"Honey, we're home!" The chipper voice called from the top of the stairs.

"It's about time!" The woman pushed up her glasses and peered over her laptop. "You two have been gone for too long, I thought this one was going to drive me to murder." She jerked her thumb towards the pink haired girl slouched in an over-sized arm chair.

"Oh, thank god!" The girl stood from the chair. "I thought you guys would never come home!"

The two girls descended the stairs and set their travel bags on the smooth cement floor.

"Please, please Vi, won't you go with me to the gallery tomorrow?" The girl with pink hair danced across the floor and threw her arms around the red-haired one.

"Of course." Violet smiled.

"Yea, you should go…" The dark-haired girl smiled at her friend. "So I don't have to."

"Same here." Lila raised her hand from where she was sitting. "I have been with her for two weeks now, and all she can talk about is oil paintings and paper mache."

"You two are jerks." Adelia stuck her chin out.

Violet took her hand reassuringly. "I would love to go with you Del."

"Awesome!" The girl smiled. "I even know where we can go get lunch!"

"Better enjoy yourselves while you can…" Lila sighed and leaned back in her chair, closing her computer. "There is a job that needs our attention, I just got the call about it last night."

"It must be serious if you took it and we hadn't even gotten back yet." Everly popped a skittle into her mouth and crunched the candy between her teeth. "Where's it at?"

"It's not far, just in St Louis, but it's pretty serious it sounds like… like possession, serious." Lila stood from her chair and picked up her purse. Slinging it over her shoulder she walked to the bottom of the stairs. "And from the sounds of it there are already hunters there trying to work the case."

"So why do they need us?" Adelia plopped back down in her arm chair.

"It sounds like they are doing a pretty shitty job." Lila scoffed. "Like, Blake said it was embarrassing to be in the same room as them."

Everly rolled her eyes. "Blake?"

"Yes, Eve." Lila put her hands on her hips. "Sometimes we are going to have to work with Blake."

"But, he's an ass." She tossed another candy into her mouth. "C'mon, Vi… back me up on this one."

"If they really need us, it can't be helped Everly." Violet shrugged.

"Backstabber…" Everly breathed, narrowing her eyes.

"It's okay, Eve." Adelia kicked her leg up over the arm of the chair. "I'll go with you this time and keep tabs on Blake. Besides, you know we are the best team in a five state area."

"Yea, yea." Everly sat down at the long table. "We're the best in the West."

"Damn straight." Lila smiled. "Now, I have to go pick up Amelia."

"Oh, can I come too?" Violet perked up at the ten year-old's name. "I miss her."

"Sure thing!" Lila smiled. "We'll be back in about an hour, going to get dinner."

"Adios!" Adelia waved from her chair as the two girls disappeared behind the heavy steel door.

"So," Everly stood from her chair. "Wanna see who can do the most pull-ups?"

"Hells yea!" Adelia jumped up. "Gawd, I missed you!"

"Missed you too kiddo." Everly threw her arm around the other girl's shoulders. "Without you around there is no one to compete with when I exercise."

"Same." Adelia was all smiles, her family was home.

It had fallen into comfortable silence in the car. Everly had put on some older pop music and turned it down, so they could all be left to their thoughts.

Violet was staring out the passenger side window at the clouds that passed overhead, while Everly focused on driving them down highway 70, and Adelia thumbed through the piles of paper Lila had provided for them about the case.

"Alright, so…" Adelia finally broke the silence. "The Lemp Mansion is an incredibly well-known historic haunting spot here in America."

"Right," Everly agreed. "That's the one where like, everyone in the family killed themselves in the home."

"Exactly." Adelia shuffled through the papers. "There is of course the several generations of suicides in the same house, the scandalous divorce that happened between Lemp Jr. and Lillian, the fabled 'attic' child of Lemp Jr, the wild parties held in the caves below St Louis by Lemp Jr – that lead to who knows how many deaths, the sudden closing of the Lemp brewery – leaving many without jobs, and finally, the dog that was shot in the basement by his owner, who then shot himself on the second floor… the dog was found on the stairs between the first and second floors."

"Dude…" Everly grimaced. "That is fucked up."

"You can say that again." Adelia dropped the pile of papers and slouched in the seat. "This job could be any number of things; a haunting, a black dog, demons, something leeching off the negative energy, and those parties… they could have opened the doors to anything."

"Great." Everly rolled her eyes. "I can't wait…"

"Don't forget," Violet turned her eyes back towards the other two. "There are already hunters there. Maybe they won't need our help once we arrive and clear up some misunderstandings."

"I don't think we will be that lucky Violet." Everly frowned. "From what Lila told me they are tromping around St Louis, pretending to be FBI, raising suspicion everywhere they go."

"Well, we can hope." Violet sighed.

"They are the kind of hunters that make all of us look like amateurs. Lousy, stupid, glory hound kind of hunters." Everly's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "l hate men like that, Violet, you know I do."

"I know…" Violet smiled softly at her friend. "I know."

"Just don't take it out on Blake, okay?" Adelia leaned forward.

"AND BLAKE!" Everly roared. "Don't even get me started on that dickhead!"

Violet laughed.

"Hey Sammy!" Dean called to his little brother from the table in the run down hotel they had parked themselves in for the case they were working. "Where is the closest burger joint?"

"Well," Sam emerged from the bathroom, towel drying his hair. "There is the little mom and pop place down the road, or the larger one near the Mansion."

"Mom and pop." Dean shoved his knife in its sheath. "Better pie."

"Should we go before dad gets back?" Sam raised an eyebrow at his older brother.

"Leave the old man a note." Dean grinned. "I'm hungry."

"Where are we going?" A gruff voice asked from the door.

"Cas!" Dean jumped. "Don't do that! Knock or something…"

"Hey Cas." Sam waved.

"Sam." The angel gave a little nod. "Dean."

Dean pulled on his dark leather jacket. "Alright, let's go eat so we can get to this stake out."

"Right." Sam grabbed a few books and his laptop. "Any idea what we are looking for tonight?"

"If I knew Sam, would I have called dad for help?" Dean paused in the door way.

"I'll take that as a no…" Sam pursed his lips together.

"Whatever it is, it's not normal for this location." Castiel added. "I have never before heard of this Lemp Mansion, but now it's being talked about in all corners of the angel communication channels."

"Greeeeaaat." Dean rolled his eyes. "Just what we need, another doozy. Why can't we ever just get a normal vampire nest, or a shapeshifter, hell, I'd even take a wendigo right now."

Sam only shrugged.

Deam grimaced as he pushed through the hotel door.

"I am serious Sam." Cas grabbed the taller man's shoulder. "I know Dean won't listen, but this is more than it seems."

"Okay, Cas." Sam's eyebrows knitted together. "We'll be careful."

"Thank you." Castiel looked relieved.

"Lila got us an excellent room this time!" Adelia dropped her bags at the end of a bed. "DoubleTree, nice." She placed her fists on her hips.

"Yea," Everly set her bags down also. "She sure does manage to take care of us."

"It is very clean here, I don't think I will need to do a ritual." Violet smiled. "One of the benefits of staying in newer hotels."

"So," Adelia jumped on a bed. "Who's sharing? There's only two beds."

"I will share with whoever." Violet set her bags down. "I don't mind."

"Yea, but we might…" Everly gave the red-head a friendly push. "You don't wear clothes to bed."

Violet stuck her tongue out. "You're just jealous."

"You can share with me!" Adelia plopped on the bed she had been standing on. "We can cuddle!"

Violet smiled. "Even if I am naked?"

"Especially if you're naked!" Adelia waggled her eyebrows.

"Barf." Everly headed for the bathroom. "I am going to shower."

"I will see what we can find for dinner." Violet picked up the small booklet on the desk. "I like to try small places that you can only find in one place."

"Sounds good to me!" Everly called from the closed door. "Somewhere with pie, please!"

"There is a small diner down the street actually." Violet thumbed through the pages.

"I say we walk." Adelia straightened her skirt.

"Agreed." Everly swung the door open. "These legs could use a stretch."

The girls pulled on their jackets and exited the hotel. The night air was brisk, but perfect for a walk. Violet wasn't wrong, the diner was close and the smell wafting out of the small building found them before they could even see the neon sign.

"Oh, my god…" Everly inhaled deeply. "Do you smell that?" She grabbed Violet's arm. "Do you smell it?"

"Smells like…" Adelia sniffed the air. "Apple."

"Apple…" Everly melted. "Apple pie… there is nothing more American than a good piece of apple pie."

As they approached the main door a group of three men approached from the opposite direction.

"Evening." The first one gave a nod and opened the door.

"Thanks." Everly returned his nod and walked through the door.

"Ladies first." He motioned to Violet and Adelia.

Violet didn't move, she only stared at one of the men.

"Vi?" Adelia pulled on her sleeve. "Come on, don't want to keep the nice man waiting."

Violet shook her head. "I am so sorry." She walked through the open door. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." He smiled.

"Everly." Adelia hissed. "Will you get her!"

Violet had stopped half way to the table Everly had selected, still staring at the man in the tan colored trench coat. Adelia was holding her hand, but Violet wasn't moving.

"Violet!" Everly called. "What is it?"

"It's…" Violet's eyes were wide. "It's… nothing…" she muttered before breaking her eyes away and joining Everly at the table.

"Nothing doesn't make you stare like that, Violet." Everly glanced at the guys sitting down the diner from them. "What is it?"

"The one in the coat…" She nervously glanced over her shoulder. "He isn't human."

"What is it?" Adelia looked at the men as well. "What is it about him?"

"I don't know…" Violet squinted her eyes. "He's just…" She rubbed her eyes. "He's glowing, around his head."

"What?" Everly looked confused.

"Like a…" Violet's eyes went wide. "Like an angel." She whispered. "He has a halo…" She ducked her head low below the back of the seat. "He's an angel." She was beginning to panic. "Everly…" She looked at her friend, her eyes full of fear. "What if he knows? What if he is here for me?"

"Calm down, Vi." Everly frowned and patted the girl's hands. "You know we won't let him near you."

"Yea." Adelia patted her side. "I came ready for a fight."

Violet's breathing was becoming erratic. "He has to know." She covered her ears. "Why else would he be here?"

Everly craned her neck to get a better look at the men. "They don't seem to care about us, Violet. I think you are alright."

"What can I get you ladies?" The waitress appeared, smacking her gum loudly. "Is she okay?" Her eyes fell on the frantic girl in the corner of the booth.

"She's fine." Everly smiled at the waitress. "College finals, you know."

"Oh…" The waitress nodded like she understood. "Can I get you some drinks?"

"Um, I'd like a chicken sandwich." Everly pointed to the menu. "And a slice of that wonderful smelling apple pie. She'd like a cheeseburger, extra fries." She jerked her thumb to Violet.

"I would like the nine ounce steak, extra fries as well." Adelia handed her the menus. "Oh, and a salad!"

"To drink?" The waitress smiled.

"Three beers for the ladies." A man's voice came from behind the waitress. "On me."

The man who had held the door open for them winked at the shocked group of girls.

"It seems my awkward friend did something to upset your friend." He waved his arm at Violet whose mouth was hanging open. "I'd like to make it up to you."

"Th…" Everly stammered. "Thanks."

"Anytime." He winked again before walking back to their table and sitting down.

All three of the girls craned their necks to look at them.

All three guys smiled awkwardly. The man with the trench coat waved.

Violet disappeared behind the seat. "He knows!" She hissed. "I told you, he knows about me!" She was pulling on her hair. "Everly, he's going to kill me."

"Calm down." Everly rolled her eyes. She stood from her seat and waved for the waitress. "Can we get ours to go, please?"

"Del, will you walk her back to the room before she pisses her pants?" Everly wrapped her knuckles on the table. "I will get the bill and meet you back there."

"Sure thing." Adelia pulled Violet from the table and out of the restaurant.

Once the other two girls were out of ear shot, Everly marched to the table that the three men were sitting at.

"I don't know what you did to her, or what you think you are going to do to her." She leaned against their table, anger burning in her eyes. "But if I see you again I will bury you." She jabbed a finger at the man who only stared at her with wide, confused eyes.

"At least nod so I know you understand me." She growled.

He nodded.

"Look here." The man who had bought them beer started.

"Dean, just leave it…" The one with longer hair interrupted.

"No, Sammy. We can't just let her threaten him. He hasn't done anything wrong." He stood from the table. "I don't know what your friend thinks he did, but he didn't mean to. He's a little…" He held a hand out and wobbled it. "Not socially sound. This has all been a misunderstanding."

"It had better be." Everly pulled herself up to her full height and rolled her shoulders slightly.

"It is." The man who that Violet had called an angel spoke up. "I didn't mean to do anything to your friend, and if I did, I am terribly sorry."

"Alright." Everly backed off. "Still, I don't want to see you near her, got it?"

"Of course." He nodded again.

Everly paid for the meal and took the bags from the waitress. "Have a good night." She gave the woman a small smile and glanced back at the table one more time. She had a feeling that it wasn't the last time she would be seeing them.

"Evening." Dean pulled the door open for the group of girls that had approached the diner door at the same time as them.

"Thanks." The shortest one, with long dark hair walked through the door, giving him a little nod.

The other two didn't move. The red-head only stood and stared.

"Ladies first." Dean motioned with his arm.

"Vi?" The younger girl pulled on her friend's sleeve. "Come on, we don't want to keep the nice man waiting."

This pulled her friend from her trance. "I am so sorry." She hurried past him. "Thank you."

She stopped half way to the table the first girl had chosen for them and watched as they sat down.

"Man, Cas…" Dean sat down across from the angel, so he could see the girls. "What did you do to her? Do you know her?"

"I don't know." Castiel looked worried. "She seems bothered by me, doesn't she?" He turned to glance at the girl, who quickly turned and joined her friends at the table.

"Cas, I think she is terrified of you." Sam chuckled. "What did you do, seriously?"

"I don't know." The angel said again, frustrated.

"Well," Dean said standing up. "I'll try and smooth things over."

The other two watched the awkward interaction between Dean and the table of girls. He spoke with the server, and with them before coming back to the table.

"So?" Sam asked.

"She looks completely freaked." Dean chuckled. "I don't know what you did, but I haven't seen someone that afraid of you in a long time."

They all turned to look at the girls, who were looking at them.

"I don't want her to be." Castiel waved, sending the girl back down behind the bench seat. "I think she's pretty."

Sam choked on his water. "What?"

"It's her hair." Castiel turned back around and shrugged. "I like red hair."

"Uh, oh." Dean grimaced. "Here comes trouble."

The short girl stood over them, her face contorted in irritation. "I don't know what you did to her, or what you think you are going to do to her. But if I see you again I will bury you." She jabbed a finger at the angel.

The guys all looked at her in shock.

After an exchange of words, Dean seemed to calm her a little.

"She's a spit-fire, that one." He mumbled as he watched her leave. "I hope to never see her again."

Sam chuckled to himself.

"What?" Dean glared at his little brother.

"It's nothing." Sam shook his head. "I just think someone like her would be perfect for you."

"Ha!" Dean pulled out his wallet to pay for the bill. "Good one." He pulled a card out, not caring which one it was. "Even if they were hunters, which is a joke itself. A girl like that would never be able to keep a man around."

"Really?" Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. "What makes you say that?"

"She's too…" He struggled to find a word. "Prickly."

Sam laughed outright this time. "You amaze me."

"What?" Dean waved for the waitress.

"She was your type, one-hundred percent." Sam finished his coffee.

"Yea, whatever." He smiled at the waitress. "Can I also have a piece of that wonderful smelling apple pie to go?"

"Sure." She smiled. "That was what that other girl said too… the pie must be good tonight if you can smell it."

"Which girl?" Sam asked.

"The one with long, dark hair." The waitress smiled and walked away.

Sam looked at his brother, a knowing smile on his face.

"Not a word, Sammy." Dean closed his wallet and stuffed it into his back pocket. "Not a word."

Author's Note: This is based in an AU where John is still alive. Hope you all enjoy!