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"I know it sounds crazy!" Krystal says hurriedly.

Sam and Dean look at each other. "Black eyes, are you sure?"

"Yes, I know what you think…I'm not crazy. Maybe… Maybe the light tricked my eyes."

Sam looks at Dean warning him against saying anything before looking back at the scared young girl,

"Look Krystal, it was," he sighs, "probably exactly that."

Krystal sighs, "I was kind of expecting you to tell me I am crazy. Anyways, the black eyed man stabbed me, in the torso, and was about to do it again but I ran. I ran and ran holding my stomach and things were looking pretty good until I tripped. I must have hit my head, because I don't remember much else. But judging by these badass cuts…" she says lifting up her arm revealing slash marks, "he was trying to finish me off. I do remember a flash of white right scaring him off."

Sam raises an eyebrow and Dean looks over to him and mouths "Cass?"

Sam shrugs. "Do you remember anything else about the thing that scared away the man?"

"No, but whatever it was, it is my Guardian Angel. Along with you two of course."

Dean smiles, "What's the next thing you remember?"

"Well I must have come to not long after that, and I ran. I had so much adrenaline I just kept going! And after a while I came to the highway and I was so tired. I could barely move. I fell to my knees and the next thing I remember, was a man, you, telling me it was okay, and then it all went black." She looks at both of the boys with a sad smile and continues, "I don't know how I can make it up to you guys for saving my life, but I will."

Dean smiles back, "Usually I would say you could go get a drink with me, but I respect you, and I actually have another question I was hoping you could answer."

"Bring it!"

Dean laughs "Well Sam and I are here visiting, and we wanted to know, we heard that there have been men disappearing at Kripke Bay, is that true?"

Krystal nods solemnly, "It's been all over the news. Personally I think it's a woman."

Sam leans in, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, think about it. Only taking men, extreme violence towards some of those men, and they are even near water! Wouldn't it be easier to overpower someone in water?"

"Wow you really seem to know what you are talking about."

"Well being a psychology and criminology double major will do that."

"I'm impressed." He smiles politely at her, "Well, my brother and I should probably go unpack, but will you be here later if we have any questions?"

"Yea, I should be here. But if not you can call me anytime. I'm usually here or at school," she hands Sam a piece of paper a genuine smile lighting her delicate features.

Dean lazily swings an arm over his "little" brother's shoulder, "I'll make sure he calls you." He winks. Sam rolls his eyes,

"It was nice to see you again Krystal. I'm really glad you're feeling better. I'll talk to you later."

Krystal is still giggling as she waves goodbye to the boys,

"Okay see you soon."

Sam and Dean enter the hotel room taking in the aqua walls and sea-green beds. On the wall over one the beds is a picture of a ship and over the other, a ship's wheel made of a sleek burgundy red.

Sam scoffs and turns towards Dean,

"Dude! Could you have been any more embarrassing?"

"Oh don't be such a drama queen Sammy, she likes you!"

"She's been through so much already… I won't inflict myself, or this life, on her."

"Sam-"

"Dean, Drop it."

"I'm just saying," he stops short after receiving a particularly nasty bitch-face from Sam, "Okay, I get it, Jeez. Fine, so changing the subject, What the hell is going on in this town? First, some weird ass sea creature and now Demons? It seems improbable that they would be in the same place at the same time…"

"Unless…"

"Unless?"

"Unless, the Demons are searching for something. And, well, maybe the sea creatures are looking for it too? Maybe?" He sighs, "I don't know. Maybe we could ask Cass… why don't you try to get a hold of him, while I do research?" He finishes taking his laptop out of his bag.

Dean nods and stands up. He takes his phone out of his pocket and flips it open.

"Hey Cass, its Dean."

"Hello Dean. Where are you? I would prefer to talk to you in person."

"Uh, we're at the Sirens Inn, in Harrison, yea… room 23 come on in."

Cass appears standing about an inch from Dean. His hair is disheveled, his coat and tie wrinkled, and he has a grimace on his handsome face.

Dean takes a step back looking Cass up and down, "Dude. What happened to you?"

"I got attacked by a shifter on the way here, but do not worry. I took care of it."

Sam raises an eyebrow, "Well are you alright?"

"I am fine. But they are becoming especially out of control-"

"One problem at a time my naive angel friend, us humans don't come with special features like you."

Cass cocks his head to the left and narrows his eyes, "Are you comparing me to a car?"

"Yea…if we were cars you'd be a Lamborghini and we'd be a minivan."

Cass looks even more confused and is about to open his mouth when Sam cuts in, "Stop messing with him Dean. Castiel, do you know anything about mermaids?"

"Well I know that they are very similar to Sirens… and that they use their beauty to lure their prey. Most Sirens on the other hand will use their voices to ensnare their victims. We have had to deal with both of them before, especially in the time of Ancient Greece. Sirens particularly loved to lure sailors passing by into the rocks. And mermaids would drag the survivors to their deaths."

Dean grimaces. "You mean they worked together?"

Castiel nods, "Sometimes, yes."

"Wow," Sam says, "If this is a mermaid, how lethal do you think it is?"

"Honestly, if this is a mermaid, very. I have never heard of a mermaid this far north, let alone this far west. Also, usually mermaids travel in groups of 3-4 and this one seems to be alone, suggesting it either went rouge or is out for revenge."

"And the same goes for a Siren. They are ruthless, and dangerous. They will not rest until they grow tired of this place."

Dean sighs and opens the fridge grabbing a beer and sinking into the nearest chair, "Great…just awesome."

He is about to take a swig when there is a sudden rapid knocking on the door. Dean shares a look with his brother and carefully reaches for his gun on the table and sticks it into the back of his pants before silently getting up and heading towards the door.

Krystal's voice floats, muffled, from the other side of the door,

"Sam, Dean, it's Krystal. There's been another killing!"

A/N: Okay, so now we are finally getting to the action part. I wanted to include it in this chapter but I didn't want it to be like 3000 words so I will have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Hopefully tomorrow, or Saturday. Thanks for sticking with me guys!