Since they won't get anything out of her before she woke up, they decided to check the place out and made sure that a pair of pissed off hunter parents weren't gonna drop in and pump them full of shotgun shells for breaking in and knocking out their remaining daughter. Cas confirmed that they weren't in town so they decided to continue their investigation. Dean and Cas had inform Sam that Juniper's room was locked really heavily, it would take the brothers hours to pick it open so it might be easier to just convince Aster to open the door for them. Outside of that, there were typical hunter gear, weapons, stacks and stacks of old mythical books and notes. Nothing really regarding the case.

After an hour of waiting and digging around the place, .Aster finally started to stir. "Rise and shine, Petunia." Dean mocked as she opened her eyes. "You still wanna kill us?"

"Flower puns, original. Did you come up with them before or after you knocked me out?" She scowled. Dean was impressed considering her position, at least she has sass.

"We get it, Aster. You're upset and we're sorry." Sam stepped in to apologize. It wasn't supposed to go down like this in the first place after all.

Dean though didn't seem to care about that crap and went straight for the question. "You're a hunter, aren't you?"

Aster went quiet as if she wasn't sure if it was safe to tell. Then she must have decided that they were trustworthy enough for the truth. "More so my parents, but yeah. I know about hunting and monsters." She explained before turning the question around and asked the three of them, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean and our friend Cas." Sam introduced them one at a time. Dean stood there with a cocky smile still on his face, while Cas just stood there awkwardly like he always did.

"The Winchester brothers? Awesome." Aster replied in such a dry tone that it was kinda hard to tell if that was genuine or sarcastic.

She then turned to Cas, giving him a good scan from top to bottom which made the angel slightly confused and uncomfortable to be under that kind of scrutiny. "So what are you? I know ghost and demons but I don't know what could knock someone out like that."

"I'm an angel of the Lord." Cas replied in an equally dry tone, except the Winchester brothers knew for a fact that he was serious. Mainly because Cas hadn't quite gotten sarcasm yet.

They were getting off track and Sam knew it. Time to get things back on track. "Look, we're sorry for all this but you have to know about the deaths that are happening around town." Sam explained.

Aster shifted on the couch, sitting in a more comfortable position before continuing in an exasperated tone, "Yes, my parents are out looking for the so-called witch you've been hunting."

"You don't think it's a witch?" Dean questioned with a raised brow.

Aster sat upright again before she gave her deductions in a very analytical manner, "Working in a flower shop on the main street means you see the people in this town almost every day. I would notice if they're buying anything weird like that. There's no witchcraft here and my parents are going after every case they can find to get away from the house." Her tone dropped into something more somber and empty. "I guess that's just how hunters grieve."

Hearing this Sam couldn't help but agree, that was how John dealt with Mom's death and that was how Dean dealt with his grief when they lost Cas. It would make sense that Aster was lonely seeing how her family did things. Aster and Juniper were obviously close, like his relationship with Dean. That kind of strong bond won't form unless you trust them to the first person that's got your back, and seeing how that bond isn't with her parents but with her sister, it said a lot about how often they were home for and what were their priorities. He and Aster were more alike than he first thought.

Now that everyone in the room was a hunter, it made explaining so much easier. "We think that your sister's death might have something to do with the killings." Dean stated.

"Her ghost isn't here, we gave her a hunter's funeral." Aster said.

"Still, Lukas's death came a few days after hers." Sam pointed out, "There might be a connection."

Aster seemed to accept that reasoning, gesturing the guys to come with her upstairs. "Follow me."

Aster led Team Free Will over to Juniper's room, which is painted in a light lavender color. There are fairy lights above the bed and small candles placed in the room. One wall covered with pictures of Aster and Juniper with their friends and families. Both girls looked much happier then. The picture in the files Sam and Dean had found made it really clear that Juniper was beautiful, a soft looking heart shaped face with brown doe eyes, something both sisters shared. But the pictures showed just how cheerful she really was with a smile dawned on that face and dimples to compliment it. Aster took a glance at the pictures there and paused. Sam didn't know what to say then, it's easy to talk to a civilian with the same rehearsed lines, but what do you say to another hunter who lost someone this way? Juniper wasn't even a hunter, just a young teenage girl with a shattered heart. At the end, all Sam could do was say nothing and to let Aster mourn, he gave her a nod of reassurance, which she was grateful for.

"Juniper might've been the older sister but she always seemed to have this light in her eyes, she was naïve as she was kind. She was enamored by the idea of love for as long as I can remember. She always said that one day we were gonna meet people who love us so much that it would hurt to breathe without them." Aster reminisced, talking about her sister in such an inspiring manner. "We would pray to the gods every night that we would meet someone who would love us like that. We were young and naïve then but even after I grew out of it, she kept doing it. She truly believed that the gods would help her find her soulmate."

"Then she met Lukas, and it was the dream romance she had always envisioned until Chelsea showed up and they broke June's heart. I will never forgive them for taking my sister away." Sam could hear the anger in Aster's voice, but beneath all that rage was a sense of sadness and loss. Unlike Sam, Aster could never get her older sister back, not without any consequences.

"You lit all of these?" Sam asked. There are over 2 dozen of them in this room and doing it every day would be a nightmare if it wasn't for her sister's sake.

"June always light candles for them, and now I do it. The house feels too dark without them." Sam smiled at Aster's answer. Of course, nothing is worth more than reserving the memories of a loved one. Aster's dedication to her sister's practices was heartwarming but Sam wouldn't be sure if he could do the same thing. He may never be able to listen to classic rock again if Dean died before him.

Dean was checking out a tall, thin bookcase next to the study table that seem to be filled with romances and mythology books, regardless Dean decided to take a glance at her book collection when he took notice of a particular painting that was hung next to the bookshelf, the painting is of a woman with a group of cupid-like figures flying around her.

"Interesting picture." Dean pointed out, and by interesting in this case, he meant it weird. Why would a girl have a picture like that hanging around in her bedroom?

"That's Hermaphroditos and the erotes" Aster explained, "The Greek gods of love."

"The Erotes?" Dean turned to Cas, "Cas, you know anything about them?"

"They're a collective flock of winged Greek gods. We don't have much information about them, the pagan gods have never been fond of Heaven or our Father." Cas explained.

"Great, another pack of dicks with wings." Dean huffed before taking account of the angel in the room. "No offense, Cas."

Cas dismissed it and left it be. Even though Cas himself admitted at times that his family is filled with assholes and dickbags, Cas never really gave up on them. That made it really hard for Dean and Sam who still hate most of the angels for wanting to kickstart the apocalypse.

"The one you probably know of is Eros, the god of sexual love." Aster points to one of the cupid-looking guys.

"Sounds like my kind of guy." Dean playfully remarked.

Sam looked like he wanted to facepalm at how Dean was taking this, he probably thought Dean was treating this like one huge joke. Please, he took this as seriously as any other job (despite how ridiculous this one was, I mean seriously, flowers?), but that didn't mean that he was gonna just accept it. He's a fighter, he's got close enough to know which foods were Death's personal favorites. What's life without a few jabs anyways?

Sam didn't care and turned us back on track again. "She prays to them?"

"Almost religiously." She confirmed. And if that wasn't a telltale sign for the Winchesters.

"Well, at least June here ain't falling for those pale sparkling vamps." Dean joked.

"Eww, god no." Aster scrunched up her nose in disgust

It was then that Dean's curse kicked back into full gear, he didn't even have the slow build up this time. One moment he was flipping through another book on the shelf, the next he was hunched over, leaning up against the wall to stop himself from collapsing. Sam immediately rushed to his side with a trash bag and Dean didn't wait another second. He emptied out as much as he could, choking slightly on it still. Cas was by his side now, trying to heal him still. The hum of grace entering his body felt so familiar by this point. It was warm and welcoming, it always left a small tingle under his skin. A small part of Dean believed that Cas's grace was a manifestation of the love that he has and Dean wanted it all for himself.

It also sounded like Dean was in his own head for too long because Sammy's voice sounds panicky again. "Dean!" Dean snapped out of his trance and saw Sam talking to Dean while Dean himself is leaning against Cas now, who was supporting him. "Cas, take him back to the motel. I'll wrap things up here."

Cas nodded but just before they flew off, they heard Aster calling out to them. "Wait. Here." Aster handed Dean a pouch, "You seem tense. My sister would've given you one anyway."

"What is it?"

"Lavender, neroli oil, and some marigold."

"Thanks, kid." Dean smiled. Even though he had no fucking clue what any of those were, she was trying to help.

With a swoosh, Dean and Cas were gone. Aster was still in shock, having never seen an angel in action before. Sam went to the bookshelf to finish what Dean started, the question though was where. For a small bookshelf, Juniper managed to squeeze in about 140 to 150 books. Sam didn't have time to go through all of them. It was then that it noticed that a certain kind of the books has a lot more wear and tear on it than the others.

"Hey Aster, are all these books Juniper's?" Sam asked, pointing to the obviously worn out ones.

"Yeah, she read them so much I'm pretty sure she memorized them." Aster confirmed, "I've been borrowing them to keep her traditions alive."

"You mean the themed bouquets and the scented stuff?"

"She was a real hopeless romantic." Aster said.

'Yahtzee' Sam finally found something that might be crucial.

Sam took the most worn out ones from that genre and asked if he could borrow them. Aster only asked that he'd be careful, those were some of Juniper's most prized possessions.

"Well, thanks for your help." Sam thanked her as he left. He didn't think he'd make an ally when he walked into that house but things worked out… kinda.

"Nah-uh, you guys finally got a lead on this that involves my sister and you want me to stay out of this? No way, I have to see this through." Aster stood by the door with her chest puffed up, Sam could tell that she meant business. She reminded Sam of Krissy Chambers and realized that she was probably right. Aster needed this, she needed closure for her sister's death and she wanted to help stop whatever was killing all those people. Something told Sam that denying Aster this wasn't gonna stop her from doing something stupid or reckless anyways (much like a certain brother he knew of).

"Alright." Sam pulled out one of their cards and gave it to Aster. "Here is our number, send me a text and we'll call you once we figured everything out."

For the first time since Sam met her, Aster let out a small yet genuine smile, "It'll be nice to finally put this to rest."