Chapter Two

Two weeks later, Dean was eating breakfast in the kitchen, only because Aurora was at the table and he wanted nothing more than for Castiel to take her back where she came from. "Winchester, if you're going to burn the toast every morning, I'll make breakfast from now on." She complained.

"No thanks. I don't feel like getting poisoned anytime soon." He retorted, opening his first beer of the day.

"It's not even seven-thirty."

"Your point?"

"Don't you think it's way too early to be drinking?" She asked haughtily.

"Don't you think it's way too early for you to be bitching at me?" He countered. "My life, my choice. Don't like it, there's the door."

She stomped off; he smirked, glad to be rid of her for a few minutes. The door to the bunker squeaked open and he wondered if she actually left, but then, he heard Zoey's voice. "Put me down. This is not our house, love. Our house-"

"Is in Salem, I know. But we're staying here for a few days to see Dean. I haven't seen him in two weeks." He sounded excited. "Dean! We're back!"

Sam bounded in the kitchen, looking happier and tanner than Dean had ever seen his brother. Zoey followed behind him, also looking happy, but her skin was still freckly, albeit a bit tanner. Sam engulfed him in a tight hug. "Dude, get off me." Dean pushed his younger brother back, grinning. "Man, am I glad to see you. Get any?" Dean joked, glancing at Zoey.

Sam turned red. "Dude, really?"

"Course he did, unlike you." Zoey replied, giving her brother-in-law a hug as well.

"What's with the double dishes?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yeah, about that." Dean sighed as Aurora walked back in the kitchen.

"Winchester! There are more people here."

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." He snapped. "It's my brother and his wife."

"They're not shifters or demons, are they?"

"I'd love to see a demon possess my wife." Sam said wryly, earning a snicker from Dean. "Who're you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Aurora Philips. You must be Sam." His name rolled off her tongue in something slightly less than pure contempt. "And you are?"

"Zoey Winchester." Zoey's tone was even.

"She's here because Castiel decided the bunker was the safest place for a Men of Letters legacy being hunted by a powerful witch." Dean tried to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"Who is it?" Zoey asked Dean, her brow furrowing.

"The daughter of Lucifer and Lilith."

Zoey's eyes widened. "What? She's supposed to be dead. If she's not and she's hunting her, the bunker isn't going to do much good."

"What do you know about the affairs of magic?" Aurora inquired rudely.

"More than you could possibly imagine." Her snarky reply was out of character for her. "I've got to check something." With that, Zoey rushed off.

"Where's she going?" Dean asked, confused.

Sam shrugged, taking a beer out of the fridge. "My guess is the library or dungeon to look for whatever she's wanting to know."

"If the Men of Letters had just annihilated all witches like they were going to do back in the forties, I wouldn't have this problem." Aurora stated.

Sam and Dean shot her a dirty look. "If the massacre had killed all the members, you wouldn't be here and I wouldn't have to put up with you." Dean quipped.

Zoey ran back in the kitchen, clutching an old book to her chest. "Sam, here." She dropped the book into his hands and began to flip through the pages.

"Careful with that. That's the property of the Men of Letters." Aurora said bossily.

"Shut up and no, it's not. It's my grandfather's." She stopped suddenly, running her finger down the page. "Aha! Lucifer and Lilith's daughter, Daeva, is the mother of all witches. She chose certain families to bless with more powers than others, but she was supposedly killed in 1865 after she possessed John Wilkes Booth and shot Lincoln." She was paraphrasing, but she stopped, looking for something else. "Here it is. '4 September 1943. I have sufficient proof of Daeva's continued existence, however, nothing I or any other members have can kill her. Will continue to search for something that can destroy her. Working with H. Winchester on this.' That's it. He penned it in the back of this book."

"Wait. Abraxas Bloodworth knew our grandfather?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sam. The connections between our families go back even further than that. False accusations against Grandpa got him kicked out of the order, but he never betrayed them."

"Is he still alive?" Dean was excited for the first time in two weeks.

Zoey paused. "I have no idea. When Dad went psycho, he tried to kill him, throwing the Ministry into chaos, but I don't think he's dead. Give me five minutes and I'll find out where he's at."

Sam gently closed the book and sat it on the table. "Not even our second day back in the States and we have a case."

"Did you get bored in Europe, Sammy?"

The taller brother laughed. "Um, no. Actually, we're talking about going back to see more of the sights and less of the hotel room."

Dean clapped Sam on the back, just as Zoey returned. "I'll be back in a week, Sammy."

"Whoa, where are you going?"

"To Alaska with Connor to find my grandfather."