Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters that are within it.

Summary: What really happened to Dean down in New Orleans before he went to go and get Sam? It started out as a Voodoo job but will it turn into something more?

Dean sat at the library for a couple of hours. It was a quaint little library. It was also the first one that had music playing in the background and he sort of liked it. He was there for recon work like always. This time he was in New Orleans by himself. Dad had sent him on a couple of jobs by himself but always when he was close enough to help if he needed it. This time though, Dean wasn't exactly sure where John was. It made him slightly nervous. But as soon as he felt his nerves start to worry, he started to work hard; which is why he was in the library in the first place. He began to lean back on his chair, tapping his pen like always.

Dean continued to stare at the two little boys that were chasing each other in the library. He couldn't help but smile as he gathered everything up. Dean was pretty sure that he and Sammy had done this to his father at least once. A pretty brunette grabbed one boy as the older of the two dodged her grasp. He came running towards Dean. Right as Dean was going to snatch him up, a man grabbed the kid instead.

"Are you giving Mommy problems?" the man laughed as he carried his son back to his mother. The young woman smiled at Dean who gave a little wave as he picked up his backpack and walked out of the nearly empty library. Dean looked down to the folder that he had.

The case was voodoo. Five people killed, all different deaths all different walks of life. There was a teen that was no older than twenty whose heart had exploded. A woman of thirty had lost her sight and then slammed into a wall with her car. A man broke both of his arms while paddling a canoe. He died from drowning. The last two were twins both died from allergic reactions when they were no where near what they were allergic too. But they all had one thing in common.

They had all gone and visited a woman named Ophelia before they died. After extensive digging, Dean had finally found something about Ophelia dated like forty years ago, the only thing he could find really. He looked down to the marriage license to an Ophelia Flowers and Danny Jones that he held in his hands. It was the only Ophelia that even remotely matched the description that Dean had heard from relatives.

"So, your daughter, she was in a healthy condition?" Dean asked as he looked at the mother. Boy was she a Milf. He was having such a hard enough time keeping his eyes up. She was a gorgeous mother and judging from the pictures around the house the daughter bore her mother's genes.

"Never better," the mother whispered. A younger brother kept walking in and out of the room. He was making Dean nervous. The boy reminded him of a blond Sam but not as quiet. When the boy was in the room, Dean felt compelled to watch him.

Dean nodded, "Could you tell me what happened?" The woman got up and left the roomlooking almost fearful of what she could say, all of the "what-if" situations coming right back to her memory. Dean sat for a moment shocked. He wasn't sure what to do until the little brother came in to sit on the chair directly across from him.

"She was playing me in chess. It was our final game before she went back to school. She started to sweat and push on her chest. And then, all of the sudden she slumped over," the little boy grew quiet as the story progessed. Dean couldn't think of anything to say, he was honestly speechless in front of the little boy. He finally stood towering over the boy thinking it was the only honorable thing to do.

"I'm sorry," Dean stated as he made his way for the door. He paused for a moment. "One more thing, did your sister visit an Ophelia before she died?" The little boy shrugged at Dean. But he still got his answer.

"Yes she did. With her friends as a joke," Dean heard the mother say with tears in her voice. Dean looked up the steps to see her standing above him. He nodded his head and left.

Dean played with his keys outside of the Impala trying to decide while still parked in the library's lot. He could go and play at the bars or he could go and get this job done. He got into the car and turned up the radio.Dean went to go and getthe jobdone. At least he could drive past the place to see what it looks like. He smiled to himself. I wonder if Katy is working at the bar again…

Dean squinted a bit as he turned onto the street where the sun was staring him down. He heard tires squealing as he quickly pulled over. A car closely followed by a police car flew down the street. Strange...Dean dug through his backpack looking for an address that was on the license. But it wasn't the people walking down the street or the cop chase that his car was almost mowed down that tipped Dean off. It was the building that he ended up parking in front of. It caught his eye when he saw the big "O." He had barely even looked up when the "O" screamed for his attention. Dean got out of his car and stared at the building, his inner EMF meter going off.

"What are the odds?" Dean asked himself. Staring back at him was a clean looking building compared to the rest of the buildings in the backstreet alley. "Ophelia's Place" lit up the building in front of him but yet there were no lights. Wind chimes hung outside of the door making a small bell noises in the warm breeze. The chimes just seemed like they were in the wrong place. Dean rubbed behind his head as he leaned on his car. He was going to get right back into the Chevy when two fire hydrants exploded behind him and down the street blocking his way out of the alley. It was the explosion made him almost fall to his knees. Dean instantly knew that he was in the right spot. He shook his head as he checked for his gun and walked towards the building.

"You're not going to need that dearie," Dean heard from to his right. Dean slowly turned his head as a very white, very old woman walked past him into the shop. Dean sized up the woman wondering how much power she really had. She opened up the shop with a key and left the door wide open. Dean shook his head and leaned back on his car.

"I'm not going to wait all day!" Dean heard her shout. Ignoring all of his instincts, Dean walked into the shop, hand on his gun, and nerves on their edges.

And then the door slammed close behind him.

A/N: Please Read and Review, let me know if I should keep going with this or it's just rubbish. Basically, with this story, I've always found it interesting that it seems that Dean knows more than he's letting on. So does he? Gotta let me know how it is to find out!