When Dean, Bobby and Sam returned to the house, they were subdued. They should be happy; they had finally gotten rid of Eve after all the trouble that she caused. But it was what she had caused that had freaked them out—a virus that even Hunters couldn't detect. But again, hopefully they had caught it in time and it didn't go beyond that one family.

Bobby handed each of them a beer as they all sat down surrounding Bobby's desk. None said a word as they each drank from their bottles. As Dean took a drag from his beer, he decided that he would check in with Jamie when he was done. They had been gone for three days, and Jamie had left a few messages on his cell, Dean having had it turned off. He had never got the chance to call back, and was sure she was worried. At the moment he figured that she was in bed, as the hour was late.

Dean went to set his empty beer bottle on the corner of Bobby's desk, but one look from the grizzled man caused him to get up and place it in the recycling bin in the kitchen. He made his way up the stairs and to Jamie's room down the hall. The door was open a crack, and he slowly pushed it open, expecting to see Jamie sleeping under the covers. But the bed was empty, its covers askew with former use, the room was dark. He was about to turn and leaving when he heard a whiney-whimper.

With his brow furrowed, Dean flicked on the light and stepped into the room. He paused and listened, hearing the same noise again. It seemed to be coming from . . . confused and cautious he got on his hands and knees, and peeked under the bed. Dean jerked back in surprise as a cold and wet nose pressed against his cheek. Peering under the bed again, he saw the gleam of two golden brown eyes.

"Bullet?" he guessed that that made since, Jamie was in love with this pup so that it would make since that she would bring him in to sleep with her. "Come here, buddy." Bullet whimpered again, but came out reluctantly. Dean pulled him into his lap, he was shivering so Dean started to pet him, trying to calm him down. Eventually he did and Dean held him as he stood up. "Wonder what got your fur in bunch."

Dean took Bullet with him as he searched the other rooms just in case Jamie had taken one of them instead, but all were dark and empty. Dean felt slightly fearful when he didn't find her, scared something might have happened to her because of the soul thing with Castiel. Dean's brows were knitted together with worry as he came back down stairs and into the library. Dean paused, holding Bullet as he stared off in space for a second.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, noticing something was wrong instantly.

"What?" Dean came back to himself and looked at Bobby. "Oh, Jamie's not upstairs—" he started when the front door slammed shut.

"How many times have I said not the slam the door?" Bobby hollered.

Dean rushed to the door to find Jamie standing there, her face was pinched but when Dean blinked the expression was gone. Bullet whimpered in his arms and Dean set him on the floor, not noticing the look of discussed that Jamie scent the pup as he bolted out of sight.

Dean turned to her, "Where were you? And what's up with Bullet?"

She shrugged her shoulders as she walked by him into the library. "Around and I don't care." she said.

Dean looked at her in—quite frankly—shock. Something was definitely up, Jamie was never that vague and always had a smile on her face whenever Bullet was brought up.

Jamie spun around to face Dean. "Did you kill her?"

"If you're talking about Eve, then yes, we killed her." Dean nodded.

"Where is Castiel?" she asked, her tone causing the hair on Dean's arms to stand-up.

Dean shrugged his shoulders casually, shoving the feeling away. "Around. He's probably out there finding away to kick Raphael's ass."

Something dark twisted Jamie's lips. "I bet he is."

Dean looked at her, his brows furrowed. "What's up, Jamie?"

Her expression brightened. "Nothing. Just that he should drop by sometime, we have allot of things to discuss."

"Things like what?" Dean asked, getting that feeling again.

Jamie's smile grew. "Everything." she breathed out, her eyes wide.

Suddenly she stretched her arm outward, her hand flat with her palm facing upward. Before anyone could move, a sonic bright light erupted out of her finger tips. It blinded them, rendering them unconscious before her feet. Through Jamie's eyes, Raphael looked down at Dean, Bobby and Sam with a manic smile, causing Jamie's usually pretty face to look dark and twisted.