Scene opens up close on Sam's face. His eyes are closed, but suddenly burst open. He is sweating and looks around, confused. He is lying on the ground of a forest floor. It appears to be Purgatory. He slowly gets up, wincing. He looks down to see that his side is bleeding. He holds his hand there and stumbles forward.

He makes his way through the maze of trees, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He leans against a tree and closes his eyes.

"Sam!" Mallory's voice is heard off in the distance.

Sam opens his eyes and looks around. "Mallory?" His says slightly confused. "Mallory?!" He yells louder, although it hurts him.

Mallory is shown in the distance running towards him. She has blood smeared on her face and is holding a bloody knife. She comes up to Sam, but stops short when she sees him bleeding.

"You're still bleeding... Damnit."

"Why are you all bloody?" He asks, short of breath.

"I've already ran into some company- Werewolves."

"What? Where are we? Purgatory?" Sam sinks to the ground.

She looks around, alert. "I don't think so... maybe some sort of 'mind purgatory'... but we're not physically here. The stab from the knife didn't kill you, it just- I don't know- put you into some sort of mental limbo."

"A mental limbo with things that can kill me... great."

She crouches down and helps him to his feet. "Come on, we need to get you hidden-- the knife wasn't meant for you."

They made their way through the woods, Sam leaning on Mallory.

"It was meant for you." He states. "Why?"

Mallory ignored him when they hear a rustling sound behind them. From a large bush emerges a leviathan. Mallory quickly let go of Sam and didn't hesitate to run at the monster. The leviathan ran to meet her, but she ducked as soon as he got close enough, slicing him in the stomach. While he held the wound, slightly bent over, Mallory made a quick turn and lopped off his head. She wiped the blade on the dead monster's shirt.

"Mallory what is going on? Who wants you dead?"

She rushed back over to him and took his arm. She looked at him with a grimexpression.

"The usual.... My family."

Cut to intro

Back at the theater, Dean and Cas are now free from Mallory's hold. They are standing over Sam and Mallory. They look down at them in utter confusion.

"What do we do?" Cas asked.

"Uhh... I don't know if we can touch either one of them without going under."

"We need to leave though." Cas bent down and reached his arm out to Sam's head. "I'll see if I can transport them back to the bunker."

Dean grabbed his arm. "Hey, hey, hey wait. If you zonk out, I'm screwed. I can't get you guys out of here if I can't touch you."

"Well we need to try something," he said seriously. Dean reluctantly let go of Cas' arm.

"Do you want me to transport you as well."

"Hell no, I hate getting zapped. I'll just meet you later."

Cas nodded and hesitantly placed his fingers on Sam's forehead. When nothing happened, he did the same to Mallory's forehead with his other hand. He concentrated and the three of them disappeared. Dean sighed in relief. He turned to leave but froze when he saw a young man was standing on the stage behind him. He was tall with dark hair and tanned skin. He was dressed casually, like he had just walked out of a Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Dean groaned. "Who are you?"

The young man smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "I'm Maxus." He seemed very unassuming. "You're Dean Winchester."

"Congrats. You just answered the million dollar question."

Maxus looked unbothered by his retort. "You can put the knife away, Dean. No one's going to die today."

Dean was uneasy, but put it away. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Mallory. Seems as though I've just missed her... poor timing," he said casually.

"Why?" He asked harshly.

"I haven't seem my sister in over two hundred years. When I caught wind that she was in the United States, I figured it was time we did some catching up."

"Sounds pretty chummy coming from the guy who wants to kill her."

Maxus laughed softly. "You have no idea as to the extent of our history, Dean."

Dean clenched his fists. "Then why don't you enlighten me?"

(Scene Change) Cas has Sam and Mallory in the infirmary back at the bunker and is looking over Sam's knife wound. He puts his hand over it in attempt to heal him.

(Quick flash) Mallory is helping Sam through Purgatory. He collapses in pain, yelling out.

"Gah! What is happening?" Sam cried.

He pulled his shirt up. The knife wound was glowing a bright white.

Mallory's eyes went wide. "It's Cas. He's trying to heal you."

"Then why does it hurt like Hell?"

"Because it won't work- I'll be right back. Do you think you'll be okay for a minute."

Sam nodded, pulling himself towards a tree stump. Mallory disappeared.

(Scene Change back to the bunker) Cas is trying to heal Sam's wound, but after a few seconds, it is apparent that it is not working. He stops, sweat accumulating on his forehead. He looks concerned.

Mallory sat up suddenly, surprising Cas.

"Mallory."

"Cas, don't try to heal him. You might be making things worse."

"How did you kn-"

"Look I can't explain right now. I need to get Sam somewhere safe."

"What can I do then?"

"Try and find anything that could take the bunker even more off the map. We don't want any unwanted visitors."

"But-" Cas started, but Mallory was already laying back down, asleep.

(Scene Change back to Dean and Maxus) Maxus is now sitting on the arm of one of the plush chairs, arms folded.

"Beings like me and Mallory didn't have the best upbringing. In fact, we're the only two left."

"Beings?! What the Hell are you guys?"

Maxus regarded him coolly. "We're Lucifer's children. His physical children- a hybrid of archangel and superior demons... Mallory didn't tell you any of this? She was always ashamed of the fact, to be honest."

Dean looked at him dumbfounded. "Lucifer? Demon- What? But Lucifer hates demons."

"It's not as crazy as it seems... and you're right, he does. Demons were just the first step. After Cain and the beginning of the demon race, Lucifer sought to create something better- more powerful than any Knight of Hell or archangel."

"So he decided to get cozy with some of the souls he had corrupted?... Figures."

"Not just any demons. If he was going to create the perfect being- his own army of elite soldiers, he had to pick from the cream of the crop."

"... Who's the whore then?"

Maxus showed slight anger for the first time. "My mother was Abbadon... Thanks by the way, for killing her."

".... Yeah, I don't know if you really mean that or not."

"It's complicated."

Dean folded his arms. "Was Abbadon Mallory's mother then?"

"No, Lilith was. Lucifer's pet- his most loyal. I'm not gonna lie, Lucifer did always seem to like Mallory over the rest of us."

"You said there were only two of you left. How many children did Lucifer have?"

Maxus scrunched his face in thought. "There were six, but they didn't last too long."

"Why is that?"

"Simple-Leviathans. They don't like competition."

Dean looked confused again. " You were in purgatory?"

Maxus stood up, looking bored. "These are questions that Mallory can easily answer. I'm not here to give you a history lesson. I'm here for her."

"Well she's not here, obviously."

Maxus smirked. "I can tell. It reeks of Angel in here.... Whatever. I can wait, sooner or later she'll come looking for me. Oh... By the way, you may want to be quick about fixing Sam. That knife has nasty consequences."

With that, Maxus disappeared. Leaving Dean fuming alone in the theater.

(Scene Change to Sam and Mallory) they are sitting on the ground up against a large boulder. Around them is a number of large rocks, hiding them in a small enclosure.

"Let me see the wound," Mallory said.

Sam lifted his shirt again.

"The bleeding's stopped, so that's good- and bad. Here-" she cut off a strip of her shirt and helped him tie it around him, wrapping the bloody gash.

"Why's it both?"

"Because there's only one way to get you out of here. The knife was infused with my brother's blood and other powerful spells. So, the wound itself won't kill you, but monsters here can, especially if you're wounded."

"So if I die here, I really die."

"Yeah."

"But what if my wound heals while I'm here?"

"Then you're stuck here... and your physical body would pretty much be a vegetable."

"... And I would probably get killed eventually. This sucks.... How do I get out of here?"

"Well, first things first, I need to find the knife and get it away from Maxus."

Sam looked worried. "What if they hid it? Maxus has got to know that you'd be looking for it now."

Mallory shook her head. "No, he's probably put Azarias in charge of it. The power of the knife is way too tempting for me and him- it has a strong bloodlust tied to it. Damnit! This was just what he wanted."

"What do you mean?"

"He wanted me to want the blade... but he also wanted to single me out. What better way than hurting someone I care about? If you hadn't been stabbed, I wouldn't have known about the blade. That's why Azarias had the knife in the first place! I don't even know if the knife is truly meant for me. Maxus could have just used it as a ruse."

Sam looked at her, guilty. "Mallory... I'm sorry."

She hadn't been looking at him, but whipped her head around when she heard him apologize.

"I didn't trust you," he continued. "I tried everything to convince Dean that you were out to get us. Hell, I reinforced every trap and spell in the bunker trying to prove that you weren't human."

"... Well you weren't wrong. With the human part, anyway."

"Yeah, but I was wrong about you. I'm sorry for being such as ass."

She smiled at him. "I don't blame you for being suspicious. It's been ages since I've been around humans for a extended amount of time, I'm a little rusty."

Sam leaned his head against the rock, and closed his eyes. "A daughter of Lucifer and Lilith- that's new."

"Oh, you heard all that? That's embarrassing," she teased.

"We're all a little embarrassed of our family sometimes."

"Yeah, well your family didn't try to bring about the end of the world."

Sam chuckled, then grew serious. "How many are there? You know, of... whatever you are."

"Ha, hybrid, mutt, half-breed. I've heard a bunch of different things. The leviathans came to call us the Children of Purgatory. I think that one has a nice ring to it."

"Okay, then how many Children of Purgatory are there?"

"Just me and Maxus now... there were once six."

"What happened?"

Mallory cleared her throat, "Well, once upon a time..."

"No, seriously," Sam laughed.

"K, fine, fine. Guess I better rehearse it with you before I explain things to Dean and Castiel."

(Scene Change back to the bunker) Dean and Cas are now standing over them, looking concerned.

"His bleeding has stopped, so that's good- I think," Cas stated. "I never seen anything like this. It seemed to hurt Sam more when I tried to heal him."

"Then it's Mallory that's keeping him alive?" Dean asked looking over to her petite, sleeping body.

"That appears to be the case."

Dean ran his hand over his mouth, looking tired and worried. "What do we do, man?"

"I'm afraid we need Mallory. Did Maxus give you any indication as to how to help Sam?"

"Yeah, he was all kinds of helpful," Dean said angrily, shaking his head.

"Then what did he say?" Cas asked, not catching the sarcasm. Dean shot him an exasperated look.

Mallory suddenly sat up awake, looking around anxiously. "Whew! K, we're good," she said, looking around her while wiping her face as if something was on it.

"Mallory!" Dean said, getting her attention.

She realized they were there and smiled in relief. " Hey guys, sorry, we ran into some more leviathans. Thought I still had black goop all over myself."

"Well not here," Dean said. "Mal, what the Hell is going on? I just got in... After talking to Maxus."

Mallory's face fell. "He came to see you?"

"Yeah, he seems like a real charmer too. Why didn't you tell us you have a psychotic underwear model for a brother?"

She whipped her legs so they hung over the side of the bed. "Alright... What do you want to know?"

Cas seemed pensive but Dean looked at her angrily. "Well, starting with Sam's situation, how about everything."

(Quick Flash) Azarias and Atticus are standing at two large doors; two other burly men are guarding the door. They open the doors, and the two demons walk through. Inside is a dark, but fancy bar. There are various men and women milling about, they give them Azarias and Atticus strange looks as they walk over to the bar and sit down at two stools. The bartender is facing away from them, but he pipes up.

"Do you still have it?" He asked.

"Y-yes, sir. Azarias answered. He sat up straighter. Atticus looked very worried.

The bartender turned around. It's Maxus. He had a glass in one hand and is drying it off with the other. He is wearing the same clothes as he was when he was with Dean. He smiled at them.

"Good. Drink?"

The two demons shared a quick look and nodded their heads apprehensively. Maxus walked away to grab them a beer.

"I saw Dean not too long ago. Pity that Sam had to be stabbed. How did that come about?"

Azarias cleared his throat. "He was about to kill Atticus, so I stepped in." Maxus handed them two tap beers.

Maxus grinned at them. "Perfect then. You did great!"

"-Sir?" Atticus finally piped up.

Maxus kept smiling as he wiped down the counter. "You did exactly what I wanted you to, even if you didn't know it at the time."

Azarias looked confused. "So.. You're not mad that I stabbed Sam... and that Mallory got away?"

"Of course not!" Maxus stopped wiping the counter and leaned over it. "You see, that was the best way to get Mallory to come see me. She saw the blade- she knows what that means-she now has the responsibility of not letting Sam die. She has no other option."

"Why didn't you just let me kill her then?" Azarias asked.

Maxus smiled tenderly at te demon. "No offense, but you wouldn't have be able to. Besides, this is a negotiation tactic."

"What do you mean?" Atticus asked.

"This is a game, and she is playing her part perfectly."

"Sir-" A demon from behind Azarias and Atticus interrupted them. Maxus looked at him encouragingly.

"We've received word from our insiders down in Hell," he continued. "More and more demons are growing restless with Crowley, but their frustrations are without any direction."

"Well, then we should start out campaigning. Subtly, of course, but give the hopeless some hope. Those that hate Crowley won't have to deal with him for much longer."

The demon nodded and walked away.

Maxus turned his attention back to Azarias. "I want you to still hold on to the knife. The temptation is too strong for me- and I don't want things to get messy. But I still want you to stay close. I have a feeling that we won't have to wait much longer for my sister."

(Scene Change back to the bunker) Mallory is still on the bed. Dean and Cas have pulled up chairs and are listening to her.

"So what's the deal with you guys? What happened to... these 'children of purgatory?" Dean asked.

"Word got back to God as to what Lucifer was doing. After the war in heaven and Lucifer getting tossed into the cage, God tasked Raphael to round up me and my siblings before Hell went... well, to Hell."

"How did I not know about this?" Cas asked, slightly offended.

Mallory couldn't help but laugh. "Do really think God wanted that kind of info getting out? Only his archangels knew, and with downstairs, the Knights of Hell knew. Lucifer tried to keep it on the downlow."

Cas frowned. "Raphael wasn't the most compassionate archangel. Why didn't he killed you?"

"Well when he found us, we were children. Maxus was barely 7, I was 5. My other siblings were just toddlers and babies. God wasn't expecting a gaggle of drooling kids."

"So what? He took pity on you guys?" Dean said gruffly.

"Yeah," Mallory looked at him sternly. "I doubt Raphael was too happy about it, but he did what he was told and sent us to purgatory."

"That's where the Leviathans come in," said Cas. "I remember them from your memories. That dead boy... he was your brother... the one with you was Maxus."

Mallory nodded somberly.

"Maxus said the Leviathans didn't like competition," Dean remembered. "They wanted to take you guys out before you became too strong."

Mallory nodded again.

"Then how did you escape?"

"Lilith found out we hadn't been killed so she made a risky deal with a reaper and pulled us out."

"So you were in Hell after that?" Dean guessed.

"Yeah.. Maxus took to it a lot better than I did, but he became bitter because of Lilith's preference to me . Even with Abbadon there, it was a known fact that Lilith was Lucifer's favorite slut, so that meant I was the favored one."

"So then what happened?" Dean asked like a little boy being read a bedtime story.

"He left after several years- just dipped out. I didn't hear from him for thousands of years."

"What happened to you? You stayed in Hell?"

Mallory laughed uncomfortably. "Yeah, for awhile. But when I got a little older, I got a chance to go up top, see what humans were like..."

"... And you fell in love with mankind." Cas said, knowing all too well.

Mallory gave him a half smile. "I did... but that didn't go over too well, seeing as I was supposed to take over the reigns some day. It caused... issues."

"You didn't just leave like Maxus did?" Dean asked.

"I wish I did when I had the chance." Mallory said hesitantly. "Let's just say that I was grounded for a long time."

"I can't imagine that being a real fun thing."

She laughed halfheartedly. "Well, yeah... Look, point is I got out, and I did the same thing as Maxus. Spent thousands of years on my own... but I picked up hunting, became more involved with humans... aaand that eventually brings us here."

"Right," Dean said, knowing there was more to her story that she wasn't saying. "After that, I need a drink," He stood up and walked out of the infirmary. Cas stood up as well, but didn't leave.

"So, for right now, Sam is okay?"

"Yeah, the wound should take more than a week to heal. That should give us some time to prepare for Maxus. Now we just need to see if he really is a good hunter."

Cas didn't say anything and continued to stare at her. She noticed and looked back at him.

"Castiel? You're... kinda being weird right now."

"Oh, Right... sorry. I just find your presence intriguing. Now that I know what you are, The overwhelming aura of combined evil and righteousness that you emanate makes sense."

"Thank you," She said sarcastically.

"While you may be an abomination unfit for heaven..." She gave him a hard look.

"...There's a goodness about you. You are truly an entity all own your own."

"... Thanks, Castiel," She said this time with sincerity.

"You can call me Cas.... That's what my friends call me," He hesitated a moment more before awkwardly walking out of the infirmary, Mallory smiling as he left.

"Cas!" She called to him, and he poked his head back into the room.

"Yeah?"

"There's something more... about the knife."

"What is it?" He asked seriously.

"After ages of research, I learned a little about Lucifer's back up plan. He needed a fallback in case we became unruly or threatened his power. In his crypts, he had the plans to create knives. Knives that wouldn't kill humans, but anything else that goes bump in the night, but more importantly me and my siblings. Once we were strong enough, the knives became the only thing that could kill us."

"Did he ever make the knives?"

"Not that I know of... cursing a knife to have that kind of power is a pain in the ass. And it would have weakened Maxus temporarily. But he must have found the way to do it from the crypts."

"...Yes. If Azazel knew the locations of the crypts, he would have told Azarias, who in turn told Maxus. Does Sam know all of this?"

"Everything I told you, I've told him.... it's just-"

"What?"

"I don't exactly know how to bring Sam out of this. There is a way to wake him up, without destroying the knife, but if I destroy the knife, it should have the same effect."

"So you don't know how to do either? Does Sam know this?"

Mallory shook her head.