Weeks passed by and very slowly, Robyn was gaining control over her power. Although, she wasn't sure of the extent of it. In fact, nobody was, but there was only so much you could do in an abandoned factory in the middle of a city. But, there weren't many other places they could go. Her father wasn't too worried. He was of course, confident that he had her under complete control, and even if she turned on him, he would always be stronger.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Her brother, Paul asked, sitting on the floor next to Robyn.

"Alright." She said softly. "I'm just exhausted."

"Well, you've been training non-stop. And when you aren't training, you're beating yourself up about those hunters, which I don't understand. This is the first time I've seen you sit still."

She looked at her brother with her inhuman green eyes. "I know. I just really miss them. That's all."

Paul frowned. "Look, I know you miss them, but don't you like being with your family?"

"I like being with you. But, they were my family."

"You know dad hates it when you say shit like that." Paul said. He didn't seem to be angry, but instead looked around nervously, as if trying to see if their father had actually heard anything.

"I know that, Paul. But, it's true. I needed them."

Her brother's face relaxed, their father nowhere to be seen. "Listen," He said with the same degree of softness that Robyn used. "I'm sorry that we weren't there for you. And you don't know how damn sorry I am for what happened… I was just so angry for such a long time that I couldn't see straight."

Robyn smiled. He had been apologizing ever since she got there. "I know. It's okay. I'm just glad you're back to normal. I missed you a lot."

Paul nodded sadly. He had to make it up to her. "I'm going to go for a walk. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Get some sleep. You look like you're running on fumes." He said as he got to his feet. He picked up his jacket from a hook that was screwed onto the wall next to the big factory doors. He pulled it on and pulled up the hood so his face was fully concealed before finally walking out into the chilling night air.

Sam and Dean:

Dean sat on an old bed in a ratty motel. The same motel they had stayed at when they first met Robyn. Since they lost her, Dean never smiled. To him, it felt like a sin to smile when Robyn wasn't protected. They were in Baltimore, hoping to maybe find some trace of her somewhere, but so far they had no luck.

"Dean, you need to get some sleep. You're exhausted." Sam said with a worried look.

"I'm fine…" Dean muttered, not even bothering to look up from his bare feet.

"We are going to find her."

"Are we?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Dean, we are. So stop looking so defeated."

Dean got to his feet, looking up at his brother. "What do you think we are going to find? Huh, Sammy?" Dean asked. Before Sam was allowed to answer, Dean continued, "Even if we find her, it won't be Robyn. It will be some brainwashed version of her. Do we really want to see that? It'll be the final nail in my coffin, Sam."

"Why are you giving up? Ever since you found out she was gone, it's like you just stopped trying! It's not you who gets to decide whether to give up or not, it's her! So stop trying to make the decision for her!"

"Just keep saying that, Sammy. We lost Robyn the day that her father came into the picture. Would we have been any different? If dad came back when we were that age and promised to spend every waking moment with us? Hell, I would have jumped at the chance."

"Then I guess she's just a little stronger than you, Dean." Sam said coldly, intentionally trying to get Dean riled up. He wanted him to feel something instead of just drowning in his sea of bitter depression.

Dean's jaw clenched. Sam had been expecting this as he watched Dean's fists ball up and one of them began hurtling towards his face. Sam took the hit square in the jaw but pushed Dean back roughly, not intending to take another for the sake of his brother unless the situation really called for it. Dean landed on his back on the motel floor, but didn't stay there long before rising to his feet, lunging at Sam hoping to land another hit. It would have escalated into an all out brawl if there hadn't been a knock on the door.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks. Who would it be this late at night? He looked at Sam before grabbing the holy water that had been resting on the bedside table. They both approached the door carefully. Sam looked through the peephole, only to see a hooded figure that was rocking from one foot to the other, casually waiting for the door to open before impatiently rapping on the door once again, starting to believe that the boys weren't home. Sam put a hand on the doorknob and looked at Dean before opening the door a crack.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Sam asked, holding the water at his side.

"Can I come in? Look, I know you guys. Sam and Dean Winchester. You know me too, but we aren't exactly on good terms, but I have some really important information that you would be really interested in. Could I come in please?"

"You didn't answer the question. Who are you? And what kind of information?"

The stranger sighed. "I think it's best if I come inside before I tell you. This could cause a disturbance and it's not a good idea to draw attention to ourselves."

Sam looked at Dean who shrugged. Sam opened the door the rest of the way, moving to the side in order to allow the stranger to walk inside. Sam closed the door quickly, turning to the hooded figure, waiting for an explanation.

The stranger turned and looked at the boys. "Okay, I'm going to ask that you don't move. The information I have is a lot more important than who I am. Keep that in mind." He said, holding a defensive hand out as his other hand moved towards his hood which came down slowly, revealing his grey, veiny face.

Neither brother was sure whether to be happy about the visitor or kill him on the spot. The last time that they saw each other, he had tried to kill them and Robyn.

"Paul." Sam was the first to speak. "Talk fast. You don't have much time"

Paul sighed with what sounded like relief. "I know where Robyn is. I know you guys have been looking for her and I know that she has been hoping that you would find her. Secretly, I was too…" He said, glancing around nervously, like he was expecting someone to overhear. "You guys were supposed to be the best."

Neither brother looked amused. "Just tell us where she is." Sam demanded, taking a step toward Paul, making him take a step back, and flattening himself against the wall.

"Okay, you remember the warehouse? That's where she is." Paul explained quickly.

Both Sam and Dean looked at each other like they were idiots. Why the hell hadn't they thought of that?

"But, you can't just go in there expecting to pick her up like its daycare. You have to make a choice. If you go in there, there is a huge chance that you won't make it out. He changed her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but the second he wants her to, she might turn on you. So, it's either risk death, or give up now." Paul looked genuinely sad. He was different somehow than when they had their first encounter. Something had definitely changed.

"Will you help us?" Sam asked suddenly.

"You guys are going to do it?" Paul asked, surprised.

"Robyn's not a monster. We can get her back."

Paul smiled, exposing those sharp, jagged teeth.

"Will you help us or not?" Dean asked, more forcefully.

"Yes. Of course. But if you guys fail, then my ass is dead."

"I think we can live with that." Dean said with a slight nod.

"Thanks, man…" Paul said sarcastically.

Warehouse:

"Where the hell is Paul?!" Peter shouted from another room but quickly making his way to where Robyn was being roughly awakened from only an hour of sleep.

"He said he was going for a walk." She yawned as she looked up at her father, her eyes heavy.

Her father cursed loudly which confused Robyn as she got to her feet slowly, stretching, only to be interrupted by Peter grabbing her shoulders tightly, causing her to wince.

"They are coming." He said simply.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Those fucking hunters you are so in love with!" He shouted, letting go of her with a little push, making her step back.

Robyn knew what this meant, but she had to try something else. "Alright, let's leave then. I still need more training." There was desperation in her voice.

"No. You're ready. You can kill a couple humans easy. I'll take care of your brother."

This caught her off guard. "What? What are you going to do to him?"

"Kill him! He's the one who's bringing them here!"

It felt like the world was falling apart. "But, he's your son! You can't kill him!"

"He's a traitor. He deserves to die."

She shook her head. "I don't want you to do that. I don't want to do this at all." She said, her voice cracking which only made her father even angrier.

"What are you about to cry for?! Do you want me to abandon you just like everyone else?! Why do you think Paul's bringing them here? So they can take you back? Why the hell would they do that if they let you go in the first place? They want to kill you and me! Is that really what you want?"

Robyn believed him, but somewhere inside she knew she shouldn't. "Okay…" She said in almost a whisper. "I'll take care of them…"

"Good." Peter said gruffly. "At least you aren't completely useless." He walked away to where he knew Paul would be.

Robyn forced herself to stand tall even though she just wanted to curl up and sleep and maybe one day wake up to realize this all was a sick dream. But then she heard the noises outside and she let out a quick pitiful sound of pain and sadness, knowing it was time.

Outside:

"Okay. You two go in this side… I'll go around." Paul ordered quickly as he began to run off.

"Wait just a damn second." Dean said as quietly as he could without yelling. "How do we know this isn't a trap?"

"Leave if you want to…" Paul said sadly. "But I'm going in either way. If you want to get Robyn then do it. But if you don't, for the love of God don't let her see you. That would kill her." He continued running to his side of the building.

"What do you think?" Dean asked, turning to Sam.

Sam sighed. "We have to get her back." He said it like there wasn't another option at all. Dean agreed.

"Alright. Well, let's go."

They waited until they heard Paul's signal which was just a regular old whistle. They weren't very creative in that department. But nonetheless Dean smashed the window with the butt of his Smith & Wesson which he knew wouldn't end up helping too much, but it might slow a few things down. Both Sam and Dean climbed through the busted window. Once they were inside, they saw Robyn immediately. They wished they hadn't.

She stood there, her teeth razor sharp, the whites of her eyes glowing green and silver markings covering her body. Just like she had been the night she broke that boy's arm. She stared at them and they stared back. Nobody moved.

"I'm so sorry…" Dean said softly, the pain in his voice vibrated throughout the room.

Robyn continued to just look at them. It looked like she had control of herself. Right now at least. She finally opened her mouth to speak.

"You're too late…"