Claws and fur... Muscle and force... Dean blasted a large bat-like creature in the shoulder, but then a behemoth of a man with beady eyes and a thick brow rushed him and got his hands around Dean's neck. Dean felt his feet leave the ground, but the hands were as stiff as stones. Just as the man was reaching toward his face to possibly snap his neck, Dean heard another snap, and the man's eyes rolled back in his head. His grip loosened, and Dean had to scramble out of the way to avoid being crushed by the toppling body.

Trubel stood over him, a pistol in her hand.

"That," she said, "is a Siegbarste."

Dean caught a movement behind her head and launched himself at her. "Look out!"

It walked on two legs and had two arms like a man, but the face and the bared fangs were distinctly cobra-like. The creature hissed and circled them.

Dean only shifted his eyes to glance at Trubel, and saw that she had done the same.

"Together?" He muttered quickly.

She gave a tiny nod.

As the Konningschlange looked closer, Dean held the position until just the right moment, and yelled, "Now!"

"On your left!"

Nick heard the warning and turned just in time to see a Lebensauger woge in preparation for sucking the life out of him. He punched the thing in the chest, and the man woged back into human, giving Nick the opportunity to punch him across the face.

"Thanks," he nodded to Bergen, who roared and clawed the body of a Hundjaeger that attacked him.

A knot of Geiers took advantage of the Wesen's distraction to swoop in on him, but Nick beat them off with a thick branch he used as a club, and the two men stood side by side, breathing heavily in the respite.

Bergen shook his head. He nodded to the club in Nick's hand. "Never thought I'd see the day," he muttered.

"Neither did I," Nick agreed. "Now, let's see if we can't find your two missing crew members."

Bergen grinned and nodded. The two men delved deeper into the fray.

Sam and Brooke fought back to back till they found themselves surrounded by Wesen who were not so eager to attack. Only Brooke could see the scaly dragon-like faces.

"Damonfeuer," she whispered to Sam as the ring seemed afflicted with a bad cold. "They expel their body fat as a vapor and ignite it with any kind of flame source."

Sam glanced at the beads of moisture forming on his skin. "Then that isn't sweat," he muttered back.

Brooke tensed as the circle tightened. Any minute now, one of them...

She barely restrained a gasp as Sam seized her hand.

"Got 'im. Squeeze is go."

The coughing subsided gradually, but in the heartbeat of the last cough, Brooke felt the pressure.

Like a coiled spring she burst forward in the opposite direction of Sam. A stiff punch to the throat of the thug in front of her and an elbow in the nose of his neighbor made a gap wide enough for her to draw her machete and dismember a third Damonfeuer. She turned to see how Sam was getting on—and she saw her.

The Hexenbieste who started it all: Lady Serena stood aloof from the fight, staring down at them from the window of the mansion. For a moment, the two ladies locked eyes, then Brooke blinked and the window stood empty.

Sam clobbered the last Damonfeuer and came to stand by Brooke.

The young Grimm's eyes sparkled with resolve. "We've gotta take the fight to her somehow," she said, pointing to the mansion.

"Br—I mean Raven said something about them having magical powers," Sam noted.

Brooke nodded, "They are just about the most powerful Wesen there is—and the only one whose powers can be taken away."

"Really?"

"Kind of," Brooke shrugged. "I hear Nick did it once. They say the only way to get the magic spirit to leave the body of a Hexenbieste is if she ingests the blood of a Grimm."

A Hundjaeger burst out of the shadows, making straight for Sam. He saw its claws now, and the fearsome face—and the arrow that abruptly emerged from its face. Sam watched the fur melt back into skin and soon it was only a man with an arrow through his head. Brooke still gripped the crossbow with two hands. Sam couldn't tear his eyes away; he was still wondering what he had just seen.

"Okay, that was creepy," he remarked.

"Are you okay?" Brooke asked.

"I'm fine," Sam answered, looking toward the window where they had seen Lady Serena. "I was just thinking—what about exorcism?"

"Huh?" Brooke frowned in confusion.

"For taking away a Hexenbieste's powers."

"Oh... I don't think any Grimms knew about exorcising a Wesen; it kind of comes with their nature."

Sam sighed and glanced back down to her. "It might be worth a shot, wouldn't you say?"

Brooke hedged. "I don't know... She's after me or my sister, so it might be too dangerous for me."

"Okay," Sam's mind worked fast. "But you can go find Dean and tell him I went in. He'll know what to do."

Brooke nodded. "Okay." She scooted into the shadows and all but vanished from sight.

Trubel was so busy trying to outsmart the Lowen who evaded her every strike that by the time she successfully skewered the beast, Dean was long gone in some part of the battle and she was alone at the fringes.

An impossibly-strong hand clamped over her face and dragged her back into the shadows as a blade rested against her throat.

A familiar voice hissed, "No sudden moves, sweetheart."

Trubel rolled her eyes; since when did she ever not move suddenly? She whipped her hand up and behind the wrist that held the knife, pushing out while she brought her sturdy boot squarely on her captor's foot. The blond girl cried out in pain and stumbled back to where Trubel could see her.

"Geez, what the hell, Brooke?" She snapped. "I thought we were on the same side!"

"Sorry," she muttered. "I guess I've just had far too much experience with doppelgängers. Um, I was looking for Dean; have you seen him?"

Trubel sighed and shook her head. "Not lately; we got separated." She took a few paces forward and scanned the melee. "Last I saw him was—" Something hard connected with the base of her skull, and she blacked out.

The blond girl grinned as her eyes snapped from jet-black to hazel again. "Oh, never mind," she said coolly in a faint European accent, "I found him."

Raven stepped over Trubel's body and made straight for Dean.

The older Winchester, meanwhile, was getting the hang of taking down the malevolent monsters. They were the size of adult humans, but he found that they could be subdued in much the same way as their real-life animal counterparts would. Dean finished off an angry female Blutbad and heard running footsteps—but the girl standing in his sights grinning at him looked like Brooke's twin.

"Raven?"

She took a step closer and sighed. "Well, if it isn't Deanie-Beanie-Weenie, the Lean, Mean, Hunting Machine!" She raved, showing the blacks of her eyes.

Dean tightened his grip on the gun. "All right, who are you and what does a demon want with a Grimm?"

She twisted a lock of hair around her finger. "What, this ol' meat suit? Please!" She snorted. "I don't want her! It's you and I who have unfinished business!" She stepped forward, but Dean cocked the gun.

"That's far enough!" He barked.

The demon-possessed Raven stuck her lip out in a pout. "Aww, you don't remember me, do you?"

Dean glared, "I don't make a point to remember demons I've defeated."

She stiffened, scowled, but tried to pass it off casually. "Oh come on! Do I look defeated to you? On the other hand, you're a sight for sore eyes, Dean!" She smirked.

So it wasn't a new demon. And she definitely wasn't going down without some recognition. "All right, I'll bite: who are you?"

She snorted, still grinning like the maniacal fiend she was. "Way to make a girl feel special, shorty! Allow me to jog your memory!"

Pain exploded in his face as the heel of her hand smashed his nose. Dean's head snapped back so fast he lost his balance and stumbled, holding his bleeding nose.

"I seem to recall we parted on the worst terms," she hissed. "Something along the lines of 'I'm going to rip your spleen out and make you eat it nice and slow.'" She winked at him and her eyes blackened.

Only one demon had made that threat in recent memory. "Meg?"

She grinned and spread her arms like a diva. "In the flesh! Well... Raven's flesh, anyway, and—" She swung her leg forward and caught him square in the crotch. Dean doubled over. "Boy! Does it feel great—" She snatched his collar and yanked him in front of her, "To be—Me!" She rammed her elbow into the nerve center between his shoulders, and Dean collapsed. Raven/Meg surveyed her work with pride. "Hm, that was easier than I thought it would be." She looked up and spotted another brunette that looked just like her.

She grinned. "Oh, this is just too perfect! I think it's time for a little family reunion, eh, Raven? Let's go introduce ourselves."