Denver, Colorado

The night was a long one for Sam and Dean as they sat in the front seat of the Impala looking at a house. A nice looking two-story that Sam had always in pictured him and Jessica moving into once from his distant past. He sighed as he leaned his head back, having had enough of looking at the house. They had been waiting all night for some form of witch activity to happen but so far nothing.

"I'm telling you this is a dead end." Sam said looking over at his brother. Dean looked over for a split second before a light went on in the house.

"Or not." He said with a grin as a group of girls walked into the living room.

"Oh come on Dean really? Let's go. There's nothing to see here other than a sleep over."

"Sometimes I wonder about you Sammy." Dean said looking over with a curious look. Sam just rolled his eyes and sighed again taking out his phone, looking through it. Dean sat there focused on the window into the living room with all those girls laughing and dancing. Dean was so focused on the girls that whatever Sam said was going out the window.

"Dude!" He said snapping his fingers to get his attention. "Bobby just emailed me. He has another... Legit hunt."

"Give me one more second." Sam groaned before looking back out the window. A tall girl with brunette hair walked past the car looking at it intensely. She had an oval face with thick black makeup around her eyes. Her shirt said: 'Fuck what you Heard' in a circle with two scythes in the middle. She wore tight black jeans and a black leather jacket. Sam slapped Dean in the shoulder as his eyes fixated on her gaze. Her messenger bag had the ninja turtles on it and as she kept walking she opened it up to grab something. What looked like a huge old book.

"What's wrong with this equation?" Sam asked looking at the girl who was walking up to the front door to walk in. The other girls in the house were all blonde, bimbo looking youngish-like 16 year old girls. The girl that was about to walk into the house, definitely not like the others.

"One of these things just doesn't belong here." Dean stated looking at the girl who had walked in after a few minutes of waiting.

Inside, the girls had been dancing and laughing for a good couple of hours. It was a Friday night, time to party from the horrible week of school. Nothing to out of the ordinary. As the door bell rung the girls stopped.

"Let the games begin." Said the head girl, Rebecca with a wicked smile. She was the one that lived in the house. Head cheerleader, most popular, and pretty much, most evil.

"I can't believe you invited the new girl to our party." One of the girl giggled as she sat down on the couch.

"Well we need a freak no ones going to miss to do our spell. Plus she knows more than we do about this stuff, she can help us till the end." Rebecca laughed before opening the door. "Dante! Hey! I didn't think you'd show up." She said bringing the girl inside. Dante looked over at the car one more time before walking inside.

"So what did you want me to help you with?" Dante asked looking around the big house. The book she held in her hands was old and leathery, Smelt of musk from a basement and looked like it was ready to fall apart.

"Casting spells silly. Now, where shall we set up." Dante looked around before walking over to a spot. The girls all looked at her as she set up some things. Candles, a black cloth, the book and some chalk. She drew a pentagram with some sigils in it before placing the candles around it. She placed the book down, Directorium Inquisitorum was written on the front in gold lettering. She turned the pages of the book till she found the first spell.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean. This isn't something you just do. You have to be fully committed and know what your doing. This is some serious mojo were going to be dealing with." Dante said looking up at Rebecca and her friends.

"Don't worry, we know what were doing. It's just- we needed some help. That's all. Now if you could." She said with a fake smile wanting Dante to proceed. She nodded and took off her jacket.

"Were going to need some virgin blood. Got any?" Everyone looked at each other but didn't step up. "wow, okay then. I'm just gonna go ahead and um- never mind." She sighed before taking out a knife that had symbols engraved in it. She took out a bowl as well and placed her arm over top of the bowl. She stopped just before she was going to cut herself and looked up. "Were going to need the lights off and the candles lit. Just saying." Rebecca sighed in slight annoyance as she went off to go do so. Her friends were looking at the girl intensely. They had all practiced once or twice...quite a few times actually with witchcraft. They were quite good at it too. They brought back a few spirits, let them loose in the school, brought love to all of them, money as well. This was just the ultimate spell, bringing a demon into the town to do all their bidding. No more stupid parents to tell them what to do, they could just off who ever they didn't like, and it wouldn't be- well technically their fault, it would be all the new girls.

"So what else do you need for this spell?"

"I need you to say one thing okay?" Dante didn't look up as she spoke the next words. "Nonci noco C ilsi butmon ol vabzir."

"What does that mean?" Rebecca asked a little confused. She learned Latin, she knew it well but that was clearly not Latin.

"It's Enochian." She grinned. "Just say it if you think your going to be in trouble and whatever comes out will go away okay?" Dante turned back to her little ritual and cut down her arm, drawing a lot of blood into the cup.

"Ew. This is disgusting." On of the followers said. She turned around to look out the window, anything to not see all that blood. "Hey, Rebecca."

"SH!" Rebecca said cutting off her friend.

"No, look." She made Rebecca turn slightly at the window. The impala sat, windows opened slightly where Sam and Dean could be seen. Rebecca scoffed before walking over to the window flipping them off and closed the curtains.

Dean and Sam were intensely watching the ritual go down. Everything was set up for a demon summoning. As soon as the girl closed the curtains Dean turned to Sam.

"I think we have a problem."

"You think? That's some heavy occult stuff their dealing with Dean. If they summon a demon-"

"There's going to be more work for us." He sighed. He was about to ask what they should do when they started hearing screams from the house. "That was fast." The boys rushed out of the car, grabbing their only guys they had under the seats and ran towards the house. The door was locked tight but after a couple of tries Dean kicked it open with a lot of force. He looked around but didn't see anything but darkness. He walked around to the living room where after flicking on the light he noticed a whole lot of dead bodies, sliced open like fillets. The occult ritual was still on the table, flickering lights from the candle still shone. Dean and Sam got out their guns and walked around looking for the only one that stood out. That tall brunette haired girl. All the girls were a counted for and on the ground, the carpet soaking up the blood that had accumulated. Sam walked off towards the kitchen where Dean went off to go look out in the backyard. It was pretty silent, nothing moved, nothing made one shred of a sound. Dean and Sam made their way through the house, acting more like cops then hunters as they aimed their guns around checking each room. They made it around to the front of the house and looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders and putting away their guns.

"I guess she's gone." Dean said sighing. "You think she got possessed and went rogue?"

"Could be possible. She could be anywhere by now." Dean opened the door and walked out of the house so they could be a million miles away and call it in. Upon walking to the car they heard feet shuffling behind them.

"Popsicle?" A girls voice said in a question. It was a very relaxed voice, more like a Californian slack then anything. Dean and Sam looked behind them to see the girl they were looking for. "Oh my God, it is you!" She said with a smile. Dean looked at Sam for a split second before drawing his gun out, stopping her from running to him.

"Dean do you know her?" Sam asked as his gun was drawing towards her too. The girl slightly stood there staring at the two men.

"Not at all." Though from where Sam was, it looked like-if he didn't know this girl was a witch, he would have liked to gotten to know her a lot more. "Who the hell are you?"

"Popsicle, it's-" She stepped closer to him so she could get a better look. She reached into her bag, making the guys tense up even more. "It's okay, I'm just getting my glasses, fuck." She said looking over at them.

"Just tell us your name!" As she reached in to feel for her glasses she spoke.

"It's Dante." As if they were supposed to know who that was. She finally got her glasses and she stuck them on her face. Pretty big glasses, black rims, like what they usually saw when they went to bars by the universities. She could finally see and when she looked at them her face changed from relaxed to an almost surprised look. "Popsicle! Your young-ish..." She said with a slight wave of her head to the side.

"Why do you keep calling me popsicle?" Dean asked "I don't know you!" His gun clenched tight in his hands, ooh he just wanted to shoot.

"I just-you're my dad. It's what I've always called you." She shook her head. Weird occultist say what now?

A/N: This is a product of a late night, nothing to do, Supernatural marathon, doped up on pain meds from surgery... yeah, thats about it. Hope you liked it, I know it's a little weird in the beginning and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully it will be better coming next chapters. I've already started to write the next one to this cause I have the flow. I'm trying SO desperately to get back into FF, it brings me joy! So please review cause I love it when you guys do, tell me your thoughts, and for those who have read anything else from me, I'm really sorry about ditching the others. I'm getting back into it and hopefully I'll be able to write my Twin one soon. My friend and I kinda beat it to death by talking about it and planning it that I got so overly done with it and I know it wasn't fair to you guys at all.. anyway I'm rambling cause I'm really tired but just know I love you all and I hope you guys liked it... I know it's shorter than what I normally do, baby steps for me.

xoxox,

Lauren!