Mah-HA! Just as promised, a new update! I dunno 'bout you guys, but I love updates. They're great. And as promised, my eternal thanks to those that offered their assistance when I arrived at my possible bout of writer's block:

mcmanusbaby90- Grazi for the support and wonderful idea(s), and special thanks for the honorable mention on your homepage... no-one's ever described me as a great writer(in a way where I could find out, anyway) before, so, it was very touching, humbling, and... yea before a chick-flick moment ensues, lol... Thanks.

IHeartJensen- Thank you for your enthusiasm, but of course there will be plenty more Dean-action coming up... I seem to be a sucker for fluff moments with him... and there might be more, possible a need for rating change kind of more... :D

Ty3- Last but definitely not least, thank you very much for your imput. You raised some very good questions which, in turn, brought some geek-out worthy ideas to mind. All I can say is... in due time, my friend, but it'll be... wow.

These guys have inspired some really great material for more than just the chapter below, but a few chapters that will follow shortly... and not so shortly. My darling readers, just seeing how many hits this story is getting has given me insomnia; I can't sleep without typing out at LEAST half a chapter each night! You guys rock, seriously, hardcore! Anyway... what's going on... OH YEA! New chapter, enjoy!

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"… and that's how we know you have the Colt." Nadia concluded, of course she substituted how she'd found them on the side of the road after the Mack truck rammed them with 'Oh, I had a vision about it' in explanation as to how she knew that the Winchester brother's had the gun. She still wasn't exactly sure why she couldn't reveal that she was the one to call an ambulance for them as they lay dying in Dean's car, but she'd figured in the time since that she'd be extra careful to keep it a secret until the reason finally did make itself known.

"Wow, Samuel Colt's descendant is teaching me to control my powers… that's pretty cool." Sam said as he ran a hand through his wild hair.

"It might seem, to an outsider, that we're cool… but being a Coltier…? It's anything but."

"So how many bullets do you guys have… specifically for the Colt?" grinning, Nadia stood from the bed, walked over to the closet, and in opening the doors motioned to two large black squares that covered half of each door. After plucking at a couple of black strings attached to the top of said squares, he gaped in amazement as the both unfolded, revealing what looked like more than 600 bullets… on each side, "OH. MY. GOD."

"Haha, and these are only the ones Emmy and I have made over the years… we used to have every single Coltier bullet ever made since the days of Caldwell Hart Colt… but they were lost in the fire." As a reaction to her discomfort concerning the subject, she quickly turned and refolded the sheets of bullets, and gently closed the closet. She froze where she stood, though, hands still on the door handles, face inches from the pale wood.

"Still, that's more than enough to do some serious damage to Big Bad and his bitches." Sam's voice was still laden with awe, though he was trying his best to lift her spirits again.

"I know, Sammy, I'm just…" she paused, searching for the right words, but when they were no-where to be found she simply smiled, shook her head and let her sarcasm take over, "I'm just a little weird, that's all."

"I see right through that crap… you and Dean are both terrible at hiding the way you feel… of course he's also really bad at actually expressing his feelings, too." This comment, however, got the huntress laughing; Sam had to grin and take note of his small victory.

"C'mon Sammy-boy, they're probably downstairs wondering where in the hell we are."

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Meanwhile, down in the kitchen… Dean aids Missouri and Emily in storing the last of the groceries, and just as he's about to take a seat at the kitchen table, he cries out in the pain resulting from a beating by wooden spoon, "Ahh, what the hell's with you!"

"Dean Winchester, I know the way you treat the women you meet on the road… and if I ever hear that you dared treat Nadia like the others in ANY way… you'll be begging me to go back to just using this spoon!" She scolded, emphasizing every other word with a shake of the wooden object.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't… OW!" he yelled as she smacked him again.

"Boy, first of all… don't cuss at me! Secondly, don't you lie… I see the way you are around her, and it seems you forget, Mr. Winchester… I can read minds!" she bellowed at one rather despondent looking Dean Winchester.

"Ok, fine, fine, I promise… just put that torture device away already!" Emily sat across the table, sniggering at the pleading hunter; who looked utterly miserable, not only was Missouri beating him with the wooden spoon she'd always threatened him with every time he visited or talked with the fortune teller… but she was doing so with a purpose and an audience.

Seeing that her message had been successfully received, she returned the weapon to the drawer, as she did so, Dean—whilst rubbing his aching head—turned to the huntress eyeing him humorously, "Remind me to hide that thing when she's not around." Emily simply laughed harder as she nodded her agreement.

Everything went silent as death when the three in the kitchen heard the thunderous footsteps of the other two hunters descending the staircase. Nadia came in first, Sam followed closely behind, and both looked somewhat drained and dazed. The older girl stopped short of the table by a mere six, maybe seven feet, head cocked to the side with her gaze cemented on nothing in particular. In his failure to take notice of the sudden halt, Sam rammed firmly into Nadia with such a force that she should have been knocked on her face, but she didn't move, not in the slightest.

"Dia…?" Emily asked cautiously, leaping up from her place at the table. Her sister just continued to stand there, seemingly frozen.

'Nadia Coltier? I'm Dr. Hadley of the Sarasota, Florida coroners office…I'm terribly sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but…' She felt the blood in her veins freeze, thinking that Emily was hurt… and in Florida for some reason, 'There's been an accident, Ms. Coltier…Cristin Camden had your number labeled as one of her ICE contact's.' She'd released the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding, Emily was safe… she could deal with anything else, just so long as Em was safe, 'Nadia… I'm afraid Ms. Camden wasn't able to make it…I'm sorry for your loss.'

FLASH!

Next thing she knew, Nadia realized she was standing in a church seized by the color black. Her eyes quickly scanned the large room, most of the people present were complete strangers, others…she hadn't seen them since high school. 'Nadia, thanks for coming…you and Cristin had always been close, she would be glad knowing you were here.' Harold Camden whispered, greeting the young huntress warmly; the lawyer had never looked so tired and broken. For as long as she'd known Cristin and her father, they'd always been the type of people Nadia fondly referred to as forever glamorous and beautiful, but now Harold looked like he hadn't slept in a month, and Cristin… Cristin was dead.

As the wheels in her head turned, and she mulled over past memories of the two Camden's who she'd damn near considered family for over a decade, Nadia finally realized she was walking… walking towards the glossy mahogany coffin, accompanied by a large picture of the beautiful young blond girl once full of such promise and potential sitting on a thin bronze picture stand, coffin covered in a rather large and fancy arrangement of multicolored roses symbolizing every type of love. Placing her hand gently where she assumed her deceased friend's head might be, she finally felt the dam break loose; the tears fell freely, rapidly. 'Cristin…' she'd sobbed, and not too quietly, 'I'm sorry…I'm sorry I couldn't be there to protect you, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to save you…'

She knew her friend's passing had been Big Bad's work, he was beginning to kill those she'd held dear…cynically she realized there really weren't that many people he could go after, most of them had already died. After a moment or two, she regained her composure; her voice went cold and determined. 'I promise you, I vow on your coffin, Cristin…he'll pay, I'll join you in making sure he pays if I have to…' sniffling, she sensed the presence of an elderly lady approaching behind her, 'Cristin, though it came far too early…rest peacefully, as the angels hold you and sing sweetly as you sleep.'

The lady had placed a consoling hand on her shoulder, had the woman not already been crying when she approached Nadia, she would have broken down upon viewing the misery and helplessness on the huntress' face. 'That was beautiful, my child… did you write that yourself?'

Attempting a weak smile, she nodded tiredly, 'Yes, at my parent's funeral when my little sister and I were kids.' Nadia didn't necessarily care to witness the woman's reaction, so, as she finished she quickly turned and rushed out of the church; having suddenly become embarrassed and ashamed, she'd gone to her best friend's funeral in torn black plants and black threadbare sweater that hung loosely off one shoulder… everyone else in the church—sans priest—wore expensive designer mourning wear. She remembered slamming her body mercilessly at the large front doors of the church, bright light poured in and hit her harder than she'd hit the doors, and with that…she was thrown back into the present.

"Nadia!" Emily yelled, shaking her entranced sister once more. Nadia shook the haziness from her vision, blinked a few times and looked dumbfounded at her sister.

"What's up?" She asked distantly.

"Where were you just now, Nadia?" Em questioned, biting her lip as she anticipated Nadia's reply.

"Another vision?" Dean asked, suddenly appearing at her right side… or had he been there all along?

"Yes… n—sorta…" She stuttered sadly, not particularly wanting to elaborate.

"Meaning…" Nadia huffed lightly, Emily was pressing the matter… she was always pressing the matter at hand.

"Meaning it was a vision, but it had nothing to do with you or our job, it was about an old friend of mine…" She surmised, refusing to meet any of the concerned pairs of eyes that she could feel were boring into her, "…and no, I don't want to talk about it."

The only person she finally looked back at, about five minutes later was Sam. No silent exchange of words was made, no special looks describing how she felt, nothing; but the young hunter recognized a nagging feeling of guilt and sadness that he'd weighed himself down with for the past year, "So Big Bad's on the loose here in Lawrence… any of us have a good idea on what to do about it?"

"We can't just sit around here and wait for him to find a loophole and get us, that's for damn sure." Dean offered, scrubbing a hand roughly down his face.

Emily looked wearily in Dean's direction before turning her gaze back to the two gifted hunters in front of her, "But at the same time, we're not ready to fight him… look at you guys, you're still very much on the mend; and Sam needs to grasp his powers a little better before he can be ready for whatever comes next… I vote Nadia and I do what we can until you boys are ready."

"Emmy, I brought you here to be safe… and throwing you out there amidst the bitches that go bump in the night is not my idea of safe. Though, you do have a good point… none of us are ready, were we'd usually throw caution and preparation to the wind and go face our demons…" she stood abruptly, and went to pace behind the kitchen island, mentally going over each and every option they had, "…right now, our best option is, whether we like it or not, staying put until something else comes our way; something beneficial, that is."

"Like…?" Emily inquired with frustration, curiously taking note of how calm and quiet Missouri was being next to her.

Nadia thought for a moment longer, realizing they actually did have one extra card up their sleeves. She watched happily as Emily subconsciously rubbed at her Devil's Trap tattoo, "Well, it'll take a few days for him to get here… but Jebidia." At the mention of the strange name, both Emily and Missouri joined Nadia in looking extremely satisfied.

"…uh, ok… who is this Jebidia person?" Dean demanded, looking rather unhappy at the situation he was finding himself in.

"Jebidia Leroy, is a new age priest from Jamaica… an old friend of Missouri's, we met him when we were still living in Minnesota, he's the one who did our tattoo's… and he made the protection charm that you wear, Dean, years ago. He provides the ultimate demonic protection, normally he doesn't travel for anybody, he's fairly adamant in making it known how much he detests traveling anywhere… but for Missouri as well as Emmy and myself, given the word he'd travel to the ends of the earth." And with a wicked grin she got up from the table, and picked up her cell phone, "Now… if you'll excuse me, I've got some calls that need to be made…"

As she pivoted and whipped herself around, Dean couldn't help but be captivated by her as the crimson colored ribbon flew about her face, crowning the smile that bewitched him; alongside his enchantment, he relented into agreeing with their plan—like everyone else—concerning this 'Jebidia' character.

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Closing the door behind her, she knew she would call old Jebidia… in time; but first, she had another, more pressing, call to make. Her mind hazed slightly as her fingers numbly fumbled with the buttons, blindly finding her way to a number she hadn't searched for in years… almost as long as she'd dialed Emily's. Her hand seemed to take on a life of its own, trembling as it brought the cell to her ear, bringing to her consciousness the familiar ring tone and the memory of a voice almost forgotten.

'Hello…' a half gasp, half sob escaped her as she heard the greeting.

"Hi, Harold… its Nadia, little Nadia Coltier…"

'Nadia, my dear girl!' he cried warmly, remembering instantly the gangly youth and her kind face, belying a secret stealth and even more secret lethal ability, 'How are you doing these days, Nadia? It's been…'

"Too long," her face scrunched in pain, but relaxed quickly in fear of the man sensing her pained expression, "I'm doing as well as can be expected; I've reconciled with my sister since the last time we saw each other." A lie and only she knew it, "Just wondering how the only lawyer I'll ever respect is doing…"

'Same as you Nadia: as well as can be expected. I'm trying to stay busy, you know, bury myself in my work… but business in these parts have never been and never will be busy enough when desperately needed.' She could tell he was on the verge of a break down, and trying to cover it with nervous laughter, 'Have you tried contacting my daughter recently?'

"I have, sir… but you know how she is, always off being the life of the party somewhere; it's been difficult to nab her attention…" she held the phone a few inches from her face as she wiped furiously at her face, "but I'll keep trying, and I'll let you know as soon as I get something."

'Alright… well, I'll let you go; you said you're back with Emily, you probably want to spend as much time with her as you can right now.'

"Yea… it was good speaking with you again, Mr. Camden."

'Anytime, Ms. Coltier' and the line went dead. Sighing, her head fell in defeat, not wanting to have made the call, not wanting the stiff, uncomfortable conversation that had been made to go down. But now it was over, it was behind her, and she was free to make the call that could save the brothers; if anyone else, it could help and save them.

'Nahd-ya Col-tee-ehr… I been expectin' a phone call from ya, child. What took ya so long, me wonder?'

"Hey Jebidia," sigh, "listen… I need your help, some friends of mine…"

'Don' lie to me 'bout da Ween-chesta boys, I know 'bout da role dey been playin' en ya life… why do ya tink I made that charm your Dean wears, why I gave ya TWO Devil's Traps when I only gave little Eh-mily one?' Shaking her head, she absently rubbed at her right shoulder blade, noticing for the first time that there was a dull aching laced over it. 'Girlie girl, ees that shoulder steel botherin' ya aft-er all theese ye-ars?'

"Yea, Jebidia, it still annoys me from time to time."

'Hmm, you an' me have mah-ch ta talk a-bout when I geht dere, don' we now Nahd-ya?' he waited for a response, the only one made was Nadia nodding her head in frustration, 'Then I'll be seein' you girls an' dem Ween-chesta boys en a few dees, huh?'

"Yes, sir… uh, around Tuesday, yes?"

'Tues-dee, child.' Before she knew it, or had time to say anything else, Jebidia, too, had hung up on her.

Her head shot back up, the huntresses 'if-looks-could-kill-you'd-be-a-corpse-at-my-feet' game face was thrown back up as she heard the soft click of the doorknob turning and being pushed open. But when her eyes landed on the sympathetic face which greeted her, her guard tumbled downwards and a stiff grin took its place, "Hey you…"

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Yep, that's right people... I've decided to give one of my characters my first name... doh. shit. most of you didn't know that... oh well, now you do! But yea, that character will be explanded in the next chapter, and she will have a role to play... just not really the one you'd... expect. yea. Anyway, this kinda got written totally out of sequence, it was ch. 13 first then this one and at the moment I'm perfecting and finishing chapter 12, which should be up soon... maybe at the end of the day... yea, that sounds about right. I'm rambling, I'll stop... P.S. Mitzi the cat will be making a return soon, for the Mitzi-lovers out there.