***A/N*** This episode ended up being a bit shorter than the others, I've been busy working on bigger projects and working towards a deadline. But I made my deadline! This episode is inspired by the Pendle witch trials of 1612 and I highly recommend looking more into that. They are one of the best recorded witch trials of the 17th century. ***

Maxus is standing in the throne room of Hell, hands in his pockets, looking at the throne. He is dressed casually in dark jeans and a plain gray shirt. The beautiful blonde demon walks up behind him, he hears her approach and turns and looks at her.

"Valerie," he smiled. "... I'm thinking about doing some remodeling in here." He turned his attention back to the throne and furrowed his brow. The demon Valerie draped an arm on his shoulder and gently stroked his arm with her other hand.

"Do you think you'll have time for that?" She asked.

"I'll squeeze it in my agenda somewhere. It's so drab in here. Crowley had no class.," he smirked. "What have you found out?"

"There's a coven in the Czech Republic that's worth looking into. We believe there's at least one Natural, but this coven has a strong presence in the northern part of the country, so either way you have potential recruits."

"Hmm... That's good. It's probably been over 200 hundred years since I've been there..."

"You should come with us then," she smiled. Maxus sighed and turned, pulling her closer to him.

"We could stop in Prague... Spend a few nights there. I've got some time to kill," He gave her a crooked smile. She ran her hands up his chest and linked them behind his neck.

"Sounds romantic," she whispered, leaning closer to him and closing her eyes.

"Ahem." Someone behind them cleared their throat. They looked up to see Caleb standing awkwardly at the entrance of the throne room. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his face red.

Maxus gave him a small smile, but looked disappointed. "Did you find anything?" He asked.

"There was a report that someone was entering the bar soon after Mallory left. Some man in a trench coat?"

Maxus beamed. "Castiel. A perfect choice to watch the blade. Let's work on summoning him, shall we?"

"Absolutely, sir." Caleb said eagerly.

"Once you have everything ready to summon him, just call me. In the meantime, I'll be in Europe."

"You found more witches?"

Valerie nodded. "A whole coven of potentials."

"Oh Caleb," Maxus said. "I want you to send some demons to watch the Bunker in Kansas. I just want to keep tabs on the Winchesters and Crowley at the moment as well."

"Of course, sir."

(Scene Change) Dean and Crowley are in the Impala, driving down the road. Crowley is looking out the window, then turns and looks at Dean with a confused look on his face.

"Explain to me again why we're doing this?" He asked Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes. "We're just going on a little trip that's all."

"But you're afraid that insane woman might hunt you down?"

"She's not insane," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Agree to disagree. Why are you giving me the blade then?"

"If she happens to find me, I want you to take off with it. Go camp out somewhere."

"But I don't like camping."

"I don't mean actual camping... I mean, just lay low for a while."

"Where am I supposed to go? I lost my memory, you blithering idiot," Crowley huffed. Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"I don't care where you go, just don't tell me any of your plans."

"... This plan doesn't seem very well thought out."

"Look," Dean said, glancing at him. "This is our best option, right now. Until Mallory gets into contact with us again and we know she's safe, we're just gonna do this."

Crowley folded his arms and pouted. "Then where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it," Dean said, turning on the radio and ignoring Crowley's dirty looks.

(scene change) **1612** Maxus is standing in the middle of a crowd, in a courtyard of a castle. In front of the crowd are gallows with eight people with their heads covered with cloth standing before the gallows. Their hands are shackled and their clothes dirty. A man stands before the gallows, reading their names out.

"... Accused of the act of witchcraft..." The man's voice droned. From the middle of the crowd, Maxus stood with his arms crossed, scanning the crowd slowly. "... Anne Whittle, Ann Redfearn, Elizabeth Device..." The man continued. Maxus turned and began to walk away.

At the edge of the crowd, Maxus stopped and looked back. The first four people now stood on the gallows, the nooses around their necks. The executioner pulled the lever and the four people fell through to their deaths. Maxus watched for a moment, watching them struggle until their bodies hung limp. Maxus tipped his hat down further, and continued on his way.

At the edge of the courtyard stood a young girl accompanied by a brown dog. Maxus noticed the girl and approached her.

Once he got close, the girl looked at him and her eyes grew wide.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"My name is Maxus," he smiled warmly. "What is you name?"

The girl looked away from him and pet the dog's head.

"May I pet him?" Maxus asked. The girl nodded and Maxus squatted down, petting the dog's ears.

"He seems like a good Familiar," Maxus said, eyes fixed on the girl. She gasped and backed away from Maxus slowly. The dog backed away and growled at him. Maxus only chuckled and stood up.

"I'm not here to hurt you. You're gifted... You and I have that in common. "

"What do you mean?"

"You noticed me just as I noticed you. You know there is something special about me. I spotted that about you... You're not like the people that are being hung right now, are you? You were born with a gift. With the ability to do incredible things... You're called a Natural; a witch born with supernatural powers. You're the most powerful type of witch."

The girl moved a bit closer to him. "You were able to tell?"

Maxus grinned and bent down to where he was eye level with her. "Will you tell me your name now?"

"Jennet Device," She said quietly.

"Ah..." Maxus looked over to the gallows, then back to Jennet. "You testified against your mother and brother." Jennet nodded slightly, her expression darkened.

"They were frauds."

"Did they know about your powers?"

"No."

" You have a lot of potential that should not be wasted. It's a shame that you cannot be appreciated in this world. Powers like yours should be celebrated, not punished. What will you do now that your family is dead?"

Jennet's eyes drifted to the gallows. "I don't know."

"May I propose a suggestion?"

"What would that be?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm looking for an item of great importance. It's rumored to be in a land far away from here, and I need it to help me find someone very dear to me. Would you like to help me find this item?"

Jennet looked down at her dog, then to Maxus. "What is this item?"

"It's a blade and with the right power, it can do incredible things."

"... and who is it that you're looking for?"

Maxus smiled. "My sister."

"Is she... like you?"

"She is."

"What are you?" She asked in a whisper.

Maxus' eyes flickered black with an white iris. "Someone who can give you even more power," he grinned.

(scene change) Dean and Crowley are in a dingy motel room. Crowley is sitting on the bed, holding the blade. He turns it in his hands slowly, worry etched on his face. Dean is sitting at the table, going through his phone, looking through his messages. He sees nothing new from Sam or Cas. He sighs, gets up from the table and cracks open a car of beer from the fridge. He presses a number on the phone, sending it to speed dial.

"Hey Sammy," he said. "Have you heard anything?" There was a moment of silence, then, "Yeah me neither. I hope everything is okay... Yeah Crowley is fine. We're at the motel, but I won't call you again after this, just to be safe. Unless it's an emergency... Okay, Yeah." Dean ended the call and put the phone in his pocket, then took a drink.

(scene change) Cas is standing in the middle of an angel summoning sigil, glaring at Caleb and Maxus standing away at a safe distance. Maxus has his hands in his pocket, looking at Cas smugly.

"Maxus..." Cas said flatly. "What do you want?"

"What? I can't just hang out with family?" He asked with feigned innocence.

"You've never felt the need before."

Maxus chuckled. "You know why I brought you here," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "I know you were in Massachusetts. You were there right after Mallory slaughtered everyone in my bar... people pay good money there, and she made quite the mess. I don't know how I'm going to get those blood stains out..."

"I just went there to see how she was doing-"

"Yeah, yeah I get that," Maxus said, waving his hand. "I'm talking about her giving the blade to you."

"I don't have it."

Maxus narrowed his eyes. "I see..." He stepped towards Cas and into the sigil. Cas looked at him in surprise and attempted to back away, but Maxus' power froze him in place. Maxus raised two fingers to his forehead and his eyes glowed with power. After a moment, he released his hold on Cas and his eyes returned to their normal color.

"You gave it to that idiot?" Maxus laughed. "Oh, hopefully Crowley doesn't accidently stab himself with the thing!" He put his hands back in his pockets and turned to Caleb. "Alright, you can let him go."

"Wait," Cas said, holding an arm out. "That's all you wanted?"

Maxus shrugged. "I never wanted the blade for myself."

"Then why do you want to know where it is?"

"If it was that easy for me to find, what makes you guys think you can keep it hidden from Mallory? She's the one who has the bloodlust from it. She may be trying to avoid it now, but soon she'll break... and when she does, I'd be concerned about those in the same room as her and that blade..."

"Mallory gave me the blade because she trusted us to keep it away from her. She wouldn't break so easily."

Maxus stepped closer to Cas, his expression calm and unsettling. "... What makes you think you and the Winchesters are anything beyond just more casualties?"

Cas regarded him with a heated glare, but said nothing. Maxus snapped his fingers and Cas disappeared.

(scene change) A small graveyard sits in a small grove. It's raining heavily and a woman holding an umbrella approaches the headstones. The woman moves her umbrella up, and it's revealed to be Mallory. She walks up to one headstone and wipes moss that has gathered on it.

The headstone is unmarked, but Mallory places her hand on it tenderly and sighs.

"It's been awhile..." She said softly and shook her head. "... I don't know how much longer I can keep this up." She kisses her hand and puts it back on the headstone. "Tu me manques."