It was starting to get dark by the time Sam pulled up alongside the house, immediately noticing the car; the same car that was in the security tape. He drove the impala up the street a little, out of eye shot of the house, and parked.

He came down and peaked around the bushes towards the home. The lights were on inside, curtains were open so he could see the same woman he had seen in the security tape helping Dean. He watched her pace back and forth in front of the window. She looked mad... Her mouth was moving, quick paced, talking to someone but Sam couldn't see anyone else in the room...

Not even Dean.

Sam had to reassure himself that it was safe before walking up to the front door. He didn't know this woman, but it was obvious that she was an old friend from what Sam saw on the tape. He knocked twice, briskly, and waited; shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and blew out a small cloud of air into the cold.

The door swung open and the woman before him froze, staring at him for a moment. Her red hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail but loose strands hung down, framing her attractive face. Her green eyes were piercing and Sam had no doubt that she wouldn't put up with any crap.

Definitely knows Dean

She blinked. "What do you want?" She asked, rather bluntly, but there was an edge to her voice as if Sam was keeping her from something really important.

Sam thought quickly, debating if he should tell her who he really is or just let it all out. With a quick glance over her shoulder, it seemed as if the house was empty.

"Uh, hi, my name is Sam Winchester..."

Sam was nearly ready to catch her eyes as they bulged.

"S-S-Sam?!" She exclaimed. Sam frowned.

"...yes..."

She knows me...Dean probably told her about me

She hesitated, checking behind Sam with cautious eyes before stepping aside, ushering him in.

Sam stepped in, once again, sweeping the room with his eyes before turning to her, who was closing the door.

"...Where's Dean?" Sam asked, or more demanded. He knew she knew his brother, there was no reason to beat around the bush.

She turned to him. "..uh..I dunno." She turned away quickly, walking into living room and then to the kitchen. Sam followed her but stopped in the living room.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? He's here, isn't he? This is his duffel bag." He motioned towards the forgotten bag, still sitting on the floor by the couch.

The woman was quiet, her back to Sam.

"S-Sam, I'm sorry...I don't-....know..."

Sam frowned. "...why?"

She turned around to look at him.

"I'm sorry.....we got into an argument and...I told him to get out of my car and I-"

"You left him?!"

"...yea.." She swallowed.

"...on the street....alone...and blind...?" Sam said, slowly, with disbelief.

She nodded.

"I didn't mean to, it was only for like 15 minutes. I turned back around as soon as I realized what I did but...he was gone. I've been trying his cell for hours but all I get is voice mail!"

"Well did you look around the area? For any clues of where he is?" Sam asked quickly. He could feel panic rising in him now. It wouldn't have been as scary before if Dean could see, but like this....he was totally helpless.

"I did, I did! There's nothing!"

"What about any nearby motels? Restaurants? Bars?" She shook his head to every suggestion he gave.

"I checked everywhere, Sam." She said. Sam could see his own panic reflecting from hers. "I think..."

"...what?"

"...the witches."

Dean sniffed once and scrunched up his nose.

"Oh, lady, please...take a shower." He said, disgusted at the smell that reached his nose.

"It's called a stink horn, idiot, it's a type of fungi." Came a sharp woman's voice.

"Yea, well, what's the difference." Dean remarked. His head suddenly snapped to the side when she slapped him.

"Kristie!" Came another woman's voice. "Enough of that! We're not supposed to hurt him, remember? Not yet, anyway."

"Well, he deserved it." Kristie growled.

"Doesn't matter! We can't afford to anger Denielle again."

"That wasn't my fault! It was Katie who messed up and lead the stupid hunter to us."

Dean's ears perked up.

"Whoa, wait, what?" Dean asked. "Katie? She's the one who blinded me?"

"Yes." Kristie said. "But if I were her, I would have cut out your tongue too."

"...so you all are...Celtic witches?"

There were a few moments of silence.

"How'd you know that?" The other woman's voice asked.

Dean groaned, leaning his head back for a moment. Traci is never gonna let this go.

"How'd you know that?" Kristie pushed again.

"Kristie."

"Annie!"

"Girls!" Came another woman's voice. "Enough already, what are we? Kids?"

"Jenny!" Both women said at the same time.

"Did you get the stuff?"

"I did. Is this him?"

Dean clenched his teeth as he heard her walk closer, her heals clipping against the ground like a horse. He was alarmed when he felt her breath on his face and immediately leaned back, as far as he could in the chair he was tied to.

"...pretty cute, aren't yea?" She finally said with a small giggle.

"Yea, that's what the ladies usually say." Dean remarked back, relieved when he heard her walk away.

"What are we supposed to do with the hunter?" She asked.

"We don't know yet," Annie answered. "We're supposed to wait till we hear word from....Denielle." Dean noted the hesitation in her voice.

"...Denielle?...I see." Jenny said slowly. "And what does Denielle want with the hunter? Surely he has nothing to do with the ritual..."

"No no, she's got other plans for him..."