Author's Note: Thank you for all the supportiness. I love my readers. You give me a reason to post.

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It took Marion less than a month to settle into the small town of Niceville in North Florida. She took a half dozen CLEP test after she got her GED, then got on her way to her PHD. A women's shelter helped her get an apartment and a job once they'd heard her 'story of survival' and she'd made a couple friends at the college.

But she couldn't help but look in the newspaper every morning for demonic signs. She couldn't help but keep a thick line of salt at her windows and a silver blade under her pillow. She would turn on her old burner phone every once in a while to listen to all of the messages Dean had left her. But she never called back. She just listened, cried a few tears, and turned the phone back off.

Marion pulled out her keys and worked them into the deadbolt of her apartment door. She was getting very comfortable in Niceville, she'd even gotten herself a cat, who came to rub itself against her leg. Marion hung her keys on the wall and reached down to pick up the grey creature.

"Hello, Athena! How are you tonight? We ready for some dinner?" Marion asked, petting it.

She opened a can of cat food, then turned to her fridge to grab herself a slice of pie. As she turned around to put the pie tin on the counter, her eye caught her old cell phone. It'd been two weeks since she'd turned it on.

Grabbing a fork to eat straight from the pie tin, Marion turned the phone on. She called into the voicemail and hit 'speaker'.

"You have 1 unheard messages. First unheard message:

Hey, Mare. I-I got no real reason to think you're still alive, or that you've still got this phone… except that it hasn't been turned off yet. I, mostly, just call to hear your voicemail message… usually. But there's something wrong, Mare. Sammy, he's back. He's been out of the Pit for a while now, and… there's something wrong with him. He's cold, emotionless. He's not Sammy. I don't think he sleeps. *static* I don't know what to do, Mare. Bobby and Cas aren't any help. They just want me to deal with it. But I need my Sam. I need my brother. And I would love to have my sister. If you're still alive, please, Call me."

Marion turned the phone off and shook her head. Dean always ended the call that way. This was a different message, though. This told her that Sam was alive and back with Dean. That Bobby and Castiel were alive. She wanted nothing more than to put down her fork, pick up the cell phone and get back to being a Winchester.

But she wasn't a Winchester, anymore. She had been Barbara Deana Singer, legally, for almost a year. Was it worth throwing everything away? Her school work, her friends… the cute 25 year old at the campus coffee shop who flirted with her every day. God, himself, had told her not to contact her twin. Who was she to ignore God's advice?

But she was a Winchester, at least by birth, and when have the Winchesters ever bowed to God's Will?

"Chuck… My Lord, please forgive me. My brothers need me." She whispered, picking up the phone.

"Marion?!" Dean answered, excitedly.

"Hi, Dean." She said, meekly.

"Where are you? What happened at Chuck's? Why haven't you been answering the phone?"

"Nothing happened, where I am is of no consequence and… I haven't answered because… because Chuck made it clear that… if I disappeared somewhere, I'd be able to have a real life. Like… you and Lisa. Why aren't you with Lisa?"

"I wasn't cut out for the normal life. But it sounds like you are. Since you haven't called me back for a year."

"Dean… I had to try, you know? New place, new story. You tried, too."

"I'm not a construction worker. I'm a hunter. And you aren't a college kid. You're a Winchester."

Marion sighed and sat down at her little table, wondering how Dean had known what she'd done with her life. "What's wrong with Sammy? Is it demon blood?"

"No. He's not craving anything. He seems… cold. And he, uh, he let me get turned into a vampire. Just stood there while I got turned. He's not our Sam." Dean answered.

"Well, what happened? Last I heard, Lucifer had Sam. The plan was bunk. Michael had Adam and Bobby and Castiel were going to die."

"More info from Chuck? Michael, Lucifer, Sam and Adam went into the Pit. God brought Cas back, he brought Bobby back. Something brought Sam back from the Pit and… he didn't come back right, or something. I need you… please, Mare."

"Where are you, Dean? I'll head your way."

"You're just gonna drop everything and head my way?"

"I'll have to give notice at the diner and at the college, but… yeah. I'll drop everything and head your way."

"We're headed to a case in Illinois. Calumet City. We should be there by tomorrow morning. When should I expect you?"

"It's a 14 hour drive for me… but I have stuff to take care of. Give me 3 days, okay?"

"You got 3 days, then I'm calling in the cavalry. 3 days." Dean threatened.

"3 days."

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Marion was on a mountainside looking out at a sea of green tree tops. It was a dream, everything was just too perfect.

"Every time I try to write one of you Winchesters into a normal life, you screw it up."

Marion turned her head toward the voice. "Chuck!"

"Does calling me by that name make it easier to defy my wishes?"

"My brothers need me… sir. Lord. Something is wrong with Sam."

"Nothing is wrong with him Whoever pulled him out just did it wrong. Because there aren't very many entities who could do that correctly." Chuck responded.

"So, he is Sam?"

"Yes. You know that you are throwing away everything you've spent the last year putting together?"

Marion shrugged. "It's a year. I know it's not what you wanted, sir, but it's… I can't abandon them to this hunters life. If they have to be hunters, so do I."

Chuck gave a small snort. "I don't know if that is Dean's crazy loyalty or Elizabeth Cornwell's nobility, but damn. You've got that Winchester martyr complex down." He sighed and stood, obstructing her view of the trees. "If you're going back, you need to remember. No matter what he's done, or how he acts, he is Sam. And since you're more loyal to your family than you are to me, you have to figure out how to fix him."

Marion stood. "How do I fix it if I don't know what's wrong?"

"That's not my problem. I might not have written your character past age 4, but you ended up pretty smart. You'll figure it out."

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As she kissed Athena and handed the ball of gray fur over to the shelter employee, her mind checked that off her mental to-do list.

Marion walked out to the Mustang. She'd packed all of her clothes and books into the back seat. As she drove off toward the college, she pondered about what could be wrong with Sam. And how she'd deal with being around Castiel.

Marion knocked lightly as she headed into the classroom. The old woman in bifocals who'd taught her for the last 2 semesters looked up at her.

"The look on your face speaks volumes, Miss Singer. What's wrong, Bobbi?"

Marion took a seat in front of the desk and sighed. "I'm going to have to take myself out of classes, Mrs. Dunn. My brother called me. He's been diagnosed with cirrhosis. I'm all he has. So I have to go home."

"That's terrible, Bobbi. Is there any chance of you getting registered somewhere up there?"

"Not likely, ma'am. He's not doing very well and he'll need me around pretty much full time."

"Well, I suppose I understand, but… you're a very bright woman. You deserve more than a GED and an Associates. Please, do me a favor. Sign up for online course."

Marion stood and shook the crone's hand. "I'll look into it, ma'am. Thank you for your support. You have a wonderful life."

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Marion pulled her Mustang into the first cheap motel she saw and pulled into the parking spot next to the Impala. She walked up to the door that the Impala was parked in front of and knocked. The door was jerked open and Dean stared at her.

"Knock knock?" She whispered.

As Dean wrapped his arms around her, Marion's eyes landed on Castiel. He looked surprised to see her and hurt, but mostly, he looked tired. Not physically, of course, Jimmy Novak would never tire. His eyes, though, told her she'd missed far more than just whatever had broken her baby brother.

"I'm so glad you're finally here. I was wondering if that call was a dream or what?" Dean said, pushing her inside.

"I'm here early, Dean. I said 3 days, not- holy heck! What happened to Sam?!" Marion asked, pushing past Dean.

"That is not Sam. Sam wouldn't have been able to lie to me under the Veritas curse. Sam sure as Hell wouldn't have let me get turned into a vampire just to get info on the Alpha."

Marion bent down to examine Sam's beaten face. "You imbecile! This is Sam. Whoever brought him back just did it wrong."

"And you know this, how, exactly?" Castiel asked.

"I dreamed it. Last night, I dreamed that Ch-… that God came to me and told me that this is really Sam. That there aren't a lot of entities who could have brought him back correctly. And whoever tried, wasn't one of them."

"God told you that?" Castiel asked, sounding a mixture of angry and amused. "God, who didn't care about the Apocalypse his angels started, doesn't care about the civil war happening in Heaven, who didn't care to punish, or better, to stop me from… but he cares to tell you about Sam?"

She looked up, sadly. "It was a dream, Castiel. As in, my id trying to send a message to my conscious mind. Not really God. But it's nice that I have more faith than the angel in the room." Marion turned back to her baby brother as he started to stir.

"Marion? I thought you were dead." Sam said. There was no emotion behind his words. Cold, just like Dean had said.

"Kinda the point, Sasquatch." She replied, examining him.

"You ran away from us?" Still, just the words.

"No. I ran away from hunting, not this family. Besides, last I heard, you and Adam were in the Pit, Bobby was dead. Castiel was dead, and Dean was on his way to live a normal life with Lisa. Chuck said I could have a normal life, too, if I just disappeared. But my little brother is sick. Being here is more important than being normal."

"This is a waste of time! May I do what I came to do?" Castiel asked pushing forward. "Has he been feverish, Dean?"

Dean looked, pointedly at Sam. "Have you?"

"No. Why?"

"Is he speaking in tongues?" Castiel turned to Sam. "Are you speaking in tongues?"

Sam looked confused. "No. What are you… are you diagnosing me?"

"You better hope he can." Venom dripped off of Dean's words.

"You really think this is…" Sam started.

"What, you think there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of Hell wrong? He asks, you answer! Then, you shut your hole. Got it?" Dean ordered.

"Dean…" Marion pleaded.

"You're not helpin', Mare." Dean snapped.

"How much do you sleep?" Castiel asked.

"I don't."

"At all?" Marion and Dean asked.

"Not since I got back." Sam confirmed.

"And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?" Dean growled.

"Of course it did, Dean. I-I just never told you."

Marion looked to Castiel, who had a strange look in his eyes. A cross between recognition and sadness.

"Sam, what are you feeling now?" Castiel asked.

Sam scoffed. "I feel like my nose is broken."

"No. That's a physical sensation. How do you feel?"

"Well, I think-" Sam started. Marion bit the inside of her cheek as it dawned on her that Sam wasn't feeling anything.

Whoever brought him back turned him into a sociopath. She thought.

"Feel." Castiel insisted.

"I-" Sam looked around, confused. "-don't know."

Castiel threw a look to Dean, then began to take off his belt. Marion blushed and looked away as the belt pulled through the loops.

"What, uh…" Sam began.

"This will be unpleasant." Castiel said, offering the belt to Sam. "Bite down on this. If there's some place you find soothing, you should go there… in your mind." He said, shoving the belt in his mouth and placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Marion turned back around and winced as Castiel shoved his right hand into Sam's chest. "Oh, my god!" She shouted as Sam groaned against the leather. His skin radiated a glow up to his neck. The belt dropped out of Sam's mouth as Castiel pulled his hand out of Sam's chest. Castiel picked up his belt and turned away from Sam, dejectedly.

Dean looked at him, expectantly. "Did you find anything?"

The angel avoided his eyes, looking down at the floor. "No."

"So, that's good news?" Marion asked, but she knew it wasn't.

"I'm afraid not. Physically, he's perfectly healthy."

"Then, what?" Dean asked, trying to get Castiel to look at him.

"It's his soul." Castiel finally looked up into Dean's eyes, still avoiding Marion's. "It's gone."

Dean scoffed and shook his head a little. "Um… I'm s- I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no-."

"Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul." Castiel answered.

Marion smirked and walked in front of Castiel, purposefully catching his eyes. "So… whoever brought him back…" She looked pointedly at Dean. "…brought him back wrong."

Dean ignored her. "So, where is it?"

"My guess is… Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer."

"So, is he even still Sam?" Dean asked.

"Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question." Castiel started.

"Of course, he is. No matter what he does or says, he's still Sam." Marion interjected.

"Well, then, just get his soul back." Dean said.

"Dean…" Marion and Castiel said at the same time.

"Well, you pulled me out."

"It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible." Castiel said.

"Okay, well, there's got to be a way." Dean said.

"So, are you gonna untie me?" Sam asked.

"Yes." Marion said.

"No." Dean responded.

"Listen, I'm not gonna-." Sam started.

"Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" Dean growled.

"Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps." Sam sighed. "I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Please let me go."

"You're kidding, right?" Dean asked.

"Well, what are you gonna do, just keep him locked up in here forever?" Marion asked.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Dean quipped.

"Okay, fine, look, I get it. I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me." Sam defended.

"Is it?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Marion and Sam said at the same time. "So, just let me go." Sam finished.

"No way in Hell."

"I didn't want it to come to this." Sam sighed and stood. "You're not gonna hold me, Dean. Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me. Let's fix this."

"I'm gonna be watching every move you make." Dean said.

"Fine. Sounds about right to me."

"Cas, clean him up." Dean instructed.

Castiel touched Sam's forehead and the blood disappeared from his face.

"All right, if we're gonna figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to find who yanked you out. You say you don't know?"

"No idea."

"Then, we start a list. If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?" Dean asked.

"Whoever it was, isn't as strong as they think they are." Marion said.

"I don't know." Castiel turned to Sam. "You have no memory of your resurrection?"

Something about how he asked that question, it didn't seem right to Marion.

"I woke up in a field. That's all I got." Sam answered.

"No clues? None?" Dean asked.

"I've got one." Sam said. "Samuel was brought back at the same time as me. We could ask him if he's got anything."

"I'm not going with." Marion said, taking her jacket off and throwing it on the chair Sam had been tied to. As Dean gave a disappointed look, she continued, "Look, not only is meeting my dead grandpa really low on my list of priorities, I'm fuckin' exhausted. I just drove 14 hours by my lonesome. I am running on a 4 pack of Red Bull I bought before I left and some truck stop coffee in Kentucky. I'm gonna crash. Text me."

Dean sighed a little. "Okay. Get some rest. Cas, you coming?"

"I'll meet you there."

Marion tried to ignore the angel's eyes on her back as she bent down to pull off her sneakers, but when she turned around, he was still staring.

"I thought you were dead." Castiel said.

"Well, I knew you were." She rubbed her eyes, exhaustion making them heavy. "Look, I wasn't lying about being tired, Castiel. I need to get some sleep."

"You said you forgave me, but you still seem upset."

"You were gonna die! I couldn't tell you the truth." Marion sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed nearest the door, Dean's bed. "But over the last year, I have forgiven you. I've come to terms with the fact that despite her actions, there was no way you could have known I was possessed. And I've forgiven the fact that you were angry at Our Father for his non-involvement, and you took it out on my body. But my forgiveness doesn't make everything okay. It just makes it… where it could get better."

Marion looked up into the angel's bright blue eyes. "Right now, though, being here in this room with you… it just fills me with sadness, Castiel."

Castiel nodded. "I suppose it's better not to be distracted right now. For both of us. Welcome back, Marion." He said, before disappearing.

Marion leaned back and tried to sink into the pillow. "My brother doesn't have a soul. How can I fix that? And how do I deal with Castiel? Chuck, you should've just told me that this wasn't worth it."

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Marion woke to 2 new messages on her phone.

Gramps has his soul still keep eye on him. Goin on a hunt. Let you no how it goes.

and

Crowley brought em back. Campbells have ben his puppets 4 mons. Oow back.

Marion flipped open her phone and dialed Dean's number. "What do you mean, Crowley brought them back? That doesn't make sense, Dean." she said, as soon as the phone clicked to denote Dean had picked up.

"Well, take it up with him. Crowley showed up, said he was the King of Hell now that Lilith and Lucifer are out of the way and he said he brought back Grandpa Campbell and Sammy. He said he's got Sam's soul."

"I could, maybe, see him having Sammy's soul, Dean, but Samuel Campbell was in Heaven. He was a hunter, he was a good man and he loved his family. King of Hell, or not, Crowley wouldn't have access to a soul in Heaven."

"Maybe he wasn't as good a man as you think. Crowley has Sammy's soul. And we're gonna have to do what he wants us to do until we can get it back."

Marion shook her head. He wasn't going to listen to her. He'd found an answer, and knowing where Sam's soul was, even if it is in the hands of a demon, is better than not knowing at all.

"What's your ETA?" She asked.

"Hour and a half."

"See ya then." She said, flipping her phone closed.

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They had packed up and headed out as soon as they got back to Calumet City, barely listening to their sister as she tried to convince them, "He couldn't have done it alone."

They pulled into a roadside rib shack and Dean pulled out his cell phone. Marion started to order as Dean was walking away, but a figure in an expensive suit popped up next to her. Crowley looked her up and down.

"Well, aren't you a nice, soft version of that male model you call a twin? Where were you when I had to deal with those idiots a year ago?"

"Fuck off, you piece of demon scum." She said, before turning to the server. "Just a #1 combo, please."

Crowley smirked. "And there's that Winchester wit."

She handed her cash to the server and turned her full attention to the King of Hell. "Don't talk to me like you know me, Crowley. You might have my brothers and Samuel thinking that we need to just bend over and take it, but I'm far from convinced."

"And why's that?"

"Samuel Campbell was in Heaven. He was a good man who spent his life killing things like you and he went to Heaven for his trouble. He'd sure as fuck remember being in Hell. Learned last year that you don't get to remember Paradise unless Heaven wants you to remember." Marion jerked her head quickly to hear a satisfying pop. "He was in Heaven and you don't have access. And I don't think you have access to Lucifer's cage, either. Lilith didn't have access when she was in your position."

Crowley let all of her facts roll through his mind, then nodded. "Sounds good. You're a smart girl… but you seem to have Cassandra's curse. Why does you family believe me and not you?"

She shook her head as she grabbed napkins. "Dean's scared. He'd rather believe he's found an answer that sucks than keep looking fruitlessly. Sam just seems a bit gullible now that he doesn't have a soul and his sense of normal is shot. Samuel… he's desperate. And you are feeding off of all of it. It makes you happy to know you've got 2 different generations of legendary hunters doing your errands." Marion leaned forward, inches away from Crowley's face.

"But I will figure this out. Because God believes I can fix this."

"In'nat backward? Shouldn't you have faith in him?"

Marion gave a snort and looked directly into his eyes, purposely putting a crazy edge to her words. "Are you forgetting who you're talking to? I'm the one the angels saved. They changed history to bring me back. I was chosen. If anyone in the world were to have a conversation with God, don't you think it'd be me?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and tried to determine whether she was serious. "I can't tell if yer insane or not. Good job."

He disappeared and reappeared over near Sam and Dean. She walked up just in time to hear Crowley say, "Give him a kiss for me."

"I'll call you back." Dean said, closing the phone.

"Good news, boys! I've got a job for you." Crowley said, pulling out a chair and turning it around to sit backwards.

"I'm gonna say this once. You can take your job and shove it up your ass." Dean growled.

Marion rolled her eyes at Dean's posturing. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?" Crowley responded.

"You're not my boss, Dickbag."

"Dean, Dean. Been through this. Quit clutching your pearls. You've been working for me for some time now. Sam here, longer."

"They didn't know." Marion said, taking a bite of ribs as Sam said, "We didn't know."

"Like that makes a difference to you. You'd sell your siblings for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda." Crowley quipped. Marion shook her head a bit, not letting him rattle her. "Look, I'm sending you-"

"No." Dean interrupted.

"Beg pardon?"

"I've done some shady stuff in my time, but I am not doing this. No." Dean said.

"Ten quid says you will." Crowley said, reaching over to touch the back of Sam's hand. He yelled as his skin began to sizzle and a burn crept across his hand. "You like pain, Sam? You like Hell?"

Crowley turned his attention to Dean. "You need to stop thinking of this as some kind of deal. This is a hostage situation, you arrogant little thug. I own your brother! Do you understand me?"

Crowley snapped his fingers and Sam stopped gasping in pain. "Come on, Dean, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive- you bag me a live alpha, and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back, with a cherry on top."

"What, alpha vamp not good enough for you?" Sam asked, while Marion rolled her eyes at Crowley's promise.

"Best mind where you poke your nose, if you wanna keep it. Your merry little hike up the food chain starts here." Crowley put a newspaper down on the table. "Businessman found dead in his car… chest ripped open… heart missing. Sounds like?"

"Werewolf." Marion answered.

"No, it's not a full moon." Dean countered.

"Werewolves turning on the full moon- so '09." Crowley quipped.

"He's right. Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on the half moon. Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess." Sam said.

"Yeah. I guess."

"So, it's settled then. You bag the howler, bring it home to papa. See ya soon, kids." Crowley said, before disappearing.

Marion picked up the paper and flipped it open. Her brothers stood. "Are you really gonna just do a demon's bidding? Look at this." She said, putting the paper back on the table. 4 nuns commit suicide at convent shined up at them. "This is more our speed."

Dean skimmed the article, then pushed the paper away. "We'll look into that after we bag an alpha for Crowley. Werewolves are our speed, too. If the nuns are that important to you, we'll kick it to Bobby and he can get someone else out here for it."

Marion sighed deeply and stood, picking up the paper. "Screw that. I'll do it, myself. Have fun being Crowley's personal hunters. I'll be in Tennessee."

Dean stood. "Mare, come on."

She turned. "No, Dean. You want to be a demon's ass puppet, fine. I'm gonna do what we should be doing. Killing monsters instead of handing them over to other monsters."

"He's got Sam's soul! What are we supposed to do?"

"Find another way! You're supposed to be some semblance of John Winchester's sons. And if you're not gonna do the right thing, I'll do it myself." She tossed the newspaper through her open window and jerked open the Mustang's door.

"Just let her go, Dean. She'll just get in our way. Maybe she'll get herself killed in Tennessee and things can go back to the way they were before the angels fucked it all up." Sam said.

Marion chose to slam her door and peel out of the lot, instead of raging at her soulless brother.

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Marion hit the steering wheel when she saw Castiel standing on the shoulder of the highway. He appeared in her passenger seat less than a minute later.

"You can tell Dean to go fuck himself." She said, before Castiel had a chance to open his mouth.

"Why would I tell him that?"

Marion rolled her eyes. "You're here because Dean sent you, right? Told you where I was going and told you to convince me to go back?"

"Dean told me that you had abandoned them and that you should be brought back to them."

Marion pulled onto the shoulder and put the car in neutral so she could turn to face the angel. "Did he tell you why I 'abandoned' them? Neither of them will listen to me. Crowley's got them convinced that they have to run errands for him so they can get Sam's soul back from him. But Crowley doesn't have his soul, and nobody will listen to me about it! They've been Sam and Dean so long that nobody else can get a word in. I'm over it! I'm gonna go be a damn hunter while they help Crowley find a way into Purgatory." She sighed, deeply, glad to get that off her chest.

"And you're gonna go back to Heaven. It already seems like you aren't doing very well, and you constantly having to come down here to do my brother's bidding, it can't be helping. Go focus on your own fight. We'll be fine on our own."

Castiel stared at her. "How did you know?"

She rubbed her eyes and looked at her lap. She didn't want to admit she'd spent so long studying him that first day at the motel.

"You hold yourself different. You aren't defeated, but… there's no victory in your eyes."

Castiel blinked a few times, then nodded and disappeared. She wondered if she'd given away too much of herself for a few moments, but then she put the car in gear and pulled back onto the highway.

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Author Note: Another chapter gone! I've decided that I'm gonna go a little off-road at the end of Season 6, beginning of Season 7. I'll end up back where the show went, but I'm gonna take a scenic route for Marion. Read and review, peoples.