There was a rather intense shooting pain going up the side of Sam's neck as she finally unhunched himself and stretched after an hour or two of looking through the net and Tracy's board of notes, "They look like usual werewolf kills. They did a damn good job mimicking it. Full moon, two or three months in a row, hearts ripped out. If this was a trap for Tracy it was a damn good one. You've been way too quiet over there Dean." Sam had noticed that Dean had been switching back and forth from Tracy's hunting journal and her own personal diary, brow furrowed in concentration while the rest of his face looked increasingly less thrilled about what he was finding out.

"These things we're up against, damn, they're going to be tricky. I think Tracy didn't pick up on them because she wasn't in on the hunt, she was too young. She talks about it though. They took ten hunters out with them them, seven made it back and they were all beat to hell. It was this hunt that took her Mom out of hunting completely, she lost her forearm, her Dad had a broken leg, three shattered ribs and a concussion and the others were just as bad. I pieced that together over several of her entries," Dean shook his head and looked out the window, a million thoughts running through his head, "These things scared her to death, even without ever having seen them in real life. I'm guessing she didn't realize they weren't werewolves until she saw their furry forms and it was too late by then."

Sam closed his laptop, "Ten? What the hell? How many monsters did the hunters take out?"

"Four. I'm not sure if they thought that was all there were or if they figured they should get out while they still could, that's not the best part."

"Great," Sam replied as he grabbed another glass of bourbon then stretched out on one of the beds.

"They hunt in packs, this guy Min who seemed to be the expert made mention that the ones you see aren't the ones you have to worry about. How sure are we that there's only Cici and her brother left?"

"They're the only ones she seemed to have picked up on..."

"So we have no actual clue do we?" Dean asked as he filled his glass back up, set the bottle back on the table and placed his feet on the end of the other bed as he leaned back in the chair.

"No."

"Sam, we need backup or some sort of plan here."

"Yeah," Sam looked at his phone it was a little after eight at night, "We need to decide if we're doing this tonight or not. If not, maybe we should find more defensible ground, just in case they come looking."

"Or be on the move. I hate to pull out before we take care of these assholes but.." Dean said as he looked back down at the journals, "killing them is tricky has to be a heart shot, anything else barely slows them down it seems and Cici moved fast."

There was a knock at the door, they pulled their guns and Dean nodded for Sam to get the door while he ducked behind the closet wall. Sam looked through the peephole, "It's Liv."

Dean arched an eyebrow and frowned, "Doesn't know when to stand down does she."

Sam shrugged, tucked his gun in his waistband and opened the door, "I thought we made it.."

She shoved past him and walked right up to Dean, "You need me, they hunt in packs and..."

"We know," Dean interrupted, "She mentioned that in her journals. They don't go down easy, took out three hunters and nearly killed a bunch more. So what was it you were going to say?"

That drew her up short, robbing her of some of her pre-planned speech, "I can help, I have to help."

"Why?" Sam asked, "I think you have bigger concerns."

"Because you were right Dean, I don't know what I am, what it truly means."

Dean slowly exhaled and closed his eyes for a brief moment, when he opened them they were as hard as rocks and there was no give in his voice. "Any other hunt I might entertain the thought of helping a not completely brain dead zombie try to find her inner self or whatever, not this one. You barely held on facing one of them, two or more? Hell no! The only reason you don't have a hole between your eyes already is you've been helping us. You lose it out there, I wouldn't give it a second thought. We've got people we can call, people that will stay people when the monsters attack, not become one themselves."

"They know me now, know Ravi," She took a different tack, appealing to his desire to save people that Tracy's brain had clued her in on, "We won't be safe until their dead and you need something other than other...humans...to help you." It was hard separating herself from the rest of humanity but it was the truth and she had to face it. "You don't understand guys, I felt what Tracy felt right before they killed her. How much pain she was in, I know exactly what they did to her, how scared she was, I know what her last thoughts were." Sam's face paled and Dean's eyes softened. "When the brain leaves my system, those thoughts stay with me. Her feelings fade but the memories don't. These things, they give me a purpose. When I woke up in that body bag, I didn't know what to do, how to live. When I got the visions and realized I could help, turn this.." she waved her hands up and down along her body, "into something useful, well.. I was studying to be a doctor, harm none, help others. The harm none thing is rather at odds with what I need to survive now, but I can still help others. Help Tracy get some peace. I know you believe in ghosts Sam, do you think she's truly at rest? Do you think if you or Dean died she'd feel any better?"

"We're sorry you had to feel all that," Sam's tone was comforting but she could see that he still wasn't too keen on her coming along, "But it's too great a risk for us and you. What if you go on this hunt and lose what's left of your humanity? We've seen it before with monsters that tried to stay human, walk in both worlds. And we've..." his voice caught, then he cleared his throat and continued, "We've had to take steps. Liv, you already help people, helping solve murders. Stay here, don't push your luck, please. We'll make sure Tracy's soul gets to rest, I promise."

She didn't reply.

"You're dead set on doing this aren't you?" Dean asked, "Pun intended. If we don't say yes you're just going to track us and get involved anyway."

She crossed her arms and stood up slightly straighter, "I have been known to be stubborn."

"Great. Shooting you in the leg won't slow you down that much either I'm guessing."

"A few hours ago half my chest was missing. What do you think? I am pretty sure I won't come after you if something happen, I..." Telling Sam I've eaten the rest of Tracy's brain is probably not the best thing to say right now.

Dean saved her, "You're full, I get the idea. Do you know a place we can hole up that's out away from people? Heavy ass doors would be preferable. It being locked or otherwise owned isn't a big issue."

"Are you seriously suggesting that she comes with us?" Sam asked.

"She's going to one way or another, that's fairly obvious. Rather have her in on the plan then not. A smaller place would be better, sometimes cramped quarters work better."

Tracy's brain provided her with some additional ideas of what was needed and she realized she knew the perfect place. "Yes, it's an old stone cabin at an abandoned saw mill. The mill is in shambles but the cabin, at least the last time I saw it, was still pretty safe. It's not brick, it's made out of actual stone and the door was pretty thick wood with braced with metal. It's three rooms I think, about as big as a medium sized two bedroom apartment."

"Sounds perfect," Dean stated, "How about you give us a few minutes to pack and we'll meet you at your car, you can show us where this place is."

That's not suspicious, now he's okay with me? "Uh, okay. I'm parked next to your car. "Well at least they'll know they can't skip out on me. She grabbed her keys from her purse and walked out.

"Explain." Sam requested once the door had shut.

"We can't knock her out and tie her to a chair, that should be fairly obvious, she didn't even faint when Cici nailed her and the more I think about these things the more I wonder if they were setting a trap just for Tracy or for hunters in general. Sure, they got her in the end but remember a few months ago, when we were talking to Trent and Mac. They said that Shawn and Devin had disappeared after a wolf hunt but so did the wolf? Before that, Sarah and Colin vanished too. I mean hunters die but it's the same pattern, they went on werewolf hunts, the hunters were never seen again and the wolf kills just stopped. I think these two have been hunting hunters ever since Tracy's family took out their's."

"So? That just means we should be more careful, not take a zombie in with us."

"Actually it doesn't, think about it," Dean's eyebrows went up, challenging Sam to think it through.

"You think they're over confident, but they know about Liv now."

"Do they? Sure Cici took a chunk out of her but does Cici know how fast Liv recovers? Or that zombies have a nice little knack for finding anything alive within a mile or so radius when they are in zombie mode? She'll hear them coming long before we do. Liv probably doesn't even know that."

"We have to get her in zombie mode first," Sam pointed out, "Then hope to hell she doesn't try to eat us."

"She won't."

"You seem awfully confident."

Dean grabbed his shaving kit out of the bathroom and took a long look at his brother, "Who do you think she ate before she came over? She feels what Tracy does, remember?"

Sam stopped folding his shirt, the thought of Liv eating Tracy's brains making his stomach churn, "You're betting our lives on that? Why?"

Dean didn't say anything at first but his eyes shifted to Tracy's diary, then back to Sam. "Call it a hunch."