean and put her head on his chest. Reflexively, he looped his arms around her.

They were so close.