Violet lay down on the bed in the motel room, tossing a ball up in the air then catching it in her pale slim hands. She looked up at the ceiling. All she wanted to do was sleep but she was too anxious to find out what Dean and Sam would find on the mysterious murders. They were looking into the murder of Meredith McDonell. A woman who was slaughtered in her own home.

As Violet grew impatient she turned her attention to the clock which read 9pm. Her eyes moved to the window. The boys have been gone for too long and she was starting to get annoyed. She was already put on motel arrest after the incident with the gnome. The boys haven't been so confident in her going with them and after the sixth hunt since, she was starting to get a little delirious. She jumped up and began to call Dean, no answer. Her mind turned from annoyance to worry. She tried again, this time calling Sam. He answered, typical.

"Hey Violet," Sam said, letting a slight sigh escape from him at the end.

"Where the fuck have you been? In fact, where the fuck are you? I've been stuck in this trashy motel all day and-" she cut herself off as she heard the sounds of music in the back. "Oh you did not."

"C-come on Violet we just sort of ended up here," Sam said, worried that they were caught red handed.

"You guys went to a bar without me? Didn't think to call me and ask if I wanted to come?" Violet said, her voice got high with anger.

"V-Violet it's probably best if you stay in the motel. Dean and I don't think it's a great-"

"Sammy, if you try to tell me, a grown woman that I can't handle a night of drinking, I will rip your dick off," Violet stated without any hesitation. Sam was quiet for a moment.

"The pubs a few blocks down from the motel. It's called Richard's Pub. I'll wait out front for you." With that the call ended. Sam looked down at his phone and let out a sigh. His view turned to Dean, flirting away with the bartender and he quickly rushed over. "Dean," he began.

"Not now," Dean snapped, trying to shoo away his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and yanked his arm.

"Violet found out where we are and she's heading down here so let's try to make this a little less worse of a situation. Say goodbye to the pretty lady Dean," Sam said, smiling at the bartender. Dean gulped back and waved goodbye. Sam rushed out, dragging Dean with him.

It wasn't long before Violet came to the front door where Sam and Dean had been patiently waiting. She skipped up the pub steps and rushed to them. Dean caught a glimpse of a guy looking Violet up and down.

"Move a long jackass. She's full of crazy this one," Dean said. The guy shot him a look and rushed off. Violet gave him a quick punch. "Ow! What the hell?"

"She's full of crazy? Fuck you Dean," Violet snapped. Dean looked down at her.

"What? I wasn't lying was I?" Dean replied, glimpsing back at Sam who dropped his head down in shame.

"Let's just go inside," Sam said.

The three made their way to an empty table. Sam brought out his fathers journal and pulled out the newspaper clipping of the young woman and underneath, stating it was the third murder. Violet bit her lip. She fiddled with her fingers, she was doing that a lot lately. Dean took note of that.

"I don't think there is much here. For all we know this is just some crazed serial killer," Dean shrugged.

"Was anything said at all about the girl?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. She worked here, waited tables and she never said anything weird or suspicious," Dean shrugged. Violet nibbled on her fingers.

"What about the symbol? Anything on that?" Violet asked.

"No, nothing. Dad's got nothing on it and neither do any of the books. Guess I just gotta dig a little deeper," Sam sighed.

"What about the pervious victim?" Dean asked.

Violet slowly began to zone out. Feeling slight uninterested in the boys talk. Her eyes searched around before she hopped off the stool and made her way over to the bar. The boys didn't notice, not right away at least. Sam turned his attention to her as she made herself comfortable by the bar, taking back a few gulps of the cold beer the waitress gave her. Dean noticed his wondering eye.

"She should have just stayed home," Dean grunted. Sam shrugged.

"We can't be her parents forever Dean," Sam said, sarcastically. Dean shook his head.

"We are doing this for her protection and ours," Dean said firmly. Sam's gaze wondered off again as he slowly rose from his seat and passed Dean. "Sammy?" Dean glared as Sam socialized with a short haired blonde. Dean got up and grabbed Violet's arm, dragging her over. The two came to Sam's side as him and the cute blonde chatted away. Violet looked the girl up and down, she didn't care much to meet anyone new but something about the girl had her radar on the fritz. Sam turned slightly and cleared his throat.

"I-I'm sorry Meg. This is my brother Dean and our friend Violet," Sam introduced. Dean grew a large flirty smile.

"So this is the brother that dragged you a long like a piece of luggage?" Meg smiled with a conniving smirk across her face. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do?

Dean felt slightly shocked as Violet almost choked on her own beer as she held back laughter. Dean gave a look to Sam who kept his gaze away from him. Violet took another drink, excited to watch it all play out.

"Meg, it's okay," Sam said, with a smile. Dean bit his lip.

"Awkward. Well I'm gonna get a drink, Violet you coming?" Dean said, hinting to nudge her on.

"As long as it's hard liquor," Violet said. Dean shot her a look then sighed.

"Fuck it, shots," Dean said. Violet grew a smile and went to skip behind Dean.

"It was really nice to meet you Violet. I've heard much about you," Meg said. Violet noted the oddness the boys dismissed. Something about that made Meg really set off a red light inside her.

Dean and Violet stood by the bar. Violet couldn't help but peek back as much as she could at Sam and Meg. Her gut was turned and she was worried. She didn't want to bring it up to the boys but she truly felt uncomfortable with that woman speaking to Sam or even being anywhere near them. Dean took the shots and placed one in front of Violet. He went to take his before he noticed Violet's gaze turned back. He followed it then back at her with a sigh.

"Jealous or something?" Dean asked. Violet took a moment before turning back to him.

"Does she not seem off to you? Just what she said kind of set me off," Violet stated. Dean gave her a look.

"At least she didn't yank your balls about dragging your brother around," Dean began. He glimpsed back at them then at Violet. "We gonna take this shot or what?" Violet looked at him and nodded as the two took the shot back and placed the glass back on top of the bar. "So, jealous?"

"No?"

"That's what all girls say," Dean said, taking a sip of beer. Violet sighed and leaned against the bar beside Dean.

"Oh come on Dean. If I wanted Sam that way, I would have had him by now," she said. Dean looked over at her. She smiled and winked. "Now come on, another shot!"

It wasn't long before Dean, Violet and Sam decided it was time to go. Sam said his goodbye to his short blonde little girlfriend and they left the bar's front doors. Violet was a little more drunk then she had thought but she was still in control of her body. But her drunk mind seemed to have just raised numerous questions on the mysterious comment from Meg that didn't quit settle inside her. Violet trailed alongside Sam and Dean as they spoke about Meg. Dean was still slightly unimpressed about Meg's comment and Sam was attempting to calm him down, of course, Dean didn't care.

"So what am I keeping you here against your will?" Dean snapped coldly. Violet continued to walk before stumbling in the back of Sam who stood firm.

"Will you just listen? I think something seriously strange is going on here Dean," Sam said, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. Violet sighed.

"Yeah no kidding, she wasn't even that into me," Dean stated. Violet and Sam rolled their eyes. It was typical of Dean to be so high of himself about woman. Charming he was but slightly too full of himself.

"No Dean! That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about us strange. I meet Meg back a few months ago and suddenly she shows up in this Chicago bar where a woman worked and was murdered? That not sound a little odd to you?" Sam asked. Violet's eye brows raised.

"It happens. Coincidence," Dean shrugged. "It can happen."

"Yeah but not to you two," Violet stated. Dean and Sam looked at her. She felt slightly nervous with eyes on her. "Well am I wrong? I swear you Winchester boys are cursed." Violet snuck by the two and headed down the street. Sam and Dean eyes followed her down the street then looked back at one another.

"I could be wrong but there is something I can't quiet put my finger on," Sam said before he began to walk, Dean racing up behind him.

"Maybe you just like the girl and that's why she doesn't seem right to you. Maybe you need to think more with your downstairs brain then your upstairs," Dean said, a grin growing across his cheek. Sam shook his head and stopped again.

"Look into a Meg Master and let me know if she really exists. Then we will see. Also look into that symbol on the victims floor," Sam said. Dean gave him a look.

"And what will you do in the meantime?" Dean asked. Violet stopped and looked back. They weren't to far back and they were loud enough for her to hear them. She watched Sam nervously chew at his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna keep an eye on her. Follow her around, see if anything suspicious comes up," Sam said with a sigh. Dean chuckled.

"Yeah okay pervert. I'll round up Violet while you make a fantasy a reality," Dean replied before he made his way over to Violet, leaving Sam behind.

Violet watched in curiosity as Sam went back into the bar. Her mind turned and she quickly looked at a bright eyed and smirking Dean Winchester. He came ever so closer and she had many questions to ask about where the hell Sam was going and why he wasn't coming with them.

"Where the hell is Sam going?" Violet asked. Dean chuckled.

"Sam's decided to do a little stalking. Looks like you won't be locked up in the motel after all, come on," Dean said. Violet glimpsed back confused but followed Dean anyway.

Violet sat in the motel room collecting what they could on the symbol and Sam's odd little friend Meg Masters. Violet didn't feel like she wanted much to do with looking into a woman's background so she had Dean focus on that while she attempted to gather as much evidence and detail she could on the symbol found in the victims apartment. It wasn't exactly the hunting she wanted to do but she figured it was better then nothing.

"So turns out there is a Meg Masters. Photos and everything to prove she is real," Dean said, turning his attention from the computer to Violet. Violet rose slightly.

"Good so she is real but that doesn't complete disclose her from being some strange person of possible interest," Violet stated. Dean looked at her for a few minutes. Even the simplest of compact words seemed to stun him. "Just call Sam and let him know. I'll keep looking."

Looking back at the books, Violet attempted to look further into what the symbol is. She studied each page as Dean chatted away with Sam about Meg. She could over hear some typical Dean comments of Sam getting together with her. Dean didn't really know how to talk or socialize with woman in any other manner instead of attempting to lure them into bed with him. But as far as Violet was concerned, she knew she couldn't judge to hard since he almost had her naked and sweaty.

"Yeah, Violet's been looking," Dean said, Violet now focusing in. Violet looked at him. "Find anything?" Violet bit her lip and grabbed the book, making her way over to Dean who had been sitting at the dinner table in the motel. She looked over the page before finding the symbol.

"I think I found something," she began. She placed the book down in front of Dean. He looked it over before placing Sam on speakerphone. "The book says it's Zoroastrian."

"And that means?" Dean said, his mind still in a knot over the "big" words Violet said earlier. Violet rolled her eyes.

"It's a sigil for a daeva. It's extremely old," Violet began. She looked at Dean to see he was still confused. "It translates to demon of darkness. They are extremely nasty. Not something you'd wanna run into," Violet explained. Dean's eyes grew big.

"So what does that have to do with this?" Sam asked.

"These things have to be summoned. Which means someone's controlling it. Playing with some puppet strings and what not," Violet explained. Sam sighed. "It's risky too. Their known to lash back at the person who summoned them."

"What do they look like?" Sam asked. Dean looked to Violet as she shrugged and broke her lean off the dinning table.

"Nobody knows," Violet replied.

"Summoning something this old though? Someone must really know what they're doing," Dean said, leaning back in his chair. He reached over and picked up the phone, bringing it closer to his mouth. He grew a smile and looked at Violet. "Now why don't you knock on the girls door and give her a little something." Violet rolled her eyes.

"Bite me," Sam replied.

"Nah, bite her," Dean said. He went to open his mouth before the line went dead. He shrugged and placed the phone down.

"Bite her?" Violet questioned.

"What? Spices things up," Dean chuckled. Violet rolled her eyes and returned to the motel bed and crashed down. "Oh come on, you can't tell me you and the demon didn't get freaky," Dean said. He saw the absent look on Violet's face and quickly, his smile disappeared. "Uh sorry."

He cleared his throat and turned back to the computer. Violet sat there in silence, chewing at her lip. She quickly hoisted up off the bed and grabbed her coat. Dean rolled his eyes and flew his hands up behind his head, leaning back in a guilt but ill mannered way.

"Come on Vi, I didn't mean it like that," Dean said, letting a deep sigh escape his lips. Violet turned to him, forcing a smile.

"It's fine. I'm gonna go for a walk, maybe stop by a vending machine on my way back, want anything?" Violet asked. Dean looked at her confused.

"N-no, want me to come with you?" Dean forced. Violet shook her head. "You sure? It's a little late for a walk. I'd rather you not walk around by yourself."

"No, I'll be fine. See you in a bit," Violet said before rushing her way out the door. Dean sat there to let out another sigh and mouth the words wow, with an unimpressed yet relieved look on his face.

Violet was making her way down Chicago's streets. Her mind uncertain and not exactly in focus. Dean's comment did bug her but not in a sense that he was being rude about it. It just brought back amazing memories of who Derek was and how happy she was with him. But she also knew how wrong it was to love something so cold blooded. The same thought kept racing through her mind. Where was he? Would she ever see him again? Her thoughts came to a halt when a homeless man was asking for change. Violet shook her head and said she didn't have anything. Which wasn't exactly a lie. She wasn't planning on going to the vending machine. She just wanted to attempt to leave Dean in the dark about her true intentions.

As her feet felt like they were going numb, her eyes came across what she had roamed eleven blocks for. A simple yet elegant church stood in front of her. The clock area rose so high she felt like it was slowly crashing down upon her. Violet took in the view before making her way inside.

The church was bright with images of an impaled Jesus and his journey getting there. Images of blood and monstrosity stained her vision. She soon came down the main isle to the front row of a light brown wooden bench with carvings of a beautiful cross impaled on the sides. She took a step and sat herself down on it. Her gaze moved to the major center piece of a reborn Jesus and his bright hand, symbolizing the good in the world. She was mesmerized by it. It reminded her of home. Oddly enough, the orphanage was all she could remember. It was sad to call it home.

"Alluring isn't it?" a man said coming from around the back. She sat there silently and said nothing. "You do not look familiar."

"I've uh- never been here before. Just visiting town," Violet said, forcing another smile. The man made his way over to her.

"Well welcome lassie. My name is pastor Evans, this is my humble abode," he said. Violet nodded. Evans soon made his way over to Violet and sat down next to her. "Your name is?"

"Violet."

"Now that is a beautiful name," he said. Violet began to feel a relaxation hit her body. Evans soon grabbed her hands forcing Violet to get a little jolt. "No need to worry love. I do this with all first timers in my church. They say I have a gift of sight."

Violet sat there as the old man closed his eyes and felt her hands. His friendly homely smile soon disappeared, turning into frown. She began to feel a sharp pain run through her veins, as if he was digging himself through her blood stream. She cringed as she watched him slash and shake. His face showing a fear she hadn't seen before. It took a few moments before he quickly flew back and forced himself up against a pillar in the church. Violet stared at him with fear of what he had seen.

"Y-you need to leave," he said, shaking.

"What did you see?" Violet asked, her eyes slowly watering.

"Your future holds a great deal of red storms, heartache. Your passed is no abundance and you and God have no future. An angel looks down from the heavens but not even the light of the righteous can save you. I see fear and horror," he paused, catching his breath. "You must leave. Now! Leave my church!" he began to scream as he approached her closer.

Violet shot up and backed out of the church as he began to whisper in tongues, forcing her out. Violet gave it another moment before bolting out of the church and down the street. She kept at it, never looking back, never looking forward, just down at her feet as they took large gaps between one another. Her heart raced as her mind grew a dark fear. She turned the block and slammed into something. She looked up to see Dean with an odd look on his face.

"There you are!" Dean snapped. He leaned down and helped her to her feet. He looked at her closely and saw the fear in her eyes. "What the hell happened?"

"Did you follow me?" Violet asked. Dean shot her a look and shook his head.

"Yeah I followed you. Fell a bit behind but yes. Now you gonna tell me what happened?" Dean snapped. Violet just stared at him. "Alright. Perfect, love the response." Dean sighed and went to turn around before Violet yanked him back.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" Violet asked. Dean went to chuckle before he saw the serious look on her face. He cleared his throat.

"N-no, I think you have a couple screws lose but that's about it. I'm not really one to say much either but y'know," he shrugged. Violet peaked behind her.

"I didn't mean to do it. I don't even know really what happened," Violet said. Dean glared at her.

"Let's go back to the motel before you start blabbing on about shit," Dean said. He went to turn again before Violet rushed in front of him.

"N-No!" Violet snapped. Dean stared at her, confused out of his mind. "I'm-I'm not ready to-for Sam to know. Please," Violet said. Dean couldn't believe his ears.

"Whoa Violet, what the hell are you talking about?" Dean questioned.

"Telling secrets. Good way to earn trust and a better step towards a positive future right?" Violet said, panting as her heart continued to race. Dean took a moment before noticing a small diner. He grabbed her arm lightly. "Where are we going?"

"I'm hungry and you need to vent so lets go," he said. Violet remained quiet as Dean dragged her across the street and into the small diner.