"Agents Paige and Plant, FBI." I heard Dean say as he introduced himself and Sam to the mortician.

God, it's good to have Sam back. Dean has returned to being a normal human.

Yes, Sam is back. It was odd, when we went to Kansas City Dean's attitude completely changed. I mean right before we went to bed Sam had called saying he was Lucifer's vessel and Dean had brushed it off as if it wasn't big news. Then I wake up in the morning to a big bear hug and then he was off to go meet up with Sam.

When I confronted him about this, he told me that Zachariah had zapped him five years into the future. He wouldn't say what he saw, but he said he was going to make sure it never came true. Though, I think he might be going overboard. He has been watching Sam like a hawk, making sure he doesn't teach Cas anymore bad habits, and he has been extremely protective over me.

He reports whatever Sam does to Bobby, which Sam I know is starting to catch on to. He doesn't let us do any hunts that have to do with demons. He won't even call Cas anymore. This is funny because, well, that just proves that if Dean acted like a normal human being it would kill him.

With me, if we are at a bar or working a job, he will watch me constantly. If a drunk guy came up to me and tried to flirt, Dean will growl and push him back before he can get a crappy pick-up line out. There was a ghost case not too long ago, where the ghost had me cornered and Captain Dipstick, not only rushed in blindly, went at the ghost without salt rounds, iron, or anything useful. He almost got himself killed.

I get that Dean is just looking out for us, but this is a little excessive. I will say, though, that for the past couple days he has been much better. And now that we are on a new case, things are even better.

"So what are you writing that you need this information?" A young intern asked as he walked back to me carrying a file.

"I'm a brand new columnist for Arkansas Weekly, just got hired on. What was the official cause of death?" I asked while flashing him my best smile, which probably only made me look like an idiot.

"This is going to sound crazy but she scratched her brains out." The guy said looking to the floor.

"I didn't know that was possible." I said really just wondering aloud.

"I think it has to do with the kid she was babysitting." He replied rapidly.

I looked to him genuinely confused. "The kid? He's only 11, right? How could he be a part of it?"

"I used to live on their block. That kid has been a prankster since he could walk. I say he put extra-strength itching powder on her head or something." He said leaning into me whispering.

"Thanks. I think I've got all I need." I said walking away suppressing an eye-roll.

You can tell that kids straight out of high school.

Once Dean and Sam were done with their interview, I told them what gossip I heard. We decided to go to the house she was found in, since the couple had found her and we would be able to talk to the kid.

Or I should say they got to talk to the kid while I had to go check out a death in a nursing home.

"Sir, you were the one who was the last to speak with Mr. Freely?" I asked walking up to an elderly gentleman sitting at a table.

"I don't understand. I didn't know it would really work." He said staring out a window.

"You didn't know what would work?" I asked kneeling down to his level.

"All I did was shake his hand." He replied holding out his hand to reveal a hand buzzer.

Whoa, this is new.

I met with the guys and as it turns out, the kid had actually put some itching powder on his babysitter's head. When I told them about the buzzer, the first thing we did was test it out.

We geared up in electro-resistant suits and Dean decided he wanted to test it out on a ham.

"Ready?" Dean asked looking back to us.

"Yeah, mister wizard." Sam replied.

When Dean touched the buzzer to the ham, it went from butcher shop raw to well-done in 5.5 seconds, shocking all of us.

"That'll do pig." Dean said surprising no one.

"What the hell? These things aren't supposed to work." I said as Dean removed the buzzer and gloves from his hands.

"The thing doesn't even have batteries." Sam pointed out. "So are we looking at cursed objects?"

"Sounds good." Dean said taking out his switch-blade and cutting pieces of the ham to eat.

"May be there's a powerful witch in town?" I added as Sam and I both stared at Dean as he at the buzzer-fried ham.

"Is there any link between the buzzer and the itching powder?" He said through bites.

"One was made in China the other was made in Mexico." Sam said.

"But they were both bought from the same store." I said as Sam and I were still amazed.

"What?" Dean asked after we both rejected a piece of the ham.

Sam gave him a scolding puppy look and I just laughed.

"Dean, stop eating the ham and let's go." I said ushering them out of the door.

We went to talk with the shop owner, but after Dean decided to try and scare some truth out of him, we realized that there was no way a chicken like him could be a witch. The trip ended with Dean apologizing and the three of us running out of the store like bats from hell were chasing us.

We weren't able to come up with anything that night, but the next morning we read the paper and found out that a man had all thirty-two teeth stolen. Sam talked with the victim, Dean flirted with a nurse, and, well, I flirted with a male nurse. I had just got done talking with Chad when I heard Sam talking with Dean.

"He wrote down a description: 5'10, 360 lbs, wings, and a pink tutu. He says it was the tooth fairy." Sam said finishing with a smile. "Whatever it was got past locked windows and doors. It also left 32 quarters underneath his pillow."

"Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some." Dean said. "There's a guy whose face… 'froze that way'."

"What way?" Sam asked.

I laughed when Dean crossed his eyes and parted his lips with both hands.

"Apparently, he held it too long and it stuck." Dean said rubbing his face muscles while glaring at me.

"There are also a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers who say they got them from drinking soda with pop rocks." I said wondering what the hell was going on.

"Well, if you add all that up…"

Yeah, I want to hear what you come up with genius.

"I got nothing." Sam finished with a shrug.

"I thought sea monkeys were real." Dean said after a slight pause.

"They are, but is now really the time for a confession?" I asked earning another glare from Dean.

"No, I mean like in the ads. The sea monkey wife who cooks for the sea monkey husband and sea monkey children play with the dog in the sea monkey castle, real. I mean I was six, but I believed it." Dean said.

"What's your point?" Sam asked getting Dean off the topic of sea monkeys.

"My point is maybe that's the connection." When Sam and I gave a look that said we didn't follow, Dean went on to explain himself. "The pop rocks and coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you, the tooth fairy, they are all lies that kids believe."

"And now they are coming true." I said piecing a bit of the insane puzzle together.

"So whatever's doing this is reshaping reality. It would have the powers of a god or a trickster." Sam said with a less than amused face.

So this is what Dean meant by saying that Sam has 'Bitch Faces'.

"Yeah, with a sense of humor of a nine-year-old." Dean added.

"Or you." I finished which got me my third glare of the morning.

Later while Dean was eating a ham sandwich (Yes, from the same, joy-buzzer ham.) Sam came in and found that everything was happening within a two-mile radius. In the center was a farm house that was just calling for us to visit.

Upon arriving, Sam pulled out his lock-picking kit and leaned down to the door. Before he could do anything, the door opened to reveal a kid about 9 years old. "Can I help you?"

"Hi!" Sam said as stunned as the rest of us. "What's your name?"

"Who wants to know?" The kid replied.

Didn't your mom ever teach you not to answer a question with a question?

"The FBI." Dean stated as they pulled out their badges.

The kid took the badges and looked them over quickly, then looked to me.

"I'm a supervisor sent to make sure that the agents are doing their job correctly." I said with a smile.

"Are your parents home?" Dean asked taking his badge back.

"They work." Came a clipped reply.

"Would you mind if we asked you some questions, took a look around the house?" Sam asked sounding completely professional.

"I don't know." The kid said looking us all over with a suspicious eye.

"Come on, you can trust us. We're the authorities." Dean said gesturing to the badges.

After a beat the kid allowed us entrance and led us into the kitchen. Sam tried bonding with him when he saw that he was making himself dinner, but that didn't work very well, so I decided to intervene.

"I'm Crystal and this is Robert and David." I said extending my hand.

"Jesse." He said shaking my hand.

For a kid Jesse is very mature.

"So, this is what you think the tooth fairy looks like?" Dean asked pulling a drawn picture of a grungy man dressed in a tutu off the fridge.

"Yeah, my dad told me about him. Didn't your dad ever tell you about the tooth fairy?" Jesse asked with a sarcastic tone.

"My dad… He told me different stories." Dean said.

"Well, this isn't a story. It's real." Jesse replied.

The three of us exchanged a knowing look.

"Jesse, what do you know about itching powder?" I asked.

"That stuff will make you itch your brains out."

"What about pop rocks and coke?" Dean asked.

"If you mix them you will end up in the hospital."

Whatever he believes is true becomes real!

Dean looked to Sam and then pulled the joy-buzzer out of his pocket.

"You shouldn't have that." Jesse said taking a step back.

"Why?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"It can electrocute you." He said.

"Actually, it can't." Dean said. "It's just a windup toy. It's totally harmless. It doesn't even have batteries."

"So it can't shock you?" Jesse asked relaxing a bit.

"Nope." Dean said shaking his head. "It's actually pretty lame, all it does is shake in your hand. See?"

I could have sworn that Sam shit his pants. Dean had pushed the buzzer into Sam's shoulder and, sure enough, it did as it was supposed to. Still, Sam was scared and Jesse was laughing.

We talked with him for a couple more seconds and then we headed back to the Impala.

"Dude, what the hell?" Sam asked pulling another bitch face.

"I had a hunch, I went with it." Dean said with a shrug.

They continued to bicker, so I decided to play referee and put them both in the penalty box.

"Guys! Listen, Jesse is the one turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare. Everything he believes comes true." I said getting into the backseat.

"Convince him that joy buzzers don't work and they go back to being crap toys." Sam said making more sense from my nonsense.

"He doesn't even know he's doing it." I said looking back to him.

Dean looked between Sammy and me after starting up the engine. "How is he doing it?"

If we only knew.

Sam, later that night, was able to find that Jesse was adopted. No father was listed, but the mother only lived across the state.

"Alright, let's go." I said grabbing my bag.

"You're staying here." Dean said. "We need you to keep an eye on Jesse."

"Oh, ok. I guess I'll go over tomorrow and just hang out with him." I said with a slight pout.

"Jeez, and you guys say I have the bitch face?" Sam said with a smile. Well, he had a smile before I chucked a pillow at his face causing him to run out the door.

"Here." Dean said handing me a long, small box.

I opened it to find a black tactical boot knife with a leather sheath just waiting for a good owner.

"Oh wow." I said removing the sheath.

It was a black, standard, boot knife blade with silver edging and blood letters. The hilt was black with a blue emblem of a horse on it.

"It's not a demon killing knife, but it's a Colt so it's close enough." Dean said with a smirk.

"It's gorgeous. Thank you, Dean." I said giving him a hug. "Now get out of here, we've got a town to save."

Dean gave me a smile that stole my breath away and then was gone.

What am I getting myself into? No. I'm not getting myself into anything. I just like him as a friend. Yeah… I'm a terrible liar.

I changed for bed, trying to convince myself that I was just sick or something, and climbed into bed knowing that I failed. Then, I fell asleep and, thanks to a few beers, I didn't have a single dream.

The next morning, I went over to Jesse's, like I said I would, and he was much more relaxed.

"So, you just want to babysit me?" He asked a tad confused.

"I just want to make sure that nothing bad happens to you." I said in complete honesty.

After that we watched TV, crafts, and everything else that we could possibly think of. We were completely normal. Even when his parents came home, they believed my story that I was with the FBI and we had just seen some suspicious activity in the area. When I had said I just wanted to make sure Jesse was safe, they had no other doubts; they even asked me to babysit while they had to run into town. It was then I got a phone call from Dean.

"Long story short, he's the child of a demon." He said after explaining what had happened to his mother.

"That explains everything, but I've never heard of anything like this." I said confused about how a child as sweet as Jesse could be a demon spawn.

"We are going to call Cas. I will call you back when we know more." He said.

We hung up and that was it.

When Jesse's parents came back, I took it as my time to leave. They were all tired and I was interested in what Castiel would say. I got to the end of their driveway when my phone began to ring.

"What'd he say?" I asked.

"Cas is on his way to kill the kid." Dean said making my heart stop beating. "He says he's the antichrist and that if Lucifer get's his hands on him he could destroy the angels."

That was all I needed to know. I sprinted back to the house to find Jesse staring at a toy on the floor.

"Jesse are you ok?" I asked walking closer. I had to stop, though, when I saw the toy.

It was a man holding a knife in the air wearing a trench coat.

"I did that." Jesse asked.

Before I could answer, Dean and Sam burst in through the front door. "Did he show up?" Sam asked quickly.

Rather than answering, I picked up the Castiel action figure and handed it to them. We all looked to each other and then back to Jesse.

Talk about powerful.

"How did I do that?" Jesse asked me as Dean put Cas on the mantle.

I couldn't answer because I didn't know what the plan was, so I let Dean answer.

"You're a super hero."

Great, this is what I get for letting Dean do the talking.

"I am?" Jesse said believing him.

Dean went on to tell him about how Jesse was a special child and that we were there to take him somewhere he could be trained to fight evil. Jesse seemed on board with the plan, until Dean went flying against the wall. Just as a woman walked in I ducked behind a wall. NO, I was not leaving Jesse by himself, I had to know what I was up against before I could do anything.

"They're lying to you." She said simply.

Sam rose to fight her, but, like I knew I would have ended up, she threw him against the wall with just a wave of her hand.

"Stay right there, dream boat. Can't hurt you. Orders. You on the other hand, hurting you is encouraged." She said looking to Dean.

After she flung Dean around for a second, she turned to Jesse and began to tell him that he was half-demon. That everyone he has ever known lied to him.

"Doesn't that make you angry?!" The demon finished.

Jesse clenched his fists and the whole house began to shake. He was angry alright, but he wasn't only angry at us, so I still had a chance.

"It does. Come with me." She said. "There will be no more lies."

I could tell that Jesse was going to go with her, so, even though I had no idea how to kill her, I rushed in.

"Jesse, she is lying to you too!" I said causing the demon whip around to me. "She will take you somewhere that will make you do things you don't want to do!"

That was all I could say before she threw me against a wall too. She clenched her fist and if felt like someone was reaching inside my throat and closing my wind pipe.

"I'm… Sorry… we… lied… but… don't… go…" I said in between gasps.

"Stop it." Jesse said knocking her hold on me. "I want to hear what she has to say."

"We lied, but I can't take that back now, but here's the truth." I said shocking the demon. "My name is Angel. This is Sam and Dean Winchester. We all hunt monsters. This woman is your mother like she said, but what you are talking to is a demon possessing her."

"A demon?" Jesse asked. I could tell he was scared, but he had to know all of this.

"This woman has done nothing but lie to you. Punish her!" The demon called, but Jesse was having none of it.

"Sit down and shut up." He said forcing her into a chair and muting her.

"There's a war between angels and demons and you're a part of it. Much like I am." I said realizing how much Jesse and I were alike.

"You're like this too?" He asked with pleading eyes.

"I woke up not knowing who I was, but that everyone was trying to kill me. I do have powers, I don't know if they are like yours because I can't control them like you can. I'm sorry, but you are going to face this for your entire life." I said sadly.

"I'm just a kid." Jesse said trying to keep his tears at bay.

"I know. Listen, you can go with her if you want, no one can stop you, but if you do millions of people will die. You are half-demon, just like I am, but you are half-human too. You have choices." I said believing that the sweet kid I watched today had the power to make the right choice.

"Get out of her." He said turning to the demon, which exploded out the woman.

Both Sam and Dean fell from the wall.

Dean looked to Jesse. "Kid, you're awesome."

"Now what?" Jesse asked looking to the three of us.

"Now we take you someplace safe. Get you trained up." Dean answered. "You'd be useful in a fight kid."

"What if I don't want to fight?" He asked.

"I'm sorry Jesse." Sam said.

"I'll go if I can take my parents." He countered understanding the situation.

"Nothing is more important than family, we get that, but our dad died on this job." Dean tried to explain. "A demon killed him."

"What should I do?" This poor kid was completely confused and I can understand.

He doesn't want to come with us. We are pushing him.

"We can't tell you that. It's completely up to you." I said hoping he caught my implication.

He looked to me and I know that he understood me. He looked back to Dean and Sam. "Can I go see my parents? I need to say goodbye."

"Sure." Dean said and Jesse went up the stairs.

He will be far away in about three minutes where no one will ever find him.

I smiled. It was kind of cool to meet someone like me. It definitely showed me that I need to figure out what I can do.

After a few a minutes, Dean looked to Sam. "He's been up there a while."

The guys took off up the stairs while I lagged behind. I found them in Jesse's room.

"He's gone." Castiel said coming up behind us all. I walked into the room not paying attention to their conversation.

Be safe Jesse!

"You let him get away." A British voice said. I turned around to find a short middle aged man standing behind me.

"Crowley, what are you doing here?" Dean growled out.

"Oh, I'm just picking up the key. Someone I know would like a word with her." He said stepping closer to me.

"You aren't taking her anywhere." Dean said marching over to us.

"I'm afraid I am." And with that, Crowley placed his hand on my shoulders and the next thing I knew I was in an old Victorian house.

"Where am I?" I asked prepared to fight.

"As I said, someone would like to talk with you." He said as if I was a moron.

He went to step closer to me, but I took the Colt out of my boot and slashed at him, cutting a bit of his right side.

"Crowley! Stop tormenting our guest." I heard a familiar female voice say. "I'm sorry my partner is not the nicest host."

I looked up to the staircase to find the person I have wanted to see.

"Arielle!"