Weeks passed and as Dean adjusted to fatherhood Sam and Bobby began searching for demonic signs that the demon that escaped or any other demon was active. They didn't think the demon that had run would dare attack them but they were sure she'd pop up on the grid again eventually. Demons couldn't resist swashing human life for too long.

Keeping an eye on local and national news, Sam and Bobby learned of a couple of deaths that seemed to be of demonic origin. It wasn't that far away either, being in Williston, North Dakota.

"When do we leave?" Dean inquired when they told him about it in the Library.

Bobby frowned. "You want to come?"

"Yeah, of course," Dean replied.

"What about Matthew?" Sam questioned.

Dean gave a sidelong glance at Amanda, who was sitting on the couch.

"You want me to look after him?" Amanda asked, pointing to her chest.

"This is important," Dean told her. "I can hardly remember my last hunt, and it's been nearly two months since Matthew was born."

Amanda sighed. "Alright. Of course I'll take care of Matthew while you're away. But as soon as you get the demon you guys have to come back. I have responsibilities too, to the hunter community."

"We will," Dean promised.

"Guess if you're going I'll stay behind and keep an eye on things," Bobby said. "Jodie's been wanting to visit anyways."

Dean smiled. "Okay, then."

"I'm going to go pack up," Sam announced. "Out by twelve?"

Dean nodded. "Sounds good."

Sam stood and headed for the stairs and Dean wasn't far behind him. Amanda followed Dean into their bedroom.

After he'd packed up Dean walked over to the crib and looked down at Matthew, who was in a deep sleep, having just been put down to sleep fifteen minutes before. He hadn't yet slept through a whole night, but there was some progress, and every little noise didn't wake him up anymore.

Dean touched Matthew's tiny left hand and it flexed slightly, but Matthew didn't wake.

"I'll be back before you know it, squirt," Dean murmured.

He glanced over at Amanda and she smiled. "I won't let him out of my sights," she assured him.

Dean nodded and walked over to the bed to grab his bag before heading towards Amanda and the door. Just before the doorway Dean stopped to kiss Amanda, then left.

Dean and Sam found the demon the second night away from Bobby's house, in an apartment, right after she'd killed her fourth victim of the week. In fact, they saw the body drop.

Hearing them, the demon spun around to face them when they entered the room.

She froze for a second, actually appeared fearful, before her demonic sarcasm came flowing through. "Sam and Dean Winchester, nice to see you're both back into the hunting scene. For a while I thought you'd given up the life."

"Once a hunter, always a hunter," Dean told her. "You're actually the first hunt I've had for almost a year."

"I feel so special," the demon hissed.

She then attacked, knocking Dean to the ground before fighting Sam, who held the demon knife. She threw him quickly against the wall, but Dean was behind her, wrapping him arm around her neck and choking her. He pulled her away from Sam, but she got away.

Eyeing both brothers as Sam took a couple lumbering steps up to his brother's side, the demon looked furious and crazy-eyed, but also nervous.

"You going to run again, bitch?" Dean questioned her.

"I'm not the coward you think I am," she yelled.

"Prove it," Dean taunted her.

The demon released a high-pitched scream of anger and charged him. He fought her as Sam searched for the knife on the ground. Finding it, Sam picked it up.

Dean and Sam pressed forward, making the demon back towards the corner of the living room, until suddenly she couldn't move anymore. She immediately looked up and saw that there was a Devil's Trap that had been drawn on the ceiling.

"Didn't think we were expecting you, did you?" Dean smirked.

"We figured out your pattern of kills," Sam said. "All college students in there early twenties. Worked at the same store that was located in a dark corner street. You followed them home. And the woman you are possessing now is the manager."

"You're good," the demon told them. "But this isn't over. I will eventually get out. And when I do, I'll go after your son. Matthew is it?"

Dean gritted his teeth. "Sam."

Sam nodded and exorcised the demon. He then checked for a pulse on the girl's body she'd been possessing. The woman's green eyes flew open.

They darted back and forth, falling on Sam. "Is she gone?" she inquired. "Please tell me she's gone! Oh my God, those kids she killed."

She sobbed.

"What's your name?" Sam asked.

"It's Lillian Elswood," the woman gasped. "Lilly for short."

She put her hand to her forehead, pushing her dark bang up.

"Lilly, hey, it's okay," Sam said putting one hand on her upper arm. "We're going to take you home."

She nodded and quietly followed him and Dean to the Impala.

Bringing Lilly home as planned didn't happen. When they neared her house they saw that the police were in it. They'd must have figured out which face belonged to the killer of the college students and there had been enough evidence they'd gotten a warrant.

"Damn it," Dean swore.

Lilly wouldn't be able to go home. The police would arrest her, and with all the evidence that could have been found at the crime scenes, she'd most likely be convicted of the crimes the demon committed.

"What now?" Lilly questioned, her voice giving away how hard she was trying not to panic.

"We're going to have to get you a new life," Dean answered her as he drove past her house. "Social security, credit cards, driver's license, but the legal kind. You're going to have to lay low for a while."

"How are you going to get that?" she asked.

"The legal kind's a lot harder than the illegal kind to get when you don't want your identity to be discovered," Dean told her. "But we have a friend that may be able to help. His girlfriend's a sheriff."

He and Sam shared a look and Dean stepped on the gas.

A/N: One more chapter left.