"Seriously though," Adelia removed her food from the to go bag. "Vi has a point. How many angels have we crossed just in working jobs? One, maybe two?"

"Yea." Everly sighed. "I know, it's odd that he was there."

Violet was huddled in a corner of their room.

"Violet." Everly dropped a white bag in front of the girl. "Eat your cheeseburger, you'll feel better."

The red-head nodded and reached for the bag.

Everly dug her phone from her pocket and flipped through her contacts before choosing one and holding the phone to her ear.

"It's a little late, don't you think?" Lila's voice came over the phone.

"Oh, it's never too late to hear your voice." Everly smiled.

"What's up, smooth-talker?" Lila sighed.

"We have run into some heavenly trouble out here," She pulled her own food from the bag it was in. "Anything on your radar?"

"Hmmm…" The line was quiet for a few minutes. "Nothing of interest." Lila reappeared. "However, there has been an increase in angel sightings since The Storm."

"Right." Everly's mouth pressed into a line. "Thanks girl. I'll let Violet know it's all good."

"Oh, is she freaking out?" Everly could hear Lila's smile.

"Big time." Everly smiled slightly herself.

"Lila said there is nothing that she can find that would make it seem like he is anything other an angel that fell during The Storm Vi, you can calm down." She sat down next to the worried girl who was devouring her meal.

"Fanks Ewerly…" She forced out around the cheeseburger that filled her mouth.

Everly smiled and patted her friend's shoulder. "Finish your food ladies…" She grinned. "I think we need some cheesy romcom in our lives this evening."

"Here, here!" Adelia raised her food in the air.

Violet nodded.

"Let's see what awesome chick-flick we can find." Everly turned on the room's TV and selected the pay-per-movie option.

Dean pulled a doughnut from the box that sat on the small table next to the coffee machine.

"Really, Dean?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"I am starving Sammy." He pushed the glazed ring into his mouth.

"Sorry to keep you busy agents." The detective extended a hand to Sam. "You know how it gets around here."

"Of course," Sam smiled and shook his hand. "We completely understand."

"Who's this?" The detective eyed Castiel. "Another agent?"

"No." Sam motioned for the angel to join them. "This is Professor…"

"Cobain." Cas offered an awkward smile and shook the man's hand as well.

"Professor Cobain." Sam sighed. "Our local history specialist."

"Really?" The detective's eyebrows raised. "A specialist in St Louis history?"

"Yes." Castiel nodded. "Five-hundred years ago on this very spot, a Native American tribe ate dinner."

The detective looked confused. "How could you possibly…?"

"He's a bit eccentric." Sam smiled. "But the best."

"Riiight." The detective eyed the professor nervously. "Well, I am sorry to tell you that I don't have anything new for you."

"That's alright." Dean cut in. "We actually have a few questions for you."

"Of course." The detective nodded. "Anything."

"Detective Jameson, there is someone waiting for you up front." A young police officer interrupted Dean before he could begin.

"Could you excuse me a minute?" The detective gave the three men a nod and made his way to the front of the station.

"Cas," Sam turned to face him. "You need to try to be less…"

"Weird." Dean finished his doughnut.

"I don't understand." Castiel frowned. "I am supposed to be a history professor, so I gave him some accurate history."

"That happened before…" Sam closed his eyes. "Nevermind."

"Awe, fuck me." A familiar voice rang out behind them.

All three men turned to see the short, dark-haired girl from the night before.

"Do you know these men, Everly?" The detective rounded the corner behind her.

"Naw Jimmy." She frowned a them with her hands on her hips. "Just always happy to see the feds, you know."

"Right." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the stunned group of fake agents. "I am sorry gentlemen, but I have a meeting here with Miss Helsing I need to attend to. I will let you know if we turn up anything new."

"I told you," Everly held a gun to Castiel's head. "If I saw you again, I would end you."

"Let's all just calm down now," Sam held his hands out in front of himself. The brothers were slowly approaching Everly, who had cornered Castiel in a dead-end ally.

"I already told you, nothing happened." Castiel said flatly. "You should know that shooting me won't accomplish anything."

"Yea, yea." Everly waved her hand in the air. "Sure would make me feel a hell of a lot better. You can't tell me it's a coincidence that an angel shows up here the same time as us."

"Whoa, whoa." Dean stood up to his full height. "How do you know what he is?"

"Nevermind that." She shot him a glare. "Now tell me what you are doing here, or I blow the head off your vessel."

"We are working a case." Sam said as Dean shot him a look. "There have been possessions at the Lemp Mansion, and we are working on figuring out why."

"Aw shit." She rolled her eyes and holstered her gun. "You guys are the punk hunters we heard about."

"What?" Dean shook his head. "Punk hunters?"

"Yea." She pulled out her sunglasses and slipped them on her face. "You clowns are the reason Jimmy called us."

"Us?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"We're the best in the west." A voice behind them chimed in.

The guys spun around, Dean with his gun out and Sam with a knife. Standing there, dressed in all black was a short girl, black goggles around her head and a grin on her face.

"I thought you were going to hide up there forever." Everly rubbed her temples. "Come on, we need to go see if Violet dug up some more information on that mansion."

"Sure thing!" Adelia cartwheeled past the baffled men.

"You girls are hunters?" Sam was the first of the stunned men to move.

"We are the best hunters," Everly glanced at them over her glasses. "If I do say so myself."

"Bull." Dean smiled. "I call bull."

"Dean." Sam frowned at his brother.

"I want to see them in action." Dean grinned. "We should show them what we have back at the hotel."

Castiel shook his head. "No, Dean. I don't think that is a good idea."

"What do you have back at the hotel?" Everly raised an eyebrow. "If you have done anything to compromise our situation…" Her teeth were grinding together.

"Your stress levels, Eve." Adelia rested a hand on her shoulder.

Everly shrugged her off. "Yea, yea." She turned back to the men. "What do you have?"

"We managed to capture one of the possessed victims." Dean grinned. "We've been questioning the demon."

Everly rolled her eyes. "I am sure you have."

"We can't just go with them now." Adelia stretched her arms above her head. "We need Violet for a demon."

"Give me the address." Everly demanded and pulled out her phone. "I will have her meet us there."

After many heated words and much coaxing on Everly's part it was settled, they would follow the guys, and Violet would meet them at the hotel.

"You actually aren't that far from us." Everly looked at the address again. "But you are staying in some pretty shitty digs."

"Oh yea?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you are staying in like the Ritz-Carlton or something like that…"

"Hilton, actually." Everly sniffed.

"I don't believe this." Dean stomped to the Impala.

"What?" Sam shrugged as he leaned into the passenger's seat. "That they are hunters? Or that they think they are better than us?"

"Both!" Dean turned the key and engine roared to life. "And that the way she looks at me over those glasses makes my blood burn."

Sam snickered.

"It's fine, Vi." Everly sighed. "He won't bother you."

The redhead eyed the angel as she walked past him and into the room.

Sitting in the middle of the demon trap on a wooden chair, tied and gagged was a girl. Her face was bruised and her arms were covered in rope burns.

Violet's eyes grew wide as she looked at the girl. "What have you done to her!?" She ran to the girl's side and dropped her bag. "It's alright now, I am here to help." She pushed the dirty blonde hair back behind the girl's ears.

"Please help me!" The girl mumbled over the gag. "They hurt me."

"I am not talking to you." Violet's eyes grew serious. "There is nothing you could say to stir empathy in me, demon."

The girl blinked her eyes, they were replaced with the telltale black and an evil smile. "You'll never get me to talk. Hurt this girl, torture her all you want, I will say nothing."

"Right." Violet licked her thumbs. "Whatever you say." She held them out towards the demon.

"What are you doing?" The demon frowned. As Violet's thumbs grew closer to her eyes the demon instinctively closed them. Violet laid them over the girl's eyelids and closed her own eyes.

"What is happening?" Castiel stared at the two girl, his eyebrows knitted together. "What is she doing?"

"Oh," Everly crossed her arms and smiled. "I didn't think about this…"

"Think about what?" Dean frowned. "What is she doing?"

"Your angel friend can feel Violet's power." She nodded. "Normally it is unseen and unfelt by those around her, but we have never worked in the presence of an angel before."

"It's…" Castiel seemed almost entranced. "Beautiful."

"This demon will tell us nothing because it knows nothing." Violet sighed as she opened her eyes. "He was just there for the party."

"That's not true!" The demon yelled. "I know things! I know secrets!"

"Nothing important." Violet grumbled as she rummaged through her bag. She stood, holding a bright purple thread pulled through a needle in her hand. "So you are useless to us."

"What are you doing?" The demon's voice quivered.

Without hesitation Violet pushed the needle into the back of her hand.

"Whoa!" Dean hollered. "What is that?"

Violet continued to pull the needle through her skin, stitch after stitch. Finally revealing a trio of circles next to a wavy line, all encompassed by another, larger circle.

"No, wait…" The demon was frantically pulling against its bindings. "I know who you are!"

Violet held her hand out as if she were reaching for something.

"Please!" The demon looked to the others in the room. "Please, do anything else to me! Send me back to hell… please, just don't let her do this!"

"What is she doing?" Sam frowned.

"I don't want to be collected." There were tears streaming down the girls face.

Violet frowned. "You should have thought of that before you possessed an innocent girl." She tensed her fingers.

The dark smoke began to be pulled from the girl's body and gather in a swirling mass in Violet's hand. It swirled around and around in the palm of her hand, slower and slower until it stopped and rested in her hand like a bowling ball. The girl's body went limp.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean frowned.

"Demons call her 'The Collector'." Adelia giggled. "She likes to put them up on shelves and label them, like some people do with taxidermy animals."

Violet dropped the ball into the bag she had brought and zipped it closed. "It will be safe in here." She pulled the thread from her skin with her teeth. "I will etch the demon trap into it when we get home."

"So, basically," Sam shoved his hands in his pockets, a thoughtful, but serious look on his face. "You trapped that demon within itself."

Violet nodded. "They can only possess someone now if they touch the ball, and once I etch in the demons trap, not even then can they get into someone."

"That seems almost cruel." Dean looked disgusted. "Why not just kill it?"

"Does a demon kill the person it possesses?" Violet frowned. "No, it locks them away. Leaves them alone, trapped in their own mind."

"Well." Everly sighed and crossed her arms. "Another dead end."

"Not completely." Violet smiled. "I did get a password."

"Password?" Sam asked, surprised. "For what?"

"The parties that happen under the mansion." Violet picked up the bag. "Now we can get into one."

"Do we want to get into one?" Castiel looked even more confused.

"Of course!" Adelia grinned. "That is where all the action is!"

"Not tonight." Everly turned and strode from the room. "I am tired."

"Me too." Violet glanced at the angel as she walked by. "I would like to rest."

"Wait." Castiel called to her before she had reached the door. "Your hand…"

"What?" Violet turned to face him.

"Your hand will need tended to." He walked to her. "Please, let me." He held out his hand.

Violet looked confused but placed her hand in his.

"I don't understand." Castiel frowned. "You should have injuries from when you performed that ritual." He ran his finger over the back of her hand, the skin was smooth and soft, unblemished.

"I am alright." She smiled softly. "I heal quickly."

"I see that." Castiel released her hand. "I was hoping to make amends for frightening you."

"Oh," Violet blushed. "Thank you."

"We will see you nerds tomorrow." Adelia danced past Violet and out the door.

"Right." Sam nodded. "Tomorrow."

"Let us know if you girls need anything!" Dean yelled after Everly who was already retreating to their car.

She flipped him off.

"Good job Dean." Sam clapped his brother on the back. "I think she likes you."

"Shut up." Dean shoved his brother. "You too." He jabbed a finger at the angel that was watching the redhead load into the car.

"I like them." Castiel said as he waved to them.

"You like her." Sam chuckled as he sat down with the newspaper.

"Um, excuse me…" A voice called from near their beds. "Where am I?"

Dean and Sam looked at the girl tied to the chair.

"They left her here." Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course."