A/N: Second chapter, we are already so far along on the site, so we are just trying to converge things into chapters as well as keep playing. We hope you are enjoying this so far, we have many more chapters for you and keep eyes out for them as they come out, we will be updating once every week or two. – Wynter and Tori

Flashes of crimson light. Screams as thick as the blood at his feet. Covered with blood, his and that of others. The ones he had carved into as others had done unto him. He licked the blood off his fingers, smiling down at the thing that was once a young girl. She had made a deal to be beautiful, Helena of Troy beautiful and he had showed her what she really looked like on the inside.

Commotion erupted in the background, taking over the constant stream of noises of the damned. It was different among the cries of despair and agony. Screams of the dying. The crimson light fractured and filtered into a thousand glass pieces. The pulsing strobe of darkness and light blinded him.

Demons roared with rage and pain as they were cut down before something that he could not see. They rendered his flesh to hold him against the strong and hotter than white hand that grabbed his shoulder, lifting him upward.

A legion of demons and half way human souls surged upwards to meet him, climbing with reckless speed like a swarm of locusts. There was a powerful beating of wings, a blazing light followed by the agonized howls of the evil horde burning and feathering away like ashes of charred paper.

The first breath.

Stiff and aching.

Lungs that haven't held air for so long struggled to function. The smell of earth and dank rot filled his nostrils and he gagged. He knew that smell. He sucked in another labored breath and coughed.

His instinct was to have light and he felt down his leg at the pocket of his jeans. What little hope that may have blossomed in his chest at the ignition of the small light died as panic overtook him. The flame of his Zippo flickering against the walls of the confined space. Coffin.

"HAL-"Coughing overtook every sense and process. His throat burned raw, the word ripping at his vocal cords.

"Help!" he croaked out feebly, the noise barely high enough to make it to the whisper bracket.

The planks of the coffin were cheap. Hand made. He had barely enough strength to force his way out. The dirt collapsed on top of him and choked him mercilessly as he dug through.

Please God don't let them have buried me upside down.

His cold hands felt the heat of the sun. It was daylight. His head breached the surface and he gasped at the sweet air, grunting and choking it out again as he crawled from his grave. He lay on his back, staring up at the cloudless blue sky. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted, thankful for the warm sun that soothed the stiffness and cramps out of his unused limbs.

When he felt he was ready he stood, finding his legs weak and unsteady. What he saw next nearly made him fall again. His heart hammered erratically in his sore chest as he gazed around disbelievingly, fearfully.

All the trees, every single damn one of them had been blasted over, the branches ripped clean off and scattered in masses of green wood.

An ache spread from his stomach to his chest. With slow, pained but determined strides he started to walk. The place creeped the hell out of him and he needed to get as far away from it as he possibly could.

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The rich scent of freshly turned earth came to her nose. Her green eyes scanned the horizon and the familiar icy slither of a vision leaked and cracked inside her skull. She grunted and pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead, pulling to the side of the road just in time.

When she came to, blood from her nose had leaked out onto the steering column. She was breathing heavy and the lingering pressure of the headache remained. Von pushed herself off the steering wheel and opened the glove compartment to grab a handful of Kleenex.

After cleaning up all the blood she sped off down the road again, "is anything else going to happen?" she shouted angrily at the heavens, the vision all too fresh in her mind.

It was confusing and vague. More so then usual. A delirium of images flashed through her skull. White hot lights, blood splattering, clear blue sky, screaming, buried. She hated confined spaces, sometimes she had trouble enough dealing with being in a crowd, but stuck under the earth, unable to move so much as a foot around you?

Von shivered, her nostrils flaring with the deep breaths she was taking. She was almost there, and then she could stretch her legs, figure out what the hell it was she saw. Normally she saw from third person, not first. She felt sick, fear crawling in her gut at the thought that it was going to be her in that situation.

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Walking helped a little. He licked at his dry lips with his parched tongue. The heat of the day was baking into his skin and it hadn't been long till he had to take off his over shirt, tying it securely around his waist. The gas bar he saw in front of him seemed real enough, in this heat and in his condition it wouldn't have surprised him to have a mirage or two crops up out of the asphalt.

Looks like no one's home.

He peered in the window, wrapping her shirt around his fist and punching out the glass to reach in and unlock the door.

"Hello?" he rasped, but there was no one to answer. Good enough for him. John's training had kicked in. Food and water in a survival situation were top of the list. Orienting yourself also ranked high and Dean was doing that along the way, once he was out on the road he would be able to figure out where he was for sure, until then first things first.

He watered himself and grabbed other essentials, energy bars and the latest reading material that suited his refined tastes. He stopped at a news stand and grabbed a paper, staring at the date for a long moment. September 18th, 2008. Only four months down under, it felt like years upon years.

Once he had a shopping bag loaded up with supplies he raided the cash register. Then the security feed on the small T.V. behind him started to go wonky. Static hissed and crackled as the screen wavered to black and grey peppering. A high pitched noise gained increasing volume and Dean bailed out from behind the cash register to grab some salt and prepare for the worst.

Salt did little against the noise and soon the overwhelming stress of the pitch blew the windows in and Dean threw himself to the ground, glass crunching into his bare skin. He groaned and clamped his hands over his ears. The sound disappeared as quickly as it had come. Dean rose, arms and knees bloody from the glass, heedless of his wounds he approached the closest window and peered out.

Nothing.

Dean winced and looked down at his wounds, picking out the flecks of glass. Cursing under his breath he searched out a first aid kit and cleaned himself up over by the sink. Flashes of him being at the mercy of the Hellhound played through his head and curiosity got the better of him. He lifted his shirt to inspect himself in the mirror, expecting there to be some pretty gnarly reminders of his encounter.

He was stunned to find that there was nothing, not a single mark. In fact none of his old scars from all those years of hunting were where they should be either. He felt a heat on his shoulder like he had been sunburned. Lifting his sleeve he hissed and cried out as an angry red hand print revealed itself.

Dean grabbed his goods and headed out the door towards the pay phone he had seen on the way in. First he tried Sam's number when he got a dial tone saying the number was out of service he dialed Bobby's instead.

Holding the phone to his ear he prayed that someone would answer, that he would be able to hear a familiar voice, Sam's voice, Bobby's voice, anybody.

"Hello?"

Dean paused with uncertainty, not expecting the female voice on the other end of the line, "Is Bobby Singer there, it's Dean Winchester I need to talk to him?"

"Whoever the hell this is, don't call back. This is not a laughing matter. If you do dare call this number again, I'll hunt you down and shove a machete up your ass," the voice growled at him and the line went dead.

He held the phone away from him and stared at it, anger and confusion marring his features. He dropped the phone on the receiver, hardly deterred by the angry woman on the other end. He had every intention of trying again. He decided to wait a short while and down another bottle of water to take his thirst away.

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Bobby raised his head from his glass; he had heard the tone in Alex's voice but hadn't quite been able to make out what she said. He knew her well enough to know that whoever it was had put her in a sour enough mood for her to want to leave without telling him who it was on the other line.

He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his weary face, he hadn't managed the will to ask her who it was before she left out the door. He wasn't sure he really cared.

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'Still feel it all slipping away but it doesn't matter anymore
Everybody's still chipping away but it doesn't matter anymore
Look through these blackened eyes
You'll see ten thousand lies...'

Nine Inch Nails 'Last' blasted out of the Nova's speakers. The classic car galloped up the small hill and under the archway to Singer's Salvage Yard. Von pulled up the car and cut the engine, silence drowning out her hearing, stepping out of the car she shrugged out of her jacket under the heat of the sun, leaving herself in only a dark brown tank top and her faded blue jeans.

Her black strapped biker boots crunched heavily in the gravel and dirt and she leaned in to grab her duffle bags. Sorcha leapt out after her and the pair arrived at Bobby's door with long strides. Von's head had turned to the red '69 Camaro parked out front, music making the car's windows vibrate with bass. Though she didn't take the opportunity to find out who the occupant was she could appreciate the person's taste in music but shook her head when she noticed the white racing stripes.

Von turned to the door in front of her and knocked loudly, waiting only a moment before the door opened. She stepped inside with Sorcha behind her. Once the door had closed she dropped her bag and embraced Bobby in a tight hug. She was anchoring him now, giving him what little strength she had left in her. Bobby returned the hug just as forcefully. They held the embrace until the elder hunter held her at arms length, checking her up and down, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"Good to see ya," Bobby managed to say and they moved into the study to talk about what they had to talk about.

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Alex had heard a car come up the drive, heard the door to it shut and even the sound of the house door opening. She sighed, chances were it was Von. Sitting up, looking into the rear view mirror hating how her long brown hair had curled in every spot where it had been straight in this humid air. Eyes shifting to the other car she nodded in appreciation at the choice of classic. Turning the engine off, pocketing her keys she exited the vehicle and headed up the stairs of the porch, entering through the door that had yet to be shut.

Finding that there was a dog wasn't helpful. Alex didn't know why but she never got along with dogs no matter how much they loved her, and boy did they love her, yet she didn't love them.

"Long time," she said, staring at the red head, mentally shaking her head at how much Von looked the same.

Bobby had just started to give her the details she couldn't get from him over the phone. They stopped talking when they heard someone enter the house and Von turned to see a brunette about her age enter the study. At first she wasn't quick to recognize the woman in front of her but when she spoke she knew instantly who it was.

"Yeah been awhile," she replied guardedly, eyes dark and suspicious that Alex after all this time was here at Bobby's in front of her now. Sorcha quietly observed the brunette from Von's side, making no sign that she was planning on moving. There was something about this one that Sorcha couldn't quite place and so was more than content to keep a watchful eye on her.

"Alex has been here since it happened," Bobby broke the uncomfortable silence. Von nodded at Bobby's explanation of Alex's presence. Turning only slightly to keep an eye on both the hunters.

"Sorry I couldn't get down here sooner, big demon problems up north, I haven't been able to figure out whom yet, but another Devil's Gate was opened," she looked to Alex then Bobby. "I've been doing some damage control but the bastards are spreading like wild fire."

"Did you call Rufus, Ellen, and other hunts to inform them of that?" Alex asked, coming in fully and shutting the door, walking up to the two, sneaking a glance at the dog and then back. "Second door on your right, up the stairs. Bunk bed."

Moving around and past, Alex went over to the fridge, grabbing a second beer before asking. "Want one?" Holding it up to show what she was talking about.

"I already have some people on it," Von replied bluntly, her keen gaze tracking Alex as she moved to the kitchen. Von was up for something a little stronger than beer but nodded anyway.

This was something that was awkward. Alex felt that there was something different about Von, yeah a lot of years have gone by and things have happened, but it made her feel weird. Normally she could tell who other people were, a sense that she gained thanks to her other half, but it didn't come on command. She could tell just by the small glance at the dog earlier that it was being cautious of her, a well trained pet. Smart too considering what she was. Hell, she didn't trust other people straight off the bat, and to find that the dog was the same way made her give her props. Dog was practically human.

"Bobby has been through enough over the accident so whatever you came here to really do besides just catch up, save it."

Hmm...going with the approach of bitch are we? She's your friend Alex, well was. Can't you be a bit nicer? Oh wait I forgot who I was talking to. Changed a lot since you were 16 haven't ya?

Alex could feel the grin on the thing's face inside her and she ignored it, her face blank and evasive.

Shouldn't have said anything Alex, Bobby will tan your hide.

Shutting the fridge, grabbing another beer, she walked back to Bobby and Von, handing over the cold bottle. Noticing Bobby giving her the look, she acted as if nothing was wrong, when in fact she was cringing inside. Bobby had that affect on her since she was a teen.

"Yeah, thanks," she said dismissively and took the bottle from Alex, popping the cap off with one of her silver rings while Alex told her to lay off whatever else she was here for.

Bobby shot her a warning glare and locked eyes with her. He wasn't going to tolerate Alex's crap and have the two women throwing down in the middle of his study when the hunter set Von off. Von stared at Alex strangely and turned to Bobby, the subtle question on her face. Accident?

She doesn't know then. Better that way I guess, better watch her damn mouth though before I rip it off her face.

Von's smile was more like a sneer while she brought the mouth of the beer bottle up to her lips, "What I came here to really do? I don't think it's wise to go visiting my intentions, its hot enough outside without you filling this room with hot air."

Von was still that shy, reserved girl but she didn't tolerate crap from anybody and wasn't afraid to let them know about it. She'd been in enough fights to prove it.

"Hey!" Bobby barked with an equally intense glare geared at Von. "Both of ya smarten up; I'm going through enough shit without breaking you two up before you destroy my house."

Von fell silent and Alex was affected in a similar way. She sighed and moved towards a chair, dropping down in it. Sorcha sat next to the chair and Von started to massage the dog's scalp between her black pointed ears.

"The two of you have a lot to catch up on and if you can't settle it with talkin' then take it the hell outside understand?" Bobby turned his head to each in turn, leaving no room for argument.

"Yes sir," Von replied respectfully and took a long pull from her beer.

The red head kept Alex in her peripheral, thinking she had pissed off some higher power and Alex being there to complicate everything was her punishment. They were too far apart now. Too much had happened, and they had changed so much both inside and out. Alex looked a little worn around the edges a little rougher and though Von didn't look it, at least to most, she had been through her fair share of trials herself. And bore all the memories and scars both physical and mental from those experiences.

The job wasn't without its perks though. Like knowing someone who had a way to get Dean back, really back, none of that zombie revenant bullshit. She'd probably have to kill the bitch to get what she needed, but Von had never had a problem with killing witches. She hated them.

"Whatever Bobby. I'm going to change," Alex said, going up the stairs and to her room.

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Bobby shook his head. That was as good an agreement he was going to get out of Alex as any. The witch and the elder hunter watched Alex leave the study.

"It's friggin' hot down here Bobby," Von started, taking a drink from her cold beer and making a satisfied sigh. Bobby caught her gaze meaningfully causing Von to pause her attempt at cheer. She clasped her beer in both hands in front of her while she leaned forward, staring solemnly at the worn wooden floor.

"So she doesn't know?" Von spoke at length, head turning towards Bobby's reply.

He shook his head, "No, she thinks it was a hunting accident, doesn't know anything more than that."

Von nodded and sighed. "What about Sam...he's not-"

"No, but we've...lost touch," Bobby fiddled with his ball cap but Von had seen the sadness in his eyes.

"Right," she washed the bitter taste out of her mouth with more beer. "I wouldn't be taking it too well either."

Hell I'm not taking it too well, I feel dead inside, and angry. Angrier than I think I've ever been.

"I'm going to get him back Bobby, no matter what it takes," Von promised with cold determination, a spark igniting in her emerald green eyes.

Bobby frowned and shook his head; he had heard those very words from Sam before he stopped talking all together. Before he left because there was nothing keeping him here. Sam's name almost passed his lips but he caught himself.

"Von," he looked at her pleadingly, asking her not to go down that road because she wouldn't find what she was looking for. And she may not ever be able to find her way back.

"No Bobby, there is a way, there's a chance, and I'm going to take it," there was a ferocity in her eyes, the heat of her soul burning bright within.

"Alright, what do we do?"

Von smiled then finishing off the rest of her beer. "We're gonna kill us a witch."

Author End Note: We hope you enjoyed, from here on out updates will be once every week or so. Thanks for reading and reviews are loved. – Wynter and Tori