An awkward silence radiated through the room as Elizabeth's last statement rang through the now choking air. Dean tensed his jaw racking his mind for anything to say and Sam stood with wide worried eyes as he soaked in the words. The sad part was that Dean wasn't surprised. It had already clicked into place the minute Sam had explained the creature they were dealing with. He just didn't want to believe it. Obviously they had the worst luck in the world, this was one of the reasons Dean had left all those years ago.

"Well don't just stand here, Dean you always have something say. I thought it was impossible to silence the great Dean Winchester." Elizabeth struggled to crack a smile and lighten the heavy atmosphere. She looked at Dean almost pleadingly, begging for him to hold it all together like usual. If Dean was shocked, then the cause was lost and hopeless.

"Sammy, how do you kill this thing?" Dean asked breaking his hazel eyes from Elizabeth and baring them into Sam, who broke from his trance and glanced back at the screen. He probably didn't need to though being the college boy he is.

"It says the opposite of fear must fill it, and it must see its worst fear to ever be destroyed."

"Well, that's both cryptic and sappy." Dean mumbled breathing in the information and letting it run through his mind. "What is the opposite of fear?"

"It's debatable, I've looked it up and it says courage, love, and a bunch of other things."

"So, which is it?" Dean questioned himself speaking aloud for no reason.

"That's the million dollar question." Elizabeth piped in creasing her eyebrows together deep in thought.

"Actually I believe that is the life or death question." Dean snickered feeling incredibly intelligent for correcting the brilliant girl who had saved his butt multiple times.

"Both are in movies and both are true." Elizabeth defended sliding her hands to her hips and tensing her lips for assurance.

"I wish I'd get a million dollars for answering that." Dean wished aloud letting his head lull to the side as he squinted his eyes as if staring up at a thought bubble.

"We are way off topic people; now first let's find this thing." Sam called out bringing two sets of eyes to rest on him making him squirm.

"You want to find it before we can defeat Sammy?" Dean stuttered with shocked features. "I thought I taught you well."

"Ha Dean, you're hilarious. Anyways, I think two of us should talk to neighbor while the other does more research."

"Well, you know Sam, you are the best at research and I just don't know if I could go into such detail or…"

"I get it Dean, you and Elizabeth can talk to the neighbor; I got computer duty."

"It's for the best Sammy." Dean sighed patting Sam on the back and strolling to the door. Sam stood there with a stunned smile and shook his shaggy hair before turning back to his laptop.

XOXOXOXOX

The suburb two story house looked so plain in the neighborhood full of the exact copies. Its eggshell paint job stark against the deep blue sky with a single forest green door welcoming in passers. Dean and Elizabeth strolled up with fake ids hanging in their pockets. Elizabeth's pale blue blouse showing off her eyes and other things as it slid over her slender waist until the grey suite pants. Dean fidgeted with his black tie and scowled as it seemed to tighten.

Knock knock knock

A slender woman answered the door, looking to be in her mid-thirties. Her dark hair twisted to her shoulder blade and dark eyes peered out behind low bangs. Dark red lipstick painted her lips and a loose green dress adorned her petite frame with large hips poking out from her tiny waist.

"Can I help you?" She charmed running her eyes over Dean and smiling wildly. Dean half smiled awkwardly and took a step back recovering to draw out his fake FBI badge.

"Agent Anderson and Baker, FBI, are you Jane Casner?"

"Yes."

"May we ask you some questions about your neighbors?"

"Well, I already talked to the police."

"It could help ma'am." Dean coaxed with a megawatt smile.

"I suppose," She mumbled staring back up at Dean and completely unaware of the Elizabeth beside him, "If it could help."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Please it's Jane."

"So you heard the wife screaming, correct?" Elizabeth intercepted drawing the woman's attention, but only for a minute. She turned back to Dean before answering.

"Yes, I did." Jane smiled leaning in toward Dean and pulling her dress over her knee. Dean shifted uncomfortably and leaned into the back of the powder green couch.

"What exactly did you hear and see, Jane?" Dean charmed not daring to lean in like her.

"Well, I heard Margret scream and ran to the window. She was alone though yelling something about wolves. Then she fell to the floor and…you know the rest."

"Anything else?"

"There is one thing, but you'll think I'm crazy."

"Everything could help."

"For an instant I saw a shadowy figure it…it…it looked like something out of nightmares."

Dean and Elizabeth exchanged timid looks and readied to go.

"Thank you very much Jane." Dean said before standing to leave with Elizabeth.

"There is one thing." Jane called to them brushing long red nails on Dean's triceps. Dean and Elizabeth twisted around to face her and look at her quizzing. "I heard her say I shouldn't have gone to the haunted house. There is an abandoned building a few blocks from here; it used to be a therapy office. People used to say it was haunted, but I never believed it."

"Dean didn't we drive by a place like that on our way to the hotel." Elizabeth whispered softly in his ear, earning a groan from Jane, whose nails still touched Dean's arm. He quickly shrugged her hand off and thought back to their arrival, then nodding in agreement.

"Thank you again." Dean repeated before turning on his heels and walking to the door with Elizabeth.

"Is that all? I could give you my number for if you have any more questions." Jane shuddered after the retreating Agent.

"That's not necessary." Elizabeth called back before closing the door loudly behind them. "Oh, call me Jane."

"It's just a name."

"Oh, please she practically screamed I want to have your babies."

"Well, I am pretty irresistible."

"You keep believing that."

"What? That was proof."

"Did you see her, Dean?"

"Good point, but that wasn't the only time."

"Sure."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing, nothing at all." Elizabeth teased before pressing her pink lips on Dean's and wrapping her arms round his neck. "I guess you have to be pretty charming to get me."

Then she strolled to the car and slid into the driver's seat. Dean was so entranced he didn't even argue as he stumbled into the passenger seat and Elizabeth pulled onto the street with a winning smile.