An hour and a half later, the black Madelvic pulled up outside of the Men of Letter's offices. Henry jumped out immediately, scolding his attendant for not pulling down the step. Arthur raised an eyebrow at his partner, but said nothing. Together, they entered the Men of Letter's headquarters.

Of course, you and I know what a large outfit the Men of Letters was, and consequently, you or I would have assumed that their headquarters would be large, with offices and dens of conspiracy stretching as far as the eye could see. But there was nothing of that nature here. In fact, the office that Henry and Arthur shared, was hardly large enough for one desk, and so they spent most of their time working out of their Lawrence apartments, and the other offices were much the same. There was one window in the corner, shedding light into the dismal room, whose walls were lined with faded white wallpaper. The only form of solace in the harsh winters that graced Manhattan, was the large stove that seemed to take up half of the room.

Arthur handed the file he had picked up from his desk to Henry and sank into the armchair by the, already roaring, fire. They sat in silence for a few moments, Henry absorbed in the file he was studying, Arthur gazing into the fire.

"A demon?" It was Henry who broke the silence first.

Arthur sighed and leaned forward, placing his head on his hands, "Probably."

Henry placed the file on the arm of his chair, "What is it, if it's not a demon?"

Arthur looked into his partner's eyes, "There are a thousand and one things out there that we don't understand yet, Henry, and any one of those things could be killing people."

"It looks like a demon. Right kinda markings and everything."

"I ain't saying it ain't a demon, Henry, I'm just saying we need to keep our minds open." Arthur slung the overcoat over the back of his chair and made for the door, grabbing the file on his way out, "I'm gonna go ask around, see if Eric has found anything."

Arthur Winchester and Eric Harris had been friends since high school. It was Eric, who with some, not so gentle, persuasion from Henry had convinced Arthur to join the Men of Letters. Eric had been there for Arthur through thick and thin, and when Arthur and Lucy had named their children Morgan and Charles Eric Winchester, the tears had flown thick and fast.

Arthur walked up to his CO's office and knocked on the door. Eric motioned for the Winchester to come in, his frown turning to a smile when he saw who it was, "Arthur, what can I do you for?"

Arthur handed him the file, "Case, Eric. Thought you might have a look."

Eric flicked through the file, "Looks like a demon to me, Arthur. So, what do you think it is?" Eric's thoughtful blue eyes surveyed his fellow member. Arthur frowned, which caused Eric to crack another smile, "Come on, Arthur, you wouldn't have brought it to me if it was that simple."

"It doesn't feel right."

Eric laughed, "That gut feeling o' yours?"

Eric and Henry had come to rely on Arthur's instincts ever since that incident with the Tulpa. Both of the older men had been convinced that the monster their trained hunters were following was a ghost, but Arthur had been sure. They had never doubted him since.

"I don't know, Eric, just something about it makes me uneasy."

"You're almost always uneasy, my friend. Just go tell the hunters what they need to know, and they'll be on their way. Speaking of which, Michael and Will should be at the gate if you want to meet them." Arthur turned to the door, "Oh, and Arthur…" He turned back and Eric was smiling at him mischievously, "Don't let them take the car again, they'll run circles around us this time."

Eric had been perfectly right, as always, Arthur thought, as he made his way out into the courtyard. Michael and William Harcourt were sat on the fence, wolf-whistling at girls as they walked by. Michael was the older of the two by three years, and about Arthur's height. He was a rough young man, with a scar that stretched across his right cheek. It was said that he had gotten into a fight to save his girl (obviously missing out that the offender was a ghost). William was about 20, at that stage in life where a person is neither a boy nor a man, the sharp lines beginning to be etched out on his youthful face. He was slightly smaller than Michael, but was by far the cleverer of the two.

And by that measure, of course, it was Will's keen, shockingly gold, eyes that made Arthur out first. He jumped down from the wall, taking care to land perfectly on the gravel. Michael, however, was nowhere near as careful and landed perfectly on his rear. Arthur stifled a chuckle, as the younger Harcourt pulled his brother up. He handed William the file, "Case for you. It appears to be a demon hunting people and making deals. You will need holy water, the knife, exorcism…"

"Yeah, yeah, gov'nor, we get it." Michael's harsh British tone cut straight through Arthur's spiel, "Stick 'em once and be back home in time for tea." His maniacal smile would have scared the shit out of you or I had we met him in the street, but Arthur was hardly shaken.

"Just don't cause any mess."

Will's quiet tone, soothed his brother's almost immediate outburst, "It won't be anything we can't clean up."

Arthur shook his head, watching as the two disappeared through the iron gate, and out into the morning sun.