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Bamby

SPOV

I walked into Bobby's kitchen, carrying a few articles I'd found and printed off the net. "Hey."

Dean looked up from where he'd been making bullets as Bobby tried to figure out how the Colt worked. "Hey, what's up?"

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric pressure drop."

"That's thrilling."

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out," I added, walking into the study. "Might be demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and psycho scrapbooker." Dean shrugged, still heavy with the sarcasm.

"Yeah, but it's out best lead since Lincoln," I noted.

"Where in Ohio?"

"Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt."

He looked up at me, so disappointed. "There's gotta be a demon or two in South Beach."

I grinned. "Sorry, Hef, maybe next time."

The sound of the front door had as all falling silent as someone made their way into the study.

"Hey, Bobby you home?"

EPOV

Walking onto the wooden floorboard porch as I neared the front door. Not bothering to knock, I walked right into the run-down house that was the closest thing I had to home, grumbling as I moved to the study.

"Hey, Bobby you home?" I asked, closing the door behind me. "Thought I'd call in-" I cut myself short as I came around the corner, seeing Dean and Bobby sitting at a table in the library as Sam stood nearby. "Oh, sorry. I, uh… didn't realise you had company..."

Laid out on the table in front of Bobby and Dean was the Colt... well, what used to be the Colt. They'd broken it down into pieces. Why? I could only assume so they could figure out how it worked.

"Hey, Lizzie." Sam offered me a wide, genuine smile.

I couldn't help but smile back at him as he moved over to give me a hug. "Hi, Sam."

"Haven't seen you around here for a while," Bobby noted. "Everything okay?"

As I pulled away from Sam I turned to my surrogate father. "Does something have to be wrong for me to come home?"

"Usually."

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "Everything's fine, Old Man. I just thought I'd come by, check up on you, grab a few things from my room and maybe stay a day or two before I head back out."

"Wait." Dean looked confused. "You have a room?" He turned to Bobby. "She has a room? Why don't we have a room?"

"I raised her for a few years. She was here a lot. The girl needed a room."

"We were here a lot," Dean argued.

I chuckled lightly, his jealousy amusing me. Sam watched the two of them as well, just as amused as I was. Dean may be the eldest of the Winchester brothers, but he could be the more immature one.

Changing the subject, Sam nodded to the gun piece in Bobby's hand. "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow," Bobby answered, turning back to work on the piece- whatever he was doing.

Dean shook his head, looking at all the pieces of the gun laid out on the table. "Man, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that."

"Only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick," Bobby noted.

"So, what makes it tick?" Sam and I asked, both of us grinning mischievously, knowing the question would bug the old man.

Bobby was not impressed with our question, looking up at us clearly annoyed and frustrated.

Dean just grinned at the older man. "So if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

Bobby looked to Dean now, even more unimpressed. "Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." He aimed the piece he'd been fiddling with at Dean.

Dean chuckled. "All right." He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and looked over to me. "We got a case. You wanna tag along? Bobby's gonna be pretty busy with the Colt."

I thought about it for a moment, wondering if me going would mean I was now a part of their team again. I mean, I'd never stopped being part of their team, we still were on the same side and working the same job. I just did it all solo now.

As much as I'd come here to see Bobby, I'd actually come because I was feeling a little lonely on the road. When I'd decided to go solo, I hadn't really thought it through. I was angry and upset and hurt, and made a rash decision. So, maybe going with the guys on this case would do me some good.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" I shrugged before looking over to Bobby. "That okay with you, Bobby?"

He gave a short nod. "Fine by me. You boys just take care of her. You run into anything, you call me."

"Of course." I smiled at him, giving a little wave as Dean, Sam and I left.

SPOV

Now dressed in our cheap suits- Lizzie included- the three of us followed the priest through the church as we impersonated people working for an insurance company.

"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide. Saw it myself," Father Gil informed us.

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean nodded.

Father Gil came to a stop, gesturing to the seat of the church on the second floor. "That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday."

"When did he stop?" I asked.

"Oh, probably about two months ago. Right around the time everything else started to change."

As Dean took notes and Lizzie listened, I continued on with the questioning. "Change how?"

"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir. And then one day he just wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was-"

"Possessed?" I finished for Father Gil.

"You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes. Like a switch had flipped."

"Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?"

"Sure, Tony Perkins." Father Gil nodded. "Good man."

"Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day too?"

Father Gil didn't answer right away as he looked a little taken back by the question, but then h nodded again. "I never thought about it that way but, yes. About the same time as Andy, about two months ago."

Dean, Lizzie and I shared a look, the three of us having an idea of what might have happened to both men. It's no coincidence they both suddenly changed right around the time the Devils Gate opened.

"Well, thank you, Father." Dean put his note pad away. "Appreciate your time." Giving a polite smile, the three of us waited as Father Gil walked away.

Once he was gone, Dean, Lizzie and I started to for the exit as I spoke in hushed tones. "Two months ago, we opened up the Devil's Gate all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence."

DPOV

Sam and I walked towards our hotel room. Liz hadn't wanted to share with us like she used to and instead chose to stay in the room next to ours, which is where she was now. Sam and I had been a little unsure at first, seeing as we had no idea what was going on in this place, but in the end, it wasn't up to anyone but Liz.

Opening the door to our room, I noticed the mirror on the ceiling in an instant and couldn't help but chuckle. Dumping my bag on my bed, I shook my head still amused as I moved to close the door seeing as Sam was busy dumping his things onto his bed.

I was just about to close the door when the one across the hall opened, a familiar face stepping out.

"Richie." I chuckled again. "I don't believe it."

He looked just like he had all those years ago, like he came from Jersey shore. Dark curls hidden under a 'trendy' fedora hat, and clothes that looked like they belonged on a causal pimp.

Richie looked up at me, surprised. "Hey, Dean Winchester, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

A woman walked out of his room dressed in a very short, barely-there denim skirt and tight, revealing dark purple dressed, with long bottle blonde hair and heels.

"Oh, um... this is my sister, Cheryl." Richie shrugged, giving a causal and carefree chuckle.

Cheryl looked over to Sam and me as we stood in our door way. "Hey."

"Hi, Cheryl."

"Here." Richie handed her some cash which she took before walking off, all three of us watching her go. When I gave Richie a questioning look he gave another shrug. "Well, you know, stepsister."

Shaking my head at the guy, always finding him amusing, I gestured for him to follow Sam and I. "Come on in. This is my brother, Sam."

"Hey, how you doing?" Richie stepped up to Sam, shaking his hand.

"Not too bad," Sam answered, looking at Richie curiously. "How do you two know each other?"

"You were at school," I explained, taking my suit jacket off and tossing it onto my bed.

Richie moved to stand in the middle of the room. "It was that succubus in Canarsie, right?"

I nodded, untucking my shirt, trying to get comfortable. I hated wearing these suits. "Yeah, yeah."

"Oh, man," Richie groaned, remembering the case- mainly the succubus. "You should have seen the rack on this broad. Frigging tragedy when I had to gank her."

That wasn't right. Shaking my head, I looked to him expectantly. "Whoa, who, wait. Who- who killed her? If I remember your ass was toast until I showed up."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was."

"Richie, I told you then, I'll tell you again," I started as his phone began to ring. "You're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed."

Instead of answer me, he answered the phone. "Talk to me." Walking over to the other side, he turned to me for a moment. "FYI, Winchester. Words hurt," he noted before going back to the conversation on the phone as he sat on the couch. "Yeah. No, it's not a good time, baby. Later." He hung up.

"So you find anything in this town anyway?" I asked.

"Oh, no, I got nothing." He grinned until I gave him a look letting him know what I meant. "Wait, you mean as in demons and whatnot?"

"Yeah." I answered as if that were obvious. Which it was.

"Yeah. No, I got nothing." He grinned again.

The door opened then, Liz walking in, now out of her pantsuit, and back in jeans, tank, dark red leather jacket and boots, with her hair pulled in a ponytail.

Richie stood up in an instant, taking his hat off as he looked her up and down. "Hi."

Liz looked him up and down before turning to me. "You've made a friend."

Walking forward, Richie stepped up to Liz. "I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a gorgeous face like yours." He winked.

She grinned. "He's a charmer."

"Back off Richie," I warned without even thinking about it.

He looked from her to me, slowly stepping back from her. "You two a thing?"

"No." Liz shook her head. "We're just friends." It was like a punch to the gut, 'just friends'. "I'm Elizabeth, by the way."

Grinning, Richie stepped closer to her again. "Well, Elizabeth, it is lovely to meet you."

"Richie is a hunter," Sam explained to Liz.

She looked surprised. "Really? You found anything?"

"Nah." Richie shook his head. "Church guy, hobby-shop guy, they were lunch meat by the time I got there. And maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it."

"Yeah, that's where we are too," Sam noted. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in town, you know, raising a little hell-"

I could see where he was going, but there was just one problem. "Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" I asked, sitting on the bed to take my shoes off.

"For fun?" Richie suggested. "You know, he wrecks one body, moves to another. Like taking a stolen care for a joyride."

Liz shrugged, willing to work with Richie's theory. "If that's the case, someone else has to be possessed by now, so you know anyone in town that fits the profile?"

"You know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" I added.

"There's Trotter."

"Who's that?" Sam asked, seeing as a name wasn't really worth much, we needed more.

"He used to be head of the rotary club," Richie explained. "Then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers. He practically owns this whole town."

Sam nodded, clearly thinking it was a good lead. "You know where we could find him?"

Richie shrugged. "Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours."

...

I parked Baby, before the three of us got out and looked around. Everywhere we looked we could see people, and by people, I mean hot, young, friendly chicks. Lots of them. Drinking, talking. There were guys as well, but the majority of the people were attractive women.

"I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town," I noted, walking around to stand with Sam at the front of the car.

"It is. Or at least it's supposed to be." He looked just as surprised as I was, only I was a little more excited.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." I grinned, turning to walk down the path.

Sam and Liz followed without a word.

I didn't get far before I caught the eye of a brunette sitting in a car, the door open. She leaned forward, watching me, gesturing for me to come closer. Grinning, I was just about to make a move when someone stepped in my way.

"Come on, big boy." Liz put herself between me and the brunette, pressing a hand to my chest to try and get me walking again. "We've got a case, remember?"

Pouting, I didn't argue or put up a fight as she shoved me lightly and pushed me along, leading me to the bar.

EPOV

Entering the bar, I didn't know what I was expecting. From how Sam had described the place I thought it would have been bare except for a few people. But what we found instead was a lively, full house.

People were drinking, dancing, talking, laughing, gambling, playing pool, flirting. All the things people did in bars, except the energy was buzzing more than usual.

I hadn't even made it to the bar when a guy stepped up to me. "Hi there."

The guy was in my way, causing me to stop. Sam and Dean didn't even notice I was behind them as they kept walking.

"Uh, hi?" I shifted on the spot, trying to get past.

Grinning, he looked me up and down. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks," I politely declined as I started to find Dean and Sam, leaving the guy behind. But I hadn't taken three steps before two more guys stepped up to me.

Once again, I politely declined their offers for drinks, and shut down any suggestive talking. I didn't waste a moment when I saw an opening, before I made a break for it, finding Dean and Sam with Richie by the bar.

Dean turned to me the moment I was by his side. "Hey, there you are. Everything okay?" he asked, instinctively taking a step closer to me- I wasn't even sure he realised he'd done it.

"I've been hit on three times in the past five minutes."

"Can see why. You're a total knock out." Richie gave me a charming smirk which had me chuckle lightly.

"Back to business, Richie." By the tone in Dean's voice, I couldn't help but wonder if he was a little annoyed with his friend.

"Right." Richie nodded, gesturing behind Dean, Sam and I. "That's Trotter over there." We all turned to see an older man in a black suit by a booth in the corner, talking to another guy. "He sits there all night. Can't touch him."

"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender," Dean answered, looking at the dark-haired bartender in the tight red top and jeans.

I simply rolled my eyes. "Of course you are."

"Easy," Richie warned, looking to Dean. "Me and her, we got a little something-something lined up for later."

Dean scoffed, clearly not believing the guy. "Yeah, right."

"Stings, don't it?" Richie gave Dean a look I couldn't quite read before he shrugged. "All right, I gotta hit the head. Release the hostages. Be back in a few." Turning around, he walked off, disappearing into the crowd.

Making a disgusted face, I turned to the bar. "Well, I'm officially grossed out."

"No way he gets a girl like that." Dean was absolutely sure of himself as he watched the bartender. "I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel."

"You think so?"

All three of us were shocked to see Father Gil from earlier sitting at the bar right by Dean.

"Oh..." Dean laughed a little nervously. "Sorry, Padre."

But the priest didn't seem to mind as he gave as a kind smile. "Knew you three would find your way here. They all do."

"No offense..." Sam started, looking just as surprised as Dean and I. "But what are you doing here, Father?"

Father Gil shrugged. "Like it or not, you go where your flock is."

"Plus the clergy drinks for free." Right on time, the bartender stepped up to Father Gil, filling up his glass.

"True." He nodded. "And a certain bartender owes me a confession."

"Not in this lifetime, Father." She grinned, taking a shot.

"I better see your butt on Sunday." Father Gil quickly down his drink before getting up and turning to the three of us, leaning towards Dean. "Nickle or no nickel." He grinned, walking away.

Leaning on the bar- which put her chest on display more than before- the bartender looked to the brothers as she spoke to the three of us. "What can I get you?"

"What's your specialty?" Dean asked, taking Father Gil's spot.

"I make a mean hurricane."

Dean nodded, looking at her with a charming smile and eyes. It was a look I knew all too well. "I guess we'll see about that."

The bartender smiled and moved off to get the drinks.

Sam laughed at his brother. "You drink hurricanes?"

Dean couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "I do now."

Rolling my eyes, I took the seat next to him. "If I have to deal with you flirting all night, I'm gonna need something stronger than a hurricane."

He turned to me, his smile turning into a grin. "You jealous?"

"You're the one that's been acting jealous, Winchester," I countered.

Leaning closer, grin still on his lips, he whispered in my ear. "That's the first time you've called me that since the Devil's Gate. You've barely said my name out loud, too."

I was taken aback. Was he right? Had I really not said his name that much? Why? I mean, I understood why I hadn't called him Winchester. I'd started calling him that as a way to flirt with him. It was like how he called me Liz- the fact he still called me that hadn't gone unnoticed. But me not saying his name much, to the point where he'd noticed, was odd.

"Hey." Sam nudged Dean, getting our attention as he gestured to the other side of the bar.

Looking over, we could see two men talking by the pool table, one holding a gun by his side- no one else had noticed yet. The body language of the guy holding the gun had me on edge. He looked empty... like maybe he was possessed.

The three of us acted quickly, rushing around the bar to get to the two men, hoping to get there before something bad happened. I lifted my hand to pull the gun from the man's grasp.

But Dean quickly stopped me, pushing my arm down. "We don't know who's watching," he noted.

The sound of the gun going off had me jump.

Everyone screamed and ran as the man with the gun raised his weapon to press it to his own head now.

Dean jumped into action, running up to the guy as fast as he could. I gave him a little more time by concentrating on the gun, jamming the trigger. As the guy tried to shoot, he found he couldn't. But before he could question why, Dean tackled him to the ground and knocked the weapon away, saving the day.

Sam was right there, a flask of holy water in hand. He splashed a little on to the guy as Dean struggled to keep him down. But there was no reaction from the water.

"What are you doing?" The guy stopped struggling, looking up at Sam and then to Dean. "He slept with my wife. The bastard slept with my wife."

There was no demon... at least not in this man.

"Somebody call 911," I called.

SPOV

After Dean had tackled the guy and Lizzie had yelled out for someone to call the authorities, I'd looked up and caught the eye of Trotter. He'd given me a look, one I couldn't shake. It had me wondering about the guy...

That wasn't the only thing that had me on edge though. Dean, Lizzie and I were still in the bar, which was now empty, save for the cops, paramedics and a few people taking witness reports.

"Too many cops here, I say we bolt."

But Dean didn't move. "Just be cool." He looked over, watching the cops arrest the shooter. "Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst."

"So, what's the deal, then?" I asked. "People in this town getting possessed or not?"

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Maybe it is just what it is. You know, a town full of scumbags."

"Maybe." Lizzie didn't sound too sure, though.

"You three ready for your mug shots?" a cop asked, stepping up to us, grinning at his own joke. "Photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper."

"It'll be an honour, officer." Dean smiled politely at the man. "What a thrill." He chuckled as the cop walked away.

Once we were alone again, I nodded. "Yep, time to go."

We were about to stand when Dean stopped. "Wait a second. Wait a second."

"What?" I asked expectantly.

"Where's Richie?"

EPOV

Sam was over by the bar getting some drinks while Dean and I sat at a table. Dean was focused on his phone, trying to get in contact with Richie. He was clearly worried about the guy.

"You do realise there's red meat within striking distance, right?" Sam noted as he took a seat on my right, placing the three beers down on the table.

Dean didn't even look at his brother as he responded, still on his phone. "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?"

"Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed," Sam suggested.

I nodded, reaching over to take a fry off of Dean's plates. "Sam's right. Richie didn't exactly seem like the kind of guy to hunt."

Shaking his head, Dean didn't agree with us. "He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail." He sounded so sure. "I got to go find him."

"All right." Sam sighed. "Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy."

"Yeah?" I asked. "How come?"

Sam shrugged. "Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here."

"Well, then," Dean looked over at me, "who you going with? Sam, or me?"

I wasn't like there was any other option, I could have gone off on my own to follow a lead, but there were no leads to follow.

"I'll help find Richie," I answered. "If Dean's right, he could be in a lot of trouble. And you can handle Trotter. I have complete faith in you." I winked at Sam.

He chuckled. "Thanks."

"But," I turned to Dean, "we go after this burger is finished. I don't care how worried you are, you need to eat."

Rolling his eyes, Dean grabbed the burger off the plate as he looked to his brother. "Remind me why we let her tag along."

SPOV

Standing in the hallway outside Trotter's office, behind the corner so I couldn't be seeing, I peeked around to take a look. Trotter and his bodyguard, or henchman were in the office, talking.

My phone began to ring, a little too loudly.

"Dean," I answered, keeping my voice low.

"Sammy."

"Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh... meet me at the bar in 20 minutes, okay?" I told him before hanging up, not giving him a chance to respond.

I could hear someone coming out of the office and heading my way. Thinking and moving quickly, I rushed down the hall in the opposite direction and behind another corner, keeping out of sight. If I wanted to figure out what Trotter was up to, or what he was, then I was going to have wait for both men to leave so I could get into the office.

DPOV

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom," Liz told me, resting a hand on my shoulder as she looked up at me with apologetic eyes. She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. She knew how I was feeling and I knew she was there for me if I needed her.

Nodding, I gave her a small smile. "I'll be at the bar."

Letting her hand drop from my shoulder, she walked off and headed to the bathrooms.

I moved over to sit at the bar. Not even ten seconds later, a woman walked over and stood by my side, smiling seductively.

She spoke with a husky, suggestive voice, "I got to tell you, every woman in this place? They want to eat you up."

"Well, hey." I shrugged, grinning as I worked some charm. "Anybody could have tackled that guy. And wrestled the gun away. Prevented mass murder."

"Here's what I'm gonna do," she started, and I couldn't help but smile in anticipation, knowing what was coming next. "Normally, I charge $400 a night." Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear. "Why don't we call it an even deuce and get the hell out of here?"

So maybe I didn't know what was coming next.

My smile fell. "What do I look like?"

She looked offended. "What do I look like?" Walking away, she muttered under her breath, "Cheapskate."

A light laugh had me look over to Casey, the bartender, as she poured some drinks and spoke to me. "Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute? How's that work?"

My grin was back in place as I shrugged again. "Well, I just told her I had a thing for the bartender. It was pretty easy."

"Who says the bartender's available?"

"That's a good question." I nodded. "You got something going with some guy, you know, about yea tall, wears a sweat-suit...?"

She gave me a clueless look. "Who?"

"No. My mistake." I shook my head, getting back to the flirting. "What do you say you and me grab a drink after your shift?"

"I say why wait," she leaned forward, a look in her eyes that told me she was ready to get up to no good, "when we can go right now?"

Smiling, I was just about to get up and leave when I remembered Liz was in the bathroom, and that she'd be right back.

Casey nodded. "Oh, right. Your girlfriend."

"Huh?" I looked at her confused. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"So, that girl that was with you before. The blonde. She's not your girlfriend?"

My scoff was a reflex. "No."

"Well then." She pulled back and moved to walk around the bar. "What are we waiting for?"

As I followed her out of the bar, I looked over my shoulder for a moment, wondering if I should have told Liz where I was going. But before I could make up my mind, the doors were closing behind us.

SPOV

I waited until I could hear the office door being closed and the two men walking away before I moved from my hiding place.

Once inside, I headed for the desk and began rifling through the drawers, checking the calendar, searching everywhere or anything that might help with the case. That when I found some keys.

Suddenly the henchman was coming my way, taking a swing.

I dodged him before taking my own swing, hit him as hard as I could a few times. That was until I felt a gun pressed against my neck.

It was Trotter. "What are you doing here?"

I stopped hitting the guy, answering the question. "I think maybe you know."

"Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops!"

I frowned, confused. "Cops?"

"Breaking and entering, assault," Trotter explained. "You're in a peck of trouble, my friend."

"Uh, well, I think I could probably explain it-" I twisted around as fast as I could, snatched to the gun from Trotter, and moved so I could point the weapon at both men. "All right, back up! Get back."

Doing as I said, Trotter raised his hands. "Money's in the safe! Take it and go."

"I don't want your money." I told him, still holding the gun with one hand as I took my holy water flask out with the other. "I just got to be sure." opening the flask, I then splashed some of the water onto both men.

They flinch and sputter from the sudden spritz of cold water as they turned to look at me, outraged. But nothing else happened. They weren't demons.

Well, this is awkward...

"What kind of psycho are you?" Trotter snapped.

"Oh, god. Uh... I'm sorry." I gave a casual shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "I think this was just a minor misunderstanding." Smiling nervously at then, I started to back up towards the door. "Yeah, okay, um... how 'bout I just... I just leave, 'cause..." I removed the bullets from the gun. "I'll take these." Giving a sheepish shrug, I placed the gun down to the ground "Okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for you. Uh... have a nice day?" Moving as fast as I could, I turned and hurried out of there, feeling so unbelievably embarrassed.

EPOV

I sat at a tale in the bar, tapping my foot on the ground nervously as I tried to call Dean, yet again. After I'd walked out of the bathroom I'd expected to find him where he told me he'd be waiting. But instead he was gone.

Sure, I was pissed he'd ditched me, but I was also worried. When we'd gone looking for Richie, we'd found more than we were bargaining for...

Lifting my phone, I tried calling him again. "Come on, come on. Pick up, Dean."

DPOV

Walking down some stairs, I followed Casey into the basement of her parent's house. She'd explained to me how her parents had left her the place after she'd died. It had looked nice outside, like a little cottage, but down here reminded me of a dungeon.

"Looks like the maid's day off," I joked, taking in the cobwebs and dust. Looking over at Casey, I noticed how she'd paused, something catching her eye. "Everything okay?" I asked, stepping up to her.

She simply turned and removed her jacket before pressing a gentle kiss against my lips. "Make yourself comfortable," she told me as she moved over to a door that lead to another room.

I strolled around the place casually, watching her. "Oh, I forgot to mention... Richie was a friend of mine." She turned to me, clearly pissed. My smile was gone as I went on. "When I realised I could track the GPS in his cell phone, I swung by earlier. Gave him a proper burial. It's better than rotting in some skank's basement."

That was enough to piss her off.

She charged at me, yelling. Only to be pushed back once she was a foot or so away from me.

"Oops." I crouched down and lifted a corner of the mat away, revealing a devil's trap I'd drawn earlier. "Isn't that a buzz kill?" Standing up, I pulled dad's journal out from my jacket. "Sorry, sister, but you're going back to where you came from."

She gave a light chuckle. "I don't think so."

Ignoring her, I began to read the Latin words in front of me. "Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote..."

Closing her eyes as if meditating, Casey stayed calm despite the position she was in. As she continued to do whatever she was doing a breeze began to blow around the room, getting stronger and louder.

Recollecting myself, I tried again. "'Spiritus immunde, undo-"

Suddenly the pages from the book began to pull and fly away, scattering around the room because of the mystical breeze. I tried to grab them, but there was no point, they were all gone.

Casey opened her eyes and grinned at me before the place began to shake and there was a loud crack. Out of nowhere, the ceiling began to cave in, closing off the exit.

Shocked and a little more pissed than before, I turned to Casey who looked pleased. "What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped."

She simply shrugged. "So are you... bitch."

Bamby