Fire of Unknown Origin

by Miss Daphne Hart

Following a rather difficult case the Winchesters must bring a new person along for the ride. Of course, as it usually happens, nothing is as it seems. How may this new presence effect the Winchesters' lives? Could they possibly ever be the same?

1. Pretty Girls Make Graves

This is a fictional story based on the popular television show Supernatural. The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Castiel, are products of the brilliant mind of Eric Kripke. As is the base story line of two rouge brothers on a cross-country road trip, hunting monsters/demons/anything that needs to be taken care of/etc. and befriending odd angels. However, all new characters introduced in this story including, but not limited to Quinn Gibson, Blair Francis, and Roxanne Loraine, are products of my own imagination and creation; as well as the added story line. I do claim and reserve my rights to these new ideas. All characters are fictional. Any relation to another person, character, or story line are purely coincidental.

I also kindly ask that any and all criticisms remain positive and/or constructive. About a decade ago I had a really bad experience when my friend read my work and this is the first time anyone is reading anything of mine besides scholastic papers.

Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.

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Deep in a shady little alcove on the edge of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, nestled between a specialty store for dogs and a recently closed bank, sat Roughnecks. The name itself conjures up images of ruffians and thugs, however Roughnecks is not nearly as harsh as it would seem. Rather it resembles an establishment more akin to a tame version of a road house. One where everything looks dated and kitschy, but it's brand new and people are encouraged to throw peanut shells on the floor.

On this particular evening it was loud, crowded, and alcohol was flowing; perfect Friday night business. A popular local band had just finished their set and their presence caused a larger crowd than usual. Since the band was done the patrons began to really cut loose; classic rock was blaring through the speakers and yet it could barely be heard over the sound of consistent chatter. Squished into together in a back corner booth sat four friends. For them this was just another guys night out after a long work week. Three of the four left the booth to replenish their beverages, even though they were a few beers in they showed no signs of slowing down soon.

Sitting quietly at the bar, a woman watched as the lone was left to guard their spot. With the others gone she made her way through the thick crowd to the back booth and stopped at the friends' table.

"Hey there handsome." She purred as she placed her hand on the end of the bench the man was sitting in.

"Why hello there." The lone friend replied, trying to sound suave as he gave her a not-so-discrete once over. He was enjoying what he saw, blonde hair, dark eyes, stilettos and a clingy little black dress with a plunging neckline. Not the type of woman he expected to see here. "What's your name?"

A cut yet devilish grin crossed her face, "Sheila."

"Mike." He told her without her having to ask.

I'm happy all your buddies left, see I've been watching you from the bar for a little while now."

"Oh really?" Mike was intrigued by this statement. Normally he was the one hitting on anything in a dress, but in a case like this, he's find with the shoe being on the other foot.

"Yeah, just waiting for the moment when I could get you alone."

"Then I should have sent them away for drinks sooner." He smirked.

Sheila let out a half-hearted giggle and Mike totally bought it. This moment was caught by one of his friends, who was walking back towards the booth with two beers in hand. Once he realized that Mike was conversing successfully with this attractive woman, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"I don't mean to be forward." Sheila said and leaned over the edge of the table, just close enough so only Mike could hear her whisper. "But do you wanna get out of here?"

Mike quickly looked behind her to his friend, who nodded in approval, and then he turned his attention back to Sheila. "Yeah, why don't we head back to my place."

"Actually I'm here on business and my hotel is just a block away."

"Ever better." Mike smiled, knowing that this was going to be a night of fun with no strings attached.

Before leaving Mike threw some money down on the table for his share of the drinks. Walking through the heavily intoxicated crowd he wrapped his arm around Sheila, who in turn snuggled up to his chest. At the end of the block they had to stop for traffic at a crosswalk, Sheila took this chance to share a passionate and heated kiss with Mike. When the light changed and they got the go-ahead to cross the street, the couple basically sprinted the next block to Sheila's motel.

Inside the hotel Mike and Sheila could barely keep their hands off of one another and the journey from the lobby to Sheila's door felt like an eternity. While Sheila fumbled with the key Mike had his arms around her waist and was kissing her neck. (Mary Jane's Last Dance by Tom Petty) As they opened the door and tumbled into her hotel room, they were completely engulfed in each other. Making their way through the room and to the bed they tipped over a chair, knocked a lamp off an end table, it was blissful chaos. Sheila pushed Mike onto the bed and in one swift motion yanked open his shirt, buttons scattering to the floor. Mike seemed to be getting a little uncomfortable as Sheila forcefully started to kiss his neck, he liked the passion, but the rough stuff really isn't his thing.

"Maybe we should take it down, just a notch." Mike requested as he pushed Sheila away for a moment.

"Oh no baby, we're just getting started." She said and starred into Mike's eyes.

Seconds later her eyes turned a hellish red and she let out an evil laugh. Mike's face grew pale and filled with fear as he opened his mouth to speak, but Sheila pressed her lips to his, effectively preventing any protest. In the final moments of his life Mike let out a blood curdling scream that shook the night.

Night faded into morning and police began to infiltrate the hotel room after receiving a frantic call from an unsettled hotel maid. All the police were baffled as to what happened to this man and who the suspect may be, they didn't have any answers.

Dressed in their best cheap suits with false FBI identification badges in hand, Sam and Dean approached the crowded hotel room. When they heard about this one, they knew that it was something they had to see. One of the officers recognized them lifted the yellow tape and let them through to the crime scene. On the surface it looked like many other rooms where a brutal murder had recently taken place; broken lamp, artwork on the floor, disheveled bedding, the works. Underneath that initial layer were pieces that didn't seem to fit together just right, mainly the complete lack of blood.

"It's just like the other ones." The lead detective informed Sam and Dean as he walked them through the room.

"Did you already move the victim to the morgue?" Sam asked.

"Yes, about twenty minutes ago."

"And there were no wounds, burns, anything like that?"

"Well, we found him with another weird necklace." The detective answered with a shrug. "Other than that, nothing."

Dean stepped away from the two to get a closer look at the bed, where a hotel maid found the body a couple hours prior. Like everything else, there was anything too strange about this. Frustrated he searched the area surrounding the bed, trying to find evidence of whoever or whatever was here. Much to his dismay, there was no evidence to be found.

"We were told that they're going to run tox-screens, but I would bet that it's going to come up just like the others." The detective told Sam."

"And no one saw anything?" Dean asked as he walked back over to them.

"All that we know is that he was at a bar with a few of his buddies last night and one said that he left with a woman, but he never saw her face. Then a woman walks into a hotel with this man." The detective answered. "This one is a real head scratcher."

"You're telling me." Dean said. "And the room is checked out to a woman, right?"

"Yup, checked out to one Emily Brontë."

Sam chuckled, "So either a nineteenth century author was here last night or…"

"They're using aliases."

"Great." Sam said, followed by a heavy breath. "Do you mind giving us the room? We need to take pictures, make sure everything is documented."

"Of course." The detective answered and turned to the other officers. "Clear out, give these agents their space."

All of the officers left the room, leaving Sam and Dean to their own devices. Sam scanned the room with an EMF detector while Dean searched high and low for anything that might point to what this thing might be. Though like the other cases before this one, nothing came up. Disheartened they left the hotel room and the police officers took over once more.

"Well, that was a bust." Dean told Sam as they excited the hotel.

"Dean, we've been at this for a week and we haven't found anything yet." Sam said as they approached the Impala. "I'm starting to wonder if we should let this one go."

"There's something here Sammy, the things that are going on, it isn't normal." Dean said as they both got into his car. "Guys in their twenties don't just drop dead one after the other."

"We've looked at all of the information available to us and it's gotten us nowhere." Sam said. "I think if we're going to continue on with this case, we're gonna need some help."

Dean sighed, "Who do we ask for help? Because the only people I can think of are dead."

"Well, I was talking to Garth…"

"Garth?" Dean asked, surprised by Sam's reply. "I thought we were going to let him live his weird little werewolf life."

"It's not Garth, but someone I heard about from Garth." Sam answered, knowing that this answer still won't make his brother happy. "Gibson something."

"Gibson something, that's just great." Dean said, only to cave within a matter of seconds. "How do we get in contact with…whoever that is?"

"I can call Garth, see if he still knows them."

There are two reasons Dean didn't like this; one, Garth's out of the game, and two, Dean does not always like working with new people, "Great, so we're getting help from some stranger that may or may not be real?"

Sam glared at his brother, "They're real, Dean. But from what I remember, it sounds like they're just about as hard to find as we are, if not harder."

"Super." Dean said in a quiet sarcastic tone.

Even though Dean didn't actually consent, Sam pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, completely ignoring his stubborn brother. Scrolling through the contacts he came to Garth's name and pushed the call button. It rang a couple times and finally there was a click on the other end.

"Hello." Garth answered sleepily.

"Hey Garth, it's Sam."

"Oh hey Sam, it's been a while."

"Yeah it has." Sam said. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, no, just taking a little power nap."

"Okay, then I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"So Dean and I are working this strange case in Cedar Rapids and neither of us can come up with any sort of answers as to what the thing killing people might be." Sam took Garth's silence as a sign to continue on, "Anyway, we were discussing what to do and I don't know if you remember someone you told me about that helped you on a complex case, I think it was Gibson something. Does that ring a bell?"

"Yeah, Quinn Gibson." Garth yawned.

"Quinn Gibson, that was it." Sam said. "Are you two still in contact with one another?"

"Let me see what I can rustle up."

"Thanks Garth."

"No problem." Garth said and hung up the phone at the same time as Sam.

Dean quickly looked over to Sam, "Good news?"

"Gath's going to call us back in a minute." Sam answered and started to look through the few pictures that he snapped of the crime scene.

"Alright, so tell me then, what is this person going to know that we don't?"

"I'm not sure, but they come highly recommended."

"Yeah, by Garth."

"I thought you were okay with Garth." Sam said and looked from his phone to his brother.

"He's a good kid, don't get me wrong. I just don't know if we should trust him with something this critical." Right at that moment Sam's phone started to ring. "Speak of the devil."

"Give it a chance Dean, we don't have anything to lose."

"Yeah, well we might not have much to gain either." Dean said, shifting his focus back to the road.

With a roll of his eyes Sam answered his phone, "Hey Garth, good news?"

"Very good news." Garth answered, Sam could hear the pep in his voice. "Quinn just happens to be in Cedar Rapids right now and would like to meet with you."

"Great, thanks Garth."

"No problem, I will text you the address in a minute."

"Thanks." Sam said and hung up the phone, knowing that luck or a miracle were pretty much their only options. As promised there was a text from Garth on Sam's phone a few seconds later and it was Quinn's address.

"I'm guessing that's how we get in touch with Quinn." Dean said putting an emphasis on the person's name.

"Yeah." Sam answered as he searched for the address on his phone. "Quinn's here actually, the address looks like it's right by where the last murder was."

Dean pulled a quick U-turn and followed the road back to where they had just been. Sam silently flipped through various papers, trying to dig up something useful pertaining to this case; something that connects the victims, some sort of hint to what they're hunting, anything would help right now. Of all the various notes they've looked through, nothing they found was similar to this. The only thing that seems to be a concurrent theme is the matter in which all of the victims were murdered and a weird necklace left around each one's neck. Although that didn't turn out to be much, it's just a crude carving of a nearly nude woman. More akin to the calling card of a serial killer, not something paranormal. In some ways this case seemed similar to the Amazon one, but there was no symbol and men weren't being. That is one of the most frustrating aspects of the case, Sam and Dean have hit roadblocks and snags in investigations before, but it has never been this difficult, nor has it been to the same extent.

Within a matter of a few minutes they pulled into the parking lot of a nice, yet modest looking apartment complex. Choosing a spot right next to a dark cherry red '70 Volkswagen Beetle. Dean let out a small chuckle as he looked at the car, it's clean, but it's still a Beetle.

"I think this is the place." Sam said as he glanced towards the building and put the papers away.

"I'm still not sold on this whole thing." Dean said as they got out of the car and he starred up at the upper floors of the building, trying to figure out just what put him on edge.

"Like I said, just give it a chance."

They walked up the stairs to Quinn's apartment, number 347. Sam knocked on the door and they could hear some sort of commotion on the other side.

A young woman wearing jeans and a well-worn Blue Oyster Cult t-shirt opened the door and smiled at the sight of the brothers, "Sam and Dean Winchester, I was wondering when you two would eventually darken my doorway."

Neither of them said anything, rather they just starred for a moment, taken a little off-guard by the fact that it seems like she already knows who they are.

Of course, Dean broke that little bit of tension by turning on his usual charm, "Why hello there."

Sam gave Dean a look, subtly trying to tell him to take it down a notch or two. "Are you Quinn Gibson?"

"The one and only." She answered with yet another smile.

"We uh, heard about you through Garth."

"Say no more, come on." She said and stepped aside, allowing the guys to enter her home. "He told me that I was going to get some visitors today, but he didn't tell me it was going to be you two."

"Is that good or bad?" Sam asked.

"Depends, what do you want?" She asked as they all stood in her entry way.

"We need help."

"Well, I didn't think that you came over just to chat." Quinn said sarcastically as she walked away from them and into her kitchen. "So, you heard about me through Garth?"

"Yeah, your name came up in passing." Sam answered as he and Dean walked around the apartment, looking at the pictures on the walls, the large quantity of books littering her shelves; seeing if they could figure her out to some extent. "Did you hear about us from Garth too?"

"Garth has mentioned that he knows the Winchesters." Quinn told them as she came back into the living room, holding a bottle of brown liquor and three glasses. "Of course you're also kind of legendary since you did start and stop the freaking apocalypse."

"Why does everybody always gotta that up?" Dean whispered to Sam.

"Calm down and take a seat." Quinn said as she motioned to the nearby couch and set the objects in her hands on the coffee table. "Listen, it's my job to try to understand the strange and unusual and it doesn't get much stranger or more unusual than that. Besides, you two are practically the poster boys for everything strange."

"Can't really argue with that." Sam told Dean.

Dean didn't retort, instead he just shot Sam a heated glare as they sat down on the couch.

"You two want something to drink?" Quinn asked.

"No, I think we're fine for now." Sam answered.

"So tell me, what is it that you need help with?" Quinn asked as she sat down in a chair across from them.

"We've been hunting this thing for a week and we have nothing to go off of."

"Dude!" Dean said and smacked Sam's arm.

"What?" Sam asked.

"We don't even know who this chick is and you're spilling everything the moment we walk in the door." Dean whispered.

"You two need a moment?" Quinn asked.

"If you don't mind." Dean answered with a fake smile.

She left them and went back into the kitchen, which wasn't completely closed off from the living room, but it was just far enough away that she wouldn't be able to hear their conversation, as long as they kept it quiet.

Sam let out a heavy sigh, "Dean, be nice."

"I am nice."

"A minute ago you wanted to toss this girl into bed and now anything we say might be too much information?" Sam asked. "She's Garth's contact, I think we can tell her what's going on."

"I just, I don't trust this Sam."

Sam threw his hands in the air and turned forward away from Dean, this conversation is going nowhere. Knowing his thick-headed brother, it was no use trying to convince him of anything otherwise.

"Sorry, if I may interject." Quinn said as she came back into the room and started to pour the whiskey into the three glasses, handing two to the brothers.

"By all means." Dean said, surprisingly able to be more sarcastic than he was previously.

"I get it, you not trusting me." She said as she sat back down in her chair and drank. "I wouldn't trust me either. You know nothing about me beyond the fact that I know Garth. You have no idea what I could be up to. Though like Sam said, you don't know what you're up against and you probably need my help."

"Oh really?" Dean asked. "Then tell me, what do you know about this thing?"

"You're working that case about the nine guys who've turned up dead, right?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah."

"All of the victims were male, in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties, and they all just kind of dropped dead." Quinn answered. "No signs of blood, nothing that would point to a heart attack or stroke. But inside their organs and tissue resembled that of someone in their eighties, roughly. Like they died of old age, but just on the inside."

"Well, you're on par with us."

"If you two know anything else, that would be great because I haven't seen the bodies and can only go off of what I've seen on the news or read about in the papers and my general assumptions."

"There have been these weird necklaces found with each body and when family members or friends are questioned they had never known any of the victims to own a piece of jewelry like that." Sam answered.

"See, that is really important." Quinn said as she got up and walked away from the brothers. She went into her bedroom and quickly dug around in a dresser drawer, pulling out a small wooden box. Then walked back out to the boys. "It's also the sort of thing that they don't put on the news."

"That's why we thought it was strange, besides the way in which they were murdered, this was the only other thing connecting all of the victims." Sam said.

Quinn opened the small wooden box and pulled out a necklace, then tossed it to Sam. As Sam turned the necklace over in his hand he saw that there was a similar crude carved woman as a charm.

"This is the same thing." Sam said as he handed the necklace to Dean.

"But from what we could tell, it's nothing too bad." Dean said as he looked at the pendant.

"Under most circumstances, but it has a hidden message." Quinn said, her demeanor changing from the nice and fun girl who let them into her home to someone who is a little more serious. "To outsiders it's just a weird necklace with a strange almost naked lady."

"Yeah, that's about as far as we got." Sam said.

"Okay, that's what you're supposed to know." Quinn said. "When this totem is used by a secret and ancient group, it is detrimental."

"What group?" Sam asked.

"Succubus and incubus."

Both Sam and Dean began to laugh, but Quinn obviously didn't see the humor in any of this.

"What?" She asked.

"Those don't exist." Dean answered. "For all of the crap that we've seen, all the demons that we've fought, nothing has ever pointed to the existence of either of those."

"Well, it's also tough to tell that angels exist, but we all know that they do." Quinn said. "Groups like this, they don't want the knowledge of their existence out there. Secrecy is a number one priority, because without it they cannot survive."

"Then how'd you get that?" Sam asked, motioning towards the necklace that Dean was still holding.

"Took it off one in England."

"How did you get to one?" Sam asked. "I mean, if they're so difficult to find."

"You don't want to know." She answered. "Guys, I know some of the things that you've been up against, the fact that you have both literally been through hell; but this, this is something that you don't want to mess with."

Dean scoffed, "What could this thing do to us?"

"For starters, it can take your life within a matter of seconds."

"Yeah, well a gun can do that."

"No, this is different." Quinn said. "If a person is given one of these necklaces they are bound to the succubus that gave it to them, unless that succubus dies. In that binding, they can do whatever they want to the soul of that person, even if they're dead."

"That doesn't sound…" Dean started to say.

Quinn stopped him, "It's real, trust me."

This new development made Dean and Sam more uncomfortable, but they knew that they couldn't back down now. If this is the thing that they have been tracking for a week, they need to see it through to the end.

"Alright, so what, we have one of these things in town?" Dean asked.

"More than one." Quinn answered. "There are a lot more out there than you might think, though most of them are discrete and cover up their tracks when they go too far and accidently kill someone. Something like this, it's probably just one or two that have gotten out of hand."

"So, we kill it?" Dean asked.

"What part of 'you don't want to mess with this' is not getting through to you?"

"We're part of this now, we've been tracking this thing for a week, it's hurting innocent people, and we need to stop it."

Normally Sam would be the first to second-guess a situation like this, especially one in which Dean is so adamant to kill something, but he this time he found himself agreeing with his brother. Silently the three sat there as they had a quiet battle with one another on what the next step should be.

"I am completely against this, but I give in, you can help." Quinn said and let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair. "Don't ever say I didn't warn you two."

"Great." Dean said and clasped his hands together. "How do we kill this thing?"

"That's kind of complicated, succubus have one foot in the demon world and one foot in the creature-slash-monster world." She answered. "They're born, so you can't exorcise them like demon, holy water and salt don't work either; they do share a demon's incompatibility with iron though."

"Alright, we find the thing and shoot it with iron rounds."

"Yeah, but the tricky part is going to be finding them."

"We get that."

"Is there a way to track it?" Sam asked.

"Research the area, all the victim info." Quinn answered. "It's kind of like piecing together a puzzle."

"I hate puzzles." Dean said.

"Do you have all the victim info?" Quinn asked.

"Most of it." Sam answered. "But it's all back at the hotel."

"Why don't you two go get all that and I'll work on a few things back here."

"Alright, we'll be back then." Sam said as he and Dean got up to leave.

"If you need anything, give us a call." Dean said as he left a card with his cell phone number on her coffee table.

"Thanks, see you in a little bit I guess." Quinn said as she showed them out.

The brothers walked back to the car in silence. Sam pulled some of the files out of the backseat and began to make note of some of the important information.

"I like her." Dean said as he pulled out of the parking lot. His feelings about this girl were everywhere, but she's quickly beginning to grow on him.

"Of course you do, you like any woman with a pulse." Sam said without looking up from the files.

Dean shrugged, "I think I might…"

Sam stopped his research, "Dean, I know what you're thinking, stop."

"What?" Dean asked, not entirely sure on what he was doing wrong.

"Dean." Sam said sternly.

"Sam." Dean said, mimicking him.

"Dean." Sam said one more time in the same voice. "Do not sleep with this girl. We need her now and we may need her again at some point down the line."

"Come on Sam, what's wrong with it?"

"Um, you never follow through on that kind of thing and I'm sure that it would only end badly."

Shaking the thought from his head, Dean chose not to humor Sam, for now. "Why do you keep picking over the files? There's nothing in there that we don't already know."

"I'm marking things down that we might need later." Sam answered as he kept on doing his little job. "Also anything that might give Quinn any clues."

"Of course." Dean said under his breath, Sam has always been and always will be a nerd in Dean's eyes.

Nearing their motel, Sam's cell phone rang. While Sam took the call, Dean ran inside, grabbing all of the files and information that he could scrounge up on the case. Sam was still on the phone as Dean neared the car, arms full with paperwork.

"Thank you, we will drop by and pay Mr. Everton a visit." Sam said before hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Dean asked, dropping all of the files on the backseat.

"Officer Billings, he said that a friend of the victim is free to talk to." Sam said and handed Dean a small piece of paper with an address on it. "His name is Chris Everton and they say he was the last one to see Mike alive."

"Think we should stop by before we see Quinn?"

"I think it's worth a shot." Sam answered as his brother drove away from the motel.

The Impala rolled to a stop in front of a small, somewhat dilapidated, house. It's in need of a fresh coat of paint, there's a recliner on the front porch, and the grass is tall enough to hide small wild animals; there isn't much room to judge though, the Winchesters have stayed in a lot worse. Dean opened the screen door and pounded on the inner door, which was opened by a sloppy intoxicated man in a bathrobe.

"What in the hell do you two want?" The man asked, slightly swaying side to side.

"Hello I'm agent Vedder and this is my partner agent McCready." Dean answered, both he and Sam presented their badges. "Is Chris Everton home?"

"You're looking at him." The man answered and took a swig from his beer.

"We're with the FBI and we have a couple questions about your friend Mike."

"You don't look like feds."

"We're undercover." Dean said.

"I already told the cops everything." Chris slurred.

"We're looking into things from a different angle and we just want to make sure that we have all the necessary information." Sam said.

"Alright, come on in." Chris said, leading Sam and Dean into his home.

Right away they were hit with a rather unpleasant odor. Overall the house wasn't too unkempt, but it smelled like body-odor and about two weeks' worth of garbage. As they walked Chris tossed his bottle towards a trashcan, but it just ended up breaking against the wall near said trashcan. Sam and Dean exchanged glances, this dude was a mess.

Chris sat down in a recliner in the living room and pulled a can of cheap beer out of the small cooler next to him. "So, what would you two like to know?"

"Just start from around the time that Mike left." Sam answered.

"Either of you want a beer?" Chris asked. Both shook their heads, even Dean, who rarely ever turns down a drink. "Well, it was Friday, so we went out to the bar, pretty typical. Mike's girlfriend just left him and we were hoping that maybe he'd find a good rebound."

"We?"

"Yeah, me, Aaron, and Patrick." Chris answered. "Anyway, we get up to get more beer and Mike hangs back at the booth to save our place. When I walked back over, there was some woman standing there and talking to him. Of course, when a hot girl is talking to your buddy, you don't interrupt that."

"Yeah, otherwise you're a dick." Dean said aloud without thinking.

Sam elbowed his brother in the ribs, Dean's smile faded into his serious face. Then, as Chris thought about those last few moments he saw his friend alive, his eyes started to water.

"What happened after that Chris?" Sam questioned in his empathetic voice.

"He looked over her shoulder at me, seeking my approval." Chris answered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I nodded, because like I said, I wanted him to get a good rebound."

"Can you describe this woman for us?" Dean asked.

"She had blonde hair, was a little bit curvy, and she was wearing a black dress and some heels." Chris answered.

"And you didn't see her face?" Sam asked.

"No, she was looking at him the whole time when they walked out of the bar."

"Did you get a name? Anything?"

"No, nothing else."

"Did your friends see her?"

"Nope, they were both still at the bar getting drinks. By the time they got back Mike was gone with the woman."

"Is that it?"

"That's all I know."

"Well, thank you for your time."

"Yeah, thanks." Dean said.

"No problem." Chris said.

Sam and Dean stood up and left the dingy little house. Since it seems like the other two friends didn't see anything, the brothers had hit another dead end. Their only clue is a somewhat curvy woman with blonde hair. This lead is not as good as it may appear, it doesn't narrow down the search all that much.

"I'm gonna give Quinn a call." Dean said as the pair stood outside of the Impala.

"I can give her a call." Sam said.

"Already have my phone out." Dean said as he punched in the numbers.

After one ring Quinn picked up, "Hello."

"Hey Quinn, it's Dean."

"One second, I just need to put something in the oven." Quinn said. Dean stayed on the phone while he waited for Quinn to get back on. "What took you two so long, I was expecting you back by now?"

"We talked to a witness, but we should be by shortly."

"Okay, I just finished making lunch." She said. "You two can eat and work, right?"

"Of course we can." Dean said. "We'll be at your place in a few minutes."

"See you then, bye."

"Bye." Dean said and hung up the phone.

"You do know that we're going to give whatever information we have on this case to Quinn, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I know." Dean answered.

"Because earlier you didn't want to tell her anything."

"Can we just chalk this one up to me coming to my senses and be done with it?"

"As long as you don't go back into that apartment and start hating her again."

Back at the apartment complex Dean took the parking spot next to the Beetle again. Before walking up to Quinn's apartment they gathered everything out of the backseat. Since Quinn was expecting them she left her door open a crack and when they arrived Dean pushed it open with his foot.

"Quinn, it's Dean and Sam." The elder Winchester announced as they walked in.

"Hey guys." Quinn said as she came out from her bedroom with a couple older books. "Sorry, I keep all of the really good stuff in back."

"We brought everything we have too."

"Great, you two want some lunch before we get going on all of this?" Quinn asked. "I mean we could order in, I could whip up some quick sandwiches or something."

"Sandwiches are fine."

"Alright, I'll put something together quick." Quinn said as she walked towards the kitchen, then looked over her shoulder to the guys. "And I hope you like pie, because I make a raspberry pie that'll knock your socks off."

Dean smiled, "Oh, I'm sure it will."

In typical brotherly fashion Sam nudged Dean's foot and Dean nudged back in retaliation. While they laid out the information they brought with them Sam found himself wondering if Dean will ever be able to find some sort of happy medium with Quinn; he certainly doesn't want Dean to hate this girl, but he doesn't exactly want him jumping into bed with her either. So far Quinn seems like a good resource and Sam doesn't want to lose that, but he also knows his brother well enough to understand what could happen between the two.

"So, what did you two get from the victim's friend?" Quinn asked from the kitchen while she made lunch.

"Not much, the woman we think is doing this is blonde, average height, somewhat curvy." Sam answered as he looked through his papers. Then he glanced to the book that Quinn left open on the table, which appeared to be written in Latin, along with the text on the spines of the books next to it. "Are these in Latin?"

"Like I said." Quinn answered, walking into the room with two plates for the boys and one for her. "I keep all the good stuff in the back."

While they ate lunch, the trio skimmed through every piece of paperwork, hoping to find something worthwhile. Every once in a while Quinn would get up and grab another book. A few hours had passed and they had a little bit more to work off of, but still not enough to pinpoint who was doing all of this. All of this research did bring about a couple important pieces of information, this is indeed a succubus and they might know the next couple places she could strike. Just as they finished their research and were putting all of Sam and Dean's paperwork back together, Quinn's home phone began to ring, she jumped out of her seat and ran into the kitchen to answer it.

"Quinn Gibson." She answered and paused for a moment. "Great, I will be there in a few minutes, bye."

"Who was that?" Dean asked as he watched Quinn walk back into the living room.

"It's a private source and they want to meet right now." Quinn answered as she put on a jacket from the hall closet. "So, why don't each of you hit one of the locations on the list, see if you spot anything."

"Are you sure you'll be okay doing this alone?"

"I know this source, but they keep busy and having a meeting alone doesn't happen too often." Quinn answered as they went to the door.

"Okay, but if you need anything or if you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thanks." Quinn said, locking her front door.

They all walked down the nearby stairs together, the brothers went to the Impala and Quinn went to the Beetle parked next to them.

Dean chuckled, "That's your car?"

"What's wrong with my car?" Quinn asked.

"It's a Beetle."

"I like it."

"What's your top speed on that thing?"

"None of your damn business, that's the top speed." Quinn quipped with a grin.

Surpassingly Dean found himself smiling too as he got in the Impala with Sam, he thought the reply was funny; hell, he would have said the same thing or something similar. For a moment as she started her car, Quinn thought about Dean too and not in a plutonic way. Watching him drive off she pushed the thought out of her mind and followed the Impala until she had to diverge to get on the street where her source lived.

The brothers pulled into town and went their separate ways to scope out various bars. Meanwhile Quinn pulled into the driveway of a stately looking home. Before Quinn even made it onto the porch a butler opened the front door.

"Ms. Loraine is in her study." He told Quinn as she crossed the threshold.

"Thanks." Quinn said and followed the hall down to the study, knocking on the door, which was open just a crack.

"Quinn, come in." A woman said with a slight French accent.

"Hello Roxanne." Quinn said as she and the woman hugged.

"So, what is it that you need help with?"

"Have you heard about the murders recently?" Quinn asked, getting right down to business.

"No, I don't follow the news, it is too depressing."

"Well, there have been a number of murders and all signs point to it being one or two of your own."

"That's ridiculous, they all know that we do not kill." Roxanne said as her butler brought her a drink. "They may be okay with that in other areas, but we do not do that here."

"Are you keeping tabs on everyone?"

"Of course I am, what kind of person do you take me for?" Quinn tried her best to hold in a small laugh, person. "My girls would never do this and I know William doesn't let his boys do it either."

"Someone is out there killing men and it's starting to become more conspicuous." Quinn said, getting a little flustered. "They're leaving bodies, witnesses, and working off the grid; it's a mess."

"No, no, that cannot be." Roxanne said. "I'm sorry Quinn, but you're wrong about this one."

Quinn pulled some photographs out of her purse, they were all images of the necklaces found with the victims and passed them over to Roxanne. Flipping through the photos made Roxanne sick to her stomach.

"Those were found with all of the victims, we both know what that means." Quinn told Roxanne.

"This cannot be one of mine." Roxanne said, handing Quinn the photos. "I never told any of my girls about binding, they would not know how to do it."

"Have any of them done any sort of traveling lately, especially to Europe?" Quinn asked. In Europe most follow an older code, they work swiftly at night, they can go wherever, whenever, and it doesn't matter if they kill.

"One and you are not going to like it."

"Who is it?" Quinn asked. "I need to know."

"Blair Francis, she just got back about two weeks ago."

"Blair?" Quinn asked. "Blair wouldn't do this."

"She is the only one I could think of that might have this knowledge and there haven't been any registered visitors here." Roxanne answered. "I am so sorry Quinn."

"It's alright, I need to talk to Blair." Quinn said, getting up to leave. "Thanks for the info, Roxanne."

"You did not hear any of this from me."

"Oh, I know." Quinn said and left the house.

Back in the main stretch of town Sam was waiting alone at the bar, there was a woman he had been watching for some time. She was around average height, a little curvy, blonde hair, and had been chatting with a lone man since he walked in. Sam kept hoping that the guy would get up to go to the bathroom or something, just so he could get this woman alone. After a few more minutes, the man and woman both stood up and made their way towards the front door.

Trying to be as stealthy as possible, Sam followed them out the door. When he finally got outside he looked to his right and saw the couple getting into a taxi. Right before she got into the cab the woman locked eyes with Sam. Watching them drive away he felt a little bit violated, but he couldn't think about it, instead he followed the plan and phoned Dean.

"Yeah." Dean answered after a couple rings.

"I think I saw her leave with some guy." Sam said.

"Which way did they go?"

"North on this street in a cab."

"I'm going to swing by, pick you up, and we'll follow them."

"Okay." Sam said and hung up the phone.

Dean promptly left his bar, hopped into the Impala, and picked up his brother down the street. Even though they have no real way of knowing which way the cab went, they went north, hoping that they would eventually see something. As usual, luck was not on their side and they couldn't find the cab. They hated knowing that someone died on their watch, but there wasn't much they could do. There was no way to tell where this cab took these people, Sam never got a number off of the cab, so that was it. Instead of fretting over it, they went back to their motel to look over their notes.

Against her better judgment, Quinn went to Blair's house and was intent on questioning Blair about her whereabouts. Quinn wanted to believe that her best friend was innocent, but certain things didn't make sense; when Quinn found that Blair wasn't home when she arrived at ten-thirty at night, her concern grew. It didn't stop Quinn though, she was set on finding out the truth, so she waited on the porch for Blair and looked over some of the case files. For the most part she hoped that Blair wasn't the one doing this; Blair is a brunette, so she doesn't entirely fit the basic description, however hair color is one of the easiest things to change. Deep down Quinn had a sinking feeling that it was Blair, she's always known that Blair is a succubus and recently she began to find their code of ethics idiotic and she was breaking away from her group. Honestly she wouldn't be surprised to find out that Blair was the one doing all of this, but she didn't want it to be true.

Around eleven o'clock Blair walked up her front steps, surprised to see her best friend waiting for her, "Hey Quinn, what are you doing here?"

"Blair, we need to talk." Quinn answered, shoving the case files into her purse.

"Alright, come on in." Blair said as she opened the front door. "Do you want some tea, coffee, beer?"

"Tea would be fantastic." Quinn answered, she stayed in the living room while Blair went to the kitchen. "So, have you heard about these crazy deaths recently, like twenty or thirty year old guys just dropping dead?"

"Yeah, that is crazy, isn't it?"

"It is quite strange, yes." Quinn answered and something in her voice told Blair that something was wrong.

"Don't look at me, I'm on the straight and narrow." Blair said as she walked into the kitchen. "Relatively speaking."

"You understand why I'm concerned, right?" Asked Quinn. "You just got back from Europe before all of this started and that's one of the few places where they don't care if you kill."

"Quinn, I am not the one doing this." Blair replied. "Wait, how did you find out that I was in Europe?"

"I just heard it in passing." Quinn answered. "That's not important though, what were you doing there?"

"Having fun, good food, great wine, beautiful scenery, attractive men."

"Did you talk to anyone over there?"

"Of course I did."

"Who?"

"Random people here and there. I didn't really keep track."

"No one, special though?"

"No, can't do relationships, remember?" Blair replied and looked Quinn in the eye. "I'm not the one doing this Quinn, you can trust me."

"Can I trust you?" Quinn asked. "You left without telling anyone, you can't just do that."

It doesn't matter that Quinn is one of Blair's best friends, her accusations were making Blair angry, "You think you know so much about this Quinn, but you don't."

"Stand down, I'm just covering my bases."

"Why?" Blair asked as the tea kettle whistled. "You're acting like you're the one looking into all of this."

"I'm just making sure that no one is getting out of line."

"Speaking of making sure that no one is getting out of line, I caught wind of a rumor that a couple hunters are in town." Blair told her friend, thinking that this would be news to her. Also a change of subject couldn't hurt.

"Oh, really?" Quinn asked, playing along. With her job and the people she keeps in contact with, no one can ever know that not only does she know the hunter, but she is also currently working with them.

Blair walked into the room with the tea kettle. "Have you ever heard of the Winchesters?"

"Yeah, guns, Mystery House, that sort of thing." Answered Quinn.

"No, like the hunters, Sam and Dean Winchester." Blair said. "Those two have been all over creation, if a creature has a connection to the modern world, they know who the Winchesters are."

"I might've heard about them while I was doing research at some point, the names certainly ring a bell."

"If what I've heard is right, they shoot first and ask questions later." Blair said, stirring the sugar in her tea. "Luckily, they don't know what to shoot us with."

Nervously Quinn sipped her tea, they do know what to kill Blair's kind with and Quinn's the one who told them everything they needed to know. If Blair ever found out, it would certainly be the end of their friendship and possibly the end of Quinn's life.

On the other side of town the Winchesters were held up in their motel, trying to figure out their next move. Sadly they knew that they guy Sam witnessed leaving with the suspected succubus was as good as dead, there was no way around it. The next time they get any sort of lead will be if they hear from Quinn or from the police once that guy's body is found. Something that was a bit hard for them to accept, they hated seeing innocent people die, but on the other hand they knew this was the way things had to happen sometimes.

"We should have at least tried to find the place." Dean said as he paced around the room.

"Why?" Sam asked. "We probably wouldn't have found it anyway."

"What if we did though?" Dean asked. "We could have at least saved that guy's life and maybe even ganked a succubus."

"I think right now it would just be best if we wait to hear from either the cops or Quinn."

Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, "I hope she's okay."

"I'm sure she is."

"She just wouldn't tell us who she was meeting, for all we know she could be in trouble, hell she could be dead."

"I doubt she's dead Dean."

With perfect timing Dean's phone began to ring and he quickly answered, "Hello."

"Hey Dean, it's Quinn, what motel are you guys staying at?"

"The Coachman."

"I'm going to be there in a few minutes, just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Okay thanks, see you in a few minutes." Dean said before hanging up the phone.

"Told you she wasn't dead." Sam said, knowing that it was Quinn on the other end.

"She's coming over, something must've happened." Dean said as he started to pick up the room.

Never before had Sam seen Dean care so much about what a woman thought. Well, maybe when he was with Lisa, but that's about it. When Dean finished he sat down on the bed and flipped the TV on to some children's cartoon. Sam was still more or less dumbfounded by his brother's actions, it's something that he wasn't expecting nor was he used to. All of these actions were not something that Sam was going to question, at least Dean was picking up his empties and taking his wet socks out of the sink.

Within a few minutes there was a knock at the door, which Dean leapt at the chance to open. When he did, Quinn was standing on the other side and both men could tell from her facial expression that it wasn't good news.

"Is everything alright?" Sam asked as Quinn walked into the room.

She shook her head, "I found out a few things though."

"What?" Dean asked as he pulled out one of the chairs at their small table for her.

"Uh…" She answered and sat down. "Here in the States and Canada, there is a rule that succubus and incubus cannot kill people on purpose. It's an old rule set by those that came over shortly after the pilgrims and they didn't have a large population to use. Anyway, in Europe on the other hand, they live by the old rules and they can bind their victims and they can purposefully kill them in low numbers."

"What's stopping them from doing it here?" Sam asked.

"Most just are taught that killing is bad and are never told about binding." Replied Quinn. "It's a long complicated thing, but recently one of the succubus from the group here took a trip to Europe and she was alone."

"Let me guess, that's where she could've learned about all of the bad stuff?" Dean asked.

"Yes and no, the woman is named Blair Francis, but she doesn't fit the description. I also talked to her already and she promised me she wasn't the one doing this."

"What's she look like?" Sam asked.

"Well, pretty much like the description of the suspect, but she's a brunette."

"She could be wearing a wig." Dean said.

"Blair can't be the one doing this."

"How do you know?"

"Because, she's one of my best friends."

Neither brother could believe that not only did Quinn know these things personally, but one of them was her best friend. Both also began to wonder if they could trust Quinn if her friend turned out to be the one doing all of this.

"You're friends with one?" Dean finally asked.

"It's not like that, before any of this happened she was doing really good, following all the rules, and I don't want to believe it's her, but something was different when I visited tonight."

Now they began to worry, they didn't want to tell Quinn that there's a good chance that Sam caught the woman in the act. Even if it might make Quinn feel better when they tell her that the woman was or is blonde.

Quinn realized something was up when both brothers stopped talking, "Bad news, huh?"

"I think I saw her." Sam answered. "She fit the description that the last victim's friend gave us and she left the bar with some random guy."

"Anything else happen?"

"She looked right at me as she got in the cab, but that's about it."

"She likes you, whoever she is."

Sam shuddered, "She likes me?"

"Yeah, you might be in a little hot water."

"It wouldn't be the first time." Dean boasted before Sam could.

Sam's phone, which was charging on the table next to Quinn's arm, started to ring. Quinn unplugged the phone and tossed it over to Sam.

"Guys, we might have bigger problems." Sam said as he looked at his phone before answering, "Hello, agent McCready speaking."

"Think that guy Sam saw the woman leave with is dead?" Quinn asked.

"Most likely." Dean answered solemnly.

"Yeah, agent Vedder and I will be over as soon as we can." Sam told the person on the other end and hung up the phone.

"Looks like we have to go on a call, want to come with us?" Dean asked Quinn.

"Sure, should be interesting." She answered.

"Are you sure, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I already have a badge, it's out in my car." Quinn answered, thinking it might help her in the situation.

"You have a badge?" Dean asked.

"Trust me, there were some places I couldn't get into if I didn't."

"Alright, as long as you have credentials, I don't see a problem." Dean answered, then he and Quinn turned to Sam.

"I trust his judgment." Sam replied. "Besides, it might benefit you to see at least one crime scene."

"Awesome." Quinn said, just a little bit too excited about tagging along with the boys.

Before getting into the Impala with Sam and Dean she stopped at her car and pulled a badge out of her glove box. Getting into the backseat of the Impala she presented the badge to Sam and Dean.

"Special Agent Harry at your service."

"Not bad." Dean said as he backed out of the parking spot.

Driving out beyond the city limits, Sam and Dean realized that it was a good thing they didn't try to find this house. Chances are they would've either gotten lost, not been prepared for what they were up against or both and then they would've been part of the crime scene. Pulling up to the little house gave the Winchesters an all too familiar feeling of déjà vu, red and blue lights flashing, house taped off, and police everywhere. Over the past week these two have become staples at these gatherings, though the addition of Quinn threw up some red flags as they approached.

"Who is she?" The lead detective asked.

"We got the call as we were picking up Special Agent Harry here from the airport." Dean answered and at his signal Quinn flashed her fake badge. "She came in from the DC office to help us out."

"Alright, she's good, come on in." The detective said, lifting the tape so the three could enter the scene.

"So, what'd we got here?"

"Same old same old boys and ma'am." The detective answered and turned to Quinn before walking them to the house. "Hopefully you can bring some new insight, because we're running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to figure this thing out."

"I hope I can be of assistance." Quinn said, as she and the Winchesters followed the detective through the unruly house. It was a while before she spoke up again. "These two discussed the case with me previously and let me look at the case files on the way over. Now, you said that this death is just like all of the others?"

"Almost." The detective said as they walked into the bedroom and starred at the mangled dead body sprawled across the bed. "Except this one was a little more violent."

The body was on the bed and though it was intact, more or less, it was covered with deep scratches. Quinn went in for a closer look while Sam and Dean hung back with the detective. Of all the major damage, only some of it happened while the victim was still alive. Before she jumped to any conclusions, Quinn looked on the victim for the telltale piece of jewelry, but she found nothing around the victim's neck. Lifting his arm she rolled up his jacket sleeve and found the necklace hanging loosely off his wrist. Most likely she was too hasty to try and get it around his neck, so his arm had to suffice. Not only was this succubus hunting hastily, but she was getting angry and when people kill angrily, they get sloppy. Having the Winchesters on the radar of the succubus in the area doesn't help.

"The killer is getting angry and sloppy." Quinn told the men. "That's why the victim is torn apart, she knows that the authorities are closing in on her."

"Alright, what does that mean?" The detective asked.

"When killers like this get angry they get sloppy and then they'll probably flee." Quinn answered. "Chances are a few more murders and they'll be gone."

"How do you know?"

"We saw a case similar to this in Ohio a few years back, but had to seal it after an important member of society was found dead." Quinn answered with a stern stare at the officer. "This is all confidential you do not repeat what I say here to anyone under any circumstances."

"Yes ma'am."

"Can we have a minute?" Sam asked. "We need to take photos and the less bodies in here the better."

"Of course." The officer answered before ducking out of the room.

"She's getting sloppy?"

"Yeah, last time she left a witness and now she's tearing apart a body, she's frustrated." Quinn answered as they all just looked at the body. "Even though she's still hunting from her circle she allowed him to bring her home, that's never good. In these situations you always want the home field advantage."

"Do you really think she's going to run?" Dean asked.

"I have no doubt in my mind that she's going to run."

Part of their time was spent taking photos of the crime scene and Dean also swept the room for anything that they could connect to a creature, succubus or otherwise. Secretly Quinn searched the room to find proof of either the guilt or innocence of her best friend. Peaking behind the headboard she found a big clue piled on the floor.

"Either of you have something long?" Quinn asked as she tried reaching for the object, but found her arms were just a little bit too short. "Even a pen would work, I just can't get this."

The comment made Dean smirk and he was just about to squeeze out a raunchy retort, but Sam closed Dean's window of opportunity when he handed Quinn the pen from his jacket pocket.

"Will this work?"

"Yeah, thanks Sam." Quinn answered and pulled the object out from behind the bed. Dean took full advantage of the decent view he got of Quinn's rear end while she was reaching for the piece of evidence, which turned out to be a blonde wig splattered with blood. "You were right about the wig theory."

"I'm betting that's the victim's blood." Dean said.

"Yeah, well that's the suspects hair." Sam added.

After the wig was bagged and tagged, there was really nothing more to could do at that crime scene. The officer was right, it was just like all the others; the place was a mess, more so than a bachelor pad normally is, the victim was dead and probably aged from the inside, which is what killed him, not the slashing, and he had a succubus charm around his neck. On the way back into town Quinn was quiet in the backseat, with the wig she came to the conclusion that this was probably Blair's handiwork. Her friend was always theatrical and would often take one or two of the smaller guys, similar to the last few victims, before going for the big prey, like Sam.

"Is that true?" Dean asked Quinn as he neared the motel.

"Is what true?" She asked, still partially stuck in her thoughts.

"That this thing is maiming dead bodies because it's getting angry and about to skip town."

"Yeah." She answered, followed by a short pause. "It also helps to explain what happens when we finally kill this bitch and the murders stop."

"Was the story about Ohio real?"

"Nah, I just needed something to tell the officer."

"So, we need to get this thing before it leaves." Dean said, pulling into the parking spot he claimed earlier in the day. He turned around to look at Quinn in the backseat, she looked worn out. "Is there anyone you can think of?"

"I think it's Blair, everything fits her pattern."

"She has a pattern?" Asked Dean as they got out of the car and walked towards their motel room.

"Of course, pick off a few of the weak little ones before she goes for the big game."

"Big game?" Sam asked, dreading what Quinn's answer was going to be.

"Someone like you." Quinn replied, taking a seat in the chair she was in prior to their departure. "Even before she was killing people this was her pattern, most just go for random guys and fill up when they needed it, but not Blair. None of this really hit me until you told me about the woman from the bar, then I looked to the other victims and it all fell into place."

"Alright, so what's the plan?"

"We need to go to the bar tomorrow night, that guy she got won't last her long, especially if she's anxious and she is. Then Sam you are going to have to act as bait, lure her in and then, we'll do what we have to do."

Sam was not too happy with Quinn's recent proposal and he was going to be vocal about it, "Wait, wait, wait, I'm not going to be bait for something that has been killing men left and right."

"That's why Dean and I are going to be in the bar." Quinn attempted to reassure him. "If things start going south we'll be right there to have your back, we'll keep in contact with little cell phone ear pieces, and then once she thinks she has her hooks in you, take her outside and we'll finish her."

Dean, who had been oddly silent this whole time, decided to speak up as well, "Quinn, are you sure about this?"

"Listen, I may be friends with Blair and I may know others like her, but I do not condone what she's doing. Killing people is unacceptable and there's really only one way to end it. I cannot trade the life of my one friend for countless innocent lives that will be lost at her hands if she isn't dealt with."

"Whoa, remind me never to cross you." Dean said with a chuckle, though when he found that no one else was laughing, he stopped and his tone was once again serious. "If you promise that you won't let anything happen to my brother, I think it's an okay plan."

Sam was surprised that his brother was siding with Quinn, "Dean?"

"Sam, they need to be alone to do this and not like in an alleyway, so as long as she doesn't get you in a room alone, you should be fine."

"But this one isn't playing by any of the rules!"

"She likes you and some quickie in a back alley behind a bar isn't going to be enough." Quinn said, nearing Sam's level of hostility. "Besides she runs the risk of getting caught if they're not alone and that's not a risk she's willing to take."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, Blair may not be playing the rules, but I know she will do what she can to keep her ass out of jail."

Sam was finally convinced, "Alright, we'll try it."

"So, she either needs to be stabbed through the heart with something iron or shot with an iron round." Quinn said. "Do you have anything like that?"

"What kind of hunters do you take us for?" Dean asked, wounded that she would ask such a question.

"Hey, I'm just making sure." Quinn answered and stood up. "I think I'm going to head out, can I use your bathroom before I go?"

"Yeah, go for it."

Both brothers watched Quinn walk to the bathroom, not saying a word. She didn't lie, she really did have to use the restroom, but there was an ulterior motive.

"Dean are you sure about this?" Sam whispered, hoping Quinn couldn't hear.

"Sam, I have always done my best to make sure that nothing bad happens to you and that's not stopping any time soon."

"I just don't want to be bound and murdered by some crazy demon woman."

In the bathroom Quinn could hear faint manly whispering, but she couldn't make out the exact words. None of this mattered though, because she knew that the Winchesters were going to come through. After washing her hands she looked around the small room for a good hiding spot, the vent was screwed shut and she didn't have a screwdriver, but the trash was full of tissues, those cheap plastic cups, and a fast food bag, perfect. Even though no one was watching, she sneakily pulled a small fabric bag out of her shirt and placed it at the bottom of the trashcan and covered it with garbage; it had to be inconspicuous, because if the brothers knew it was there they would ask questions and she doesn't want questions.

All of the whispering ceased as Quinn walked out of the bathroom. There was a bit of an awkward silence, but that was bound to happen at some point.

"I'm going to leave and I will come by tomorrow night, say six?" She asked.

Dean smiled, "Six is perfect."

"Great, see you then." She said and walked out the door.

On the way back to her car Quinn pulled out her cell phone and punched in a phone number. Luckily it didn't pick up until after she was in her car.

"Hey Blair, I have a question for you." Quinn quickly said before her friend could say anything.

"Shoot." Blair said.

"Want to go out to Rag Doll's tomorrow night?"

"I was just there this evening." Blair answered. "Though there are always a few new people to choose from or maybe one or two that caught my eye previously."

"Meet me there tomorrow night, seven o'clock."

"Seven's a little early, don't you think?"

"It'll be dark by seven, you'll be fine."

"Alright, meet you at Rag Doll's tomorrow at seven."

"Awesome, see you then."

From the motel window Dean watch as Quinn hung up her phone and drive way. Regretting this asinine plan, Sam was lying down on his bed with his hands shielding his eyes from the overhead light. Dean shook his head as he looked at his brother.

"It's going to be fine, I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you." Dean said, walking towards the bathroom. "Who's going to take the shower first, you or me?"

"Go ahead." Sam told him and was suddenly filled with thoughts of the last time he got involved with a crazy demon woman. With all of those memories flooding back he became more anxious about the upcoming plan. Whenever these two have to interact with a demon of any kind beyond an exorcism, it always turns out to be a bad deal. Even though Sam trusted Quinn's judgment to some degree, there were things that he started to have feelings of uneasiness that he couldn't quite shake.

With a glance at the clock Sam realized that Dean had been in the shower longer than normal and he didn't even want to begin to imagine what was going on; although it did make him wish that he would've taken his shower first. Shortly after Sam's potentially disturbing thoughts about his brother's shower routine, Dean walked out of the bathroom soaking wet with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sam sneered, "Please tell me that you didn't do what I think you might have done in the shower."

"Alright, I won't tell you." Dean said, pulling a clean t-shirt over his head.

"Gross Dean."

"What can I say?" Dean asked and took a pair of underwear out of a drawer. "You said I can't do anything with her and right now, that's the next best thing."

Sam was disgusted, "Didn't need to hear that."

"Besides, I don't want to be running around unprepared with some killer succubus on the loose." Dean said from the bathroom as he slipped on his underwear. "We don't want another Amazon fiasco or worse."

"Yeah, we don't need you dying again."

"Have to agree with you there." Dean said and got into bed. "I'm going to turn in for the evening."

"Well, I am going to shower now."

Dean switched off the light on the nightstand, "Eh, you won't wake me."

With a roll of his eyes, Sam went into the bathroom and tried his hardest to not think about what Dean may or may not have done to defile the space. Thankfully it was something easily put to the back of his mind, there were too many other big things going on. Stepping out into the air after a nice hot shower abruptly brought down Sam's energy level and he was asleep once his head hit the pillow.

Sleep didn't come to Quinn as easily that night. While she was in bed, starring at the ceiling, her mind was racing with thoughts. How things were allowed to get their far without any sort of recognition by the succubus-incubus community. Eventually she was going to have to betray her best friend, even though she was breaking laws in both her world and the real world. Secretly she was in cahoots with two well-known hunters and perhaps, worst of all, she might be developing feelings for one of them. That shouldn't happen and even if it did, Quinn could never act upon those feelings or she would lose all contacts she has and maybe more. Losing contacts would be the first domino to fall, then her career would collapse, all of the work she had done would be tarnished, all of this worried her. Finally as she thought about her job, she thought about the job that she was currently working with Sam and Dean and the vicious thought cycle started all over again.

By the time her alarm went off at ten, Quinn must have had a good hour, hour and a half, of sleep under her belt. One of her last thoughts before finally drifting off to sleep was about Blair escaping from either herself or the Winchesters. Sadly, there was a chance that this could happen. Quinn trusts Sam and Dean, but if this isn't done right, Blair will slip away from their grasp and run away and who knows what may happen beyond that point. Something good does come out of this though, Blair is probably weak and they would still get the chance to hunt her until the next time she feeds. The trouble with that is Blair would probably try to make a quick turn around and they might not be able to catch up.

Instead of eating breakfast Quinn drove out to an abandoned factory where she and Blair would hang out when they were younger. This was also Blair's location of choice to take victims, now she just takes them to a hotel and kills them. If Blair took them here police would have made a quicker connection and set up a stake out after the second or third body was found. Quinn had been so busy with work that she hadn't been to the factory in years, it looked even worse than it did when they were young, but Blair will still come if Quinn requested.

Walking around the building Quinn considered how this would go down. Both she and Blair would use their normal entrance, but the Winchesters couldn't, there would be no place for them to hide as the women entered the building. Upon closer inspection she found another door at the back of the building that was busted open, probably by squatters or drunken teenagers. Using a can of red spray paint she brought with her, Quinn painted a large X over the door for the Winchesters.

On the way back to her apartment Quinn stopped by her favorite burger joint for lunch. Chances are at the end of the night she would have to leave town and if she ever did return, it would be a while. The rest of the day was spent packing her more important items into a small duffle bag and backpack; clothes, pictures of her family, and a couple of her more important books. When the fire would eventually die down she would come back and pick up the rest of her stuff, since rent was automatically taken out of her bank account she didn't have to worry about anyone coming in and messing with things. As the time crept closer to six Quinn started to get ready, making sure that she looked good enough to go out, but also could kick some ass if she had to.

Even though it was dangerously close to when she had to meet Sam and Dean, Quinn took her time driving to their motel. With each street came another memory and every little thing seemed to mean something to Quinn and she took in all that she was going to leave behind. With all of these thoughts came the realization that Quinn was never going to be able to live in this city again and that fact brought a tear to her eye, it's been so good to her these past few years and it'll be hard to let go. Finally at the motel, she lightly knocked on the door to the Winchester's motel room and Sam answered it.

"Where's Dean?" Quinn asked as walked into the room after Sam.

"In the shower." Sam answered through clenched teeth, trying not to remember last night.

"Do you need to shower?"

"No, I'm not frustrated enough to have to take another shower."

"What?" Quinn asked, pulling something small out of her purse.

"Never mind." Sam answered, shaking the thought away and nodding towards whatever it was in Quinn's hand, "What do you have there?"

"Ear pieces." She answered, handing one of the small electronic objects to Sam. "We'll test them when Dean's done."

"Let me see if I can speed this along." Sam said and pounded on the bathroom door. "Dean, Quinn's here!"

"Be right out!" Dean yelled on the other side.

"Your brother's a good guy Sam, he cares about you." Quinn said. "It must be nice, having someone who cares like that."

"What, no siblings?" Sam asked.

"Nope, my mom could only have one baby." Quinn answered. "My parents always said that they lucked out when they had me, but it would've been nice being able to have a relationship with someone, like what you and Dean have."

"I don't think anyone has a relationship like the one Dean and I have." Sam said sarcastically. "Few men would sell their soul to save their little brother and ask Death himself to help that same brother get his soul back."

"There's a lot of backstory here that people don't know about, isn't there?"

Since Quinn and Sam were deep in conversation, neither of them had noticed that Dean not only finished his shower, but he was standing fully clothed in front of the TV.

"Oh yeah, a lot of backstory." Dean answered. "But we don't have time for that, we have a succubus to catch. Now, you're sure that she'll show up at this place tonight?"

"I am almost certain." Quinn lied and felt horrible about. A strange feeling given that she has been lying to people her entire life, it was something that was second nature to Quinn, so much so that she could say almost anything with a straight face and no tells.

"Are we going in one car or all together?" Sam asked.

"One car is fine."

"Alright, but I'm driving." Dean said as they all walked out to his car. Dean went to the driver's seat and Sam approached the front passenger seat. "Hey, the lady gets the shotgun."

Sam gave his brother a puzzling look, "But Dean, I always…"

"Driver makes the rules Sammy." Dean said as he sat in the driver seat without letting Sam finish his sentence.

Reluctantly Sam complied and folded himself into the backseat. Personally Quinn didn't care where she sat in the car, but she appreciated the forced gesture. As the Impala ripped through the town Quinn wondered if she would ever see them again after tonight, they would all have to leave after this case was closed and who knows if their paths might ever cross again. Considering such ideas put a knot in her stomach, but they also made some of the feelings she was having for Dean wane and in a few short minutes she found herself vowing to never meet up with these two in the future, as much as it hurt her to do so.

"You okay Quinn?" Dean asked, taking his eyes off the road for a minute.

"Just thinking that I will either have to watch my best friend die this evening or I'll have to do it myself." Quinn answered. "It's making me a little sick to my stomach."

"I know, I've been there, it's never something to approach without some thought."

Quinn started to choke up, "I didn't want to see it at first, I was making excuses for her."

"It's never easy knowing that the person you care about has done terrible things like that." Sam said, knowing this fact from personal experiences.

These strange words of encouragement did comfort Quinn in some way. This is one of those situations that most people don't understand and probably never will, but she is one of the lucky few; then again, so are Sam and Dean. Knowing that there are people who have not only gone through what she's going through puts Quinn at ease, but it's also another bonus knowing that they are with her and coaching her along the way. All of these new ideas began to compete with her promise of never seeing Sam or Dean after this and Quinn knew she would have to do some quick soul searching if she was going to come up with an answer by the end of the night.

"Where should we park?" Dean asked as he slowly approached The Rag Doll.

"Not too close, you two are going to walk in before me." Quinn answered. "Just in case Blair happens to see me, at least she won't see us together."

"Alright." Dean said and pulled into a spot at the end of the block.

"Let's test our ear pieces when we get outside." Quinn said as she began to open the door.

"Wait, I got it." Dean said as he ran around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Quinn.

"What is with you?" Sam asked as he got out of the car.

"Trying to be a gentleman." Dean answered matter-of-factly.

"Gentleman, you?"

"Shut up."

To protect Quinn, Sam and Dean blocked her from view as they made sure that they were able to contact one another with these ear pieces. Giving them a little room Quinn hung back by the car pretending to text someone as Sam and Dean walked into the bar. Once the brothers were inside she made her way towards the bar as well. Instead of going inside when she reached the entrance, she waited for Blair outside, hoping to give the brothers some sort of heads up.

Without warning, Dean's voice cracked over the ear piece, "You know Quinn, maybe when we're done with this you and I could go out on a date."

"Sorry, but I can't." She said.

"Come on, one night out." Dean pleaded. "Believe it or not, I'm actually pretty fun."

"Really guys? You know I can hear all this, right?" Sam chimed in.

"Just give me a minute Sam." Dean said. "Now, what'd you say Quinn."

"I'm sure it'd be great." Quinn said, keeping a sharp eye out for Blair. "But I'm not allowed to date men."

Dean smirked, "Oh…wow."

Quinn realized what that implied, "Correction, now allowed to date anyone."

"Who says, your parents?"

"Well, yeah."

"I know you are at least old enough to drink and you still listen to your parents?"

"I kind of have to."

"So, they let you go out and track monsters, but you're not allowed to date?"

"It's a complicated situation." Quinn was more preoccupied with her lookout post and wasn't really paying much attention to Dean. "I can't really get attached to people."

"Perfect, neither can I."

"Dean, it's not what you think." Quinn watched as Blair got out of a cab that stopped a few feet away from the bar. "The bee is nearing the hive. I repeat, the bee is nearing the hive."

"Hey Quinn." Blair said as she pulled Quinn in for a hug, then noticed what Quinn was wearing. Compared to the usual little black dress that Blair was wearing, Quinn looked underdressed in her loose-fitting tank top and skinny jeans. "This is an interesting look."

"I had a late night assignment, no time to get ready." Quinn said.

"But you're wearing make-up."

"Had time to fix my face in the car."

"What do you think she doesn't like about me?" Dean asked Sam, forgetting that Quinn could hear every word.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Want to go inside?" Quinn asked Blair, trying her hardest to tune out the other conversation.

"I'm funny, good looking…" Dean said.

"Sure." Blair said to Quinn and the pair walked into the bar.

"Kind of a dick." Sam added.

"Kind of a dick." Dean added without thinking.

"Believe it or not Dean, not every woman wants to sleep with you." Sam said, causing Dean to scoff at the very thought.

"Sam take note of the woman I just walked in with." Quinn told him quietly while Blair wasn't paying attention. Instead of listening to Quinn, Blair was scoping out the room for a tall attractive man.

Leaving his conversation with Dean behind, Sam looked around the bar and saw Quinn with another brunette at the front of the room. "That's her, the hair is different, but that's her face."

"Great, just sit there and be sexy." Quinn told him.

"What?" Blair asked, finally turning her attention back to Quinn.

"I said that dress is sexy."

"Quinn, I know you've been stuck in a rut and asked me out this evening, but my door doesn't swing that way." Blair patted Quinn's shoulder. "But if this is your way of coming out, then good for you."

"No, I just mean, that dress looks really good on you." Quinn said, attempting to cover her tracks, but she ultimately decided to try and just skate over that topic. "See anyone you like?"

"That big hunky guy at the bar, usually I don't go for long hair, but I can work with it." Blair answered and slinked over towards Sam.

Now that Quinn had the time she was going to set things straight with Dean, "Okay Dean, I'll give you a hint."

"About what?" He asked. "The reason you won't go out me?"

"Yeah, it's not always about you." Quinn answered, just a little bit frustrated.

Watching Blair walk towards the bar felt like an eternity for Sam. It had been a long time since he prayed and he really didn't know who was listening, but in that moment he prayed that he would survive this encounter.

"Hey there handsome." Blair said, taking the bar stool next to the younger Winchester. "I saw you here last night, are you new around town?"

"Yeah, just came in for business." Sam answered, keeping his cool the best he could.

"Funny, you don't look like a businessman." She said and put her hand on his leg. "I'm Sheila by the way."

"Dylan." Sam lied.

"Well Dylan, why don't you and I just skip the formalities and head out of here?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Just give me a second, I'm going to go powder my nose." Blair said and left him. Unbeknownst to the brothers, she sent a text to Quinn telling her that she was going home with the sexy hunk.

"We are on the move." Sam said just before Blair was within earshot.

In preparation for the second part of the plan Dean and Quinn subtlety left the bar and found hiding places outside. Dean was in an alleyway next to the bar and Quinn put her coat on and leaned against the wall, trying to camouflage herself to some degree. Just as the two were in their places Sam led Blair out of the bar and near the alley where Dean was waiting, still praying that Blair wouldn't get the best of him. In an effort to increase his odds of winning this, Sam took her down the alley.

"What are we doing here?" She asked.

"Sorry, it's just my parents are visiting me this week and I can't bring you back to the little place where I'm staying." Sam answered and almost kissed her, but he was saved when Dean appeared brandishing an iron rod.

"You crazy bitch step away from my brother." Dean said, hitting her upper arm with the iron rod, leaving a pretty large gash and burn.

"Dammit!" Blair yelled and grasped the wound with her free hand.

"Now, you're going to come with us quietly or not at all."

"I'm going to take my chances." Blair said and with her last put of power, pushed the two a short distance with invisible force. In her attempt to escape the alleyway Blair bumped into Quinn. She leaned in close to her friend and whispered, "Meet me at the old factory, it's safe there."

Blair stopped a car with one lone strange gentleman and rode off into the night.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Dean asked as he and Sam got up off the ground.

"She wants to meet at the factory." Quinn answered.

"The factory?"

"It's an old building on the edge of town where we'd hang out when we were young."

"Wow, cliché."

"True, but it's also closed off and private and no one will know what's going on."

"And she'll be there?"

"She's weak and scared and she knows that hunters are after her." Quinn answered. "That factory is the only place she truly feels safe."

"You remember where this place is?"

"I went there this morning and made a couple preparations, just in case it came to this." Quinn answered and started off towards the Impala.

"Wait, did you have this all planned out?" Dean asked, chasing after her.

"I had a plan B set in place in case the bar backfired." She answered. "It might be better this way, now we can shoot her and know that the deed is done."

Although Dean would probably force Sam to give-up shotgun again, Quinn got into the backseat. Knowing that her best friend was the one doing this was emotionally draining. Initially she thought that she was mentally prepared for all of this, but as she gave Dean directions to the factory, she quickly found that she wasn't. Since they were young Quinn knew what her friend had to do to stay alive, but she never had to kill people. Granted it does make them more powerful and they cannot overdose on whatever it is that recharges their batteries, but they can easily get by and not have to stoop down to murdering people.

Under the cover of night the factory was terrifying, the crumbling building was surrounded by unkempt foliage and the wind whipped through the broken windows. Usually Quinn came to the building at night, but there was something different now, it was more menacing than it had ever been before. There weren't any other cars yet and Quinn didn't think that there would be. Either Blair killed that guy she got in the car with or she's having him drive her there, but it's probably the former.

"Stop, let me out here." Quinn requested as they got to the front of the building. "I know Blair's going to use this entrance, so you two go around back and find the door with the red X on it, that's your door."

"What should we do once we're inside?" Dean asked.

"Quietly get to the third floor and wait outside for my queue." Quinn answered as she got out of the car.

"And what will that be?"

"See you in hell." She answered and walked towards the building.

Doing as he was told, Dean drove around to the back of the building and found the door with the red X and parked close to it. Sam and Dean then went to the trunk and started pulling weapons from their arsenal. Inside the building Quinn quickly made her way up the stairs and watched as the car she saw Blair get into pull up to the front of the factory, but only one person got out.

On the third floor Quinn prepared to have a battle with Blair, because she knew that Blair wasn't going down without a fight. When the time comes that Blair learns about what Quinn did, she is not going to be happy. Blair threw the door open as she entered the third floor, her hands and body were covered with semi-dried blood.

"What did you do Blair?"

A sinister smile crossed Blair's face, "Got a snack."

"You are the one that's been killing all of those men."

"Look at that, you caught me." Blair said sarcastically and circled Quinn. "But what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to put a stop to all of this." Quinn answered, watching her best friend like a hawk.

"I'd love to see you try." Blair said and stopped, the door that Sam and Dean are going to enter through is behind her. "I know you don't carry a weapon with you at all times and I didn't see your car out front. This room is also free of all iron, I made sure of that. There is no way that you can hurt me here, why do you think I chose it?"

"I thought because this is where you feel safe."

"Exactly, nothing here can hurt me."

"I can hurt you."

"No you can't." Blair said. "You may know how to hurt or even kill me, but you wouldn't do that to your best friend."

"We're not friends anymore Blair, not after this."

"Let me guess, you are the one who has been tipping off the authorities."

"Good guess, not true, but a good guess."

"Well that has to stop, because if they keep coming after me I can't keep doing what I like and that just won't fly." Blair moved towards Quinn at above-average speeds and stopped when they were nose-to-nose. "Now, I am going to give you a warning, you can either stand down now and lose all of your contact with the cops or I'll kill you."

"There is no way I am letting you get away with any of this."

Blair shoved Quinn to the ground, "You picked the wrong time to mess with me."

"See you in hell Blair." Quinn sneered.

Sam and Dean rushed into the room, guns aimed right at the succubus.

"Bitch, how could you bring them here?" Blair yelled.

"You said you weren't going to kill people." Quinn answered as Dean helped her up, but kept his weapon fixed on Blair. "You don't have to kill men to get what you need."

"True, I don't have to, but when you do it once." That sinister smile appeared on Blair's face one more. "It's the best you've ever felt and there is no going back."

Quinn was enraged, but did her best to control it, "People don't need to die for you."

"Silly naïve little Quinn, if only you knew." Blair answered and put her hand to Quinn's throat.

"Let her go!" Dean yelled.

Not accustom to such a hostile environment Blair turned her attention to Dean as he yelled and Quinn used this as an opportunity to push Blair away, causing both of them to fall to the ground. With Quinn falling a little bit faster than Blair, Dean shot one round, the bullet ripped through the room and right over Quinn's head, piercing Blair in the chest inches away from her heart. A gut-wrenching scream arose from the succubus as she was hit. Blair fell into Quinn's arms and started gasping for breath, but then began to laugh.

"What the hell is so funny?" Dean asked.

"They're going to be after you know Quinn, allowing these hunters to kill me." Blair said, barely hanging onto the last few threads of her life. "Funny, I never took you for a traitor."

"I am not a traitor."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Quinn was pissed and knew that she had to finish this, so she thrust her hand towards the Winchesters, "Give me a gun."

"What?" Both brothers asked at the same time.

"Someone just give me a damn gun!" Quinn requested once more, stretching her arm out as far as she could.

Since Dean was the closest to Quinn he handed over his weapon. In one swift motion Quinn shoved Blair to the ground and stood over her. This didn't seem phase Blair, she just laid there and switched between laughing and coughing. With a heavy sigh Quinn aimed the weapon and shot Blair in the forehead.

Shaking, she handed the gun back to Dean and started to walk away, "Grab her, we need to dispose of the body."

Instead of saying something Sam and Dean just nodded. Not moving from his spot Dean thought for a moment about whether he should find this scary or kind of hot, ultimately he settled on the fact that if falls into a strange grey area.

Quinn poked her head back in the room and saw that no process was made, "Come on, we don't have all night."

Silently Sam and Dean grabbed Blair's dead body and moved it outside. Towards the back of the lot, barely breaking the greenbelt, Quinn was standing by a previously dug grave.

"Salt and burn, right?" Dean asked as they brought Blair over.

"Yup." Quinn answered. "I'm assuming you have everything in the car."

"Of course we do." Dean answered and left to get everything without being asked.

While Dean was retrieving the necessary items, Sam and Quinn moved Blair's body into the grave. Each of them grabbed either the gasoline, holy water, and salt, then covered the body and Quinn did the honor of lighting it on fire. No one spoke as they watched the fire burn. This is how it happened, no beautiful songs, no kind words, just fire and ash. With tears in her eyes Quinn walked away from the scene. After looking to his brother, who nodded towards Quinn, Dean went after her.

"Where are you going?" He asked, gently grabbing her arm so she'd stop running.

"I can't stay here." Quinn answered, obviously terrified of something.

"You're scared." Dean said. "Is it what Blair was talking about?"

"Yes."

"Why would something be after you?"

"I can't…I just need to not be in one spot for a while." She answered and started to cry, then wrapped her arms around Dean. Instead of reacting negatively, he pulled her closer. "I'm scared Dean, really scared."

"Listen, it's going to be okay, why don't you come with Sam and I?" Dean asked. "We move from place to place and I'm sure that whatever you're up against is a lot less terrifying than some of the crap we've seen."

She moved her head away from Dean's chest and looked up at him, "I can't put you in that position."

"I think we can manage." He wiped a tear from her face, then moved in closer, but stopped when he saw his brother's large shadow moving towards them.

"It's done, it was burning out, so I put the rest out before tossing some dirt over the top." Sam told them and paused when he saw his brother embracing Quinn. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No." Quinn answered as they separated and she wiped her eyes with her jacket sleeve.

"Come on, we have to get going." Dean said and they all went back to the Impala.

Before skipping town they stopped by the motel where Sam and Dean were staying, so Quinn could move her car and get the bags that she had already packed. She drove off towards her apartment complex and Dean followed so that they could pick her up when she was done.

"What the hell Dean?" Sam asked, since they finally had a chance to talk.

"What?" Dean asked. "There's something after her, she needs to move around, we move around, it's perfect."

"Exactly Dean, there's something after her, which means that something will be after us. Something that we don't really need right now." Sam replied. "I know you have weird feelings for this girl, but things just aren't adding up."

"Sam, we always said that we would protect people. Well, this girl needs protection."

"This is the Lisa and Ben argument all over again."

"I told you not to mention them ever again."

"I'm just trying to get a point across here Dean." Sam said as his brother pulled into the parking lot after Quinn.

"Yeah and I'm just trying to keep her safe." Dean answered and watched as Quinn got out of her car and walked towards his. "She helped us Sam, the least we could do is help her now."

Even though he didn't like it, Sam knew that Dean was right. Quinn did just help them catch a creature that had eluded them for a week in a matter of days. Now she needed help and of all the things that the brothers were taught growing up, loyalty and repaying a debt were the most important. Driving away from the apartment complex, everyone in the car knew that things were going to change, Quinn wasn't going to leave them any time soon and Dean wouldn't let her leave until he was sure that she was safe for good.

Down the road Dean glanced in the review mirror, Quinn was quietly crying and tearing apart pictures of Blair. With all of the once treasured photos torn into miniscule pieces, Quinn opened the window and let them all go outside. Piece after piece floated along down the highway behind the car as it sped off into the darkness.