(Back in the car)

I sat in the back seat, my head against the window, barley hearing the AC/DC that was blaring in the car. We were on out way to Salem, but Sam and Dean were in sour moods. I guess it's period week for both of them. I thought to myself with a smile as I watched the trees fly buy rapidly, knowing Dean was going well over the required speed limit like he usually was. Sam turned in his seat to face me which caught Dean's attention. He looked over at Sam, knowing what he was planning would fail from the beginning once Wolf realized what he was doing. The only one that could get information out of Wolf was their father.

Sam-"So Wolf. Anything going on since I left?"

I didn't even bother to look at him as I answered his question, knowing what he was trying to get out of me, but I knew if I started talking about mom's death it would hurt him.

Wolf-"Tons Sammy. We ran out of toilet paper on a hunt two weeks ago and Dean had to use leaves but what he grabbed was poison Ivy, good times, good times."

Dean-"Those were not good times."

Dean remarked quickly, remembering how many phone numbers he had lost from women who had seen him scratch his ass with a fork. I smiled slightly but still didn't take my eyes away from the window until I felt Sam's eyes staring a hole into the side of my head. I lifted my head from the door, looking at him as my lips turned up slightly into a soft smile and lied to him.

Wolf-"I'm fine Sammy really. You don't need to worry about me."

Sam turned back around in his seat, knowing she was lying from the look in her eyes, and was worried that she would have a reason to lie to him.

Dean-"Honey we're home."

Dean said as he pulled into the old parking lot that surrounded the three story jail and killed the engine. He pocketed the keys and turned to Sam and I.

Dean-"Come on. Casper's tired of being friendly."

He said and got out of the car, the suspension lifting as Dean's weight was removed from the driver's side. The three of us got out of the car and went to the trunk. Dean lifted the deck lid and it looked like any normal trunk, but with a few clicks from the combination lock he lifted the hidden hatch and propped it up with a spare shotgun. We had any weapon for anything you could think of. Shotguns, pistols, revolvers, knives, spell books, the whole nine yards. We grabbed as much rock salt shells as we could fit into out pockets, shotguns, and Dean shut the truck with a hard slam. He looked at me, and I knew he was telling me to be careful without having to say the words. He stepped away from me and headed into the building. I watched him go before I pushed off the ground and began to head inside as well, but if I knew what was going to happen I would have never gone into that building.

(Inside)

We decided to split up, knowing we could cover more ground that way. Dean took the middle floor, Sam the upstairs, and lucky me gets the basement. I walked down the corridor, shot gun loaded in one hand, flashlight in the other. Even with a flashlight the corridor was still pitch black unless the beam came over it, but with so many jail cells around me I couldn't illuminate everything at once. I stuck the flashlight under my arm as I jerked on a jail cell door. It rattled stiffly, sending dust flying into the air, but it didn't open. I sighed and went to turn away before I heard a sharp click and the door slowly swung open. I watched it over my shoulder, wary about going into a cell that just invited me in, but it was my job and I couldn't just let everything I came across scare me. I pulled the flashlight out from under my arm and shined it into the jail cell as I walked into it. There were shackles on the wall that were half opened covered in dirt, years of rust, and what looked like blood. I looked around, shining the flashlight on everything in front of me before I smiled and shook my head at my own thoughts of paranoia. I sighed, blowing strands of hair out of my eyes as I turned back around before I froze solid and dropped the shotgun. It hit the ground, firing from the hard smack and blew a chunk out of the wall, but I didn't flinch, my eyes locking onto the spirit's who stood before me. The eerily beautiful black haired woman came towards me, her blue eyes staring into mine as if she was sucking the life out of me. Her dirty white dress hung onto her loosely and dragged across the floor with her movements. Before I knew it she flickered like a candle that was about to go out, looking up at me with her hair covering her face then suddenly disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking she was gone, but the moment I tried to move she was back and grabbed onto my face. Her hands were as cold as ice and I jerked to try and get away from it, but she controlled me, bending my body to her will as she forced herself into it.

Dean ran down the hallway, heading for the basement, and slammed right into Sam as he turned the corner.

Sam-"Whoa. Dean."

Sam said and pulled his jacket back up onto his shoulder from Dean's slam. Dean kept moving towards the basement, cursing himself for leaving Wolf alone and Sam followed closely behind.

Dean-"Wolf!"

He called, his ears alert for an answer but received none. Sam went down the left corridor and Dean kept going straight.

Dean-"Wolf!"

Dean turned to the right and pointed his flashlight in the empty jail cell and when he turned back around his sister was right in front of him. Dean jumped, his finger jerking against the trigger of the shotgun, but it wasn't cocked.

Dean-"Man! Answer me when I call you! You alright?"

Wolf-"I'm fine Dean why wouldn't I be?"

I asked with my eyebrows raised. Dean eyed her suspiciously, knowing his sister well enough to know when something was wrong, more then the usual wrong.

Dean-"Did you fire at something?"

Wolf-"Yeah but it was nothing."

Dean-"Nothing? That's not like you to fire at nothing."

I sighed, getting impatient with his pestering.

Wolf-"We all have off days Dean. You more than others."

Dean's eyebrows lowered but his grip tightened on the shotgun.

Dean-"And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Wolf-"I thought it was pretty self explanatory, but I forgot how stupid you can be at times. No wonder Sam was the only one to go to collage."

His jaw tightened with anger, but he knew his sister wouldn't be this much of a bitch to him without reason. Unless something changed within the last half an hour. Dean trusted his gut and his hunter's instincts as he raised the shotgun up to Wolf's chest.

Dean-"Where's my sister?"

Dean growled, his eyes narrowing and teeth showing in a snarl.

Wolf-"Last time I checked right in front of you, but leave it up to Dean Winchester to figure out where his sister is."

Dean-"You see Wolf wouldn't be such of a bitch without reason."

Wolf-"Then maybe I should teach her how to say what she really feels."

I waved my hand in the air and a blast of black light came from it. The light cracked like thunder as it zoomed towards Dean, hitting him in the chest, and throwing him across the room. He slammed into the wall, his back taking all of the impact as he fell into the floor.

Dean-"Sam…"

He said while coughing and grimacing in pain as he rolled onto his side, but I wasn't done with him yet. I raised my hand once more and another blast of light pinned him against the wall as I walked towards him.

Wolf-"You know Dean your sister was really easy to take over. She has some real issues with you."

Dean struggled against the force enabling him from moving away from the wall.

Dean-"Enlighten Me. Just what are those issues?"

I smiled and shook my head.

Wolf-"You see you should already know if you claim to care about her, about me. You never pay attention to anything I do, not unless it made dad happy, then you always had to out do me. You had to be the good child, the one that did everything dad told him to."

Dean grimaced again, pulling against the force, testing how far he could pull away from the wall before it jerked him back.

Dean-"Wolf put me down."

He said, trying to ignore her comments about him even thought they were cutting through his thick layers of sarcasm and hitting him hard.

Wolf-"Is that an order? Are you ordering me around?"

I started to close my hand slightly which started to compress Dean's rib cage. He gasped as air was forced out of his lungs from the sudden force on his ribs but didn't lose his calm exterior.

Dean-"No….it's more of a friendly request, but I think you missed a couple Mr. Rogers episodes about being a good friend."

Dean said with a smile and a cocky tone to his voice. I smiled and kept the compression on his ribs.

Wolf-"Always the smartass aren't we Dean? Too bad the more you're an ass the more I know I'm hurting you. You must of missed those episodes Dean."

Dean chuckled the best he could with no air coming into his lungs at the moment, tilting his head back against the wall before looking back at the witch who was in his sister's body.

Dean-"Okay so we're both a little rusty on Mr. Rogers, thanks for making that clear, now get the hell out of my sister."

Wolf-"Nope. I like her too much. She's got so many secrets about you and herself, about the dreams she's keeping from you. If you only knew Dean, if you only knew."

Sam rounded the corner, hearing his brother's call and coming to his aide, but he was too late. I kept my left hand on Dean's body and lifted my right hand to Sam's. He dropped his shotgun as his body went rigid, under my control. I looked at both of them.

Wolf-"Now what shall I do with you two? Well Dean I know what I'm going to do with you, something that will eat away at both you and your sister until my spell ends. Sammy you'll just get the after effects."

I said with a smile as my mind searched for the words to the spell I was going to use on Dean.

Dean-"What are you going to do?"

Dean asked in an unimpressed and fearless tone even though he was afraid, but that didn't stop him from antagonizing a 17 century witch. I smiled when I finally remembered the words to the spell I wanted, the spell that would destroy his family, and ultimately end his life.

Wolf-"Take care of yourself Dean. Within one life grows another, remember that."

I said and turned my body to make sure the full blunt of the spell would hit Dean and Sam would only get the after effect. Dean flexed as much as he could to prepare himself for the blow he was about to take, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to take place. I closed my eyes, summoning the power I needed for the spell before I opened them. They glowed blue as the power coursed through me entire body before heading towards my finger tips that were pointed at Dean's stomach.

Wolf-"Vapures Encantartam Impregnieam!"

I yelled in a heavy Latin accent as a ball of black light shot out of my finger tips and headed straight for Dean. Dean saw the black light coming and he turned his head away, preparing for death, but as the light made contact with his stomach death didn't come. He felt as if he was being ripped open, sharp pains pulsating through his midsection as he felt his muscles seize. The veins around his belly button swelled, turning black and spreading out across his entire stomach like worms before he felt as if he was stabbed from the inside out. Dean let out a yell and his chin fell onto his chest, out cold.

The ripple effect from the spell carried away from Dean, hitting Sam and I in the process. Sam went suddenly numb, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and head lolling onto his chest. I released my grip on both of them, the lifeless brothers crumpled to the floor, Dean on his stomach and Sam on his back. I gasped as I felt the spell taking effect on me as well, but Isobel's power held it off as long as it could. I looked at Dean, reading the new form of life that was with him now and I smiled before going rigid and falling to the ground. I blacked out before I even hit the floor, never remembering Isobel leaving my body.