*Bobby's P.V.O*

Sam and Dean Winchester sons of the asshole John Winchester. They were in need of help and not the kind of help I can give them. It seems some witches had been killed but not a mark on their bodies and only true horror on their faces.

I drew a heavy sigh knowing dean would hit on Raven and Raven would return the favour only more literally. So I started leading them out to where Sage was working.

*Dean's P.O.V*

Bobby was watching me for some strange reason when we entered the shed I realised why; when I entered I saw a body to die for. Long black hair all in tiny plaits with beads and feathers weighing them down all held back with a piece to twine.

Worn black jeans encased and hugged the figure with a large loose fitting button up shirt with large scuffed combat boots that looked about 10 years old.

"Sage" said Bobby. Watching as this vision turned around the face surprisingly male. With a mark of grease on their cheek. "Winchester Brothers, I think you remember them?"

"John's sons? Of course Bobby hardly forget those who steal a hunt from me." Came the reply in a male voice with an English accent. "S.R Grimm" he said. "Nice to actually meet you." I watched as his eyes met Bobby's for a minute and then raised an eyebrow.

Turns to me and says "is there something you need my assistance in Dean Winchester?" he sits down in front of a half rebuilt engine and stars working. After a minute of silence he says "talk I need to finish the engine for my Bel Air."

"Witches have been found dead with not reason to be dead, all healthy and dead with a look of pure terror on their faces."

I watched with fascination as the knuckles holding the wrench turned white with pressure. "Anything strange in the houses? Anything linking the victims? Names? High schools? Place of birth?" Came the answer.

*3rd person P.O.V*

"You know what killed them." Sam said with a look of conviction on his face and suspicion in his voice.

"Not what… who the people I have been hiding from for the last few years keeping a low profile and trying to find out who it is."

"A skull is found floating above the victim's house males and females alike different ages and sex and often leaves a calling card…" answered Bobby.

"The floating skull and snake are the calling card." Sage answered. Cutting off Bobby. "I suggest you boy's show me and I'll deal with it you are nowhere near equipped to deal with this problem."

"Well then what makes you equipped, then?" asked Sam.

Raven turned to look at them his eyes ancient with pain, horror and anger. "I have faced them before, the last time 13 years since i faced them. I stopped and killed their leader once and for all."

Bobby, Dean and Sam made their way across to the house while Raven cleaned up the grease on his face, arms and hands. Sage walked across the yard as he removed his loose shirt. As he moved in to the house it was in his hands.

He looked at the Winchester boys for but a second and turned to walk up the stairs, were he felt them catch a look at the two large black wings and markings tattooed onto his back. He returned 20 minutes later dressed in low riding leather pants, his combat boots and a vest of unknown animal material. A dagger was worn on his hip. He moved to where Bobby and the Winchester brothers were sitting.

"Did you know that within this world there is another? Hidden away in plain sight?" asked Raven.

"What do you mean?" asked Dean suspiciously.

"A world where unicorns exist, merpeople, giants, centaurs and magic" said Sage "the wizards and witches there didn't make deals for their magic but were born with their powers."

"Then why haven't we heard of it before?"

"The Spanish Inquisition? Salam witch trials? Do these sound familiar? We hide to stay alive once long ago we lived together side by side then the non-magical's turned on us and we went into hiding. Also because very few wizards speak to non-magical people or are very careful about what they speak about."

Dean looked at Raven suspiciously. "I shall tell you a story upon my return o only ask that you remind me and when I tell the story you don't interrupt me."

With a CRACK he was gone.