Clifton and I were allowed to go home. We live in South Carolina, in the middle of nowhere isolated by woods. It's a custom house Murdock and I had built so everyone gets their own room plus guest rooms still.

I walk in with my son to see Murdock in the living room right there before me. His grey eyes pop when he sees us. "Hey!" he says, half nervous and half excited. He stands up and looms over me by three or four inches. I remember when he used to have long, moppy black hair. Now it's short, only growing out a little. He looks more of a normal human teenaged boy rather than a wizard in confinement, which is how his life used to be.

"Hey Love," I replied, watching him adjust his thick glasses.

"Hi Ducky," Clifton greeted. Neither he or my twin sisters can say Murdock, so his nickname is Ducky...NCIS reference, anyone?

"Do you think you can give him a bath?" I requested.

"Of course," Murdock answered happily, taking my son. He used to be so afraid of holding him, especially when he was smaller. "What happened? I tried calling you."

"I left my phone here," I remembered. "And my brothers are back. I'll tell you later." My shoes are off and I trudge into the kitchen. I take out a Star Wars sippy for my son, filling it up with apple juice. Yes he's off bottles and thank Granddad it was an easy transition. Most toddlers don't want to let go of their bottle. I remember Serafina had a fit and refused to use a sippy, so I made her watch me throw away all her old bottles.

"No more bottles," I remarked. "All that's left are your sippies." and I remember she dehydrated herself for a couple of days before giving up and drinking out of the sippy.

"Son, you can have your juice after your bath," I said to him as he was being taken to the downstairs bathroom. I remember the first time Murdock ever bathed him. He was so paranoid, as usual.

"WHAT IF HE DROWNS IN THE BATHTUB?" he nearly screamed at the time.

"He's not going to drown," I told him. "He knows how to sit up. You just have to keep an eye on him."

After that, giving him a bath is one of Murdock's favorite things to do now.


A few hours later, Megan calls, asking if I would like to help her gank a couple of demons who have Kevin's mother's house surrounded. I say why not, I can slip out for a few minutes. I zap myself to Neighbor, Michigan, where Megan shows me the demons stalking the house. One is a gardener. One is a mailman.

"I want the gardener," I smirked. I zapped to the side of the house, turning off the hose, then I ducked backward against the fence, waiting for the gardener to approach the hose valve. Before he can twist it on, I jump up and smack my palm on his forehead and ganked him back to Hell.

Good thing he left the gate open, because the mail man came through. I just stod there and gave him a wave. Megan came up from behind him, going through the gate and ganking the mail man. Now I see Kevin get out of the Impala as Megan shuts the gate. We find the back door and I Terminator it open.

I hear Sam reciting a chant; I believe it's Latin. As soon as we enter the kitchen, Dean stabs a demon, in the body of a woman. "EUNIS!" Kevin's mom screams as the woman drops dead.

"That's not Eunis," Dean told her with a straight face.

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We try to explain to Mrs. Tran about demons, how Eunis had to die so she wouldn't tell Crowley where they are, and the importace of the demon tablet. Now she is determined to come with us, even though Dean wants to stash her in a safe house.

"I can't tell her what to do," Kevin remarked. "She's my mom."

Dean and I share a chuckle. "Fine, but there's conditions on coming with us. You'll need hex bags to be hidden from demons," Dean said. "And you're gonna need to get inked up."

"What?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," Sam shows them his anti-possession tattoo.

"Fine," Mrs. Tran smirked.

"Really?" Dean smirked back.

"What?" she replied. "It's not like it's my first tattoo."

Kevin's face was absolutely hilarious.


I may have forgotten that I was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes, and my phone is still at home. I went with these guys to get Kevin and his mother inked, and then I flew them all to Laramie, Wyoming to find where Kevin had hid the demon tablet...only to see that it was gone, and a diaper bag had replaced it.

The sight of it made me remember my son, so I zapped home. "Muh!" Clifton exclaimed, laughing and sputtering gibberish.

"Sorry Murdock," I apologized. "There's a lot going on."

"It's okay," he replied. "So what is going on? All you said was that your brothers were back."

"Damon's here?" Juliet squealed excitedly. Juliet Carlisle is a Nephilim. She's seven years old, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, big, dark blue eyes, and pink glasses. She used to be locked up in a psychiatric hospital, but a couple years ago Jackson and I busted her out.

Why did we keep her and not return her to her family? That's a long story. Why is she still with us after two years? That's a story I don't know, but she is family, and she is welcome to stay.

"No Jules, Damon's not here," I answered. "But Dean and Sam are back."

"Where were they?"

Might as well be honest. "Sam was off on his own. Dean was in Purgatory."

"That place is-" Murdock started, but Juliet gasped.

"Where Mr. Roman is?"

I don't know what Dick Roman did to that poor little girl when he kidnapped her. Maybe he tormeted her while she was locked up all those months. She's never spoken of it. "Did he come back with Dean?" she asked, sounding completely horrified.

"No Jules, Mr. Roman is still there," or at least dead. "He's gone forever."

She instantly relaxed. "Okay...can one of you make lunch? I'm hungry, and Addy said she was hungry too."

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I had to stop at five different fast food places because everyone wanted something different and no one wanted to cook. After everyone eats, I receive a text message from Megan. I have something called an iPhone. The best way Megan could explain it to me was that it is an iPod and a phone combined. She gave me one for my birthday. For some reason I'm awful with technology. I don't do a lot with this thing, but Clifton likes to play Angry Birds or as he calls it, "Bird" and they even have a Star Wars version, which Megan helped me get onto the musical phone...I mean iPhone.

Anyways, the text message from GG says:

We just met some kind of god. He looks like Willy Wonka.

"What?" I exclaimed, as another text message came in.

I think he and some other gods are hosting an auction, where the demon tablet is.

I'm definitely going. "Jules, you're going to your mother's for a while, and by a while I most likely mean the rest of today." I stroll into the play room. "Girls, you're going to your Ma's for a while. And by a while I most likely mean a couple of days. Son, you're going to Aunt Amy's."

Aunt Amy is the sister of my deceased human mother. And by human I mean she was really a witch and didn't know, which is how my teenaged "sister" is even considered my sister. No, Aunt Amy and her children are not witches. They are human.


I take all the children to where they need to be, then bring my lovely warlock boyfriend to this auction thing. Dean and Sam just stare at him. "Hi," he held out his hand to them. "I'm Murdock Leroy."

"The wizard," Dean smirked, shaking his hand.

"We prefer warlock," Murdock corrected.

"Told you!" I spat to Dean.

Kevin and Megan led the way into the auction, passing through a metal detector. We all got out clean except for Dean. He had to give up his gun, and Ruby's knife.

I see the Willy Wonka god. Holy shit, Megan was right! Okay, okay, focus. There are a lot of things on auction here. I saw a helmet, a giant sword, a giant hammer looking weapon, oh and the DEMON TABLET! It's blocked so Kevin can't read it. I really want to just grab it and zap away, but there are rules to follow apparently.

Guess who shows up? Crowley. Guess what happens when he tries to get too close to Kevin? Tiger Mommy punches him in the face. "Stay away from my son." she growled.

Nothing more can happen due to the no violence rule. Now the auction is starting. Dean and I follow everyone in, when a young man dressed in red stopped us. "Dean Winchester?"

"Do I know you?"

"No, but I know Castiel."

"You're an angel?"

"I'm not alone!" I said a little too happily.

"This was the nearest vessel on short notice," the angel apologized.

"You're chasing the tablet," Dean realized.

"We protect the Word of God." the angel confirmed.

"Well awesome job so far..." Dean looked at the angel's name tag; his vessel worked at some restaraunt. "...Alfie."

"Actually my name is Samandriel."

I remember him! When Cas and I had the Purgatory souls, we slaughtered the angels who weren't going to follow Cas. Obviously you can tell what side Samandriel chose.

"Let's just stick with Alfie," Dean decided.

"I wanted to ask you about Castiel," Samandriel admitted. "What happened to him?"

I frowned. Dean spoke. "We iced Dick Roman and as a reward we got a ride down to Purgatory."

"Did Castiel escape too?"

Dean's cold stare as an answer crushed Samandriel's heart. When he walked away, Dean just stood there like he was thinking. About what? Cas? Purgatory? After a while he blinked, glanced at me, and put his hand on the back of my shoulder to escort us to the auction room.

I'm sitting with Alfie. "Samandriel," Crowley recognized. "Slumming it, are we?"

I pat Samandriel's lap when I sit down. He nods. "How is your son?"

My eyes dart at his. "How do you-" I glare over at Crowley, but he shrugs.

"I may have spoken with Colby in Heaven." Samandriel admitted. A shred smile crosses my lips.

Willy Wonka presents an amulet, and wants Dwarven gold for it. What the fuck?! Crowley's laughing for some reason. Dean gets up and leaves somewhere. Next, Willy Wonka presents Thor's Hammer. WHAT?! THAT HAMMER THING FROM EARLIER BELONGED TO THOR?! I WANT IT!

Some old guy offers a bone of a frost giant and 5/8 of a virgin. It's sold. I'm talking to that old guy later. Next, Willy Wonka presents the demon tablet.

"Three billion dollars," Crowley stood up.

Samandriel stands up too. "The Mona Lisa." he offered.

"The real Mona Lisa, where she's topless," Crowley countered.

"Vatican City." Samandriel continued.

"Alaska." Crowley fought.

"Palin and a bridge to nowhere?" Willy Wonka laughed.

"Alright, the moon!" Crowley nearly yelled.

Willy Wonka just shook his head. "Since we can't agree on a price, we're going to add a second item. Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord."

Kevin gets zapped up front. Mrs. Tran and Megan both jump up yelling, "No!"

"He's the only one on Earth who can read the tablet," Willy Wonka explained.

"You can have me!" Megan offered. "I'm the Chosen One!"

"Megan, don't!" Kevin hissed.

"My soul!" Mrs. Tran rasped. "I bid my soul!"

"Damn it, Mom!" Kevin roared.

Plutus, the God of Greed, congratulates Mrs. Tran for winning. Crowley's now pissed. He storms out of the auction room.


To end the day, Crowley burnt Mrs. Tran's tattoo so he could possess her. I noticed that his true eyes are red. He made a deal with Willy Wonka to get past the no violence rule. Plutus dies. Crowley, or Mrs. Tran really, takes off running with the tablet. Megan and Dean chase her.

Willy Wonka tried to shoot Sam, but because of Plutus' warding, we ducked behind a fallen table, where the old man with Thor's Hammer is hiding. "Can I borrow that?" I whispered. I snatch it from him, jump out, and bash Willy Wonka's head in, sparking blue lightning everywhere.

"That was awesome!" Murdock gleamed.

"Give it back," the old man requested. I was about to, but then I remebered, and asked him where he got the 5/8 of a virgin. He shrugged, looking guilty. I gave him a look and bashed his face in.

"I think I'll keep it," I decided, handing it to Murdock so he would stop making those creepy googly eyes.

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By the time we caught up with the others, Mrs. Tran was herself and Crowley was gone, tablet in hand. Mrs. Tran went into shock. Kevin wanted to be alone with her, and Megan too of course, so we all got shooed out of the room.

A few minutes later we return to see nothing. Mrs. Tran, Kevin, and Megan were gone.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Dean yelled.

"Megan could have taken them anywhere." I realized. She's got some of Gabriel's Grace in her. This is so not good. Not at all.