Chapter 11: They Grow Up So Fast

Samael was eyeing the insides of the fancy bar through the eyes of Sam Winchester. He had broken away from Dean Winchester and was now enjoying his new freedom of being in total control and not having to put up the act any longer. He had regained a great deal of his strength due to having this powerful vessel so that he wasn't practically slagging on his feet. Now he could go back to his favorite past time. His preferred brand of hunting. He just hoped he wasn't rusty. After all, it had been a few millenia since he'd gone and lustfully seduced humans. He then noticed that there were three woman drinking shots together over at the bar. They were dressed sensibly, so he guessed that they had just gotten out of work. From their professional looking attire, he guessed that they were office assistants or secretaries. Pent up emotions and possibly sexually frustrated. Perfect for someone who's been out of the game for a while.

The ladies were surprised when the bartender came over to them with three drinks. He told them that they were courtesy of Samael and he went and raised his glass nonchalantly at them. Two of them shared smiles as they took the drinks but the third, didn't let her eyes leave him. She got up from her seat and moved over to him.

"Thanks for the drinks."

Samael let a small smile creep onto him. "My pleasure. Name's Samael."

"Samuel?"

"No, Samael."

Her eyes widened. "Really, that's different."

"Not really. Let's just say that my father is quite old fashioned," he said mischievously. "But everyone tends to call me Sam. How about you?"

"Laura Harris."

"Laura, simple name for a simply beautiful woman."

"Wow, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl."

"Well, I try not to brag," he said as he took a small sip from his glass.

And from that point, it was just a series of small talk and flirting looks before they ended up in Laura's apartment, moving to take off their clothes. Laura moved her hands over his chiseled torso before she noticed the very happy look on Samael's face.

"Eager much?" she laughed.

Samael shook his head. "Sorry. It's just been a real long time for me. Not the most sexiest thing to admit." He chuckled a bit as he dipped his head down in small embarrassment.

But Laura went to put a finger under his chin. "Hey," she said lifting his face to meet hers. "I like it. And, to be honest, it's been a while for me too."

"Really?" Samael moved his hands up and down her hips softly. "I can't believe that."

"Oh?" She then moved her hands along his strong back. "And with a package like yours, can I believe that?" she teased back.

Samael smiled and showed off his dimples to her. "Well, let's just say it's been forced to the shelf for a while. So, I might be a little rusty."

"Okay." She then went to move her hands from his back to up his arms before they settled on his bare, sculpted shoulders. "Why don't you and I go and break each other back in then?"

Samael rose his eyes at her flirtatiously and she then began running her hands down from his shoulders down the front of his torso before they stopped at the top of his jeans. She grabbed and pulled him from their and he followed her as she moved back towards her bed, falling on it with him hovering on top of her. Underclothes were tossed aside. Both soft and hard kisses were exchanged. Heavy breaths were taken and deep moans were sounded for a good long while. After they both hit their climax, they found themselves lying on their backs beside each other, sweaty and breathing hard.

"So...what do you think?" Samael huffed out.

"What do I think?" Laura turned to look at him with a wide smile as she was gasping big breaths. "I think that if that was you being rusty...your A-game would take me closer to God," she chuckled.

That made Samael chuckle. "Oh, closer than you'd think." Two hours later, when Samael had snuck out the building, he gave the window for her apartment a look. He sighed as he had turned and started to walk off. "Oh I'm back baby," he said to himself.

When Laura managed to wake up late the next morning, she saw that he was gone but she basked in the afterglow of the incredible night that she had. She couldn't understand why, but she couldn't stop thinking of it. It wasn't Laura's first one night stand but something about that guy was...different. For more reasons than one but to her, it felt as if what she experienced was life changing. Even days after that night, looking back on it made her want to reach for some ice water.

That is until only two weeks later when she started feeling funny pains in her stomach. She went to take a test and found that she was pregnant. That surprised her as she had been on birth control though she guessed that she had been in the unlucky percentile where it wouldn't work. She quickly bought some Plan B pills but it surprisingly did nothing to quell the pregnancy. She was surprised that after three weeks, she was still pregnant and starting to feel weak. She went over to a clinic to try and get an abortion. But, when the doctor was about to get started, he was immediately flung backwards until he slammed into the wall so hard that the back of his head cracked and left a big red splatter where he hit. She cried at the sight of the dead doctor and ran out of the clinic. Laura then knew that this wasn't any normal child inside her and was starting to wonder just what she got into when she hooked up with that Winchester guy that night. After only three months, she began to look like she was nine months along. She was barely able to sleep with aches and pains hitting her near constantly. When people started to talk about her quick swollen belly, she became beyond scared and she quickly ran away.

She was currently driving down the Utah desert road of Route 163, squinting as she struggled to see the dimly road ahead with her insides burning up. When she felt them starting to twist, it caused her to begin pulling the car off the road and driving into the rocky wilderness. She couldn't focus on her driving through the pain and ended up going down some small hill and her car got stuck in a sinkhole. Her head was bleeding a bit but her focus was on her swollen belly as she started to feel like her bones were snapping. She quickly opened her door and collapsed out onto the dirt as started to loudly moan out in pain. She was crying as the pain intensified and then lifted her hand as she felt blood start to leak out of her. Suddenly there was a rush of pain and she gave one final blood curling scream before there was a blinding light that shined through the area and it made the glass of the car shatter and its alarm start blaring as the light began to fade. Through the blinking lights of the van, Laura's body was being watched by a small baby that was covered with her drying blood.

The sun had long risen when the road saw a pickup truck driving on down it. The driver was calmly watching the empty road ahead when his eyes widened as he noticed someone walking on down at the side. A small someone. He slowed down and stopped to find that it was a kid. A boy that looked maybe around ten years old and he saw that he was dressed in nothing but an overly large shirt that went almost to his kneecaps. But, the most startling thing was that there were lines of dried blood on his face, arms and even his bare feet.

"Hey kid, what happened?" But the boy didn't answer. He had a blank look on his face and just stared at him. He guessed the boy was in some kind of shock. "Are you hurt?" The boy then shook his head a bit but still kept that blank look on his face. "Alright, it's gotta be maybe twenty miles until the next town. Climb on in and I'll take you to the police station and get you some help." He went and opened the door for the kid and he climbed on inside. After about four miles, the guy looked over at the boy and noticed him just staring out the window at the passing desert. "So kid, uh, what's your name?" He then turned and looked over at him, with that same expressionless face. "You do have a name, right?"

The boy's eyes stayed on the man's face before they lowered down and saw that there was a name stitched on his button up shirt. It read Alan. As he saw it, he then cracked a cold smile.

Supernatural

Over 3 months later...

On Route 163 in Utah, a familiar black impala was driving down it with Dean just staring ahead as Sam was chatting away on his phone.

"Alright, thanks," Sam said as he then hung up. "Well, that was the last of our contacts. Well, the last that haven't been taken away by the Battalion yet. Warned them to lay low for a while."

"Awesome." Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "What is it now, ten more hunters just up and arrested, taken away with no trace in the last three weeks. Now all of us that are left are now on the run. These guys are hunting us."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're appreciating the irony," Sam said glumly.

"Well, with everyone that's left, you warned them about what we're up against?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam panted as he settled into his seat. "Told them to avoid the cops when on jobs, at least until everything dies down. Also spread the word to watch out for leather cuffs on anyone."

"Speaking of jobs," Dean huffed. "How much farther is it?" he asked getting back to their current one.

Sam looked at his phone's GPS. "We should be in Monticello in about four more hours," he said before putting it away.

"Run me through the story of this place again."

Sam let himself settle into his seat as he shifted through some of the articles. "Okay, for the last two months, there have been about over two dozen reported incidents of bizarre things happening in this part of the state, centered in Monticello, Utah. Accounts of things moving by themselves. Sudden power disruptions. There was even a case of some car windows just shattering by themselves in the middle of the street. It started around kids until over a week ago. Some online chatter started saying that ghosts are responsible."

"Yeah, or it could all be just some small town teens playing pranks. Bored and who decided to try and make their own pranking videos in their hometown to post on youtube. Some of those are pretty hilarious," Dean put in with a laughing tone.

Sam rose his eyebrows at him. "You watch youtube?" he asked disbelievingly.

"What? People actually do post good stuff on there," he said getting a little defensive.

But Sam shrugged. "Well, it's a nice theory but if its all a joke, it stopped being funny a while ago. These things started getting more rougher and some people ended up getting hurt. Two even ended up in the hospital."

"What do the local cops think?"

"They're just chalking them all up to random freak accidents. But, just the other night, a body actually dropped. Guy named Gilbert Redding. He was walking home with his girlfriend and he got electrocuted out in the middle of the street and burned to a crisp."

"Ouch," Dean muttered. "How'd that happen?"

"Well, the authorities think it was some kind of freak power surge. They found a few of the street lamps nearby were shorted out and charred so they think that he just got caught in the output. But his girlfriend is saying that before Redding was roasted she had seen some kind of light. She also said she could feel something invisible pull at her when it all started happening. The authorities are just chalking what she says to trauma from witnessing him die right in front of her. Still, power surges, things flying by themselves, these things do match an angry spirit's M.O."

Dean tilted his head a bit. "Yeah but you said this has been going on for a while, right? And there were just popping up randomly around that town? Ghosts are supposed to be pretty solitary and react on impulse. They don't just go cruising around making fusses and then randomly electrocute some poor sap out of nowhere."

"No," Sam admitted. "Not normal ones. What if it's like with what happened with Scott Garland? Remember him, the ghost who was stranded because Heaven was closed off and he ended up drifting around close by his family?"

"Ghost Dad? No, but wasn't Heaven opened back up weeks ago? Because their holy choir boy went and sprung Michael from the Cage. Cas said he undid Metatron's spell." Admittedly the only good thing to actually come from that mess. "Death and his delivery boys would be able to take everyone back in like before, right?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, they should've but there were a lot of souls stranded. Maybe they missed a few. Death did say that they would be backed up, right? Could be that there are still some stragglers that they didn't get to?"

Dean shrugged. "Well, then I guess we'll be picking up their slack." He then settled back into his seat. "I gotta say though, a good old fashioned ghost hunt will be a nice break from all this angel and battalion crap."

They made it to Monticello and visited the girlfriend at her apartment. Sam was sitting across from her at her table while Dean was letting his eyes wander around, to take in the room.

"Courtney, right?" Sam asked her. She nodded. "Okay, just tell us what happened."

Courtney Flanagan rubbed at her eyes stressfully. "I already told the police everything. And when I did, they said that everything I saw must've just been the shock."

"Pun not intended?" Dean quirked in. Courtney flinched as she looked down at her knees and Sam turned to give him a bit of a stinkeye. "Too soon," he muttered.

"Please," Sam said trying to salvage their chance of getting through to her. "Courtney, just tell us what happened."

Courtney rubbed at her nose and sniffed a bit. "Uh, well Gil and I were walking home after we got a bite over at the diner before it closed. We were about four blocks away when some of the street lamps started to flicker. They were flickering as we were getting closer to them but they stopped when we got far enough. We were freaking out and decided to pick up the pace and just get back home when one of them just popped all of a sudden as we stepped under it. Gil grabbed me and we started running. But, everytime we got under a new streetlamp, that one would break too. We then just ran out into the street, thinking we would be safe. Then-" But she just stopped right there.

"What?" Sam asked her gently.

She sniffled. "Uh, I saw some light and the next thing I know, I'm thrown off my feet as if someone pushed me. While I was on the ground, I felt this sudden bit of heat and started to hear screaming and looked and saw sparks are coming out of nowhere and hitting Gil. It was like lightning and it kept striking at him. He was...twitching so much and his screaming only got louder and louder. It didn't stop until he was-." Her voice had been cracking and couldn't seem to finish.

Dean narrowed his eyes a bit. This sounded like it was some kind of a hit. Someone or something was after her boyfriend for some reason.

"Okay," Sam said as he took out a pad. "I have some questions that might sound a little strange but I need you to just bare with me, okay?" Courtney nodded through her tears. "When the lights flickered, did you happy to feel any cold spells? Even for a moment?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Were there any sudden odors or smells as, it happened?" Sam went on a bit delicately.

Courtney shook her head again. "No."

As Sam had her attention, Dean pulled out his EMF but there wasn't so much as a blip.

Sam nodded as he pretended to write something. "Okay, did Gil ever tell you if anything was off around him lately? Or if there was anyone that might have had some kind of grudge against him?"

Courtney was suddenly thrown. "What? Why would you ask that?"

"Please Courtney," Sam lightly pushed.

She shook her head. "No. Well, nothing that he told me about anyway. Unless you count him shoving some guy from the diner after we had a late dinner that night."

"Diner?" asked Dean. "What diner?"

"The Elmwood Diner on Pat Street. It's just a few blocks from here."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "And that was right before this all happened?"

"Yes, but what would that have to do with anything? Gil was-." Her voice seemed to start cracking again and it seemed like she couldn't go on.

Sam then cleared his throat. "Well thank you Courtney. We won't take any more of your time. And we're sorry." The two of them stepped outside. "What do you think?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. She seemed freaked about the whole thing, and it does sound like a ghost. But she didn't feel any cold spots from when she and her boyfriend were hit," he said before holding up his EMF. "And, I got nothing."

"But something definitely happened. So maybe it's not a ghost but something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know." Sam then moved to wipe at the front of his mouth as he let himself go into thought. "Okay, why don't we head to the morgue and check out the boyfriend's body?"

"Yeah," Dean muttered. "You can do that. Me, I'm going to go and check out the diner where the boyfriend had the fight."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"It's where they were last, and something happened to them when they left. Might be something."

"Or it might be nothing," Sam put in. "Courtney said it was just a random shove."

"Still, can't hurt to check anyway. And I could use a burger," Dean added as an afterthought.

Dean then took off and Sam just rolled his eyes before he shook his head and took off too.

Sam made it to the morgue but saw that there seemed to be no one at the front desk.

"Hello?" he calmly called out. But there was no answer. He guessed that the clerk stepped out.

Sam decided to step further inside and head for the back when he heard some voices behind the storage room door. He quietly peeked the door's window and could see that there were two men in there. One of them seemed to be the coroner and the other looked like he might be the clerk and they were both speaking to a woman. Sam saw that this woman was dressed in a simple suit and trousers and had a large business purse strapped around her shoulder. The way she was dressed and carried herself made it look like she was a fed. His face softened a bit as he took more of her in. She had semi long hair that barely passed her shoulders that was a shade of light brown that might pass for blonde in a certain light. He noticed that she had light green eyes and they seemed to be sharp and focused as she listened to what the doctor and his assistant were telling her. When one of them stepped around her, Sam blinked and realized that to the side, there was a charred looking body on a table. The three of them were overlooking it.

"The victim suffered heavy electrical burning that heavily scorched the outer skin tissue layer of his body and caused massive internal burns as well," the coroner began explaining to her.

The woman gave the body an inquisitive look as she had her phone out and seemed to be recording. "Was the crux of the internal burns at the area of his heart?" she asked as she pointed at the corpse's chest.

The coroner went to grab the clipboard next the body. "Yes, it was. That was also where the temperature was the highest when the body was first brought in."

"Suggesting a possible point of entry," the woman stated as she made an almost inaudible note.

That made the coroner get taken aback. "Point of entry? For an electrocution?"

"Never mind," the woman said shaking her head. "Just making a private note." She then put her phone away but kept her professional poise. "By any chance, was there another body reported with that had similar signs of internal burning within the last few weeks?"

The coroner eyes widened. "Why, yes. Yes there was."

"How long ago exactly?" she asked.

"Last month I believe. Hold on." He went over to a file cabinet and pulled out a folder. "I remember, it was such a strange case." He looked up the date on the top of the file. "Yes, just little over a month ago. A woman, in her late 20's to early 30's. Her body had been found next to an abandoned car off the side of the road by some partying kids. Based on levity, she had to have been lying there for weeks. We found signs internal burns though, unlike Mr. Redding, there was none on the outer part of the body. How did you know?"

"I received word of a person of interest in the state area that might be connected with incidents that had a similar M.O."

"And with Mr. Redding, you think these two cases might be related?"

She took the file as he handed it out to her. "With these types of deaths separated by a small span of time and space, it isn't risky to assume." She looked at the pictures that were taken of the body being found. "Were you able to determine if the burning was the precise cause of death?" she asked the doctor.

The coroner shrunk a bit. "The results were...inconclusive."

She stiffened a bit. "Inconclusive? What do you mean?"

"You see, our analysis showed that the deceased suffered both a blend of major blood loss and internal burning. Both of them were fatal level cases but they conflict with each other so there is no way to determine which was suffered pre and post-mortis. There were trace amounts of blood on the ground by the body but there had been a storm roughly three days prior to the body's discovery which hinder placing the timing of the bleeding."

"I see." She kept her eyes on the file as she skimmed through it. "And you couldn't identify her?" she asked not looking up.

The coroner's assistant shook his head. "No, Jane Doe had no ID found on the body or in the nearby vehicle. No matches on fingerprints or DNA in the database which probably means that she had no priors."

She stiffened when she came upon an interesting bit of information on the report. "Doctor, it says here that she sustained major blood loss."

"Yes. There was a heavy amount coagulated blood residue found near where she laid. Based on the fact that there were no visible wounds found on her body, we take this to mean that it was internal. Though, considering that there were internal burns, we couldn't be certain."

The woman raised her head from the file but narrowed her eyes as they looked over at the door. She thought she had seen something move past their windows. "Excuse me," she said as she closed the file and started to make her way to the doors. She pushed them open and looked into the halls to find them empty and quiet.

Over in a nearby file room, Sam was hiding himself as he stood still and tried not to make a sound.

"Mam?" the assistant asked. "Is everything alright?"

She sighed and nodded as she lightly stepped back inside. "Yes. Of course. I'm sorry about that." She let her eyes fall on the burnt victim one more time. "One last question doctor. By any chance, was the intensity of the burns in Jane Doe highest around the area of the uterus?"

The coroner nodded. "Yes, actually it was. How did you know?"

She gave him a small smile. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I will have to borrow this file."

"Yes of course," the doctor nodded.

Sam moved to quietly leave before the three of them could leave the morgue's storage room. It sounded like there might be more to this case than he thought.

An angel wearing a simple suit and tie made his way to the roped off area of the street. There were a few road workers and police officers surveying the area and trying to keep cars and people from disturbing the scene. The guy lifted the tape up and let himself go underneath to get closer. He looked down to where there was some scorch marks on the ground and bent down to lightly run his fingers over it. A police officer nearby quickly noticed and moved for him.

"I'm sorry sir but you can't be over here."

The angel lifted his head and slowly turned to face the officer with a grim look on his face. He stared at the man for a moment and it seemed to make the human start getting agitated and ready to physically move him away.

"It's alright," a voice rang out. "He's with me."

They both turned to look over at a well dressed woman, who was quickly walking over to them. The heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement with every step as she started reaching into her bag.

"And who are you miss?" asked the officer.

She smiled at him and pulled out her wallet to show her badge. "Dr. Judice Parker. I'm an anthropologist with the bureau. I was assigned to oversee the collection and analysis of this incident. This man is my newly assigned assistant and I'm afraid he's still a little lost when it comes to protocol."

The officer checked the badge and then handed it back. "Well, no harm done. Just make sure he starts letting everyone know who he's with first before he just goes in anywhere."

Judice nodded. "Of course. And thank you." The officer then left leaving the two of them alone. She then gave the angel a bit of a look as she went and moved to adjust the leather cuff under her shirt's sleeve. "That was a close one. I've heard that you guys could be a little dense when it came to blending in but you're supposed to be a very high ranking one, right? What was your name?"

"Gideon," he told her stiffly. "And I'm a Power. Only an archangel ranks higher than us." He said that with a tone that seemed to suggest that it would make the woman shrink down from him.

But, that only made Judice tilt her head slightly with some amusement in her eyes. "And yet you don't know enough to not just go and cross crime scene tape?"

He went to bend down over the scorch mark. "We're in a crisis. There isn't any time to waste on foolish and time consuming courtesies. Now Ms. Parker, have you come with some help for me or did you arrive simply to waste my time with trivial nonsense?"

"Help, of course." Judice sighed in resignation as she brought out the file that she got from the coroner's office and gave it to him. "I just came over from the coroner and found the file of a woman who matched what you asked for. Internal burns and major blood loss. The kind that you would see with women who would die from a miscarriage. Can you tell whose it is?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm afraid not though a good guess is that it might be Zepar." At least he hoped it was Zepar and not the worst possible choice. Gideon straightened up and Judice handed him the file. His eyes scanned it and he nodded. "Do you know how long ago she died?"

"The coroner said that it had to be weeks ago. Based on the file, I would say around the area of three months."

"So, this one is three months old." He looked at the roped off area. "And also seems that it is starting to have a better grasp of its power."

"And you can't find it?"

"It's cloaking itself. All the mishaps happening in this area were made to test and stabilize its strength. Now, it seems to have learned how to shield its presence from someone like me."

"How would it know to cloak itself from you?"

"It must sense me like I can sense it."

"Regardless, finding it can't be that hard," Judice shook her head. "A three month old moving around would bound to attract attention."

"Not exactly. These creatures don't necessarily age in the rate as humans would. They have been known to have reach adolescence and even adulthood in a short time."

"God," Judice mumbled as she looked over at the photo that was taken when police first arrived at the scene. "I can't even imagine what she must've been going through during all of this. Not knowing what was happening to her and being alone. She must've been so scared."

"Well, I believe you humans say that Ignorance is Bliss. If this woman had fully understood just what she was carrying, she probably would've been mortified beyond compare. She was luckier than most."

Judice then glared at him. "I wouldn't exactly say she was lucky."

"She acted irresponsibly and she paid the price for her foolishness."

"Foolish? She couldn't have known that she was going to be hooking up with an angel," she said in this woman's defense.

Gideon let out a heated breath. "She threw herself into bed with a stranger that could've been anyone. It turned out that it was a renegade and became impregnated by him. I would say that was foolish, but then again, from what I understand, these days you humans are all too ready to just throw yourselves at one another either in the bedroom or practically anywhere when the opportunity arises. She succumbed to her lust and it went on to cost her life. And now, thanks to her own personal neglect, there is a real threat roaming around that has no qualms with toying with and attacking other people." He shook his head and smirked. "Cost and Consequences. Two words you humans never truly consider when you're faced with choices. Only the benefits. It's when the costs begin to weigh on you and the consequences start hinder your lives that you start pondering whether something was the right choice."

She let out a huff as she crossed her arms. "Okay, wow. I can kind of hear what you're saying but that's still a pretty cynical outlook."

But now Gideon was glaring at her. "But it's the truth. Listen Dr. Parker, you are not here to give me a moral debate. So either assist me or you can leave and bring me someone who will," he told her sternly. Judice was still glaring but she closed her eyes and let herself deflate a bit before she nodded and resumed a professional demeanor. "Excellent. Now, can you find where the woman was buried?" he said plainly.

Judice shook her head. "No burial. The woman was cremated about a week after the autopsy was completed. She wasn't identified and the body wasn't claimed so the standard procedure was to cremate her remains and place the ashes in an unmarked grave plot."

Gideon's eyes narrowed. "That's unfortunate. The fire would've burned away any lingering traces of grace for us to use to track."

"So, what do we do now?"

"Nothing. The trail's gone cold. Until the target uses its power again, we are at a standstill. Therefore, we must wait."

"Wait for someone else to be hurt or killed?" she asked him.

He looked at her unflinchingly. "Perhaps now you could see my outlook isn't as cynical as you previously thought."

The angel then walked off, leaving Judice standing there with a tired look on her face. She couldn't just stand there and just wait for someone else to hurt or killed by this thing. But, how could she track down someone when she didn't know their name, age or even gender? She started back for her car when she spotted a few young preteen kids walking together up ahead. Now, she was getting an idea.

Dean got to the diner and saw that it seemed pretty decent. There were a few people scattered around, eating and relaxing, being normal. Dean made his way over to the counter where there was a pretty brunette waitress with long and curly hair standing in front of a young man.

"Anything else?" she asked him.

"Well, I wouldn't mind a phone number," he said, a little arrogantly.

She just sighed and moved away from him before going over to Dean. "Welcome to the Elmwood Diner. What can I get you?"

Dean looked and saw that her nametag said EMILY. He smiled back at her. "Oh, uh I'll have a double cheeseburger combo."

"Coming right up," she said to him as she wrote down his order. "Okay, let me just get some water for you."

"I appreciate it Emily," Dean smiled.

Emily smiled at him and walked backwards a bit to let her gaze linger on him a bit before she moved to place the order in with the kitchen. Dean smiled to himself as she went inside.

The guy from before leaned in. "Hey, how'd you do that? I've been trying to get her to look my way for a while but nothing and you get her to smile and check you out in half a minute?"

Dean looked the young guy up and down. He seemed pretty young. Maybe around 17 or so. He had deep brown hair that was a little wavy but brushed to the side. He was dressed in a blue jeans jacket with a wooly collar and had matching jeans and white sneakers. "Well, I don't think your her type."

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked him like it was a dumb question.

Dean's eyebrows rose. "Well, for one thing, you were out learning your ABC's when she was your age."

"I think my age would fool you," the kid snorted back to him. "Besides, I thought women loved guys in their prime."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, well maybe you're the one that should set your sights younger."

But now it was the other guy's turn to snort. "I don't want girls. I want women. There's so much they can teach me and I'm dying to learn."

Dean couldn't help but laugh a little. This kid kind of reminded him of himself when he was that age. After he had dropped out of high school to hunt, he preferred to keep his eyes on older women than girls his age. "What's your name kid?"

"Alan. Alan Samson." The guy then brought his hand out.

Dean went to grab it and give it a friendly shake. "Dean Bowie," he said back. "And I wish you luck but I think I'm more her type."

Alan narrowed his eyes mischievously. "We'll just see about that. I can handle some competition."

The woman came back and brought Dean a glass of ice water. "Is there anything else you'd like? Anything to drink?"

"Yeah, beer if you've got."

"We do."

"Great, send one my way," Alan said over to her.

Emily just narrowed her eyes at him. "Sure, after you show me some ID."

Alan chuckled. "Oh, I'm flattered."

There was then some knocking and they could make out a guy in an apron standing behind the serving grates that slightly showed the kitchen. He had a knife in his hand and was pointing it Alan's way. "Hey, no more of that."

"It's okay George," Emily told him. "He's just horsing around."

"No Emily, it's not okay. This punk has caused enough trouble." The cook was now glaring at Alan. "You're already pushing your luck just being here right now. Leave the lady alone, eat your food, then get out," he said pointing out the door.

Alan narrowed his eyes at the cook before he sighed and moved to get to his feet. "Fine." Alan reached into his pocket and threw a twenty on the table. "Keep the change," he said to her but Emily just rolled her eyes at him. He huffed and went over to Dean and leaned close to him. "Seems too stiff for me anyway." He then moved to open the door and left the diner.

"If you say so," Dean mumbled after him. He could tell the guy wanted to save face. Emily then came and brought him his beer. "Thanks," he told her. He then reached for his pocket to get his wallet to get his ID so he could ask about Gilbert Redding but stiffened. His pocket was empty. His wallet was gone. But he was sure that he had it just a moment ago. He took a moment before he realized what must've happened. "That no good punk."

Sam was back in the motel room and was on his computer looking for info on the body he had just heard about. That woman, the fed, she seemed to know more about Redding's death than he and Dean did. And from how she spoke, she knew that what killed him wasn't normal. That meant that she was either a hunter herself...or something else. Sam soon found what appeared to be the right file and began to skim it. It was basically a summary of everything that he had heard discussed back at the morgue.

He then moved to the pictures and started to scroll through them. He then got a photo that had the woman's face. Sam suddenly saw the woman look at him as she rubbed at his body and kissed him. Sam blinked when he then started seeing the two of them tangled up in each other on top of a bed. Suddenly he thought back to that fed talking about the woman suffering effects similar to a miscarriage.

He let out a surprised gasp. "Oh, crap."

Sam then opened his search engine. He typed in: Nephilim.

A few pages came up and Sam started to look at them but before he could move onto the second page, his phone rang. He saw that it was his brother. "Hey Dean, I think I got something."

"You're going to have to tell me later. I need you to swing by to the diner for me."

Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Why?"

"I need you to pay for a meal for me," Dean grumbled.

He became thrown. He didn't expect that one. "Pay for-, and why can't you do that Dean?"

"I don't have my wallet," he spat.

"You lost your wallet?" Sam nearly laughed. "How'd that happen?"

"Just get down here," Dean said impatiently.

"Okay. I'm on my way." Sam then hung up but let his eyes fall on an artist rendering of a woman holding a child while gazing at an angel.

Dean then hung up and smiled at Emily. "I'm sorry about this."

"It's no trouble. These things happen. Do you want another beer?"

He sighed. "Yeah, thanks. Uh, say you don't know where I might find that Alan kid, do ya?" He wanted to have some words with the sticky fingered punk.

Emily shook her head as she came over with his second beer. "No, sorry. He just showed up over a week ago. Comes around here almost every day. Even caused a scene two nights back."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Oh? What kind of scene?"

"Got into some argument with a guy. Made some smart ass comment about his girlfriend's ass or something and he shoved him. Our cook had to go and help break them up."

Dean then reached into his pocket and pulled out a printout of Redding's picture. "Was it this guy?"

Emily blinked at it. "I don't know. I'll ask our cook, he'd know. George," she called as she moved to head into the kitchen.

The next thing Dean knew, there was a loud high pitched scream coming back out that made him and the other few people in the diner jump. He quickly ran through the kitchen door and saw that cook was lying on the floor, face first, with a knife stuck in his back. Dean then heard a clinking noise and saw that three knives on the magnet hold on the wall were now leaving it and hovering in the air. The blades were moving to point in Emily's direction and Dean quickly jumped to bring her down as they fly across the room for her. He managed to push out out of harms way and looked over at where the three knives were lodged in the wall where Emily had been a second ago.

End of Chapter 11

A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay for this chapter but I had been very caught up in all my other stories. I hope you liked the introduction of Judice Parker, the older sister of Callie Parker, the Saint Daniel's girlfriend. And we have met a new power as well.

The next chapter will have Sam, Dean, Gideon and Judice all confronting one another as they all rush to confront the being responsible for all this.