Maeve had attempted to fling herself at Rhiannon. But she didn't get very far. When she hit the edge of the circle around her it was like hitting a wall and she fell short on her face. Maeve growled in frustration as she struggled to roll onto her back. Rhiannon just laughed at the cuffed up witch.

"You might as well give up; you're so not going anywhere," Rhiannon pulled a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She closed her eyes and the air around her was speckled with stars.

"You fucking cunt! You bound me didn't you?" Maeve screeched as she finally flopped onto her back.

"Yeah, that'd be me. And I killed your buddy too. And if you don't tell me who you're working for, you'll be next."

"I'll tell you if you tell me whom you're working with," Maeve hissed at her.

"Bitch please, I do this shit by my damn self," Rhiannon chuckled through her lie.

"You're a filthy rotten liar," Maeve replied.

Rhiannon crouched down to look Maeve in the eyes, "And you're just plain old filthy and rotten. Now why don't you tell me whom you're working for? A stupid old hag like you wouldn't have thought this up all by herself.

"You don't scare me. All you hunters are just violent and impulsive vultures. You kill and kill and kill and never question," Maeve began to rant.

"I'm questioning NOW! Who the HELL hired you?" Rhiannon was getting fed up with this witch. She tugged her dagger, former resident of Maeve's leg, out of it sheath and started twirling it around her fingers.

"You think your little knife scares me?" Maeve laughed, "I have suffered pain you could never imagined."

"The knife doesn't scare you huh? Ok," Rhiannon sheathed her knife and sauntered over to her bag. She pulled a small bottle, only an ounce or two, out. It was filled with a dark, darker than blood, red liquid. "What about this? Does this scare you?"

Maeve's eyes widened, "You can't. You-You're a witch? You can't come in the circle then. You are full of shit."

Rhiannon grinned and stepped one foot inside the circle of binding potion and imprisonment stones she had made and grabbed Maeve's face.

"Oh, but I'm not honey. Now tell me who hired you? I mean really, a witch should KNOW better than to kill faeries," Rhiannon let go of her and stepped back outside the circle.

"I didn't kill a single FUCKING insect!" Maeve screamed

"No, you just made it real easy for someone else to and got paid for it. That's good enough in my book," Rhiannon uncorked the bottle in her hand.

"Why do you care so much? Since when have hunters meddled in the affairs of the Fair Folk?"

Rhiannon closed her eyes and sighed. The stars in the room were crackling with white energy. When she opened her eyes again her pupils had expanded, her entire eyes were green with gold flecks except for her slit pupils "Since I came along."

"No. You're not a faerie…" Maeve sounded shocked.

"No, not fully. But enough. Now if you don't fucking tell me who you're working," Rhiannon stopped short. She thought … no, she knew someone was upstairs. And they were going to be down here any minute. Her eyes quickly flicked back to normal.

"You better hope that's not for me bitch," Rhiannon whispered as she darted to stand behind the stairs that led down into the cellar. She crouched and waited in silence.

The cellar door opened slowly and the barrel of a very familiar gun was the first thing Rhiannon saw, followed quickly by a pair of familiar boots. Then jeans, and of course his leather jacket. Dean. Not two steps behind him was Sam. Rhiannon breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out from behind the stairs.

"You? You goddamn buffoon? She's working with you?" Maeve shrieked when she saw Sam.

"What?" Sam turned and saw Rhiannon behind him before answering Maeve, "Oh her, yeah, workin' with us."

"Damn Rhiann, nice restraint techniques," Dean commented when he realized how Maeve was cuffed. Sam and Rhiannon both gave him very weird looks.

"Ooookay, good to see you too Dean. Anyway, I was just about to figure out whom she was working for," Rhiannon rattled on.

"No you weren't bitch, I'll never tell you," Maeve spat.

"Really? Do you KNOW what's in this bottle?" Rhiannon asked waving the small glass bottle at Maeve.

"Oh you're little potion doesn't scare me. What will it do? Make me spit up my insides? Maybe my skin will start to fall off? Maybe I'll just start rotting? Do your worst. It's nothing compared to what he could do," Maeve retorted.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that. I'm a good little faerie. This is just a karmic kick back," Rhiannon began to explain but was cut off again.

"Shouldn't it be blue?" Maeve asked reflexively.

"Yes, it should be. But you see, I made this one… mm, a little stronger. So instead of the evil you've done being returned to you, all the people you've wronged… They'll find you, whether they are living or dead. And I could just force it down your throat and leave you here. I'm sure there are plenty of hunters out there that want a piece of you. Maybe some spirits. Who knows, maybe a werewolf or a shifter or two? Any vampires or demons you've wronged? Hm? That sure does sound like fun to me," Rhiannon was practically grinning from ear to ear.

Maeve's eyes were wide.

"You should make some spares of that potion," Dean chirped in.

Sam, quite frankly, was a little scared of his… was she his girlfriend? He didn't really know for sure. Either way, he was kind of scared at that moment.

"I-I-I can't, I can't. He'll kill me," Maeve stuttered.

"I'll kill you," Rhiannon whispered. She got back down on the ground very near to Maeve.

Maeve stayed silent.

"Or I'll leave you here and you can hope someone will save you, but I doubt they'll get here before karma does. I'm guessing you've done a lot of bad shit, so karma is just DYING to catch up with you," Rhiannon whispered as she grabbed Maeve's jaw.

"Faerie! He's a faerie!" Maeve gasped and Rhiannon let go of her.

"What!" All the three hunters exclaimed.

"I do not know his name, but I know… I know he is… He's insane! I don't know what he would have done to me if I did not do what he asked. He brought me leaves and had me make a tracking potion from them. He introduced me to the shifter and had me scry during the day so I could tell the shifter where these faeries would be at night," Maeve began to ramble.

"Cracks like a peanut, this one," Dean mumbled to Sam.

"More like a walnut," Sam responded and the brothers chuckled a little.

"Shut up!" Rhiannon scolded them and they both stopped laughing immediately.

Maeve looked up from the boys to Rhiannon and back. "Are we done?"

"Oh hell no, keep talking witch," Rhiannon insisted.

"He also had me making a… a … I guess it was like a masking potion, with those leaves too. It kept the shifter's energies cloaked from the faeries," Maeve continued.

"Can you sense energies too Rhiann?" Dean asked.

"No Dean, NOW SHUT UP!" She hollered back and he did, though she couldn't see it, he made a face at her when she turned back around. "And?"

"And he would come, every 3 victims or so, he would come and take the blood that we had stored. I don't know where he took it or what he did with it," Maeve was slowly relaxing.

"When is he coming back?" Rhiannon asked.

"I-I-I don't know. He would be back tonight, because we should have more blood for him, but you killed my drainer and I don't know. I just don't know. Please let me go, I am powerless against anyone. Please…" Maeve had indeed cracked like some kind of nut.

Rhiannon looked back to Sam and Dean. In all honesty, she had every intention of offing the witch; Sam and Dean didn't look so certain though.

"Where were you supposed to meet him?" Sam asked.

"He just… shows up here in all his leafy glory," Maeve muttered.

"When?" Rhiannon chimed in.

"Usually sometime around midnight or so. Please just let me go, I've learned my lesson," Maeve pleaded.

"Somehow… I don't believe you," Rhiannon grabbed Maeve's jaw and dumped the dark red potion down her throat and covered her mouth so she wouldn't spit it all back out.

When Rhiannon stood back up neither Sam or Dean knew how to feel about what transpired. On the one hand, Maeve was a witch; on the other… she really was powerless.

"So back here at midnight boys?" Rhiannon grabbed her back and started walking out, hesitantly followed by the Winchesters and the sound of Maeve's screaming.

(-)

Rhiannon chucked her bag on the table when they returned to their motel. How the hell was she supposed to gank a faerie? Anything she could get her hands on that would kill a faerie would hurt her too. Sounded like a mission for the Winchesters.

"Well boys, we're going to need some supplies," Rhiannon stated as she unloaded the contents of her bag.

"Ok. Obviously we need gold," Dean chimed in.

"Yup," Rhiannon agreed, "Squirt guns would probably be helpful too."

"What why squirt guns?" Sam asked.

"For lemon juice, silly," Rhiannon tugged a pen and paper out of her bag and made up a list for them to get, seeing as she couldn't touch most of the things on it. She set the list down on the table and got up to get herself a beer. The boys just looked at each other, exchanging those all knowing looks.

"Well one of you needs to go," She flopped down on the couch and cracked open her beer, "I can't handle most of that stuff. Sorry boys, but this mission is kind of going to be on your heads."

Dean looked from Sam to Rhiannon and back before picking up his car keys, "Well, I guess I'll just… go… Yeah. I'll be back in a few hours," He muttered awkwardly before turning and heading out the door.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself before grabbing a beer for himself and sitting next to Rhiannon. "So…are you doing alright?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?" Rhiannon sighed.

"I don't know, it's just… lately you go from happy to crying to…killing people at the drop of a hat. I just wondered if something was bothering you…" He mumbled, even though he knew something was bothering her.

"I-I'm sorry, I just…My head is a tangled mess right now. We don't have to do this if you don't want to Sam," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the couch cushion.

Sam didn't really know what to say. He knew they were both thinking about the same things. He put his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly. She ran her hands up and down his arms and kissed the backs of his hands.

"I don't want you to go Sam… I don't want to go. I want to stay with you, but I know I'll probably never see you again after tomorrow morning and and," Her voice was quavering; she was starting to go on a tangent. "And I feel so STUPID for letting myself fall for you. I knew it was going to end up like this, I knew how dumb this was but I did it anyway."

Sam kissed her cheek, "I know, this was really dumb, I guess…" Sam paused to think, "All I can do is try to make it seem like it was all worth the pain," He said, trailing kisses down her neck.

Rhiannon turned around in his lap to face him and buried her face in his chest so he wouldn't see her fighting back tears. "You are worth it… I just…" She sighed and tore herself away from him. She slammed back the rest of her beer and grabbed another one. She paused for a minute and finally smiled before sitting back down near him. "Screw this mopey shit, something this good, if it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. Right?"

Sam wasn't so sure. It sounded like a weak reason to have hope, in his experience the things that make you the happiest are the things you only get once. But for today, it was ok to try and be happy. "I hope so hun," He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into him.

(-)

When Dean returned, from Wal-Mart, no less, Sam and Rhiannon were asleep on the couch. He wasn't sure if they were dressed or not under the blanket, "HEY! GUYS! GET UP!" Dean hollered.

Sam shot up, nope, no shirt for Sam. "What, what the hell?" He was confused and a little frantic.

Rhiannon however just grumble and snuggled up closer to Sam, displaying no interest in actually getting up.

"Come on guys, we have to get ready, it's getting late," Dean grumbled and tossed his haul onto the table.

"You guys got this, I'll stay here," Rhiannon yawned and rolled over, burying herself in the couch while Sam got up and put his shirt back on.

"Come on Rhi, up up," Sammy patted her leg and she started kicking.

"Sleeeeeeep," She groaned.

"Dude, get up or I'm squirting you," Dean sighed as he filled a squirt gun with lemon juice.

"Wow that was beyond vaguely dirty," Rhiannon cackled at him as she rolled off the couch; Dean was thankful that she was fully clothed. "I don't see why I have to go, I can't do much against a damn faerie."

"Because you know more about these things than we do. And besides, he'll be more inclined to trust you, right?" Sam said, unsure if he was asking her or telling her.

Rhiannon just shrugged, "I suppose, since I've got a somewhat Fair energy."

"And besides, I had a great idea while I was out," Dean had that self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Are you sure? If any part of this idea involves pie…" Rhiannon started.

"No, no pie. But there was fire involved," Dean's smile widened as he said this.

"Was?" Sam asked.

"Well I figured I'd uh, give you two some time, so…." Dean set a case down on the table where they could both see it. The gun case creaked as it opened.

"Gold rounds?" Rhiannon's eyes popped.

"Yeah, I mean we melt down silver all the time, why not gold?" Dean stated.

"Because gold is soft and mushy…" Rhiannon grumbled.

"Hey! It's worth a shot!" Dean said defensively.

"So how much did you rack up on all this?" Sam asked as he loaded his own set of anti-faerie guns.

Dean snorted, yes he actually snorted, as he test fired his lemon gun at the floor, "Couple hundred for the gold. Luckily we'll never see the bill."

"What? How?" Rhiannon asked.

"Credit cards. They'll give just about anyone a platinum American Express card," Dean grinned.

"Really? Credit card fraud huh? I just hustle people at bars…" Rhiannon trailed off.

"Sammy, you nabbed yourself a hustler," Dean nudged his brother as he loaded his gun with the gold rounds.

"Oh it's just poker really. Sometimes I bet on sports too…Or I''swallet," Rhiannon mumbled quickly, strapping a dagger to her thigh. Dean instinctively checked his pocket, finding his wallet.

"You boys ready or what?" Rhiannon asked. She had slid a long sleeve cropped leather jacket over her tank top. She tucked her tight black pants into her knee high boots before putting her gloves on. She had done her best to cover every inch of skin, shy of wearing a ski mask, which she was debating. She had a few knives carefully strapped to her and her desert eagle was holstered on her hip. Incognito was not on her agenda for the evening.

"To go kill a faerie?" Dean asked. "Yeah, I'm totally ready for that," His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he shot lemon juice into the air.