Chapter 7

The Impala skidded to a halt.

"Run that by me again."

"Kurt is part angel."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I can see both angel and human in him, Dean."

"What-what does that mean for him?"

"The demons would all want him. An angel in their grasp…His human side makes him vulnerable. But he has powers, and the demons can extract them. They just lay dormant for now."

"And what about the angels? What would they do to Kurt?"

"Heaven would most likely order his death. An angel and a human…that would be a sign of great humiliation for the angels, and they'll want him eliminated."

"Fuck." Dean said. He got out of the car.

"Dammit! Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Dammit!" He paced back and forth. "As if the kid doesn't have enough to deal with!"

"Dean, calm down." Sam said.

"No, I won't fucking calm down. Cas, any of the of other angels know about Kurt?"

"Kurt would be dead if they did." Castiel said.

"Good. It stays that way. We've protected him as much as we could against the demons." Dean muttered as he paced. "Dammit! I should have made him come with us."

"Dean, this won't make you feel better, but the angels will most likely be alerted if Kurt comes into his powers."

"How do we stop it, then? We can just seal them right? Like his father's."

"We can't. One day it will just happen. We can't stop it."

"There no way to lock up his angel juice, and one day he's just going to flash his junk to the world, is that it?"

"Pretty much."

"Damn."

"Dean, what are you going to do?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed and leaned back against the car. "I don't know. I really don't know Sammy. It's like the kid has a 'fuck me over' sign on his head. How the hell did this happen anyway? Did his mother screw the angel milkman or something? Because I notice the lack of angel in us."

Castiel stared at Dean for a moment, and then disappeared. Dean's eyebrow ticked. "You wanna tell us something someday before go disappearing and doing you…screw it." Dean got back in the car, and pulled back onto the road.

After a few minutes of silence, Dean finally said, "The kid's not going to stop living because of this. He's smart. He won't start using a bunch of new powers blindly."

"Raquel." Castiel said behind them.

Dean jumped. "Warn a guy Cas. What did you say?"

"Kurt's father, the man in the hospital, is the archangel Raquel. He's been missing from Heaven, for approximately sixteen years."

"So what's his deal then? What did he say?"

"Actually, I don't think he realizes he's an angel. He didn't recognize me at all. His powers are…locked…sealed. He might as well be human now.'

"Well that's fantastic, isn't it? How did that happen? That's another thing. How does Heaven lose an angel?"

"That is something I'm wondering myself." Castiel said. Dean gapped back at him incredulously.

"We still have to tell him." Sam said. "Are we going to tell him?"

Dean sighed. "I don't want to. The kid's got enough on his plate already, but we can't leave him unprepared. Just let me tell him."

Sam cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you so attached to Kurt? I mean, I like him too, but since when do you take this much of an interest in someone?"

"Sam, Kurt is like a younger, gayer me."

Sam snorted. "What are you talking about? Dean, you drink so much you can't get drunk anymore, and you sleep with every hot girl you come across. Kurt's nothing like you."

"Oh, he will be. Just watch." He countered as he got out of the car.

He hesitated for a few moments before he made the call.

"Dean?"

"Kurt, buddy…there's something I need to tell you…it's not good news."

"Okay…what's wrong?"

"You should probably be sitting down. Kurt, you…"


One Month Later

Kurt slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb his partner. He hurriedly pulled on his clothes, and quietly left. He felt a little bad; the man was nicer than the only other guy he was with. But the man would be sure to flip out if he learned his real age. He had lied and said he was twenty-one.

As he got into his car, he snorted to himself. One month ago he'd have never considered getting drunk in a bar, and having a one night stand with a complete stranger. But once Dean called with the news of his impending doom—er sooner doom—he decided he would have as much fun as he could before Heaven or Hell took him down. Romance was for people who had time.

What Dean told made him realize two things about angels. One, they actually existed. And two, angels were complete assholes that cared very little about humanity. What Kurt tried to push into the back of his mind was that his father might have been just like that.

He quietly entered his house, careful not to alert his family—his father would shoot him dead if he knew what he was doing—and slipped into his own bed. He had a case to work the next day, and he wanted to be well rested.

Few hours later, in time for breakfast, Kurt joined his family at the table.

"Hey son. I made bacon and eggs." His father said, handing him a plate.

"Thanks dad. You're a real angel. Mmm, this tastes angelic." His father looked at him strangely.

Since their go-to angel had…melted into leviathan, Dean could only take wild guesses on how to deal with Burt. He told him to drop hints, and maybe his father might remember his past as an angel. Maybe. So far, all that's gotten him was his dad thinking he was a nutcase.

As he left for school, he thought about the case again. Two boys at an all-boys school called Dalton had experienced strange and violent deaths. Both of them were in the school's glee club. Really, Kurt was the perfect person to look into this. It was probably why his cousins pawned it to him.

And thanks to Sue, he got to miss class at Mckinley, so he could pretend to be a student at another school.

"Hey, Kurt. The Warblers are our competition for sectionals." Finn said as Kurt dropped him off at Mckinley. " Scope them out for us, would you?" Finn asked. "If you get the chance." He added.

Kurt drove off, grumbling.

He got to the school, finally, and slipped on his Dalton blazer. Sue had somehow acquired a uniform his size.

The names of the dead boys were Trent and Jeff. According to the police report, Trent was killed in the library, so he headed there first. He found the boy he was looking for. Naturally, he was pale and withdrawn.

"Hey, I'm new here. I keep hearing about a really cool singing group at this school. Everyone told me I should come and talk to you."

"Really, everyone?" The boy sat up straighter and smiled softly. "I'm Thad by the way. But I guess you knew that."

"Of course. Hey, Trent, the guy that died recently, he was in the Warblers too, right?"

Thad looked down. "Yeah he was. Well anyway, rehearsals are everyday at four, right after class."

"That's great. Say, you were with him when he died, weren't you? Where did he die?" Kurt asked

Thad pointed to a table not too far from them. "Right there. If-if you wanted to audition, just come by one of the rehearsals, and we can try to fit you in—you can sing right?"

"How did he die?"

Thad looked a little annoyed, and then the sad look came back. "We kept telling him he needed to lose weight. Of course, we meant he could get diabetes or something." At Kurt's look, he said, "His chair broke, and one of the legs went up, and…impaled him."

"Oh." Kurt winced.

"Do you ever experience any cold spots in here?" Thad shook his head. "Or smell sulfer?"

"The chemistry room is on the other side of the school."

"Did Trent have any enemies? Anyone who wanted to hurt him?"

"I thought you wanted to talk about Warbler practice?" Kurt raised an eyebrow and Thad glared. After a few moments, he replied, "Trent was the school fat kid. He wasn't exactly popular, but no one hated him. And it was a freak accident, not a murder." Kurt noticed a book slightly askew, not far from the table Trent died at.

"Now do you have any actual Warbler-related questions?" Thad asked, annoyed.

"No, that's all, thank you." He headed over to the shelf and removed the book.

Behind it was a hex bag.


Kurt stumbled as everyone rushed passed him. Irritated and a little confused, he grabbed the first person he could find.

"What's going on? Where's everyone going?" He asked.

"Warbler practice. It tends to shut down the school. They're all headed to the choir room." The boy said.

"The choir room? Isn't that where that kid, Jeff died?"

"…Yeah, dancing accident. It was real tragic. But it happens sometimes. Hey! We're starting. You should watch! Come on!" The boy grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd.

As the Warblers started their performance, Kurt looked around. He spotted the scratch marks on the floor where the couch was pushed. He looked behind it… and sure enough, there was another hex bag. Kurt was definitely hunting a witch.

"Hey." The boy that showed him to the choir room walked over to him. "So what did you think?"

Kurt slipped the hex bag into his pocket. "What?"

"Our performance. What did you think?"

Finn was going to kill him. He had ignored the entire performance. "Oh, um…it was good."

Instead of looking annoyed, the boy said, "Let's go get coffee."


"So I know why you're here."

Kurt froze. Was this boy a hunter too? "You do?"

"Sure. You weren't the first person that wanted to see if the zero-tolerance policy worked. Were you bullied at your old school?"

Kurt nearly sighed in relief. "Yeah. I was bullied a lot." He lied. He was more of the muscle.

The boy nodded. "I know what you mean. I'm Blaine, by the way."

"Can you tell me a bit about Jeff, Blaine?" He asked. Blaine looked a little confused. "Sure. He had just come out."

"Really? Was Trent gay too?"

"Hmm? Yeah. I think so." Blaine sipped his coffee as he thought for a moment. "Yeah, he was. I always thought it was a little strange how he hung around Thad so much, even though he treated Trent like crap."

Seriously? Hate crime via witchcraft?

"So, uh, are you gay too?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I am." Well he wasn't letting Blaine out of his sight. Suddenly they heard a scream. When they hurried outside, they saw a crowd gathering.

Blaine walked up to an ashen-faced boy. "Hey, Wes. What happened?" Blaine asked him.

"Nick. He…" Wes trailed off. Kurt walked through the crowd. Someone tried to stop him. "You really don't want to see…" Kurt pushed past him. He blanched at the sight. The boy had completely twisted at the waist. He spotted the hex bag in a vase.


Kurt watched as Blaine sat down heavily on a couch. "Nick…" He sighed. Kurt needed to find that witch fast.

He heard footsteps behind him. "Hello Blaine." Someone drawl. Kurt recognized that voice. It couldn't be…could it? "Hi Sebastian." Blaine replied tiredly. "Oh Kurt, this is Sebastian. He just transferred here too."

Kurt glared at Sebastian. "Really? You just transferred here?"

"Hey." Sebastian held his hands up. "I didn't know you were going to be here. I transferred a week ago. God's honest truth." Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Or something like that."

Blaine looked back and forth between them. "You two know each other?"

Sebastian had been a hunter he had come across a few years back when he was just starting out. He was more of a nuisance. Something about Sebastian unnerved Kurt. But that night, after Dean revealed to him the angel problem he never knew he had, Kurt needed something to unleash his frustrations on. Sebastian was there. …It was terrible. Kurt wanted to use last night's experience to erase his first time forever.

"Unfortunately." Kurt said.

"Come on Kurt. It was more than that. What we had was beautiful."

"A drunken mistake. It can never be repeated."

"Oh don't be like that."

"You told me to leave because your boyfriend wanted to come over."

"Are-are you two…together?" Blaine asked, a little disappointment creeping into his voice.

"No. Definitely not." Kurt countered.

"We have history." Sebastian said.

"Yeah? And it barely lasted five minutes. You know what, why am I arguing with you about this,now? Blaine just lost a dear friend."

Sebastian smirked. Kurt didn't like that face. "You should probably be nicer to me if don't want me to tell Blaine that you don't actually go to this school." Sebastian whispered. Kurt's eyes widened. "How…"

"You really can't fool me Kurt."

"Fine." Kurt spat. He had work here. It wouldn't do if he got kicked out now. "Actually…you should watch yourself."

"Excuse me?" Sebastian drew back.

"There's something going on here. You're an ass, and terrible in bed, but you don't deserve to die."

Sebastian's eyes softened. "I know. You watch yourself too." Kurt nodded.

"Hey Blaine." Kurt twitched as Sebastian's Meer cat face went up. "Kurt apparently hates me, so if you want to bend him over…have fun with him, he's all yours. But if you really want a good time, call me." Sebastian winked as he walked off.

"I'm going to kill him." Kurt gritted out. In the corner of his eye he saw Blaine blush ten shades of red.

"Ignore him." He told Blaine. "He likes to think highly of himself. He's really just an ass clown with too big of an ego."

Blaine nodded, still looking slightly embarrassed. "Warbler practice was cancelled, because…you know...Nick. So I'm just going to go home. I'll show you a shortcut to the parking lot."

"Okay." Kurt followed him. "So Blaine, has anyone been acting weird lately?" He asked Blaine as they walked.

"Weird how?"

"Different than usual. Moodier, or…just different."

"Um," Blaine thought. "Well everyone's been acting sad lately, ever since Trent, Jeff, and now Nick died…" He snapped his fingers. "Tristan. He just started being a dick to everyone one day. Especially to Trent, Jeff, Nick…and me…"

Kurt froze for a bit. "That's me right there." Blaine said, pointing to his car.

"Wait." Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's keys.

"What?"

Kurt carefully opened the car door and looked around. He found it under the seat. Great. A hex bag version of a car bomb.

"What is that?" Blaine asked perplexed.

Should he just tell the truth? Might as well. I'm never going to see him after I'm done here. It doesn't matter if he thinks I'm crazy. He thought to himself.

"It's a hex bag. Witches use them to hurt people. I need to burn this." He handed Blaine his keys back. The other boy just stood there with his mouth hanging open.

"…Witches?"

"You should be safe now. Just be extra careful for a while."

Kurt quickly disposed of the hex bag and got into his car. He checked his rear view mirror. Blaine was still standing there gapping. There might have been a better way to handle that.


"So what have you found on Tristan?" He asked Finn when he got home.

"Tristan's dad is a conservative politician who really hates gays. I mean really hate them. You should see his website. It's insane."

"Well I guess maybe all that hatred transferred to his son." Kurt said. He was glad he taught Finn how to do research. It saved him so much time.

"So what did you find out about the Warblers?" Finn asked.

"Oh…um…I need to find Tristan before he kills again. I'll tell you later." Finn glared at him.

Kurt tracked down Tristan's address, and drove over to his house. However, when he got to the house, paramedics were carrying out a body.

"Is that Tristan?" He asked someone. The woman broke down crying. He assumed she was his mother.

"What happened?"

"He choked on the soup!" The woman cried. She looked over to him. "Are you…are you my Tristan's boyfriend?"

What? "Tristan…was gay?"

Tristan's mother nodded. "He was so afraid to tell his father. You must have heard what he was like. Now he'll never get to tell him."

Kurt slipped in through the back door. He saw the spilled soup in the dining room where he assumed Tristan died. Then he caught a whiff of lavender and sandalwood. He looked up. It was inside the chandelier.


He went back to Dalton early next morning. He needed to find this witch before anyone else died.

"Kurt!" Someone called. Kurt turned around and saw Blaine running toward him. "I looked it up last night. Witches, hex bags…that stuff really is real isn't it."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"So are ghosts real too?"

"Yep."

"Vampires?"

"Killed one a few months ago."

"Werewolves."

"I've seen a few."

"Faeries?"

"I wasn't aware of it before, but apparently they really do exist. Nasty little creatures."

"Wow. Do you hunt these things?" Kurt nodded. "That's awesome!" Blaine said, excited. "And now you're about to kill a witch."

"You got it." Kurt said.

"Can I come?"

"No." Kurt started walking away.

"What? Please…I've wondered about this stuff all my life."

"It's not saying much about you if the supernatural is missing from your life."

"But…" Blaine began to say, but Kurt's phone rang. It was Sam. He had let him and Dean know about the witch situation at Dalton. "Hold on." He told Blaine.

"Did you find anything?" He asked when answered the phone.

"Yeah. You said you found lavender and sandalwood in the hex bag?"

"That's right." If it wasn't a hex bag used to kill people, he would have hung it up in his car as an air-freshener.

"Kurt, those things are used as offerings to gods."

Kurt's eyebrows went up. "Really." That was interesting.

"What's more is that the god Baal takes young, gay men as offerings, in order to do people's bidding. He was actually a demon, perceived to be a god."

"Oh. Wow. That's…"

"And there is a summoning ritual that requires the death of four gay men. Four of the summoner's lovers." Kurt's eyes widened. Suddenly he knew. "It's a deep witchcraft spell. It needs someone really powerful to perform it."

"Shit. I know who it is." Kurt's heart raced. "Tell me more about the ritual." Sam told him what kind of place it had to be in.

"Be careful, Kurt."

"Thanks Sam." Kurt hung up. He closed his eyes and sighed. Blaine was still there. "So? Will you take me with you?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine. I'm going to have to kill someone."

"I know. A witch, right?"

"Not only that. This is someone you know. A real person. It'll be different watching me kill someone you've spoken to before."

"It's-it's okay. I can deal with it. I'm going to follow you anyway. You might as well take me with you."

Kurt huffed. "Okay fine. But if you die, don't yell at me." Kurt led him to his car. He popped the trunk, and took out two guns. He handed one to Blaine. He took it gingerly. "What's this for?"

"Got to be prepared." Kurt told him.

"So where are we headed?" Blaine asked.

"Choir room." Kurt said. "Baal liked music. The summoning ritual is more powerful in a place of music and dance." They headed to the choir room. They could hear someone incanting the ritual. Kurt pushed open the door, expecting to find Sebastian. He was surprised to find someone else.

"Thad?" Blaine asked. "You're the witch?"

"You tried to throw me off by putting that hex bag in Blaine's car, didn't you. Crap, I really thought you were Sebastian."

Thad looked annoyed. "I'm only trying to help. Those things are here, eating us by the hundreds. We can't defeat them on our own. You as a hunter should know that."

"Leviathan, you mean. And how is summoning the demon-god of sex addiction going to help any? Leviathans are older than demons. Way smarter."

"I am summoning one of the oldest, most powerful demons known to us. He would fare better than all of us put together." Thad finally smiled. "The last part of the ritual is to sacrifice a virgin. Thank you for bringing me one." Blaine's eyes widened, looking panicked. He tried to move, but couldn't. "Binding spell." Thad answered for him, and began incanting again.

Kurt raised his gun, and got ready to shoot. Suddenly Thad's neck snapped, and he fell to the ground. Sebastian walked in. "Baal is an old Babylonian drunk. All he would do is go to a bar and drink it. He's been useless for centuries."

"Sebastian? You're a witch too?" Blaine asked, able to move again.

"So, what? You're a witch that hunts other witches?" Kurt asked.

"Not all witches." Sebastian replied. "Just idiot ones like Thad here." Kurt raised his gun again.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked. "I just saved Blaine's life."

"You're one of the things I hunt. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you."

"Uh…we're both on the same side? I hunt the same things you do. I just have powers. I'm really useful to have on your side, Kurt. But kill me if it makes you feel better. I won't stay dead. It'll take more than a bullet to really kill me."

Against his better judgment, Kurt lowered his gun. "Okay, but the minute I suspect you're betraying us; I will find a slow and painful way to kill you."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. Then he turned to Blaine, smirking. "So virgin sacrifice, huh. That couldn't have been fun." Sebastian said with a glint in his eyes. Dammit, the Meer cat face again, Kurt thought. "You know, I can help prevent future incidents like that." Blaine shifted uneasily.

"Get the hell away from him." Kurt growled.

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you want him for yourself? Or are you just jealous that you're old news?"

"I am this close to shooting your balls off." Kurt threatened. "I don't know if you're lying about the bullet thing, but even if it won't kill you, it would sure hurt like hell."

Sebastian glared as he stepped away from Blaine. "Fine. Oh by the way Blaine, Kurt's not really a student here; along with hunting down witches, he's also a spy from another glee club." Sebastian said. "Have fun with that."

Blaine blinked as Sebastian left.

"That idiot." Kurt growled, annoyed. "He left us with the body."


After taking care of the body, Kurt left to go home that afternoon. He made sure Blaine wasn't going to go crazy over what he saw, and quickly left.

He supposed Finn was still at football practice. He left his Dalton blazer and tie in the truck, which was good, because it seemed his father was home.

"Dad?" He called out.

"Kurt, come in here. I need to talk to you." His father said from the kitchen. His father was sitting at the kitchen table along with someone. It was the man from the bar. What was he doing here?

"I'm sorry Kurt. When I found out that you were really sixteen, I had to come find your father, and tell him about your…uh…activities."

"Kurt, this man was trying to do the responsible thing by bringing this to my attention." His father said. His voice was stern, and a little hurt.

He turned to the man. "Thank you. You should probably go now. I need to have a little talk with my son now…uh…I'm sorry. I never even got your name."

"Inias. My name is Inias." The man said.

"Inias…interesting name…sounds familiar, actually. Have we met before? Probably not…never mind. Well, anyway no more sex with my underage son, you hear?" Burt chuckled awkwardly.

After the man left, Burt looked at Kurt. "Son…we need to talk."