Swallowing hard as he gets out of the Impala, Sam eyes the familiar looking storefront window with a massive amount of trepidation. He has a good idea of what he's going to find inside the store and he's nervous to say the least, but at the same time his anger for what the gypsy has done to Lizzy is coursing through him.

Sam pops the Impala's trunk and pulls out a handgun. He left his usual Taurus back in the weapons duffel on the floor of the motel in his haste to check out their only lead so he uses a backup. Once it's stashed behind his back, he doesn't give himself the time to have second thoughts. He walks right up to the front door, pulls it open, and steps inside.

Looking around swiftly, Sam is taken completely off guard. The place is nothing like the Wyoming store and nothing at all like he expected. This store is clean and the shelves are well stocked. The lights are on, the colors are bright, and the whole place has a welcoming vibe. There's still a table for readings in the corner but it's new, not splintered and falling apart. And to top it all off, the entire store is offending-odor free.

"Hello!" he hears a cheery voice greet and Sam turns to the back counter to see a beautiful woman standing there looking back at him. She has to be no more than a few years older than he is and she's showing him a bright white smile on her painted red lips. Her hair is jet black and long, the waves in it cascading down past her shoulders, and her dark, inviting eyes are lined perfectly with black eyeliner. "Come on in!" she waves him over and the several gold bangles on her wrist jingling loudly with the gesture.

"Uh, hi. Um," Sam says with a mix of shock and awe as he walks towards her. He certainly wasn't prepared to be greeted warmly by a quite attractive woman in a much updated store so he's a bit flustered.

"What can I help you with?" she asks once he reaches the back counter, the woman leaning over the counter with her elbows on the surface. She looking at him warmly, probably excited just to see a customer.

"I, uh," Sam shakes his head to clear his clouded and confused thoughts. "Sorry, hi. I'm looking for someone."

"Was it me?" she smiles wider up to him jokingly.

"Well, no," Sam stutters through, letting how pretty she is get to him a little. "Ah, this place is nice." Looking around the store once more, he realizes how true that statement is. This store is inviting, unlike most occult places he's been to.

"Oh, you know," the woman waves her hand through the air while standing up tall. "Just trying to change the western world's view of gypsies one customer at a time. It's no big deal."

Sam awkwardly huff a laugh. "I'm, um, looking for an older woman. She's much older than you."

"Ok, what's her name?"

"Actually, I don't know," Sam answers, realizing for the first time that they had no idea what this old woman's name was. "But she was working in a shop just like this in Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" the attractive woman echoes as her voice dips and her face drops. "Why would you be looking for her?"

"She's here, isn't she?" Sam pries with high hopes, his heart skipping now that he may be on her trail. "You know her?"

"What do you need her for?" she asks with guarded wonder and narrowed eyes. "What did she do?"

"Ah, well…" Sam starts while rubbing the back of his neck in awkward discomfort. "She might have had an interaction with a close friend of mine."

"What kind of interaction?" the young woman asks, suddenly looking much less surprised and crossing her arms over her chest.

"A cursing kind of interaction," Sam admits hesitantly.

"Rahat!" she exclaims in a different language in a way that makes Sam fairly sure it was a swear. "So you know about things such as curses?"

"Oh, I know a lot about a lot of things." The way he says it lets her know he isn't exaggerating in the least.

"Just as I thought," she tells him without a hint of shock. "We call your kind urmaritor a raului."

"My kind?" Sam says with a half-smile after she so easily sees through him.

"Yes. Pursuers of evil. Or, to the layman, hunters."

"I'm that transparent, huh?" Sam questions with a small smile still on his face as she's amusing him very much.

"Gun behind your back, holes in your jacket, questioning and businesslike demeanor… you might as well be a window," she laughs. "Is your friend with you?"

"Back at our motel."

"Why did she curse you're friend?" she asks while walking into the back room and disappearing from sight.

"We aren't sure," Sam elevates his voice so she can hear him as he stays by the counter. "She just kinda did it."

"That doesn't make sense," she answer's back. "She would never put any kind of curse on anyone without good reason."

"You know her well I take it?" Sam wonders.

"Of course," the woman adds while walking back into the front room of the store, a large burlap bag in her hand along with her purse slung over her shoulder. "She's my grandmother. She arrived yesterday without explanation so I figured something was up."

"Guess I came to the right place then," Sam smiles to her, so happy to finally have someone possibly helpful on their side.

"That you did," she says with a smile as she extends her hand. "Ecaterina. Call me Rina."

"Sam," he smiles as he shakes her hand. "Call me Sam."

"Oh boy," Rina says while looking up at him with a worried expression once she has his hand in hers. "She really doesn't like you, does she?"

"As a matter of fact, no," Sam admits. "Why do you say that?"

"With an aura like yours, I'm not surprised," she responds while grabbing a set of keys from her purse. "Damn. I'm shocked she didn't just curse you."

"So am I," Sam adds. "She kinda hates me I think."

As soon as he says it, a glass canister containing sage bundles slides off the counter and shatters onto the floor all on its own. Rina stares wide eyed at the broken glass on the floor.

"Ok…" Rina trails off. "I'm getting a better picture of what's going on here."

"Yeah, it's been getting worse and kinda attaching itself to me and my brother too."

"Oh boy, I could kill her for this," Rina complains about her grandmother.

Sam follows as she makes her way to the front of the store, ignoring the new mess on the store's floor. He walks through the front door that Rina holds open for him. At least Rina isn't running away from him like her grandmother did. That's got to bode well for his aura to a certain degree, right? "Uh, so I'm not very welcoming? My aura, I mean?"

"No, actually," she smiles to him. "You've very welcoming. I like the sense I get from you, honestly. You just have an evil lingering over you… but you yourself are quite good. At least I think so."

"Good," Sam smiles sweetly back.

"Where are you staying?" Rina inquires as she locks the store up.

"Traveler's on route 190," Sam informs her as he takes the keys to the Impala out of his pocket.

"Swanky," Rina offhandedly remarks before turning to him. "I'll follow you there."

"Ah, I could just give you a ride," Sam offers, knowing he's already putting her out by having her do a house call. Plus, he wouldn't mind her company one bit.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Rina says to him. "I just met you. You're a stranger, a large sized one at that. I think I'll take my own car, Mr. Dark Aura."

Sam nods with a bashful smile. "Fair enough."

"What was she doing?" Dean questions as he paces the floor.

"Just looking down at me from the side of the tub," Lizzy answers, shaking out her wet hair. Once she gathered herself and put some clothes on, she came out into the main room and has been sitting on one of the beds while going over everything for Dean. "Her eyes were bright blue, like when she was reading my list of items back at her shop, and she was moving her mouth like she was trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear her."

"Are you sure she wasn't really there?" he grills her.

"Yes, I'm sure," Lizzy answers once more. "The second I came up above the water she was gone. She was never there. It was in my head or something."

Dean keeps striding around the room and staring at his phone while trying to figure out if he should call Sam… or Bobby… or Cas even. What the hell does he do in this fucked up situation?

"Re-fucking-lax," Lizzy sternly says to him after his pacing and nervous behavior becomes too much. "I know what you're worrying does to you now. I've experienced it firsthand. You're gonna give yourself a stroke, Hot Shot. Please, sit and take you're insanity down a notch so that I can too."

Reluctantly, Dean sits on the other bed and looks over to her with an apologetic look.

"Not your fault," Lizzy tells him for the millionth time.

"Stop reading me," Dean sighs, getting annoyed with her more than usual accuracy. "Damn, I hope Sam finds this evil old hag. I'm ready to murder something and I need an excuse."

As if Sam could hear him, the door of the motel opens up.

"Hey," Sam greets in a hurry as he steps aside to let his guest in.

"Did you find the bitch?" Dean blurts out with a little too much excitement as he stands immediately, hoping his brother had.

"If by bitch you mean my grandmother, maybe." Rina steps into the room with an eyebrow cocked as she stares at Dean. "Watch your mouth."

"Guys, this is Rina," Sam introduces her to his little group before pointing to them. "The rude one is my brother Dean and that's Lizzy. She's the cursed one." He shuts the door behind them as Rina sizes them up. She narrows her eyes at each of them individually, studying them much like the old gypsy did when they had first come across her. "Rina owns the local shop I found online and the woman from the Wyoming shop is her grandmother."

"Oh good," Lizzy breath out a sigh of relief while looking at Rina. "We could really use your help."

"Hmm," she grunts quickly while dropping the burlap sack at her feet. She takes a seat next to Lizzy and holds out her hand. "Can I have you hand?"

"Sure," Lizzy says as the sides of her mouth turn up just slightly. Bold. Very bold. She likes this girl.

Rina sandwiches Lizzy's hand in both of hers and closes her eyes. "Are you sure you're the cursed one?"

"Definitely," Lizzy answers with a small, hopeful smile. "Weird things are happening around me, I can feel other people's emotions like it's nothing, and I'm starting to see things. She took a charm off my bracelet and gave it back to me without my knowing so she wasn't fucking around. Also, I can't go near Dean. When I touch him I get sucked into his emotional state… or something like that."

"Sounds cursed to me," she says with a furrowed brow and still shut eyes. "But you have a beautiful aura about you."

"Sounds right," Sam smiles, assuring Rina that she's correct.

"Oh yeah," Rina vehemently continues. "You're good through and through. You're a caregiver. Your path is a bit foggy though."

"Foggy how?" Lizzy pries.

"It's a jumble right now," she explains. "There's some good, some bad, some very scary, and it's very unclear how it will go… but I get the feeling I'm not telling you anything shocking."

"Nope," Lizzy quietly answers, the subject still a sore one.

"At least you have someone you love. And maybe love isn't even a good enough word for it." Rina lifts her lids and looks right at Lizzy. "Wow, you have completely given your life, your heart, and your soul over to another person. I'm not sure if it's very brave of you or very stupid."

"Let's just say I didn't have much of a choice in the matter," Lizzy quips as a sarcastic smile spreads quickly over her face as she thinks of what she and Dean have. "Maybe it's a little of both."

Rina looks over to Dean with a curious look, a look of contemplation, before her face changes over to the brilliant smile she gave Sam when he first came into the store. "It's you, isn't it?"

"Guilty," Dean nods.

"Lucky man," Rina informs him while she stands up and walks to him. "Now let's see how lucky she is, shall we?"

Before Dean can protest, Rina has his hand gripped in hers and her eyes are closed once more. Her face drops immediately.

"Oh brother," she mutters to herself. "You are… hmm, you're something I haven't experienced before."

"I can't tell you how many times I've heard that from women before," Dean tries to joke in the tense moment, despite knowing all the horrible things she must be seeing in him.

"So you're the funny one of the group, huh?" she smiles but keeps her eyes closed. "You're world weary. You've seen far too much and your soul is older than your age tells."

Lizzy looks to Sam with wide eyes. "She's good."

"No kidding," Sam answers with shock at the woman's accuracy.

"And you love her with everything you have in you too. Your life revolves around her… and you're seriously worried about her right now," Rina keeps explaining while looking up to him. "Heck of a match you two make."

"Damn straight." Dean smirks at Lizzy quickly, not being able to stop himself.

"But you also have some darkness around you. You have pieces of you that are tarnished or demolished even. My grandmother wouldn't like you very much either."

"Either?" Dean wonders.

"She'd hate me apparently," Sam informs his brother before looking to Rina. "Our theory was that she cursed Lizzy because of us. We were the aim."

"Well, I'd say you're completely right," Rina lets go of Dean and walks back to her burlap bag on the floor. "She'd never go near Lizzy otherwise is what I am thinking. She's done this kind of thing before."

"Cursed people?" Lizzy questions.

"Cursed people in order to open their eyes," Rina tells her. "She wants you to understand something about these two."

"But I know everything about them," Lizzy says with exhaustion. "If I knew any more, I'd have to be God himself."

"That's where you're wrong," Rina rebuts while dropping the burlap onto the table in the room and opening it. "You think you do, but there's more to them than meets the eye."

"I don't know," Sam challenges in a light tone. "She's lived with us for a long while now."

"No, no," exhausts Rina as she digs thought her bag. "She knows things like what makes you upset or happy, what makes you mad, your favorite food, where you go when upset, boxers or briefs… but there is something hanging over you both."

"We might already know more than you or your grandmother realize," Dean grimaces as he looks over to Lizzy with a pained expression.

"That you have a pretty important job ahead of you?" Rina questions with spot-on accuracy. "And she'll be the one to protect you and then have to stand by and watch as you either succeed or fail?"

The silence in the room is deafening for a few seconds.

"How did you…" Sam starts but Rina cuts him off.

"I learned from the best," she says to him while taking out several items from her bag. "My grandmother is the absolute best so I'm pretty good at what I do. I can't pinpoint what exactly it is that is going to happen, but I can tell certain things." Without warning him, Rina once more takes ahold of Sam's hand. "Yeah, you're pretty involved in this too."

"They are my family and all," Sam responds with a wrinkled expression, hoping that is what she's referring to.

"Not what I mean. You're a part of whatever it is looming over them. And something is watching you… or circling you…"

"What is?"

"I don't know, but I really, really don't like the vibe I get from it." Rina lets go and warns up to him, "You better watch that cute little ass of yours. Something is hot on your tail."

Sam speechlessly watches as Rina makes her way back to the table and sets out bowls, incense and a black candle. Whether it be the warning or the compliment that shuts him up, he isn't sure.

"You have one crazy group of people here, Lizzy," Rina starts to explain over her shoulder as she works. "And I can tell that the three of you have enough on your plates as it is. You don't need this added mess. I'll take care of the curse for you, but if I do you're going to have to tread very lightly, be very careful afterwards. Something's coming and this curse won't be there to help you see it sooner."

"Thank you," Lizzy huffs, comfort running over her for the first time in days.

"But I can't do it here," Rina continues while filling a bowl with water from the bathroom sink and returning to the table. "I can try to stave it off as best I can until you come back to my shop later tonight. I can do a displacement of the curse there. You guys have salt I assume?"

"Oh yeah," Sam answers while reaching into the duffel by the motel door. "You're going to displace the curse?"

"Yes," Rina takes out a long silver chain with an amulet on it. "I can't rival Vandya's, my grandmother's, powers. She's been in the professional league for longer than I've existed. I can however take it off of Lizzy and place it onto something else."

"Not a person, though…" Lizzy worries, already having turned down the idea.

"Oh no. I'll probably use a frog or something. Unfortunately, that little guy will have to die, but no other human will have to live with this."

"Still sucks a little, but I'll take it."

"Good. Now let's get you a little protection until then," Rina winks at Lizzy as she turns back to the table in front of her. She lays the amulet down onto a red cloth with Romanian words written around the boarder of it. She grabs the candle and reaches into her pocket for her lighter, but finds she forgot one.

"Ah, here," Sam offers as he reaches into his jacket pocket for his Zippo fumbling slightly as he does. He lights it up and then lights the candle for her followed by the incense, all the while sharing a sheepish grin with her.

"Thank you," Rina smirks with a little bashfulness back before turning once more to her work. Lizzy arches an eyebrow and sends a knowing look Dean's way, though the confused look he returns with lets her know he's not picking up on what she is. He's still too concerned to notice. Lizzy shakes her head with his intensity. He's awful to himself, beating himself up over things he cannot control. This has to stop.

Reaching into the canister of salt, Rina sprinkles the amulet, the grains bouncing off the metal circle as she does. "I vor sfinti ai cu elementul de masă."

She then picks up the chain and lets the amulet hang, swinging it slowly side to side through the smoke wafting off the incense. "I vor sfinti ai cu elementul de aer."

Then holding the shining medallion in the candle's fire while reciting, "I vor sfinti ai cu elementul de Foc."

Rina lays the amulet down onto the cloth again and dips her fingers into the gold bowl of water. Letting the drops drip onto the metal as she waves her fingers over it, she says, "I vor sfinti ai cu elementul Apa."

Finally, she holds the medallion high, above her head, and looks up to the ceiling above while reciting, "Acum sunteţi consfinţită în protecţia stiind cei."

The moment she finishes speaking, every drawer, door, and cupboard in the room fly open at once while a loud bang on the far wall can be heard reverberating around the room. All flinch, but Rina, not having seen any of the strange occurrences yet, jumps quite hard with the surprise.

"Ooh boy," Rina worries as she turns to look at Lizzy. "She got you good."

"No shit," Lizzy says while rubbing her hands over her face.

"Well, wear this," Rina takes a few quick strides to her and drops the amulet around Lizzy's neck. "This will help ward off the curse for a bit until I can have everything ready."

"When can you be ready?" Dean looks over to the young gypsy hopefully.

"Tonight," Rina says as she walks back to the table and starts packing up her stuff. "If I hustle now, I think I can get everything together for midnight. Be at my store a bit before that if you can."

"Uh, if you need help, I can come," Sam suggests, thinking she could use the help preparing. "Dean can stay here and make sure Lizzy's safe and I could go grab anything we need, or like, help you set up. Whatever you need…."

Dean has to roll his eyes at Sam's transparency. Holy shit this kid is still that fifteen year old who was nervous about just talking to a girl sometimes. He looks to Lizzy to share his silent sentiment but the smile on her face lets him know she adores the moment instead of being annoyed by it. What a girl she is sometimes.

"Yeah?" Rina questions, narrowed eyes staring him down as she tries to size up the new stranger with a very mysterious near future.

"Um, yeah," Sam smiles wide, before thinking he may have been too forward. "I mean, unless you… you know, don't want me getting in the way or anything."

"Oh, what the hell, right?" Rina answers him while picking up her now packed up bag. "Come on with, Mr. Mystery. I've definitely got a few jobs for you to do."

"Alright," Sam grins as she walks past him and heads out the door. Sam reaches down into his duffel by the floor again and takes out his favorite gun. As he drops it into his jeans at his back, he looks over to the other two, both seated on a bed each and looking at him with expectation. "What?" he asks with a dropped face and utter irritation in his voice. He already knows why they're looking at him in such a way.

"Nothing," Lizzy lightly says while holding back her grin. "Go help Rina. She needs you."

"Eat me," Sam says seriously as he turns to leave.

"No, eat her!" Dean happily suggests as he points out the door Rina just left through.

Sam drops his arms to his sides with frustration as his brother and his best friend laugh and joke at his expense. He turns to leave disgusted.

"Go get her, tiger!" Lizzy shouts out.

"Remember what I've taught you!" Dean loudly yells as Sam extends his middle finger to them behind his back. Once outside, door slammed in his wake, Rina gives him a questioning look.

"They like to fuck with me," Sam explains succinctly.

"You are the youngest, aren't you?" Rina shrugs as she shuts her trunk and walks to the driver's side of her car.

"No, Lizzy is," Sam rebuts immediately.

"But she doesn't count. She's a girl."

"So unfair," Sam huffs with a grin.

"Hop in," Rina nods to her passenger side.

"Wait, so now I'm allowed to be in a car with you?"

"I'm feeling better about you suddenly." Rina gets into her car and turns the key, the engine of her old 1974 Volkswagen Beetle roaring to life. Sam's spirits lift as he walks around and drops, or rather squeezes, into the passenger side. Rina giggles once he gets the door shut.

"You look ridiculous in my tiny car right now."

Sam laughs a little to himself. "Good, because I feel a little ridiculous in your tiny car right now."

"Small price to pay to try and impress the new girl though, right?"

"Ah," Sam gets out before nervously huffing out a laugh.

"Just saying, I think it's sweet that you've volunteered to help me."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. And you're earning brownie points for this."

"Nice." Sam feels his cheeks heat up ever so slightly as they drive off to prepare for the ritual.