A/N: Hey everybody! I am so sorry about the late update, but I wasn't all myself these past several weeks. My depression kinda kicked in, and I wasn't inspired to continue. I almost wanted to stop, but I couldn't do that to you all. Thank you all for sticking with me and my story; it means the world to me.

Please read and review; you have no idea how much they make my day.

Disclaimer: Anything Supernatural I give credit to Kripke. I own Caitlyn Wincester, Victor, Nicholas, Christopher, and Madam Rita.

Plus, Charlie Brown and Snoopy belong to Charles M. Schulz.

The line 'companion to a witch' I give credit to Season 8 episode 15, Man's best friend with benefits.

You have to wait and find out what happens to Caitlyn in the next chapter.

So we are officially on Hellatus now. What a finale it was, and now we just need to wait and see if Season 12 is a go!.

Dean's POV

This is a waste of time, Caitlyn is out there with some crazy demon on the loose, and I'm sitting at a rectangular wooden table having a tea party with witches. Madam Rita was pouring tea into cups. She turned to offer one to me, and I couldn't take anything.

"Its just mint," she assures me, passing the cup to Sam. He took it from her, the asskisser. "Its supposed to keep your mind relaxed."

"Well lady," I start off, "I'm gonna need something stronger than your batch of goodies."

Then I heard glass hit the table, and saw a bottle of whiskey. I look up to see Chris, "Maybe this will do."

I raised my eyebrows, impressed. "This doesn't change a thing though." I grabbed the bottle and drank from it. "It seems like wherever there's trouble or a murder, you are always there."

"Well," he starts talking, "your sister looked like she could use a friend since you two failed to help her so I did you guys a favor."

"A favor?" Asked Sam.

"Yeah," Chris nods, "she got that bag of lavender from me. Its supposed to help her sleep better. I was trying to get her back to what you boys remember her as before she went nuts."

He has the gall to criticize me? I ask myself, insulted by that comment. I have been there for her, except when I was in hell. I looked down at the bottle, ashamed that I didn't do much of a good job of taking care of her. I guess I'm not a good brother after all.

"Dean," she said, sitting across from me. She put her hand over mine. "you are a good brother. You daddy told me so himself."

I looked up at her, angry. Nobody mentions dad and lives to tell about it. "How do you know our dad?"

"Your daddy came down here lookin' for ol' yellow eyes as well as Victor." She said.

Sam leans over to me, "This is where he was before he went off the radar."

I nodded in agreement, Sam asks her "So you knew about us the moment we were at your table. Why didn't you say anything before?"

Chris replies this time, "Well, John didn't want you to know, and we promised him."

"I didn't know where he was for a week." I snarl at them, "I thought he was dead."

"It was what he wanted," he said, "he actually was hoping that you and Caitlyn would go get Sam and hunt together."

Then I heard a bark at the door, and I see this big German Sheppard sitting in front of the door way. Then quicker than lightning, it jumped up next to me and knocked over the bottle, spilling the whiskey everywhere. I looked at it with anger, and it starts running away. I hate dogs, and I hate loosing booze. This dog is mine.

I got up from my seat, and start running after it. "You son of a bitch!"

I could hear Sam shouting my name and hear his big feet coming up from behind me. I don't have time for this shit. I want to find Caitlyn!

"Dean," Sam shouts at me, turning me to face him. "stop it!"

"Sam," I warn him, "back off. We should be out there looking for Caitlyn, and instead I'm playing ring around the rosie with a pooch."

I turn away from him and ran up the stairs into the attic. Instead of find the dog, I found a person. I drew out my gun, and aimed it at him.

"Hey, don't shoot!" he surrendered, hands behind his head. This guy was wearing a fedora hat, blue jeans, and a dress jacket with a thin white t-shirt. His tan eyes and lightly dark skin made this kid look sickly.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" I ask him, surprised. I looked around the area for the dog but it was nowhere to be seen. "Where's the dog?"

He opened his mouth when Chris pushes me to the side.

"Dammit Nicholas!"

"Sorry Chris," he said. "I just wanted to make sure I was still your best friend here."

Apparently they knew one another. But that still doesn't explain where the dog is hiding.

"Some familiar you are." Chris said, angrily.

"A familiar?" Sam asked.

"A familiar is a companion to witches; Nicholas here changes into a German Sheppard."

Nicholas smacks Chris' arm, "Oh are your welcome for that extra lavender I gave you in the alley."

I can't take this anymore. I exasperated, They are wasting my time. I put my gun away, I had to breakup this conversation up, "Hey Charlie Brown, Snoopy," they both turned to me, "y'all can discuss this later, but right now I need to find my sister."

I turned to head downstairs when I heard Nicholas say, "That sweet lil thing you had over for breakfast is missing?"

I took a deep breath, and I counted to ten; very slowly. My blood boiled at the thought of Caitlyn over here for breakfast doing God knows what.

"Let me help you find her." Chris jumps in front of me.

"Oh, you are not going anywhere near her." I ordered. "No, we're her brothers and we will find her."

"Oh, that's going just dandy isn't it?"

"If you weren't screwing with her thoughts, she would not be in this mess."

Nicholas cut in, "Oh there was some screwing."

I look over at him wide-eyed as Chris turns to him, "Not helping."

Nicholas threw his hand up in surrender. Sam pushed him near into the wall. I was getting calmer.

"I don't need your help. So back off!" I told him as I turned away with Sam following behind.

I saw Madam Rita, and she said, "You are not capable of driving."

"Lady," I warned her, "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"I'll tell you everything I know about Victor."

That got my attention. I let out a breath, and sat down on the couch this time with Sam sitting right next to me. I wanted to put my foot on the little table in front of me, but I didn't want to have another Missouri threat addressed to me.

"Talk." I said.

"Victor was a man of the south; born and raised centuries ago. But he lost everything based on…background. He was brought down so bad it drove him to the edge. He made a deal one day at the crossroads to be feared by men. During that time, he was feared by all those people who made his life a living nightmare. One day, he killed the man who taunted him, and then unleashed a side of himself that was so demonic he got too strong and violent. It was so severe he killed a young innocent girl."

"Son of a bitch." Sam swears under his breath.

Rita continued, "After the girl, he realized then that it was the girls who made him stronger. So he tortured those girls the way he was tortured back in the day."

"How the fuck is this bastard still alive?" I ask angrily, "Aren't deals supposed to be up after 10 years?"

"Victor's 10 years were up and went straight to the pit." Chris jumped in. "But for some reason, his soul became so dark and twisted that someone ordered him to stay in his original meatsuit. He stayed out of sight for decades until he started killing again."

"Who gave him the order?" Sam asks.

"No one knows for sure, honey." Rita replies. "And no one knows where he's been hiding. He changes it up every now and then."

"That explains why dad couldn't find him." I realize, "Well this tea party was great, but because of exchanging cheesy ghost stories, my sister could be dead right now."

"Dean!" shouts Sam.

I let out a huge breath and rubbed my eyes to the bridge of my nose. Chris came up to us, and offers "Nicholas, go find her please."

"You don't have to ask twice." He said with a grin, and walked out the door. I was in the pursuit of following him, but Sam put his hand on my shoulder, and stopped me.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" I asked, confused. "She's your twin."

"I know," he answers, "but you need to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down when we are stuck here while a witch's bitch is looking for her. We are her family."

"I know." Chris steps in. "Nick will find her, and she'll be okay."

"You stay the hell away from me." I threaten him. "you are not going anywhere near her when she's found."

Cas, where the hell are you? I pray silently, find her for me; find her alive.

A/N: Thank you to LorettyLauren93, Loosing Myself in Love, Madds098, PirateWizardThief, Amyytayy14, and Snn7b for their constant support and reviews for my stories. These authors are amazing, and I highly recommend checking out their Supernatural fanfics.

Please read, favorite, follow, and review.

Love you all!