WARNING: Spoilers from Supernatural might accure.

Episode 1 - The Pilot

A young woman stepped out of the airport doors as a cap pulled up by the curve right in front of her. The woman had long red hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her green eyes shimmered in the sun light. She had an athletic figure and it was clearly that she kept herself fit. She pulled a trolley with suitcases after her.

"I'll take those," the cap driver said and opened the trunk; starting to put the woman's suitcases into the trunk, when he tried to take a bag she had over her right shoulder she shoved his hand away.

"No touchy," it came quickly from her and opened the backdoor and got into the cap.

"So where to?" the cap driver asked when he had finished loading the suitcases and was back behind the wheels.

"555 Orchard Road."

The woman looked out of the window as they drove. She hadn't sat foot in Silver Springs since her father died 11 years ago, but now she was back in Maryland and she was going back to her childhood home. As they got closer she could feel butterflies fly around in her stomach. She didn't have high hopes for the house; afterall it had been empty for 11 years. So when she saw the house as they drove up the driveway, she was pleasently surprised. The house was covered in ivy; although the driveway could need a hand everything else looked pretty good. The woman stepped out of the cap as it stopped in front of the door and after the cap driver had unloaded her suitcases she paid the man and went to the door. She had barely stepped inside when her cell phone rang.

"Katie Samms."

"Katie. It's Jen, I need your help," a female voice said in the other end.

"Hey Jen, what's up?"

"We've got a spirit situation at the club and I was told that you're back in the country, so can you help us?" Jen said. Katie pulled her suitcases inside while listening to her friend talk.

"Sure, what's the situation?"

Jen told about a spirit that had appeared at the club last week and two murders had taken place shortly after. Katie said that she would be there as soon as possible; she had to go get her baby before she could come. Katie was refering to her beloved motorcycle. It was an '85 Harley Davidson, her dad had bought and fixed up shortly before he died. Before she left for Europe had she parked it at an old friend of her fathers, so she grapped her bag and headed out.

Katie stood on the propperty filled with old cars, she was sure Bobby had gotten more since she left. She walked up to the door and knocked and shortly after it was opened by a bearded man.

"Hi Bobby, how's it going?" Katie said with a smile. The man looked at Katie for a while, like he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Katie Samms, I didn't know you were back. Come on in," Bobby said and opened the door, so she could walk in.

"Just got back."

Katie looked around, the house hadn't changed. There were still books everywhere and the house could use a female touch.

"Want a beer?" Bobby asked and walked towards the kitchen. Katie smiled, he hadn't changed.

"Yes please and don't forget the holy water."

Bobby turned around and smiled. Shortly after he was back with two beers and handed over one of them to Katie. She took a big gulp and looked around once again.

"The place hasn't changed much since I left," Katie said and looked at Bobby. He on the other hand looked older than she remembered.

"Yeah well some things never change," it came from Bobby and drank some of his beer. Katie nodded and a silence spread through the room.

"So…," Katie started, just to break the silence, "is it true? That Lucifer has risen?"

Bobby nodded, but didn't say anything at first.

"Rumours run fast."

"Yeah, well Rufus called me last week. When I heard I thought it was best to return home."

"We can need all the help we can get, it's big. I've never seen anything like this before," Bobby said and took a seat and pointed towards another chair, gesturing that Katie should take a seat, but Katie didn't move.

"I would love to stay and chat, but I have to go, got a job in New York. A friend of mine called about some spirit activity at a stripclub, where she's working. I promissed to come and check it out, so I need my bike."

"It's in the garage, I'll show you."

After Katie had said goodbye to Bobby, she took off for New York. And by nightfall she had rented a room in a not so nice hotel, not far from the club where her friend worked. She called her friend and around nine pm, Jen came by to take her to the stripclub. Jen was a waitress and Katie should pretend to be a girl who wanted a job in the club, that way she could have access to the place. The owner was very pleased with Katie and said she could start the next evening as a waitress, but when she was presented with her outfit she started to have second thoughts. She had to wear red hotpants and a bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination. But she had to do it if she wanted to get behind the stage and the VIP rooms, where the murders had taken place.

On Katie's second day at the stripclub, she had been able to questioning the strippers, some of the doormen and some of the customers and found all the information on the club she could find. The third evening she walked down to the stripclub, but as she walked by the parking lot next to the club her eyes fell on a car she had seen before, back then it was a good friend of her dad's who drove it, but she knew he was dead now. She took the back entrance like all the other employees did. After she had put on her outfit she went into the club. It was packed even though it was only eight in the evening.

"Busy night," Katie said to the bartender, who was busy making drinks.

"It's Friday, just wait an hour and it'll get even worse, then the VIP people will arrive."

Katie took a notebook and a pencil and walked towards some waving hands.

"Waitress!" a voice sounded next to her and she turned around. She almost dropped her notebook, when she saw who it was. The man was not at all bad looking; he was in the late 20's, early 30's. Next to him sat another guy and looked like he didn't know if he wanted to be in the club or not. He glanced at some of the pretty girls, but then focused on Katie.

"Two beers," the first guy said and checked her out. She hadn't gotten used to the men gogging at her.

"Coming right up," she said shortly and hurried back to the bar. She could feel the guy's eyes following her as she walked away.

"Two beers, Tom."

Katie glanced back and saw the guys talk; it was obviously that the other guy wanted to leave.

"Katie! Wake up," the bartender said as he placed the two beers in front of her. She turned and looked at the bartender, and then she took the two beers and walked back to the two guys. She placed the two beer glasses in front of them, and then she looked over towards the bar to see if the bartender looked at her, but he was busy with handing over beers and other drinks. So she quickly sat down on the other side of the table and looked at the two stunned guys as she sat down.

"What are you doing here, this is my job. I bet it was your idea to take it right Dean?" Katie said and looked sternly at the guy who had checked her out. Dean's mouth dropped a little and Katie almost smiled on the surprised look on Dean's face.

"What? You're a hunter," he said in disbelieve. Katie smiled, he couldn't remember her, but she wasn't at all surprised, then she turned her head and looked at the guy next to Dean.

"Wait a second," the guy said and smiled all of a sudden. Katie smiled.

"Hi Sam, it's been a while."

Sam laughed.

"It has, what is it, 15 years?" Sam said. Dean still had his mouth open and looked from Katie to Sam and back again.

"Do you know her?" Dean asked. Sam turned and smiled.

"Of course and so do you."

Dean looked puzzled and looked at Katie again.

"I do?"

Katie and Sam laughed.

"Let me refresh your memory, Dean," Katie started, "back in 1994, your dad helped out a hunter by the name of Ed Samms in Silver Springs, Maryland. You, Sam and John stayed at his place, while your dad worked with Ed. Ed had a daughter, long bushy red hair, overweight, crooked teeth and glasses. Ringing any bells?"

Dean was quiet for a while; she could see he was thinking like crazy.

"Oh yeah, Katie. She was horrible always following me around," Dean started, before Sam cut in.

"That's Katie," Sam said and pointed at Katie. Dean's mouth dropped again as he took a good look at Katie.

"No way! Katie? Who would have thought," Dean said in disbelieve. Katie looked up and she saw Tom on his way towards the table.

"Look guys, I have to go, where are you staying and I'll stop by when my shift is over?"

Sam told her where they were staying and she said goodbye before she left.

Katie's shift was over around midnight and after that she went to Dean and Sam's motel. She knocked on the door and shortly after Dean opened it.

"Come on in," Dean said and opened the door. He had a shutgun in his right hand, but lowered it when he saw who it was. Katie walked in; Sam was sitting with his laptop, but looked up as Katie walked in.

"Look guys, you don't have to stay, I've got it all under control here."

Katie found a chair and took a seat, while she took a closer look at the room. It was in neon colors and the two beds were oval shaped. She could see a neon sign outside the window and the light twinkling like crazy.

"What there's actually something here?" Sam asked. He had been focusing on his screen again, but looked up when Katie stopped talking.

"Of course. Let me guess, no one at the club wanted to talk to you, the whole police sign thing didn't work as you thought?" Katie asked with a smile. Dean looked dumbstruck at Katie.

"That was your doing?"

"Right you are Dean, my friend Jen made sure that no one spoke to anyone except from me, I had a feeling that someone would come and screw it all up. I know this world and how it works. They don't talk to strangers, not even if they are cops or persinating to be them," Katie said and leaned back, she loved to see Dean's expression a mix of disbelieve and being impressed.

"What do you mean by you know this world," Sam asked.

"How do you think I paid my way through college?" Katie asked. Dean almost dropped the beer bottle he was finding in the little minifridge under the window.

"You were a stripper? Jeez, what happened to that little girl that always followed me, whereever I went?"

"She grew up, Dean. She had to face the realities and pay the prize of a dad who didn't have a job that paid, so she could go to college and follow her dreams. You think I wanted this life, on the road all the time, hunting things that normal people thinks as scary stories and hocus pocus, no I don't. I wanted to become a teacher like my mom, get married and have 2,3 children, a white picket fence, a volvo and perhaps a cat, but no I had to keep on going with this dirty job."

Katie took the beer that Dean handed over to her and took a big gulp from the bottle. The three were quiet for some time, before Sam tried to get the conversation changed to more work related matters.

"So what did you find out in the club?"

Katie looked at Sam for a while before she answered. She had only good memories of Sam, they had instantely become good friends when they stayed at her dad's place, but Dean on the other hand didn't like the idea of having a girl running around.

"Denise Richardson."

"The actress?" Dean asked hopefully. Katie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"No, another Denise Richardson. She died back in 2005, she was a stripper at the club, but she was murdered one evening in one of the VIP rooms, it was a big scandal back then, her dad was a high profiled politician at the time. There had been a lot of talk about the mafia, but the killer was never found."

"Where is she burried?" Dean asked and was practically on his way towards the door.

"Not so fast, tiger, there's more," Katie continued.

"Of course there is," Dean said and stopped and turned around with a sigh.

"Denise had a younger sister; she had a locket with some of Denise's hair in it. A couple of weeks ago she started working at the club, just like her sister did and that's when the two murders happened. Now I've looked into the history of the two men who were murdered and they both had relations to the Italian mafia, so it wouldn't surprise me if they had anything to do with the murder on Denise. There hasn't been anymore ghost activity since, until last night. A man was a little too clingy towards Denise's sister, so Denise scared the hell out of the man."

"Great off to get the locket with hair," Dean said and turned around again and was almost out of the door when Sam interupted.

"Dean, wait."

Dean looked up in the ceeling as if he was praying to God for patience before he turned around again.

"Now what?"

"It'll take me all night to dig up her grave, but you two can do it in no time. While you do that, I'll visit Diane and burn the hair," Katie said. Sam and Katie both looked at Dean, who was obviously annoyed over the sudden two against one routine Sam and Katie pulled on him.

"Fine, we'll meet back here then," Dean said and was out of the door before either Sam or Katie could get up.

Katie went over to Diane's place, but no one answered when Katie knocked on the door. She found her lock kit and unlocked the door with ease. The appartment was dark, so Katie pulled a flashlight out of her bag and turned it on. There wasn't any sign of Diane, but when Katie got to the bedroom a horrible sight met her. Diane was on the bed, in the beginning Katie thought Diane was sleeping, but there was something that wasn't right. It looked like someone had broken Diane's arms and legs and Katie could see blood on Diane's chest. This wasn't right and Katie had a bad feeling. She started to go through the bedroom, one inch at the time and when she looked under the bed she could see a small bag tugged away. She pulled it out and opened it, it was a hex bag, but it was very powerful magic that she had only seen once before. Katie was about to leave the room when her eyes caught Diane's locket, she opened it and her suspicion was right, there was no hair in it. This wasn't ghost related, it was much worse. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Dean's number.

"Yeah?"

Katie could hear Dean was out of breath, they must be digging.

"Dean, get back to the motel ASAP, we've got a problem."

"We're almost done; we'll be there in 15 minutes. What is it, didn't you find the locket?" Dean asked and sounded concerned for a second.

"Oh I found the locket, but hurry," Katie said, just as she left the appartment.

Back at the motel had Katie locked herself in by using her lock kit. She went straight for Sam's laptop, she had to do some research, and she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this sooner, the clues had been right there in front of her. Ten minutes later, Sam and Dean stormed in and looked causious around the room and then at Katie.

"How did you get in?" Dean asked. Katie looked at Dean as to say how would you normally get in if you didn't have a key?

"So, what's the problem, did you burn the hair?" Sam asked and went over to the table where Katie sat with his laptop.

"No I didn't burn the hair, cos it wasn't there. It was a trick and I can't believe I didn't see it right away," Katie said angry and slammed the top of the laptop down.

"Wow, take it easy."

Sam grapped his laptop and moved it out of Katie's reach.

"So what was it then?" Dean asked and sat down on one of the beds.

"Witchcraft, but not just any kind of witchcraft and I know who is behind it, can't believe I didn't put the pieces together."

"I hate witches," it came shortly from Dean. Katie looked quickly at Dean, but turned her eyes away and focused on a spot behind Dean.

"There are good witches you know."

Katie looked at Dean again as to see how he would react.

"Well I haven't met anyone yet."

"Katie? What do you mean about the whole ghost thing being a trick" Sam asked. He had put his laptop in his bag.

"It's a long story and we don't really have time for it, we have to get to him before….," but she didn't get the chance to say more as her cell phone rang. She took it and started to speak in a foreign language.

"Mulţumesc, Salut," Katie said before she hung up. Dean and Sam looked at each other and then at Katie.

"What was that?" Dean asked.

"Romanian and the call I was waiting for. Let's go."

"Where to?" Sam asked rather confused.

"Back to the club," Katie said and walked out the door.

"Yay, naked girls," Dean said and hurried after her. Katie walked over to her motorcycle which was parked next to Dean's Impala.

"No Dean, the club is closed now and you need to focus. How can you work with him?" Katie asked Sam. Sam smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

Katie stopped the two guys outside the club before they went in.

"Look, this guy can magic that you've never seen before. Don't do anything to provoke him and for the love of God, DON'T shoot. Just let me handle it and we might be able to walk out of this alive and secondly, whatever he says about me, try and pretend like you've heard it before."

Katie was about to open the door when Sam took her arm and stopped her.

"What do you mean by that, if there's something we should know before we go in there this would be the right time."

Katie looked up at Sam.

"We don't have time for this," Katie started, but the grip around her arm tightened, Sam wouldn't let go until she had told them what she had tried to hide the whole evening.

"Fine, then let me go," Sam removed his hand from her arm and took a step back, "I don't know if your dad ever told about my parents especially my mother. My grandmother came to America in the 1920's from Romania, she was of gypsian herritage and her family practised powerful dark magic. It's magic that you've never seen before, but my grandmother wasn't anything like the rest of her family, so she left Romania to get away from her family. She believed in good magic and taught my mum what she knew. When I was 18 I found some letter from my grandmother to my mother, where she told about a relative in Romania who had taught her all the white magic she knew. When I graduated from college I went to Europe and tried to find this relative, I had no hopes afterall she would be very old. About three years ago I found a daughter to the woman I was looking for, the daughter taught me all these amazing things that I've never seen before, but as there is light there is darkness. Without each other they can never live. We all have our dark sides, but ultimately it's up to ourselves if we want to live after what our dark side tells us or if we want to live after the light's words," Katie stopped and looked at the two boys. Sam and Dean looked at each other like they had some sort of non-verbal conversation going on. Katie could feel that something wasn't right between the two, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Okay, so what exactly is it you need us for, if you're a witch, can't you just say some hocus pocus and blow him up or something?" Dean asked. Katie smiled and shook her head.

"It doesn't work like that, Dean. I can't use my magic to kill people. I have to bind his magic and for that I need your energy."

"What! I'm not giving you anything," Dean said and looked terrified by what ever he thought she would do. Katie laughed.

"Don't worry it won't hurt, it'll tickle a little, but that's about it. If what I've heard about you two, then you're right for this."

Sam looked shocked at Katie.

"Sam, don't worry, you've got more than demon blood running through your veins, just remember this. Don't give in to the darkness, it can be very convincing."

Katie noticed Sam's stunned face as he looked at her; she gave him a little smile. Dean looked worried at Sam.

"Dean, you need to believe more in the good. Not all is bad, you need to have hope, miracles do happen. Now let's go in," Katie turned around and opened the door.

The club was empty, the chairs had been placed on top of the chairs, and she could see the bartender stand behind the counter drying off some glasses.

"Hello Tom," Katie said. Tom looked up as the three came up to the bar.

"Katie, what are you doing here? Forgot something?" Tom asked. Katie smiled.

"You could say that. Have you talked to Diane or seen her in the last couple of hours? I need to talk to her."

Tom looked at Katie for a while, but then his eyes fell on Dean and Sam.

"Who are they?" he asked. Katie turned her head and looked at the two guys.

"Oh they are my cousins, they are visiting, so I wanted to show them the club," Katie said.

"I didn't know you had family as for Diane I haven't seen her since she left earlier tonight."

Katie nodded and turned around, she looked around the room while mumbling some words that no one could hear but her, and then she turned around towards the bar again. She went over to where she could get behind the bar. Tom looked nervous at her. Katie walked up to him and started to reach down his back pocket, she found what she was looking for and took it up. In her hand she had a small doll in straw, the arms and legs were placed in weird angles.

"Well, well what do we have here? Didn't know you played with dolls," Katie said. Tom looked down on the doll and then back at Katie.

"Who are you?" he asked. Katie sighed.

"Like you don't know, Tom or should I say Tomás Lekic."

Tom looked nervously at Katie, he was petrified and Katie started to feel uncertain. Was he telling the truth, didn't he know what he was doing.

"You killed Diane with this." Katie held up the doll in front of Tom's face, he took a step back and walked into the wall, he shook his head.

"But, but he told nothing bad would happen," Tom said in a barely hearable voice. Katie looked at Dean and Sam who were two big questionmarks.

"Someone told you to do it?" she asked. Tom nodded.

"Yeah, some guy approached me a couple of weeks ago telling me to rise a ghost. Apparently I have these powers and I could do great things with them, but when the ghost killed those two guys I wanted to stop, but then the guy returned and said I had to keep on going."

"But why, he must have had a reason?" Sam asked. Tom looked at him and shrugged his shoulders.

"He talked about luring someone out of the shadows, but he didn't tell me who."

Katie felt like someone gave her a punch in her stomach, she had a very bad feeling; she should have stayed in Romania, why did she have to go back?

"I wish I didn't have these powers, I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Katie nodded and out from behind the bar and over to Sam and Dean.

"I can help you with that, I can bind them for you, you won't be able to do magic again." Tom looked up with a hopefull look on his face.

"Please, I don't want them."

Katie nodded and took Sam and Dean's hands in hers.

"Okay just relax guys and focus on the hand you're holding."

Katie started to chant in yet again another language. A tinkling feeling ran up through her hands and she could feel the energy from the two guys run through her. She let go of their hands and raised her own towards Tom, who had a terrified look on his face. A great bright light flew at him and hit him in the chest. The light started to surround him and he glowed for a second before the light went away. Katie felt empty and drained.

"Everyone alright?" she asked and looked around on the three guys. Dean had bend over, but looked up with a horrified look on his face.

"Don't ever ask that from me again, I feel like I'm going to puke," Dean said, Sam didn't look that great either. Katie smiled.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you about the possible siteeffects."

"Possible siteeffects!"

Dean was working up for a rage burst, but then suddenly got a peaceful expression.

"What was that?" he asked and looked at Katie, who smiled at him.

"The glory of bliss," Katie said. Sam looked like he had seen paradise.

"This feels good," he said and looked at his hands as if to see he had changed.

"It does, it kicks in shortly after these kinds of things."

When the three returned to the motel didn't Katie get off her bike.

"Look guys, it was good to see you again, but I better get off. If there's anything I can do, just call me and I'll do anything to help."

Sam and Dean nodded. Dean said goodbye and went inside, while Sam stayed behind with Katie.

"Sam. Be careful, I've got a bad feeling about the whole Lucifer situation." Katie looked intensely at Sam, who looked stunned over her words.

"What do you mean, do you know something?"

"No, I don't, but I get emotions, feelings and so far they haven't failed and something tells me that you're in the middle of it all. Not that I don't say we all are, but there's something about you that makes my bell go haywire. Just promise you'll be careful and don't listen to the sweet talk a certain person might be telling you."

Sam looked at the motel door, where Dean had just dissapeared through.

"Not Dean."

Sam looked back at Katie. She started her motorcycle again and put on her helmet and then she took off.