The little girl giggled softly, and Sam and Dean's souls floated around her head. She then took the both of them, and they floated slightly above her hand.

"That's right," she said. "I'm that cousin whom everyone in our family was worried about. The one who was 'destined for evil' or whatever."

"Bring them back," Spencer said, shakily. "Right now."

"Oh come on," she said. "When was the last time we got to talk? You know, just the two of us?"

"Jenna," Spencer began. "Please."

"Just listen for a sec, okay?" Jenna barked. "Aren't you, in the least bit interested, about how I became what I am?"

"Kind of."

She smirked, and let the souls rest back above her shoulders.

"I'm like you. Except, well, the opposite. We were both the children of an angel and a human. We were both given the same abilities, though I found a more…resourceful way to use mine."

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked, nervously.

"We were meant to be 'bringers of life', and that's still true for me, but not so much. I can take the life out of one person, and place it in the corpse of another. So it's like revival, except I have to kill someone to do it."

Spencer didn't appear surprised, because he knew something like this was going to happen. He had heard all the stories his dad would tell. He would warn him that they might have to kill her. Spencer, however, never assumed it would be this bad.

"Why did you do this?" he asked. "Why did you take that path? Don't you know how wrong that is?"

"Do you think I care?" she asked, laughing. "This power is great! I don't even have to put their life in a whole corpse! I can place it into just a single body part, and it will regenerate the rest of their body."

"So is that what you did to your mother?" Spencer asked. "Did you try to bring her back?"

"Why yes, I did indeed. When I realized the people resembled hostile zombies after bringing them to life, I lost it. I had no more family, so I ran away. I joined the angels, hoping they'd teach me more. When they realized how much of an abomination I was, they told me to leave. But there was one in particular who didn't seem to want to let me go…"

"Who?"

"You know her. She's your mother. Anna."

Spencer shuddered, and looked at her with confusion and disbelief.

"You've been working with her?"

"Sure, if that's how you want to describe it. She needed help tracking you. Since you were hidden by the angels, she needed help tracking you so we could recruit you. Spencer, we have a…connection, in a way. Since we're both inhuman, and we're connected by blood, I can track you. Sure, it takes more out of me now since you're cloaked, but she couldn't do it herself. She said she needed Sam dead, and quite honestly, if Sam was dead, it would be easier to get you on our side."

"I've heard enough," Spencer said, harshly. "Bring Sam and Dean back, now."

"Fine. Just be warned, Spencer. I'm not going to die so easily. And whether or not you want to kill one of your own family members, chances are, you'll have to."

With a wave of her hand, she sent the life-forces back into their respective bodies, and she disappeared before they could come to. The woke up abruptly with a gasp, as if they were having trouble breathing, and started taking quick and heavy breaths.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, turning to Spencer.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, gently pushing Spencer's hair back.

"Yeah," Spencer said. "She…killed you guys."

Spencer gave them the whole story. He told them about her powers and how she was helping Anna locate them. He told them about how she was also half angel, and that she, instead, used her powers for evil rather than good.

"So we have to gank that scary little girl, then?" Dean asked.

"Most likely," Spencer replied. "I don't want to, but I don't think there's any way we can get her to see things our way."

"Did she mention who here father was at all?" Sam asked.

"No. I imagine it was a fairly powerful angel, especially if she can control people's life forces.

"Awesome," Dean said, sarcastically. "This is just awesome. We're already worrying about Anna and Lucifer trying to kill us, but now we gotta worry about this evil little girl. We have enough on our plates."

Castiel appeared in front of them, making all three of them jump a bit.

"Damn it," Dean said. "I am getting sick of people popping in here."

"I sensed that something was wrong, but something wasn't letting me in. Is everything okay?" He asked.

"We're fine now," Spencer said. "My…cousin, paid us a visit."

"I know who you're speaking of. I was the one who warned her mother about her child."

"And she didn't even listen?"

"I'm sure whoever got her pregnant warned her that I would be coming. She didn't believe a word I said."

"Not that I don't love having you around," Dean said. "But can I get some damn sleep? Dying makes a man kind of cranky."

"Fair enough." Castiel disappeared.

"He's not good at saying goodbye, is he?" Spencer asked, chuckling.

"Not the best," Sam said. "Let's get back to bed. I'm with Dean on this one."

They all made themselves comfortable again, trying to go back to sleep. After just a few hours of sleep, they all woke up again, and decided to just take it easy during the day. Sam spent time on his laptop looking for any cases around the area, and Spencer and Dean played some of the most intense games of the card game "Speed". They seemed as if they got addicted to the game, and they played more and more rounds of it until about three hours had passed. Their stomachs are what interrupted them, and they decided to eat at a local diner, just to get some difference in scenery rather than staying in the room the whole time.

When they got back, they assumed their original positions, except Dean and Spencer changed the game of choice to Blackjack. Sam got bored of looking at a computer screen after a while, and joined in on their game. Dean won most of the games, and Spencer came in a close tie with Sam. They continued playing for another few hours, and when they were finally tired of playing cards, they all laid down on their beds, simply chatting with each other to pass the time.

"Why can't every day be like this?" Dean asked. "Well, aside from the fact that I don't have a beautiful chick next to me."

"Because our lives suck," Sam said. "Forever hunters, you know?"

"What a terrible life."

"One day, you guys can be done, right?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah," Sam said. "When we're dead."

"The hunter life is more of a lifestyle than a job, Spence," Dean said. "It's not so easy to just quit."

"I guess that's true…it seems like there will always be some sort of supernatural evil to fight."

"There's just an infinite amount of horrors out there," Dean said. "We can't quit. We know what happens if you try."

"What happens?"

"It comes back to haunt you. That's how our mom died. She wanted a normal life, so she made a deal with a demon. After Sammy was six months old, he would perform some demon ritual on him, and she was supposed to just let it happen. Of course, she couldn't just leave her son in there with a demon, so she tried, and he killed her."

"Wow," Spencer said. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Sam said, now holding hands with Spencer. "It was a terrible loss, but it was also a lesson for us."

Spencer nodded, and Sam smiled at him, giving him a gentle kiss.

They lounged around the room until nightfall, in which they all started to fall asleep…except Sam. He slowly got out of bed after hearing the slightest of knocks at the door. He got up, slid his jacket on, and opened the door slightly to see Ruby standing at the door.

"I'll be out in a second," he whispered.

"Would you hurry?" she said, loudly. "I don't like when people keep me waiting."

"Shh!" Sam exclaimed. "Don't wake them up."

"Sam?" Dean asked, groggily.

Sam turned around, and Ruby peered into their room. Once Dean saw her, his face looked furious.

"Are you fuckin' serious?" He whispered, trying not to wake Spencer.

"What's going on?" Spencer asked, still tired, and rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"And you were worried about me being loud," Ruby said. "I'll be waiting in the car." She walked away from the entrance and walked into her car. Sam closed the door, facing Dean and Spencer, who was now out of his bed, still rubbing his tired eyes.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Dean asked. "If you're doing what I think you're doing…"

Sam stayed quiet, knowing he couldn't get out of this one.

"Sam?" Spencer said, innocently. "You're not gonna go with her, are you?"

"I…" Sam said, trying to think as he spoke. Dean was borderline glaring at him, and Spencer looked as if he was about to cry. It was more than obvious that Sam's decision was not approved.

"We've talked about this, Sam," Dean said. "If you go with her, I don't ever want to see you again."

"I have to, Dean," he said, desperately. "We're running out of time, and there's no other way to defeat Lucifer."

"So you're doubting your own boyfriend?" Spencer asked, disgusted. "Whatever happened to having faith in me and all that other shit you told me?"

"I do have faith in you, babe, but this is faster, and we're running out of time. I'm doing this for you, guys. I'll be protecting you, Spencer. I promised you I'd always do that."

"There are other ways, Sam," Dean said, sternly. "How can you do this again? Spencer's not ready to see you go through this, and hell, neither am I."

"Oh please, Dean. Spencer, come with me. You'll see that this isn't as bad as Dean's making it out to be.

"Sam, you're not taking him with you," Dean said.

"He's my responsibility, not yours. Come on, Spencer."

"He's our responsibility. If you haven't noticed, the two of us have bonded as well."

"Well then, let's let him decide."

Sam looked at Spencer, as if he was begging him with his eyes. Tears were rolling down Spencer's face, as he shook his head. It was obvious that he was crushed.

"Dean said you weren't the same after you drank that stuff," Spencer said. "As if you just weren't human anymore."

"Either way, I would never hurt you. So please, come with me."

"I won't. I…can't."

Sam looked hurt by his decision. He walked slowly over to Spencer, holding his hand out.

"Please?"

"He said no," Dean barked, standing in front of Spencer. "And to be honest, I think he made the right choice."

"Dean," Sam said, trying to intimidate him. "Move, or I'll move you."

"Don't you stand there and try to scare me. I'm not letting this poor kid go off with you and watch you go dark side."

Sam's fists clenched, and as if it was an instinct, he threw a punch straight at Dean's face. Dean blocked it, and tried to knee him in the stomach, but Sam backed away quickly. Sam threw another punch, Dean ducked, and managed to swing and hit Sam right on his left cheek. Sam took a bit to recover, but managed to pin Dean to the floor, and he went to town with hammering his face.

"Stop it!" Spencer screamed, and Sam immediately obeyed, looking right at Spencer. Dean shoved him off, and rested himself against his bed. Sam stood up, heading toward the door.

"If you walk out that door," Dean said, roughly, from just getting wailed on. "I don't ever want you coming back."

Sam stopped as his hand went for the knob. It was only a brief stop, and he opened the door and left the room, leaving Dean bloody and bruised, and Spencer burying his face in his hands, sobbing.