Whitechapel in broad daylight was a completely different story to the suburb at night. It was bustling with people. Despite the fact that she'd seen it disproved right in front of her eyes, Callie still believed in the safety of numbers. The brothers, on the other hand, eyed all the street traffic warily. Sam pulled out a crumpled map from a jacket pocket. He studied it and Callie moved so that she could see it too.

"These are the spots where Wellenby's previously attacked his victims" Sam pointed out the meaning behind certain dots on the map. "It's sort of in a circle, so we should pick a place that's in that area"

Dean looked up and down the busy street that they were on. "Ok, well this one is definitely off limits." He wandered over to look at the map. "Let's try that one, a couple of streets over"

Callie couldn't quite keep in step with the boys, both were taller with longer legs. At first she tried, and then as the realisation that her task was impossible sunk in, she slowed down, until eventually she was back at her normal dawdling pace.

They were in a shopping area and Callie stopped several times to look in store windows. She hadn't been shopping once since arriving in London. She wasn't really the type of girl who enjoyed shopping, she found it got tedious very quickly, which always scored her points with guys but the stores were different from the ones back home. She was peering into the window of a small antiques store when she felt someone grab her arm and pull her onwards.

"Come on!" Dean sighed. "You're worse than Sammy. I don't want to have to keep on looking out for you"

Callie allowed herself to be walked back to where Sam was standing, a couple of metres off. Sam watched them with an amused expression on his face. Dean didn't let go of her arm as they walked off. After a few minutes, Callie tried to loosen her arm that was hooked through his. He didn't even break his stride, he kept walking, merely looked down and said "Nope, don't even think about it"

"Well slow down then"

"You keep up" Dean retorted.

Callie made a scoffing sound. This was ridiculous, he was treating her like a child. Well, if he wanted a kid, he was going to get one. She dug in her heels to try and stop. Unfortunately it worked.

Dean came to a stop and let go of her arm. He turned furiously on her. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm trying to do my job. I'm trying to get rid of a serial killing ghost. If we don't do this, I don't know when the next load of hunters will be in town to get rid of Jack. That means literally hundreds of girls could be murdered. And just in case you forgot, you're first in line"

Callie was horrified to find tears filling her eyes. She never cried, she saw it as a sign of weakness. And now she was about to do it for the second time in as many days. She stormed off in the opposite direction. She heard Dean groan in annoyance but didn't care.


Ten minutes later, she'd blown off all her steam. But she knew that she couldn't go back, not after the way she'd behaved. She knew that Dean had had every right to yell at her, she just hated the fact that all she did was tag along after them, like a wayward annoying kid sister. She walked into a café to collect her thoughts.

No sooner had she sat down than Sam joined her. He smiled hesitantly at her. "You ok?"

She nodded. Tears came to the surface again. She let out a sound of frustration. "I don't know what's wrong with me"

Sam handed her a serviette. Callie wiped away the tears before they could spill over. That way it didn't count as crying. A waitress had been walking over to take their order but when she saw Callie holding a napkin to her eyes, she made a quick detour away from the table. But not before shooting Sam with an accusatory glare. It made Callie feel a little bit better even though Sam wasn't the one to blame.

"You've had a rough couple of days. And this whole Wellenby thing got out of control very quickly. We thought we'd gotten rid of him, then we hadn't, then he visits you in your room. That's enough to send anyone out of kilter"

"Ok, I like that explanation. It doesn't make me sound like some pathetic loser"

Sam looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Most people just refuse to accept what they've seen or turn into a quivering mass on the floor. You're way ahead of the game"

"Ok and I like that explanation too" she smiled.

"You ready to go back?" he asked.

"You know what? I think you guys have got this one. Maybe I'll see you when it's all over"

"Uh, Callie, we kind of need you"

Callie stared at Sam.

"In case you hadn't noticed, a certain someone has taken a shine to you. Remember, we're doing your favourite thing tonight: using you as bait"

Callie sighed dramatically. "No, Sam, you forget. It's one of my favourite thing. Smack in between getting a colonoscopy and taking exams"

Sam laughed. "Sorry, sorry. My mistake" He paused. "You coming?"

Callie nodded and followed him outside. Dean was there, leaning nonchalantly against a lamppost. He straightened up upon seeing Callie.

"You still love me, right? You're not going to slap me in the face, are you?"

Callie brightened up. "I hadn't even thought about doing that. And just so you know, I'd never slap you. I'd punch you"

"Aw, you still love me" Dean smiled triumphantly.

She allowed him a small smile before walking off to their next destination.


"Ok, I think this is it".

They stood surveying the scene. It was a small dead end alley off the main street. Its only purpose was to serve as a holding place for trash cans and dumpsters. It smelled accordingly.

Dean took the battered rucksack off and opened it up. He pulled out the journal and two pieces of chalk. He handed one to Sam and opened the journal up. When he found the page he wanted, he walked over to Sam to show him. Together they studied the page and then began walking out the distance that they would need. When they'd walked three steps apart from each other, they bent down and began drawing with the chalk. Sam was working on an intricate symbol and Dean walked around, marking out a medium sized circle. The circle was in the middle of the alley, far enough away from the entrance to hopefully avoid any curious stares.

Dean looked up and saw her watching them. He broke off a piece of his chalk and handed it to her. "There's a page in the journal, and it's got lots of symbols on it. There's a symbol, looks like a wavy line with some lines coming off it? Draw that on the back wall"

Callie found the page and the symbol Dean was talking about. It was fairly simple and she carefully copied it out onto the back wall of the alley. It took her a good fifteen minutes. When she was done, she went back out to the entrance of the alley to keep a lookout for anyone that might want to interfere with what they were doing; police, nosey old ladies, etc, etc. She saw Dean check on the symbol that she'd drawn. He caught her stare and gave her a brief nod. She'd done good. She smiled happily and turned her attention back to the street.

"Nice" Sam said to his brother in a low voice.

Dean shrugged. "If it keeps her busy, then she's out of our hair, then I'm happy. And who knows, maybe after we're gone the locals will appreciate an ancient symbol for 'forest' on that wall"

Sam laughed softly and concentrated more on what he was supposed to be doing. They needed to get this exactly right. One mistake could cost them everything.


An hour later, Sam and Dean stepped back to survey their work. The chalk circle, with the symbols within, was completed.

"Ok, now what?" Callie asked.

"Now we wait for nightfall" Dean said.

"Pub or café?" Callie asked, starting to walk off.

'No, we have to wait here. Make sure nobody scuffs the marks, accidentally or not. If any line gets broken it renders the whole ritual void" Sam explained.

"Oh" she replied. They had at least four hours before it got even remotely dark. And Jack seemed to prefer the wee hours of the morning. They were in for a long night.

Callie perched herself glumly on the kerb.

"You two take first watch. I'll go and find something we can trap Jack into" Dean announced, walking off quickly before either of them could complain.

Sam took a seat next to her, taking a little time to get himself comfortable on the ground due to his long limbs. When he was finally in position, his knees were up around his ears.

"Maybe we should hit up that bench," Callie offered. "It might make life a bit easier"

Sam gratefully got up quickly and they made their way over to the bench nearby. It was positioned so that they could still see if anyone tried to enter the alley.

Once they were seated, Sam handed the journal over to Callie. "Last page"

She was a little puzzled but she turned to the last page. The page was filled with writing. She peered at it closely. "Is that Latin?" she asked.

"Yep. It's the ritual we're going to use to get rid of Jack. I had a look at it last night but I need help memorising it"

"Why don't you just read it?"

"Just in case something happens to the book. You never know what might happen" He looked at Callie's face which seemed to take on a nervous expression. "Not that anything will happen"

"You said that last time" she retorted, a little grumpily.

There was a silence. Sam scratched at a mark on his jeans. Callie sighed and read the first line. "Spiritus audite mihi". Sam took up the next line.

They passed an hour, then two, in that way. By now, even Callie knew the damn thing by heart. And she was starting to get hungry. She got cranky when she got hungry. At last, she spotted Dean walking towards them. He was carrying a bag of chips and happily munching on them. A plastic bag swung at his side.

Dean offered them a chip. Sam refused but Callie took a handful.

"What did you end up getting?" Sam asked.

Dean pulled out a Tupperware container with a triumphant 'ta-da'. Both Callie and Sam looked at one another.

"Dean, that's not going to hold" Sam told his brother.

"Course it will" Dean replied.

"Doesn't plastic erode over time?" Callie asked. "In like a hundred years, he'll be back out"

Sam sighed loudly. "I'll go and get something. I'll be back"

As Sam walked off, Dean noted "I think he's the only person who doesn't know that when you say 'I'll be back', you have to say it like the Terminator"

Callie laughed. "Shame"

They passed the chips back and forth between them. Callie was impressed that Dean was sharing, let alone knew how to.

While they waited for Sam to return, Dean practised his pick up lines and various scenarios on Callie, as he wanted an 'unbiased female opinion' on what would and wouldn't work. She was strangely impressed at the extent and calibre of Dean's moves. Although they'd probably only work if the girl (or girls, as some scenarios did require more than one girl. Callie didn't ask for clarification) was slightly drunk. But she didn't think Dean had much problem picking up girls.

Just as Callie was telling Dean where he might improve on his 'limo driver' scenario, Sam returned. He overheard the last part of their conversation and looked a bit confused. He shook his head as if to clear it and then pulled out of his shopping bag a small safety deposit box.

Dean looked it over casually and shrugged. "I guess that'll work too"