"SHE WHAT?!" Dean's voice booms through the lobby of the hospital. Sam and Rowena stand behind him, both sharing looks of confusion.

"She was discharged AMA this morning," the doctor responds calmly.

"By herself?" he questions angrily.

"No," the doctor replies, "she was with her aunt."

There's a moment of silence, no one knows how to respond to this turn of events.

"It's time you knew the truth," Sam steps forward, having quickly come up with a story, "this is my partner Agent Evans, I'm Agent Hemsworth. We're FBI agents and she was major witness in an ongoing investigation. I'm going to need to see your security footage."

Dean slowly begins to nod his head, catching on to his brother's idea, "What he said."

As the screen does a playback, they see Lexi come out of her hospital room, she doesn't look as if she's in any sort of distress. She does look better than she did when they had left her the night before, she's dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with her hair pulled up into a ponytail. She stops in the middle of the screen and looks up and around as if she's searching for something and stops looking once her eyes lock onto the security camera.

"She's looking for the camera," Sam notes.

Lexi squats down as if tying her shoe and stays there a few moments, as another person comes into frame and stops to stand beside the girl. The dark-haired hunter fidgets with her shoe for a minute longer giving enough time for the woman standing beside her to glance around and the camera to get a good shot of her face.

"My God," Rowena says recognizing the woman on the screen, "that's Kristina Willoughby."

"Who's she?" Dean questions.

"How do I put this?" the red-head thinks for a moment, "what's the phrase you use, gun for hire. When someone bad hires someone worse to do their dirty work?"

"A hitman," Sam says.

"Yes," Rowena agrees, "except she's a witch, so her clientele is much worse."

"She sent Lexi back?" Sam questions.

Rowena nods, "Katrina is known for doing spells within spells. She must have put the virus in as a back-up spell. When I brought Lexi back the virus was released in her body, leaving you no choice but to bring her to the hospital."

"Then Katrina was alerted as soon as she was admitted," Dean says.

"But why Lexi?" Sam asks the question on everyone's mind.

Lexi looks around the small room she's in, it's all concrete with no windows. Her hands are handcuffed in front of her and there's a chain leading from them which is anchored to the wall behind her. The woman hadn't said much in the hospital. Only told her that she was a witch and if she didn't cooperate, her friends would die an excruciatingly painful death. Lexi assumes she's responsible for sending her back and for giving her the virus, which luckily, she took away when they left the hospital, mainly because she didn't want to deal with a 'stupid sickly human'.

Even when I'm not looking for trouble, trouble finds me, Lexi thinks to herself as she reaches up to scratch the side of her head.

The door to her room opens and a familiar face looks at her, but he's not smiling this time and Lexi's mouth drops open in betrayal, "Noah."

"Sorry baby girl," he replies, but his face doesn't change as he comes in, unlocks the chain from the wall and pulls her like dog out of the room.

Lexi is taken down a long dark hallway and into another room where the woman from before is sitting on the other side of an old desk. Noah shoves Lexi into the chair in front of the desk and steps to the side like a good man servant would.

"Alexandra Wilson," the woman says, looking at a file folder in her hands, "I thought this was going to be easy."

"I'm sorry," Lexi interrupts raising her handcuffed hands up, as if she's asking the principal a question, "I think you have the wrong person, I don't know what's going on."

"You're Alexandra Wilson," the brunette woman responds, pulling photos out of the file folder, she tosses a photo on the desk in front of Lexi, "Sam and Dean Winchester's pretty little pet."

The picture is a surveillance photo taken from across the street of the three of them sitting inside the Impala. She doesn't like being followed and this bitch is crossing a line.

"Friend of former British Men of Letters, Arthur Ketch," the witch continues, laying down a photo of Lexi and Ketch from a case they worked several months back.

"Friend of Charlie Bradbury," another photo falls, but it's her and Apocalypse Charlie from a couple months ago, "fun fact, she's supposed to be dead."

"Former or current lover, I guess it all depends on your location," the woman continues as she lays down a photo of her and Greyson sharing a kiss outside of his house, "of Greyson Moore, brother to current Men of Letters, Logan Moore."

"What do you want?" Lexi's voice is stern.

"You didn't do what I wanted," Katrina replies, "I sent you back to take care of a problem, and you didn't do that."

"I must have missed that email," the dark-haired girl states, "What exactly was I supposed to do?"

"My client wants Michael off the board, and to do that requires stopping something before it starts. The best stopping point I could find was right before your bestie Charlie died," the witch explains, "So that's where I sent you. It gave you enough reason to stick around, to see your dead best friend again, but I underestimated you Alexandra. I just assumed you would save her, that you wouldn't let her die all over again. You knew when, you knew where, and you knew how."

Lexi's stomach drops, Charlie had crossed her mind, but she was focused on trying to get back home. I did the right thing, didn't I? Should I have saved Charlie?

"But you didn't save her," Katrina continues, "so here we are, back to square one."

"If I had," Lexi begins, "what would that have changed?"

"Charlie was the key," she replies, "She would have broken the cures and freed Dean from the Mark of Cain without releasing the darkness. No Amara equals no Lucifer which equals no Michael."

Lexi wants to vomit, she should have saved her friend. She could have saved Charlie, and saved Dean, and possibly never met either of the Winchesters. A list of 'what if's' starts streaming through her mind but then Katrina continues, "Charlie still dies of course, the Stynes are quite vengeful."

The sick feeling subsides as Katrina gathers the photos up and puts them back in the file folder giving Lexi a twisted smile.