"I don't get it." Dean said, as Sam, himself and the elderly owner of the properly they were now on, stared at had been her prize rose bush, "They're a weird color, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is," The woman said, her arms crossed, "That roses are not naturally green. There are orange roses, are there blue roses, there are even verities of purple roses, but there is no such thing as a green rose, but here we are. Also, a week ago they were pink."

"And this was a week after the disappearances?" Sam asked.

They were just outside of the Lebanon city limits. Sam had seemed some reports on disappearances and other strange appearances happening in their own back yard, and they decided to take a look. They had some greater concerns at the moment, but so far, they weren't getting anywhere with the Mark of Cain and it wasn't exactly a drive.

"Yes, yes it was." The woman answered, "And two days before that girl came back."

One of the victims, a waitress named Serena Joy Johnson, had showed up at hospital a few days before Sam and Dean caught wind of the case, claiming to have no idea what had happened to her. Both brothers suspected she knew more than she was letting on, but she was sticking to her story.

"Thank you for your time." Sam said, as he and Dean made their leave.

"I hope it helps." The woman called out, though she still had no clue what her nature defying roses had to do with the recent disappearances.

Dean was inclined to agree with her. As they walked towards the Impala he said, "Okay, so that's weird, but I don't get how this relates to three missing people. I also don't get how a bunch of groceries cooking or rotting or a doll coming to life for an hour has to do with it."

"Me neither, Dean," Sam admitted, "But three people going missing in a fortnight accompanied by seemingly random not noticeable weirdness can't be a coincidence. Plus, the produce thing happened at the same dinner everyone disappeared from."

"Okay," Dean admitted, "You think maybe witch?"

"Maybe." Sam said as he got into the shotgun sheet, "But why the random stuff?"

"Maybe it's a sadistic witch that's toying with everyone for the Hell of it." Dean suggested, "Or maybe it's a witch that's not too good at-witching."

"Witching?" Sam replied, "Is that even a word?"

"Yeah," Dean protested, "It means-to do witch things."

Sam scoffed good-naturedly as Dean pulled out of the drive.

They were halfway to the motel where something caught Sam's attention. It was a young blonde woman in a slightly over-sized leather jacket and torn-up jeans chasing some sort of golden retriever mix down the street.

"Hey, isn't that the bust girl from the dinner?" Sam asked.

Dean turned in the direction Sam was looking. "Yeah," Dean said, "Yeah, I think it is."

"Mr. Chance, Mr. Chance!" The bust girl shouted as she chased after the canine.

"That's a weird name for a dog," Dean said, "Hey, isn't one of our vics named Robert Chance?"

"Yeah, it was." Sam replied.

"Call it a hunch," Dean said, "But I think we should follow her."

"Yeah," Sam replied, "But how without her noticing?"

At that point, the bust girl just jumped into the air tackling the dog. "It's okay," She said, wrestling the dog, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just need to fix what I did." Somehow, she was able to get a hold of the dog in spite of her small frame and carried him over to an older blue nova that already had a distressed German Sheppard in the back seat. Struggling to keep dog in her grasp she attempted to pull open the door with her foot.

"I'll give her one thing," Dean smirked, "She puts on a Hell of a show."

"I don't know rather to pistol-whip her to rescue the dogs or help her." Sam added as they watched the scene unfold.

Finally, she was able to get the truck open and the dog in the back, barely managing to get the door shut before both dogs escaped. Then she got into the car and drove off.

Dean changed lanes to follow her, making sure to stay far enough away that she didn't notice. She drove off into a clearing near the woods, and that's when things got tricky. Basically, they had to park far enough away that she still didn't realize she was being followed. By the time they found her again she had put the cage out and had the German Shepherd tied to a tree with a makeshift least, as she appeared to preparing some sort of spell.

"Dude, is she gonna kill that dog?" Dean asked, clearly worried.

"No clue." Sam admitted, "Let's just wait."

"For what?" Dean challenged, "For her to do something terrible to the dog? I mean, come, you're the one that usually likes dogs."

While they were talking the girl started burning something.

Dean went for his gun, but Sam grabbed his wrist as the girl started chanting. "Accipite hanc animam viventem in genere sou, et misit in formula iuris formam semel."

Suddenly the smoldering fire burst into flame. At the same time, the dog started to wine then howl as its body started to glow. Its body then began to twisted into painful looking forms as its hair receded and its ears flattened. Soon the flight faded and standing in the place of the dog, was a man.