One Way or Another

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. I'll die?" Charlie exclaims in surprise.

"I didn't tell anyone, but yes. The Stynes will find and murder you in a motel. I don't think it would be wise to tempt fate by just going somewhere else either." Cat responds matter-of-factly.

"What should I do, then? I need to be able to concentrate." Charlie emphasizes. She knows if she can just get some peace and quiet, she can crack this.

"Can you not work here if Rowena is in there? I can even go somewhere else too if you need me to." Cat offers, trying to find a good solution.

"Couldn't you just fly us to the Bunker or something? Surely we'll be safe there." Charlie counters.

"Damn, we really left you out of the loop." Cat comments with a wince. She hadn't even thought to tell Charlie about everything that's happened. "This black band isn't just an accessory. When the Coven had me, they put this on. It's warded to keep me from using my powers or for anyone to use their own powers on me. The general consensus is that if it's removed before the twins are born, then it could damage them. So until September, I'm grounded essentially."

"Wow, Cat. I'm sorry that happened. I can make do with a Rowena-free room then." Charlie concedes.

She and Cat get back to work and soon Cas joins them. "Thanks for the help, Cas." Cat tells him with a smile.

"Of course, Cat. Have you two made any progress?" he questions, looking over their notes.

"I think we may be close." Cat replies, hoping for the best.

"Got it!" Charlie crows triumphantly nearly a half hour later.

"Are you sure?" Cas asks her, cautious optimism evident in both his voice and his face. Instead of answering him verbally, she turns her screen to face him. His eyes widen in delight at the infinity match for the code. "I'll go bring Rowena back. With this, she should be able to decode the Book of the Damned."

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"Cat? What is it?" Sam answers his phone when I call.

"Charlie cracked the code, we're so close Sam!" I exclaim excitedly.

I hear a sharp inhale then, "She really did it?"

"Yeah, Sam. Soon we'll have our Dean back. How is he by the way?"

"Not good. He drove off after he figured out about the book. I think he went after the Stynes, we had one but he escaped."

"Shit. I thought that since Charlie was okay he wouldn't go off the reservation like that."

"Charlie? Why wouldn't she be okay? What aren't you telling me, Cat?"

"Charlie was supposed to be murdered by the Stynes, but I prevented it. Looks like I didn't drastically change things if Dean still went after the Stynes."

I hear a frustrated sigh before he replies, "After all this is over, we're going to sit down and talk about keeping important information like that to yourself. Pass the phone to Cas for me."

I quickly hand the phone off to Cas who had just finished getting Rowena settled back at her table. He walks off and I tune him out, focusing on Rowena instead. "Would you like some help? I've always been good at languages."

"You're like a wee babe compared to me. How could you possibly read such an ancient language?" she scoffs haughtily.

"I already know the three main ingredients." I counter sharply. I don't like the way she dismissed me so easily.

"Sure you do, lass. Do us a favor and go back to your gadgets. Leave this to the professionals." she dismisses me without a single glance my way.

"Something made by man but forbidden by God, something made by God but forbidden to man, and something you love." I list off angrily.

"Bah, mere speculations. Run along dear."

Frustrated, I storm out to my car and shut myself in, but leave it off. "If she'd just listen, we could end this quickly." I fume, voicing my annoyance to the car's interior. Sulking in my seat, I'm startled by a tap on my window. Cranking it down, Cas hands the phone back to me.

"I'm leaving to try to find Dean and Sam should be here soon. He wants you to stay with Charlie until he gets here so you two can keep an eye on Rowena." he tells me.

"Alright, be careful Cas. Dean isn't in his right mind right now." I warn.

"You be careful too, Cat. Just because she's in iron chains doesn't mean she's harmless. If you need anything, call Sam or I. Don't leave under any circumstances and don't let Charlie leave." he instructs.

"Will do." I respond lightly, jokingly saluting him. This earns a smile from in and a low chuckle. I roll the window back up and exit the car while Cas climbs into his own. Waving to him as he leaves, I make my way back into the warehouse to rejoin Charlie.

"So I guess we are stuck on babysitting duty." Charlie sighs once I relay what Cas told me. We mess around on her laptop while waiting for Sam to show up. Rowena still sits at the table, not doing anything productive at all.

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When Sam walks in, he sees Rowena filing her nails while Cat and Charlie seem to be watching something on YouTube. He walks over to Rowena and says, "I thought you could read the book now? Why aren't you translating?"

"About that. I said I can read the book, never said I would." she tells him.

"We had a deal." he reminds her.

"We did, we do. And it's time you held up your end. I want my son dead."

"After-"

"-Now. Once I cast the spell, and you need me to cast that spell, who knows what'll happen."

Sam slams his hand angrily on the table. "I don't have time for this!" he yells angrily.

"Right, you don't! Your brother's a walkin' freakin' time bomb, and the clock, she's a ticking. So you will kill my son, and you will do it my way, now!" Rowena finishes.

Sam throws his hands up in annoyance and walks over to the two girls who had been watching the entire exchange. "Charlie, there's not anything else we need you for if you want to leave."

"Thanks, Sam. I have some stuff to take care of so I'll go ahead and head out." she replies easily.

"Cat, you should go home too. Get some rest and decent food." he continues, turning to the woman in question.

"I can go with you if you don't want me alone with Rowena." she offers.

"No, Cat. You need to go home." Sam declares with an air of finality.

"But I can help!" Cat exclaims, trying to change his mind. She has a weird feeling that the Bunker isn't safe, but her memory is fuzzy.

Sam huffs out a breath and calms his features. "You can't come with me, Crowley is still a dangerous bastard, and you can't stay here either. The Bunker is the safest place for you, and that's final."

Defeated, Cat resignedly says, "Okay, Sam. Text me or call me if anything happens."

"Same for you, Cat. Drive safe and let me know when you get back so I'll know you're okay."

With that, the three each get into their individual cars and drive away. Charlie heads home, Sam sets out to trap and kill Crowley, and Cat makes her way home. She texts Sam before stepping out of the car and into the garage.

Cat: In the garage. Don't do anything stupid, Moose

Moose: Get some rest, Cat. I'll let you know if anything happens

Putting her phone away, she climbs the stairs and enters the hallway. She makes a beeline for her room and is soon changed and tucked under the covers. While she's asleep, she misses the sound of the exterior door being broken down and voices filling the halls.

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I'm yanked out of sleep, literally, by someone pulling me out of my bed. "Who do we have here? One of the Winchesters' bitch? Knocked up bitch by the looks of it." I hear a man with some kind of a southern accent say. I'm on my hands and knees on the floor where I caught myself as I fell. My face is wrenched up and I find myself looking up at a blond man with cold eyes. Behind him stand another man and a boy.

"Sister, actually. Y'all must be Stynes." I conclude.

"Indeed we are. I wasn't aware the Winchesters had a sister. Where have they been hiding you?"

"I've been away for some time." I answer vaguely. I'm hoping that by keeping them talking I can buy some time to plan an escape. This was why I had a bad feeling, I had forgotten about the Stynes ransacking the place.

"Cyrus." the blonde barks. "Help the poor girl up and make her comfortable." As the boy, Cyrus, walks over, the blonde pulls him close and whispers something. Cyrus' eyes widen in dismay, but he nods resolutely and continues over to me.

"Come on." he says gently as he helps me off the floor and leads me toward the library. He grabs some rope they must have brought and proceeds to tie me to one of the chairs. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Eldon will hurt us both if I don't do this." he apologizes.

"I understand, it's okay." I reassure him. He's not a bad guy, just being forced to be bad against his will. I can hardly blame him for trying to protect us both by obeying. I watch as they destroy my home. I cry out in heartbreak and anger as the blonde, Eldon, rips my dragon in half as the other man smashes the framed photo of Kev and I.

"Oh I'm sorry, was that important to you?" Eldon mocks, laughing at the pain on my face. "Sentimentality gets you killed."

"Or gets you killed." I bite back threateningly.

"Feisty one, aren't you? What could you possibly do to me?"

"She may not be able to do anything, but I can." Dean growls from somewhere behind me.

"Dean! Don't!" I shout, trying to prevent the massacre.

"Well there he is. I hope you brought marshmallows." Eldon greets, unaware of his imminent demise.

"Been looking for you." Dean says, coming into view finally.

"You got lucky before. This time, I'm sporting some new upgrades. See my old man-" Eldon goads.

"Your old man's dead. They're all dead. So you can save me the speech on the three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples, for the ladies... or the fellas, I don't judge. But even with all that, you still only have one brain." Looking in Dean's face, I don't even recognize him anymore.

"So?" Eldon responds.

Dean draws his gun and shoots Eldon in the head before he has even realized what happened, then aims at Cyrus.

"No no no no no, don't! Don't!" Cyrus pleads.

"Dean! Don't shoot him!" I plead as well.

"Why not? He's one of them." he responds to me, eyes and gun never wavering from Cyrus.

Cyrus' voice shakes as he denies. "No. No, I'm not! Okay, I hate my family! See, look! (pulls up shirt) No stitches! I'm not like them, I promise."

"Oh, you are like them. There's bad in you. It's in your blood. Now you can deny it and you can run from it all you want, but that bad... will always win." Dean tells him.

"Dean, please. He's not a bad guy." I continue to try to talk him down, frustrated that I'm tied up.

"Then why was he destroying our home and leaving you tied up?" he counters.

"I'll do anything you want. Okay, please. You don't need to do this. Please." Cyrus cries. I begin to cry too, knowing how this will end.

Dean hesitates, but then responds, "Yeah. I do." and shoots Cyrus. I scream and Cas barrels in.

"Dean!" he shouts, causing Dean to look at him. "What have you done?"

"I put down a monster." he replies. Cas looks shaken, but rushes over to my side and unties me.

"Cat, go to your room and lock the door." he instructs me quietly.

"Cas, no! Dean needs-"

"Dean is extremely violent and not in control. He could hurt you and I can't let that happen." He then turns and starts talking to Dean, presumably to distract him from my retreat.

"Sorry, Cas." I whisper under my breath and slowly inch closer to where the two are talking.

"Yeah well, that Dean's always been kind of a dick." I hear Dean say. He then tries to leave but Cas grabs his shoulder to stop him.

"Dean. I don't want to have to hurt you." Cas tells him, both unaware of my presence.

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem." Dean sneers before he grabs Cas' hand and wrenches it off of his shoulder. He then punches him hard in the face with his other hand.

"Dean! Stop!" I cry.

"Cat! Get out of here!" Cas shouts before Dean cuts him off with a few more punches. He throws Cas on the floor then turns on me, nothing but pure rage on his face.

"Dean, you need to calm down." I say soothingly, praying it helps.

Dean, no longer in full control, lunges at me and lands a solid hit on the right side of my face. As he goes to punch me again, Cas shouts, "Dean! Don't! Don't hurt her!"

Dean then turns back to Cas and attacks him viciously. I try to pull him off, but he shoves me off and I fall, off balance, head colliding with the corner of a table. Woozily I turn my head and see Dean pull out Cas' angel blade. He pulls Cas up by his tie and prepares to stab him, but Cas grabs his hand.

"No, Dean. Please." Cas coughs, blood coming out of his mouth.

Dean stares at him coldly then thrusts the blade into a book near Cas' head. "You and Sam stay the hell away from me. Next time I won't miss." he states as he walks away, leaving Cas and I on the floor. We both watch him leave in horror, unable to reconcile the man we know with the man in front of us.

You hear the dooooorrrr slam and re-a-lize there's nowhere left to ruuunnn. You feel the coooolllld hand and wonder if you'll ever see the suuuunnn. You close your eyyyyes and hope that this is just i-mag-i-nation. Girl! But all the whiiilllle you hear the creature creepin' up behind. You're out of tiiii-

"Hello?" I croak, having drug myself over to where my phone had been discarded on the floor by the Stynes.

"Cat? What's wrong?" I hear Sam ask worriedly, reacting to my hoarse voice.

"Dean, he uhh…he left." I stutter out.

"He was there? Did he hurt you? Where's Cas?"

"Cas is pretty beat up. Dean he….he wasn't in control."

"Shit! Did he hurt you? Please answer, Cat."

"I'll be fine, but you need to find him before he gets someone else killed. He killed the three Stynes that broke in, including a kid, Sam."

"The Stynes were there?"

"Yeah, they tied me up and trashed the place, but didn't hurt me."

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"I'm gonna try to help Cas, see you soon." I end the call. I gingerly crawl over to Cas, the impact with the table making me extremely dizzy and nauseous. "Cas?"

He opens his eyes and turns his glassy eyes to me. "You should have hidden." he coughs out, more blood dribbling out of his mouth.

"I should have, but I couldn't leave you alone with him. A shiner and a knock to the head is nothing compared to what he did to you. I can't believe he-"

"We both know that was the Mark, not Dean. Dean would never lift a finger against you. He's losing his war with the Mark." Cas cuts me off.

"You're right. Sam's on his way so let's get you up off the floor at least." With a good bit of difficulty, I get to my feet and carefully pull Cas up as well. He leans on me heavily as I guide him to the chair I was recently bound in.

"Cas? Cat?" Sam's voice comes from the hall.

"In here!" I call out, sinking into a chair of my own as I try to fight the spinning vision.

"Oh my God!" he exclaims in shock as he takes in the two of us. I reach back to the throbbing lump on the back of my head and feel a wetness. Pulling my hand back, I confirm that I'm bleeding. "Dean did all this?" he questions as he takes in the three dead bodies as well.

"He's losing his fight with the Mark. This is only the beginning if we can't remove it." Cas predicts ominously. Sam runs and grabs the heavy duty first aid kit from the bathroom and begins patching Cas up.

"You should put some ice on that cheek before it swells too much." he instructs me. I take a deep breath and slowly push myself to my feet, pausing until the room settles around me. Sam notices this and says, "Are you okay?"

"Dean pushed her off when she tried to get him to stop attacking me. She fell back and cracked her head on the corner of the table. I believe she may have a slight concussion." Cas informs him, wincing as Sam presses a bit too roughly on one of his cuts.

"Sit down, I'll get it." he commands, gently pressing me back into the chair. He walks off and soon returns with an ice pack wrapped in a towel. He gingerly sets it against my surely swollen face and has me hold it in place while he continues cleaning Cas up. When he finishes that, he comes back over to me and checks Cas' theory of a concussion. "Cas was right, you have a small concussion. What were you thinking, Cat? You knew he was violent and dangerous!"

"I had to try! He was attacking Cas! You three are my brothers, I couldn't just stand by!" I argue, raising my voice.

"And if he had attacked you? What if he had hurt the twins? You can't keep putting yourself in danger! How's Dean going to feel when he realizes what he did and could have done?" Sam lectures, raising his voice to match mine.

"I'm fine, Sam. I've had a lot worse and you know it. This is nothing compared to Mággisa."

"You're missing the point! You have more than just yourself to think about."

"So if I wasn't pregnant then you'd be okay with this?"

"No, Cat. I meant that losing you would kill us. You being missing was hard enough, I can't even begin to imagine if you had-" His voice breaks and he clears his throat before continuing. "Look, yes you being pregnant makes a difference, but we never want you risking your life like that period."

I'm shocked by his voice breaking as he was talking. I know how hard that time was on them. "I understand, Sam. That's why I had to interfere. Cas is my brother and I love him. I can't imagine losing him, Dean, or you. Y'all are all I have and I was trying to protect that."

"Guys, we should really be focusing on finding Dean instead of arguing." Cas interjects. Sam and I agree to a truce and set about finding or lost brother. Sam and I both try calling Dean, but 12 voicemails later, nothing. Sam also starts making some witch-killing brew while I fill hollowed out bullets with it. Rowena is gonna help us regardless of Sam's failed attempt on Crowley.

Sam and Cas argue about whether it's a good idea to remove the Mark while I try not to get dragged in. If they knew about the Darkness, they'd never go through with it and we'd lose Dean. Soon we're all heading back to the warehouse to confront Rowena, Sam and I in his car and Cas in his own car. The boys decided it would be best for me to tag along since the Bunker was compromised.

"Hello, boys. Cat too, lovely. Just in time for tea, u-unless something on your mind?" Rowena greets us.

"Five things, actually." Sam says, raising and cocking his gun. "Hollow tips filled with witch-killing brew."

"How exciting for you. Your NRA will be beside themselves with pride." Rowena mocks.

"No more games, Rowena." Sam growls out. "Do the spell now."

"Or what exactly?" Rowena asks. In answer, Sam looks down at his gun. "Come on, Samuel!" she exclaims, standing up. "You and I both know that's nothing but a bluff. Charlie may have cracked the codex, but who's going to read it if I'm gone? Not to mention handling the ingredients, getting the measurements just right" she raises her voice as she continues. "Unless, of course, any of you have spent years of your life studying with the greats, mastering the intricacies of high witchcraft? But forgive me. Maybe you have. I know you're upset. We all are. Poor Dean. Let's just have a nice wee cup of tea... and negotiate."

Sam uncocks his gun and approaches her. "What do you want?"

"Oh, well, we know what I wanted." she answers. "Soiled the sheets on that one, didn't we? Let's talk about what I'll take, my freedom guaranteed and the codex."

"Sam, you can't be-" Cas starts, alarmed.

"Do you know which spell?" Sam plows on, ignoring Cas completely.

"I do." Rowena confirms.

"Sam. This is a mistake." Cas tries again. Sam agrees to Rowena's terms and she begins reading the ingredients needed.

"Something made by man but forbidden by God, something made by God but forbidden to man, and something you love" I list off once more, smirking at the annoyance on her face. She quickly reads over everything before turning a curious look at me.

"The lass is correct. How did you know that?" she questions me.

"Ancient Chinese secret." I retort with another smirk and a wink.

"Okay, so what does that mean we need?" Sam questions me. He knows he can trust me to tell him the correct ingredients."

"Golden calf, forbidden fruit, and a polish boy named Oskar." I recall from my memory. About that time, Sam's phone begins to ring.

"Cas, take this." Sam requests after hanging up on someone he called Rudy, another hunter. He hands Castiel a plastic bag and says, "It's Dean's hair. You need it for the spell. Cas, I need you to do this for me. Make the spell happen whatever it takes, please." He then turns to me. "Cat, I want you to stay with Cas. Dean is too dangerous for you to come with me. Can you promise not to run off?"

"Yeah Sam, I can help Cas. Go save our brother." I reply. He walks out and I turn to Cas. "We're going to need to summon Crowley if we want the ingredients." Cas agrees to my suggestion and we head out. He's not happy about me being around Crowley, but he doesn't trust Rowena either.

"Stay in the car and don't draw any attention to yourself. I'll deal with Crowley." Cas instructs, stopping at a crossroads.

"Crowley will know I'm here anyway. Even with this band on my wrist he'll sense me. I may as well go out there with you." I inform him.

"Regardless of whether he knows you're here or not, he can't be trusted. Please just stay here." Cas requests.

"Yeah, alright Cas." I concede. "Just make sure he agrees to help. We need those ingredients to save Dean." He nods and climbs out of the car, digging in the trunk for the necessary items to summon the King of Hell. I watch as he sets everything up and roll the windows down slightly so I will be able to hear the entire exchange.

"Who summons anymore? Couldn't you call?" Crowley complains as he appears between the car and Cas.

"You're not in my contacts list." Cas replies, seeming slightly annoyed.

"What?" Crowley demands, wondering why he was summoned.

"I need your assistance to help cure Dean of the Mark." Cas explains to him.

"What's the expression? I gave at the office?" Crowley asks sarcastically. "Maybe I'd feel a little different if Sam Winchester hadn't just tried to bloody kill me!" he shouts angrily.

"I'm afraid "no" is not an acceptable answer." Cas tells him ominously.

"Or what?"

"Or..." Castiel raises his hand in front of Crowley's face and concentrates intently in a position that clearly communicates his intention to smite him.

"That's right. Burn those eyes blue. Spread those broken wings and destroy me! Or...Do it my way." Crowley mocks. Castiel lowers his hand and waits to see what Crowley will offer. "Right. Now beg."

"What?"

"Blast me, or beg." Crowley demands.

"Crowley."

"King!"

"King." Cas amends, annoyance blatantly obvious in his tone of voice. "If you -if you would - if you would be so kind...The three ingredients on this list."

"'Forbidden fruit.' Well, for starters, it's a quince, you dummy, not an apple. No problem. 'Golden Calf'... Or what's left of it - check. 'Something Rowena loves'?" Crowley reads off the list Cas hands him.

"I would've thought it would've been you, but..." Cas admits.

"Spare me. I've lived it." Crowley interrupts him.

"Well..." Cas stresses.

"I'm in." Crowley declares before turning to look straight at me. "Nice to see you, Bird. A little hamster told me your wings were clipped and you were lost in the woods. Sorry about your boy toy, Kevin. I was rather fond of the scamp."

"Go to Hell, Crowley." I growl in response.

"I live there, darling. Not such a great insult. Perhaps your time abroad made you as dumb as the muttonheads you call brothers. Shame, you really were an intelligent and strong willed girl." he mocks.

"Crowley, go get the ingredients. You have no business with Cat." Cas' deep voice has a hint of threat in it, causing goosebumps to appear on my arms.

"Unruffle your feathers. I was just catching up with my favorite student." Crowley dismisses, unconcerned by Cas' tone. "Nice to see you again, Bird. Congratulations, I'm sure you'll make a wonderful mother to your abominations." He disappears before we can react.

"Cas?" I ask, stepping out of the car and approaching the frozen angel. Something Crowley said shocked him and I can guess what it was. "Hey, I knew there was a chance they'd be supernatural like me. I've long since come to terms with it. Cas? Ground control to Major Tom. Hello?"

He finally blinks and shakes my hand off. "Sorry, Cat. I don't know why I never even considered it. Although how Crowley knew…"

"The band isn't warded against Hell, just Heaven and magic. There are wards to bind my demonic powers, but nothing to thwart outside demonic powers. I've been researching the symbols since they glow every time I try to remove the band." I explain slowly, confident he'll understand what this means.

"In other words, only a demon can sense or affect you." Cas realizes.

"Yup." I confirm. "Guess I should have mentioned all this sooner, huh?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter now. Let's get back to the warehouse and we can tell your brothers about all this after the spell." Cas directs. We're soon back at the warehouse where Rowena decides to chat again.

"So who's the father? Surely not one of the Hardy Boys or the literal angel." she asks conversationally.

"My fiancé, Kevin. He's…not in the picture anymore." I reply, voice breaking a bit.

"Knocked you up then left you? I've been there, dearie. Men are all the same. They abandon you as soon as you become a burden or ruin their perfect life." she sympathizes.

"Kevin. Did. Not. Abandon. Me." I grit out, jaw clenched painfully in anger.

"Sure, lass. He's just on a very long milk run. Face it, he left you high and dry." Rowena scoffs.

"Kevin was a good man and would never abandon Cat." Cas defends as my vision goes red. "He died a few months ago. He never knew of his children, but he would have been a great father."

"My mistake." Rowena yields. "I assumed he was alive."

"Yeah well, don't. Shouldn't you be translating or something?" I snap at her.

"Bit of a temper on you. I require the ingredients before I can do anymore. Did my son agree to help?"

"Yes he did. He should return soon with everything we need." Cas answers her. We all settle in to wait, Cas taking a spot between Rowena and I. I'm guessing he was trying to be subtle about it, but he was never good at that.

Finally, Crowley arrives and produces each ingredient, including poor Oskar. I look away as Rowena stabs him and drains his blood into the bowl with the other ingredients, finishing the incantation and spell. A bolt of energy erupts from the bowl and blasts through the roof. The shockwave knocks us all to the ground, my head impacting the ground, causing me to temporarily blackout from the pain since it was the exact spot that impacted the table earlier today.

"Cat? Are you okay?" Cas asks, coughing from the dust that was stirred up around us. Before I can answer, the chains on Rowena's arms fall off.

"Manete!" she shouts, freezing all three of us. Cas and Crowley had regained their feet, but I'm still lying vulnerable on the ground.

"What is this? This is impossible. You're not powerful enough." Crowley exclaims in surprise.

"To what? Control the likes of a bored king and a wayward angel?" she mocks as she gathers up the Book of the Damned, the Codex, and all the notes. "Impetus bestiarum." she directs at Cas, causing him to bend over groaning. "I'm afraid, Fergus, that in all your long life, you've never seen what a real witch can do with real magic. I'm terrifically pleased it's the last thing you'll ever see." she says with a wicked glint in her eye. Before finishing her attack on her son, she turns and glides over to me.

"You can't use me, remember?" I remind her warily. She crouches down beside me and smirks.

In a voice that is so quiet I can barely hear it, much less the other two in the room, she replies, "Not now, but in a few months time there will be three of you. Do you really think you will ever be safe? However, I will offer you a deal. I will leave your children alone if you promise to turn yourself over to me in a year's time. That should give you a few months with them at least." She stands back to her feet and walks over to Crowley, pulling a contract out of his pocket. With a short chant, she brings it over to me with a pen. "This will be binding. If you break it, you forfeit your soul and the souls of your children to Hell. If you don't sign, I will come after your entire family and kill them. Your move, dear."