After filling Opal in on what had happened, Sam escorted Opal back to Dean and the Dillards. Dean looked up when they got there, smiling when he saw Opal. She finger waved at him and greeted the Dillards, apologizing for their loss. The Dillards treated her like any other houseguest, Nathan accepting the apology and then comforting Leilani when she burst into tears again.

"We'll figure this out," Sam assured Leilani, "I promise, ."

Leilani nodded and took the handkerchief Nathan had offered her. She was blowing her nose when Dean, Sam, and Opal left.

"You sticking around this time?" Dean asked Opal as they went around the house and to the front where the cars were parked,
"Or do you still have work to do first?"

Sam winced. He was glad Opal had come back at all and couldn't imagine her leaving now. Opal's eyes flickered to Sam's for a second before she glanced back at Dean and smiled.

"Yeah," she said, "What's the point of having bodyguards if I'm not gonna stick with em'."

Dean grinned and Sam smiled in spite of himself.

"Good," Dean said, "Sam was missing you."

Opal giggled while Sam hurried and covered his mouth. Dean said something, but his voice was muffled.

"Doesn't look like it," she commented, walking past them.

Sam let Dean go and caught up to her.

"What's that mean?" Sam asked, standing on the curb as she pushed the unlock button on the car remote.

She giggled as she turned around and faced him, leaning against the Ferrari.

"Do you take everything seriously, Sammy?" she asked, tiliting her head to the side.

Sam blinked, still wanting an answer. Opal smiled.

"I didn't get a hug, Sammy," she said, putting a finger in her mouth and batting her lashes.

Sam stood there stunned. He didn't know how to respond to that. Opal's sudden mischeviousness startled him.

Seeing he didn't know how to answer, Opal chuckled, opened her car door, and her strange, black dog hopped out.

By now Dean had caught up. His eyes locked automatically on the dog. The dog wasn't looking at him though. His furious eyes were on Sam now. His stance was aggressive as he stood protectively in front of Opal.

"Meet your other traveling companion," she said, obviously unaware of the dog's behavior, "This is King."

Sam glanced down at the dog, who was baring his teeth and growling at him.

"Something's wrong with him," he told her.

Opal scooped King up. He immediately stopped what he was doing and he wagged his tail excitedly. Opal held him at arm's length, looked him over, and glanced at Sam with an arched brow.

"He seems fine," she said, patting King's head.

"Maybe he just doesn't like me," Sam replied, suspicious of the dog's sudden change in behavior.
Maybe she's right....but the way he reacted to me.....

"Nah," Opal said, interrupting his thoughts, "He just doesn't know you yet."
Sam smiled slightly while Dean looked at something that had piqued his interest.

Dean whistled as he looked over Opal's car. The beautiful, orange-painted Ferrari glowed in the sunlight. He could see the interior where Opal had left a car door open. He could imagine running his hands over the tan upholstery. It was probably hot to the touch. Like its owner....At that he glanced at Sam, who was watching at Opal as they discussed something about the dog.

"So," Dean said suddenly, "That's your ride?"

Opal beamed proudly and ran a hand over the blazing hot hood.
"Yeah," she said, "It's my pride and joy."
King made a sound of distaste.
Opal smiled.
"Just like King," she added.
King barked at that and wagged his tail, pleased.

"Aren't you riding with us?" Sam asked, his excitement at Opal's sudden presence fleeting.
Opal smiled slightly.
"I really want to ride in my Ferrari," she said.
Sam could feel his charge slipping away again.
"We can take it with us," he said suddenly, an idea forming in his head.
Opal beamed, "Like a repoman?"
Sam smiled.
"Yeah," he said, "We can hook it up to the Impala."
"Woah, Sammy, hold up," Dean said, pulling Sam by the arm.

"What?" Sam said, when they were far enough from Opal and King.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," Dean said, "You're not getting a scratch on my baby."
"We won't," Sam assured him, "We'll just attach it to the Impala and drag it along."
"And you don't think her car will scratch mine?" Dean asked, obviously not buying the plan.
Sam sighed, exasperated and turned to look at Opal, who was currently leaning over in her car to get something. Seeing how much of her lower half was sticking out, he turned around, not wanting to be considered a pervert.
"Fine," Sam said, finding no other option, "She won't like it, but I'll just have to break it to her easy.
"You've got it bad," Dean commented. Sam didn't say anything.
Sam was heading back toward Opal and King when a thought made its way into Dean's head.
"Maybe she should just ride in front with me," Dean said.
Sam stopped and turned around slowly. A small, involuntary muscle twitched in his jaw, revealing his irritation.
"No," he told him.
Dean grinned and put up his hands in mock defeat.

It turned out that Opal wasn't as upset as Sam thought she'd be. He and Dean were both surprised (and amused) to find out she'd blackmailed a crooked car dealer in California. In exchange for her not ratting him out to the authorities about the expensive-looking but totally rigged vehicles he'd swindled customers into buying, he'd promised two, brand new luxury cars of her choice in every state.

***

Sam was looking out of the window as Dean drove and Opal sat quietly in the backseat. Dean glanced at him.
He looks like a dog with a bone, Dean thought with a chuckle as the wind whipped Sam's hair all over the place.
'Er', a voice added to Dean's thought, causing him to look around for the source. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Opal, who was texting on her phone with King alert and watching in her lap. She had an amused smile on her face as if she found something funny. Dean looked back at the road. As far as he could tell, she was a normal human being. She didn't seem like she was out to hurt them in any way. He hoped not. Sam seemed smitten with her, and she seemed to be somewhat interested in him, even though she hadn't pinned him to a wall or tried to make out with him since they met.
Then again, Dean's brows furrowed as if he was concentrating, his eyes flickering back to the mirror on Opal.
She was still a mystery and they didn't know anything about her. Her cheerfulness meant nothing. When they'd met her in the bar, she looked like she was on a mission, and she'd pinpointed them so easily.

"Dean?" a voice said, interrupting his thoughts.
He blinked and glanced to his right. Sam looked annoyed.

"What?" Dean said, causing Opal to blink and look up from the sudden break of silence in the car.
"You're staring," Sam muttered, his eyes flickering to the now observing Opal.
Dean scoffed, "Well, so were you!"
"I did not," Sam said defensively.
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night," Dean muttered.
"I bet I can help with that," Opal said suddenly, causing both boys to look in her direction, neither knowing she'd been listening.

"Wh-what?" Sam stammered, a nervous look crossing his face.
"Hey, hey, Sam," Dean said with a grin, elbowing Sam in the ribs, "I think that's an invitation. Better take it."
"Leave me alone," Sam muttered.
"Nah ah ah," she said, shaking a finger, "He hasn't even wined and dined me. I want a date."

Dean and Sam both glanced at her.

"Really?" they both asked.
Opal giggled suddenly, causing both boys to blink and glance at each other.
"Maybe, maybe not," she said.
Dean sighed.

"Tough luck, Sammy," he said, "She doesn't mix business with pleasure."
"Wrong," Opal said, causing Dean to look at her again.
"Huh?" he said.
"I don't mix friendship with pleasure," she said, "Business and pleasure go good together."
"Does that mean you have a good work ethic?" Sam asked.
Opal giggled.
"No," she said, "It means I love a man in uniform."
Dean grinned suddenly, causing Opal to shake her head.
"No, not you," she said, "I have a height limit and you don't meet that limit."
Sam laughed.
Dean glared at him, but a smile made its way to his face and he laughed too. For some reason, he couldn't stay mad with her. After the laughter died down and he'd sobered, Dean glanced in the rearview mirrow at Opal.
Feeling eyes on her, Opal looked up from her phone.

"So 'Miss Funny'," he said with a smile, "You got a last name?"
Opal smiled.
"Radcliff," she said.
"Like the dude that played Harry Potter?" Dean asked.
Opal laughed.
"Yeah," she said, "But without the 'e' on the end and I'm a lady."
"Yeah, we can see that," Dean said, giving her a slick smile.
"Height limit," she reminded him, and the laughter returned.

***

Opal was looking out of the window when they pulled up to the hotel. She glanced at Sam as Dean parked the car, his soft, even breathing letting her know he was fast asleep. An affectionate smile crossed her face, until she saw what Dean was doing.
He was reaching over slowly, his hand heading straight for the radio dial. Dean glanced at Opal, who shook her head in disapproval.
Dean put a finger to his lips and grasped the dial with two fingers. Opal's eyes flickered to Sam for a split second.
Papa Roach's 'To Be Loved' blared suddenly and Sam jumped, nearly hitting his head...again.

"Damn it, Dean!" he exclaimed, glaring, fists balled up.
"Now Sammy," Dean said, "You aren't gonna hit me in front of our lady now, are you?"

Sam glanced at Opal, who was giving him a nod of encouragement.

"Round one," she said.
Dean glanced at her.
"The hell?" he asked before he was shoved out of his open car door and tackled.

Opal smirked, picking up King and gracefully sliding out of her seat and standing a foot away from them.
After a while of watching the fists fly, Opal cleared her throat loudly and both boys looked up at her.
"Let's go," she said, "I need food."

Sam got up first and dusted himself off. He was about to walk to the hotel when Opal locked arms with him and nuzzled his right bicep. Sam flushed slightly.
Dean sat up, propped on his elbows and watching.
"How do you like that?" he muttered, causing Sam and Opal to glance at him, "He attacks me and still gets the girl."
"Shut up," Sam muttered and Opal giggled.
"Will a burger cheer you up?" she asked.
Dean got up, nodding vigorously.

Opal laughed and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Don't encourage him," Sam told her.
Opal glanced at him, looking him over with a gaze that made him flush and swallow a lump in his throat.
"You wanna smooch me, don't ya?" she asked, grinning.
Sam opened his mouth to speak and she let him go, walking away with a spring in her. As Sam stared in shock, Dean laughed.
"Dont'cha?" Dean said, grinning.
"If you sing that song," Sam muttered.
Dean laughed again.
***

When Opal walked in the lobby, the man at the desk was on the phone, most likely handling room service. Opal approached the desk, King at her heels. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other while she waited for him to finish.
She didn't wait long.
The man caught a flash of movement and looked up. He stopped midsentence, his mouth open.

"Hello," Opal greeted him, her tone playful and her eyes sparkling.

"H-h", was all the guy said.

"I would like to order room service for my friends and me," she said, glancing back as she heard Sam and Dean approaching.
Sam wouldn't meet her eyes and Dean was still smiling.
"Are these your friends?" the guy asked halfheartedly.
Opal smiled.
"Yeah," she said. She looked at them.
"You guys can order," she said, "It's my treat."
Dean stepped forward and made his order. As he did, Opal wandered off.
Sam looked up, seeing her walk away.
"Where are you going?"
Opal glanced back at him.
"Snack machine," she said, "These places never have the good junk on the menu."
"Junk?" Sam asked.
"Skittles, Starbursts, Smarties," she listed, then shrugged, "Junk."
"You really eat that stuff?" he asked, incredulous.

Opal smiled.

"I take it you don't," she said, "I'm no health-food girl. I have a sweet tooth."

"That's not all you like is it?" he asked.

Opal smirked slightly and looked like she might say something, judging from the twinkle in her chocolate eyes.
Sam felt heat pass through his body again in anticipation of her answer.

"I like spicy food," she said, and winked.

With that, Opal turned back around and wandered off...again.

***

Dean chewed his food, watching some game show on tv as Sam did research on the laptop. It was around ten then. Opal didn't show up until twelve after. She opened the door and met eyes with Sam, who gave her an odd look. King trotted in the room ahead of her and sat by a chair at the the wooden table. Dean glanced up at her over his newspaper, then looked back down at it.
"Where's the junk?" he asked.
Opal tossed him a pack of M&Ms.
"Enjoy," she said, closing the door and sashaying to where Sam was. He glanced at her nearly invisible reflection in the lit up laptop's screen but didn't say anything.
"What'cha doing?" she asked, grasping a shoulder in each palm and leaning over to watch with him.
"Research," he said, looking at a screen. The site he was on had a black background and words written in red to indicate a gothic scene. Opal scanned it for a few seconds.

"Not our monster," she said, causing Sam to look up.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Women's intuition," she said. Opal stepped back and reached in her purse, taking out her cellphone.
"I talked to Maria Hernandez," she continued, "Her sister Inez was very pregnant. She was attacked and died a few days after Miguel."

"Who's Maria?" Sam asked.
"One of Leilani's cousins," Opal said, "We met at the wake, and I don't know about you two, but I don't think this is your run-of-the-mill demon here."
"What do you know about demons?" Dean asked, looking up from his newspaper.
"Enough to survive," she said simply.
"Anyway," she continued, "She wants me to look into the situation."
"She thinks it might be related to Miguel's death?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Opal said.
"But, how?" Sam asked, "All of the victims up until now have been men. What makes you think the same thing that killed Miguel killed is the same thing that killed Inez?"
Opal's eyes brimmed with tears as she settled down in the seat that King was lying by.
"When Inez was killed, there was a thin hole in her stomach," she said, opening a pack of Skittles. She was looking directly at Sam.
"It went all the way through. The thing that killed her punctured her womb and sucked out the fetus."
By now, Opal's cheeks were wet with tears.
"It killed the baby, Sammy," Opal whispered.
Sam reached out and took Opal's hands. He stroked her smaller hand until she took back a hand and wiped her face.
"Opal," he said, his tone soft to soothe her.
She glanced up at him with a weak smile.
"Ignore me," she said, interlocking her fingers with his, "It's nothing."
"I don't think you'd cry over nothing," Sam pressed.

Opal chuckled softly.

"You're pushy, you know that?" she murmured.

Sam smiled softly.

Dean decided to remind the two of his presence as he rolled up his newspaper.

"Are you two gonna make out or what?"

Sam gave him a dirty look and Opal laughed, her spirits immediately lifted.

"Maybe," she said, causing Sam's hazel/silver eyes to meet her own.
Curiousity formed in his and mystery remained in hers.

"Seriously?" Sam asked.
Opal smirked and leaned in close, one hand going to his head, fingers getting lost in his hair. Sam's lips parted slightly and his eyes fell shut. Heat washed over him as Opal drew steadily closer. He felt her warmth, smelled the citrus scent of her perfume. He hungered for her taste and longed for her touch. He felt...shocked when she popped a Skittle in his mouth and pulled back, taking her hand with the roaming fingers out of his hair.

Dean laughed out loud while Sam stared in shock. Opal batted her lashes innocently and ate a small handful of Skittles.
"You're a tease," Dean accused her, still laughing.

"Guilty as charged," she said, getting up and sashaying into the next room.

Sam continued to stare after her and Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, look on the bright side, Sammy," Dean told him, "At least you got her candy."

Approximately thirty seconds later, Opal heard a thud and a struggle. She couldn't help but laugh.

***

When midnight approached, Dean got Sam and Opal so they could go. King sat in Opal's lap during the ride, much to his displeasure. She'd insisted on bringing him along.
"He better not piss on the seat," he'd told her.
"What are you gonna do?" Opal said, playfully, "Arrest me?"
Dean grinned.
"I like that idea," he said.
"Got handcuffs?" she said.
While Dean laughed, Sam hid a smile. Opal was turning out to be good company and she'd barely been with them a few hours.

The ebony Impala pulled up at Dave's. King and Opal looked up as they approached. The music was so loud it could be heard from outside. When Dean parked the car, Sam got out and opened the door for Opal, who said something about him being a gentleman and locked arms with him on the way in. Dean's eyes locked on King in the backseat.
"I guess you're going too," he said.
As if in answer, King hopped off the seat and ran off, making a beeline for Opal. Dean peered in the backseat, praying to God there wasn't pee anywhere. The heavenly father must have heard his prayers; the seat was perfectly clean, save for Opal's tigerstriped duffel bag.

Opal and Sam got a table for three, waiting for Dean. Sam watched the front door, looking for Dean to show up. Opal, however, wasn't looking for Dean. Her eyes were scanning the room, her senses on edge. She could feel something. The thing that killed Inez and Miguel was somewhere. And it was close. Dean appeared in the doorway at the same time a familiar brunette approached the table, a pad in hand.

"What would you like?" the girl asked Sam, grinning all carnivorous teeth.

Opal assessed her irritably, looking her up and down. From her long, straight hair to her exposed cleavage, high skirt, and three-inch, pink, high-heeled pumps, Opal could only figure she was two things: evil and a slut.

Sam didn't seem to notice.
"Uh, a beer would be good," he said.
"Is that all?" the woman pressed, adding another touch of sugar to her already sickly sweet tone.
"Would a bra be too much to ask?" Opal muttered, earning a dirty look from the woman and a short bark of laughter from Sam.
The woman brushed off the comment like it was nothing, her focus back on Sam.
"Sir, are you sure that's all you want?" she asked, "I think I could provide better company than...some people." Her eyes briefly strayed to Opal, who did the ladylike thing: flipping her off.
"Just a beer," he said, looking back and forth between the waitress and Opal, knowing a potential fight when he saw one.

"Hey Cat," came a deep voice, causing the waitress to turn and Sam, Opal, and even King to look up.

Dean was grinning and holding a wad of cash tied by rubber bands in his hands.

"Hello Dean," the girl said, rushing to meet him.

"Ho," Sam heard Opal mutter. He looked at her, but she smiled innocently, popping another Skittle in her mouth.
"Aren't you done with those yet?" he asked.
"Still sore from earlier?" she asked, watching Dean and the woman sitting at a table further away from them.

"You think this is the girl?" Sam asked, seeing Opal was keeping her eyes on Cat.
"I'm positive," she said, "Something's not right about her. I can feel it."
"Woman's intuition?" Sam asked.
"Woman's intuition," Opal repeated with a smile.

Dean was able to keep up appearances and keep Cat's attention. She beamed eagerly and said all the right things he'd usually go for if he was looking for a one night stand. But Leilani had gave him her name and Opal seemed stuck on the idea that she was the one. He had a hunch that Cat might be the one too, judging from her alacrity to get out of the bar.

"Your place or mine?" Dean asked her.

"My place is right around the corner," she told him, her wide smile and gleaming eyes showing just how anxious she was.

"Alright then," Dean said, sipping from his beer and getting up. He offered Cat his arm with his winning smile. She took it eagerly and they started out of the bar.

Opal looked at Sam, he nodded.

"Let's go," he said, getting up. Opal was already on her feet and heading for the door, King at her heels.

***

"Easy, sweetheart," Dean said, keeping a touchy Cat at bay.

"Why?" she purred, her dark eyes meeting his as she pouted and caressed his shoulders, trying to ease his jacket off.

Instead of going to her place like she'd suggested, he'd made up a lie, saying he'd rather go somewhere more spontaneous, a graveyard. The idea didn't freak her out. Moreover, she was just ready to get started. Started on what, he had a pretty good idea.

"Deeeaaannn," she dragged his name, cupping his face in her hands.

Before he could do anything to stop her, she forced herself on him. She pounced on him, throwing him on his back and began tearing off his shirt. Dean struggled under her, reaching for his gun, a knife, something! Cat pulled back as he squirmed under her, confused.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Uhh," Dean said, thinking of a lie. He said the first thing that came to his head.

"Trying to get em' off, babe," he said.

"Allow me," Cat purred, smirking as she ran her palms along his chest.

Instead of going for the pants like she'd said she would, she ripped his jacket and shirt off and sat up on his stomach. In the light of the moon, Dean witnessed the change in her. She looked older. Not elderly, like in her late 30s or early 40s.

"Surprise," she said, beaming like a Cheshire cat and then sticking a long, pointed tongue out at him.

"You would have that for the wrong reasons," he said, reaching in his pocket.

"This?" she said, smiling, "This isn't for you, love."

She got up slowly, brushing her long, ebony hair over her shoulder. Then, something really freaky happened. Catalina lifted her top until it was over her belly button and a thin red line appeared, encircling her waist. Dean watched, stunned silent as Cat's body split in half and black, batlike wings sprouted from her back. Her lower body collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered.

Catalina licked her lips and grinned, revealing her sharp, ivory teeth.

"I'll give you a head start, pretty boy," she said, "Run!"

Dean obliged, running past graves and headstones. He heard the sound of her wings flapping somwhere high above him and he looked back to see how close she was. Bad idea. He only caught a glimpse of her before he hit his shin on a headstone and fell to the ground. He could hear Cat's mocking laughter and the sound of her flapping wings getting closer.

Shit

***

Sam watched in surprise as Opal rummaged through her duffel bag, staring at the contents inside: plastic bags of salt, raw rice, and ash, garlic, rope, a lighter, a pistol, rubber, several small jars of vinegar, flashlights, batteries, etc. The whole nine yards. He was impressed, to say the least. When she pulled a polished dagger out of the bag, along with the ash, salt, the lighter, and the rubber, he went to the trunk. Opal zipped the duffel bag closed, shut the backdoor, and went to him. He was loading a rifle when he caught her watching.

"When you get to Dean," she said, "I want you to get that thing , keep it on the ground."
"Why?" he asked, "What is that thing?"
"Manananggal," she murmured.
"What the hell?" he said.
"Phillipine mythology," she said, "Look, darling, I don't have time to explain. Just keep that bitch on the ground."
"Why would it be off the ground anyway?" he asked.
"Sammy Dearest," she said, exasperated but smiling patiently.
Sam smiled sheepishly.

"Right, not enough time, got it," he said, "But what are you gonna do?"
She smirked.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'll be somewhere you can see me."
Sam frowned.

Opal chuckled until she spotted Ruby's knife near the bullets. She gave Sam a weird look and opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short. They heard a gun being fired and a shriek. Sam glanced at the Opal and the two took off towards the noise.

***

Catalina flew about in fury as Dean continued shooting at her. He'd got his hands on the pistol just as Cat had him cornered. The gunshot had startled her and the bullet just grazed a wing. She seemed pissed.

"Spideman never had to put up with this," he said, continuing to fire.

Cat shrieked as she dodged the bullets. Another came in contact with her left wing, causing her to drop. But she regained altitude with her right wing and corrected herself. She glared at Dean with murderous, dark eyes before flying higher into the air.

"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU CLIPPED MY WING!"she screamed, avoiding another bullet.

"Uh, you're trying to kill me!" he said, "It's self-defense!"

Cat wasn't trying to hear that. She snarled and dove toward him. He pulled the trigger and there was a click.

Son of a bitch!

Cat seemed to register that he'd ran out of bullets and only flew faster, reaching for him and snarling.
Two shots in the back intruded on her onslaught. She shrieked in frustration and darted out of the way of more bullets. Her red-rimmed eyes locked on Sam, who was heading for Dean.

"Dean!" Sam said, getting to his brother, who was slowly but surely getting to his feet.

Dean winced. Pain was shooting through his shins, telling him to stay down. He refused.

"I'm cool," he said, "Just killl this bitch."

"Opal's already on it," Sam said, looking up at Cat, who was in the air, flying around in a circle.

"The hell is that thing?" Dean asked, loading the gun with bullets Sam had brought.

"Manananggal," Sam said, looking around for Opal. She said she'd be somewhere he could see her, damn it.
But he remembered what she'd said, to get the thing on the ground or close to it.

"The hell?" Dean said, giving Sam a look.

"Phillipine myth," Sam said, aiming his rifle at Catalina, who soared downwards, swooping towards them.

Just as she got close, Sam caught movement in his peripherals and turned his head.

Big mistake.

Catalina reached out and backhanded Sam, sending him flying.

"SAM!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam hit a tree with a loud thud and crumpled to the ground.

Dean turned back to Catalina with a glare.

"Bitch!" he swore.

Catalina chuckled and snatched Dean up by his throat. He reached for her fingers, trying to pry her lose. It didn't work. As he struggled to stay alive, Catalina merely smiled and opened her mouth, sharp teeth prepared to chow down. Just as she reached his stomach, an immense pain tore through her. She cried out and dropped him.

Dean landed on his feet and coughed a few times, catching his breath.

Wh-what the hell?

He looked up to see Opal in the distance. She had one hand over her mouth and nose, while the other pressed salt into Cat's thrashing lower half.

He could only stare.

Cat's lower half was making a sizzling sound, as if it was burning. But it wasn't. Her legs kept kicking, but Opal was seated on the lower back, resisting their attempts to throw her off. King was nearby, snarling and nipping at Catalina's feet.

Opal looked up and met Dean's watchful eyes briefly.

She took the hand on her mouth off and gave him a thumbs up, before the scent below her caught her nose again and she put her hand back.

Dean gave her a thumbs up and went towards Sam.

Sam was sitting up when he got there. He reached up, feeling a bump in the back of his head somewhere. It didn't hurt much.

"Sam," Dean said, still somewhat limping, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sam said, "Just hit my head."

He looked up, expecting to see Opal safe at Dean's side but didn't.

"Where's Opal?" he asked.

"Sticking it to that manana-bitch," Dean said, smiling.

"Is it dead?" Sam asked.

Dean looked back.

Catalina was trying to fly now. But there was so much pain coursing through both her halves that she could barely move. She caught Dean watching her and shrieked, by now losing all form of human speech.

"Not yet," Dean said.

Sam got up, his legs having retained no injury during the impact. He quickly regretted it ,though, because he'd hit his back hard.
He stifled a groan.

"C'mon Sammy," Dean said, "Can't keep the lady waiting."

He led Sam back to Opal, who was still sitting on Catalina's lower half.

She smiled slighlty when they approached.

Dean grinned.

"Atta girl," he said.

Opal grinned back, but didn't say anything to him. Instead, she looked at Sam.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Yeah," Sam lied, feeling pain shoot through his back as he did.
He couldn't hold back the low groan this time.

Opal narrowed her eyes at him.

"Yeah nothing," she said, "Your back is injured."

"I'll be fine," he said.

"Uh-huh," Opal replied, "So you say."

Dean watched them go back and forth until Sam finally gave in, saying he'd go with Opal to the hotel so she could have a look at his back.

"Good boy," Opal said, smiling.

"Wait, don't we have to watch this thing or something?" Dean asked, pointing at Catalina and her lower half.

"It'll be dead by dawn," Opal told him, "Now that I've shoved salt into her flesh. But, if you want, you can watch it while I take Sam back to the hotel."

Sam and Dean stared at her for a few minutes.

"What?" she said.

"How do you know what to do to?" Sam asked.

"I know demons," she said simply, "Salt is just more harmful to this one than others."

Sam nodded slowly, eyes narrowed, still somewhat suspicious.

"You know what?" Dean said slowly.

Opal and Sam looked at him.

"That would've been really hot if she was really human, didn't look old, and you two were alone somewhere else," he said, gesturing at Opal seated on Catalina's lower back.

She gave him a 'what the hell' look.

"Remind me not to ask him for his thoughts on anything," she told Sam as she got off Catalina's, by now, not thrashing half.

Sam flashed her a smile that made her forget her train of thought.

"Let's go then, "she said.

Sam nodded and they started towards the car.

"Hey," Dean said, causing them to look back.

"What now?" Opal asked.

"Was it woman's intuition?" Dean asked with a smile.

Opal smiled back and nodded.

"Duh," she said, "What else could it be?" And with that, she led Sam back to the Impala and then, the hotel, where she massaged his back back to normal feeling, taking away his pain. When they got back, Dean was pissed. It turns out they'd left King with him.