They took a detour via Scott's apartment to get some stuff for him and then made their way towards the girl's Bed and Breakfast. Luzy shortly marveled at the fact that it felt like they had checked in there ages ago. To comprehend the things that had been going down in the last 24 hours would take at least the same amount of time, she thought. Or maybe they'd never quite register.

The drive along Kalanianaole Highway was beautiful as always. It led along the coastline straight into Hahaione Valley, where the hostel the girls had their accommodation in was located.

"Couldn't you guys just have booked a room in town or something? Not that it's not beautiful out here but… it's a bit … remote, don't you think?"

Luzy had to grin. "If you pay, I'm very willing to move. But no, seriously. For once, it's cheaper out here than in town. Also, we didn't come here to hang out in Honolulu all the time but to get around the island and actually see lots of stuff and get a break. And considering getting a break, it doesn't get much better than out here. There's all kinds of parks and gardens and whatnot… plus there's the bay. It's incredible. So we're actually pretty well of out here."

He nodded. "Yeah. Unless a crazy demon… spirit… whatever thingie is out to get you."

He said it jokingly enough but she still could hear the concern in his voice.

"I don't think it's out to get us. If anyone, it wants Jared."

Scott considered that for a moment. "Yeah. True. Probably. Which means we stay the hell away from that guy."

Luzy didn't feel like that really was an option, but the determination in Scott's voice made her hold that thought back. He'd realize sooner or later that Jared and Jensen where probably not gone for good. At least she had a feeling they weren't.

When they turned onto the driveway to the house, there was already a car parked in front of it. That was new. As far as their hosts had told them, there wouldn't be other people in until in two weeks. Luzy had a suspicion as to whose car that might be, but she decided she might as well wait and see instead of risking another, maybe unnecessary, tantrum from Scott.

"What the…" she heard Scott say when he opened the door. He looked down at his feet, and when she followed his lead, she saw what he meant. So they were here.

"Salt. Nothing to worry."

Scott moaned. "Salt? Really? Have you gone mad as well, now?" He looked at her in disbelief as she made sure that the salt was evenly spread behind the closed door again, before she turned around.

"No. I haven't. Please, just… I know this is all completely bonkers, but. Just trust me, okay? I'd guess you'll get an explanation in a moment… not that that would make things any less crazy but…"

"Now you're the one who's rambling. Hey there." came Belle's voice from behind her. "But you're right, I guess some things will become a little clearer in a bit. Not that I'd have any hopes that that means less crazy but. Yeah…" She looked at Scott as if she wanted to say something else, but then decided against it, and waved them to follow. "The guys are upstairs."

Scott stopped dead. "Wait, wait, wait. The guys? Like in 'the guys that thing is after'? Do you really have that little desire to survive your holidays? Really? Because I'd like to live. I'd like my friends to live. I have no desire, I repeat, no desire whatsoever to ever come close to this thing or people who are involved with it. And neither should you. Because, correct me if I'm wrong, but I really don't think you can rationalize with whatever it is. And... "

Luzy rolled her eyes and nodded towards Belle, indicating that she'd take care of that. Belle went upstairs. Luzy took a deep breath and interrupted Scott's rambling. "Scott…Scott! Stop it. Please. Can't you just try and listen for a moment? That salt in front of the door? It's meant to keep that thing out, whatever it is. And no, don't laugh now. It's weird, it's surreal, but it seems to be true. And the only people who can probably answer the questions we all have are Jared and Jensen. So can we just agree on a truce for a moment? Because… I don't know about you but I sure as hell could do with a break." She looked at him pleadingly. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was until a moment ago. But right now, with the prospect of more hours of troubled discussions, fear for Alex, seeing Belle in her miserable state, realizing that the only reason for Scotts rants was the fact that they were all that held him together, she wasn't quite sure how to hold on herself.

"Hey… are you alright?"

Obviously the exhaustion showed. Scott was over next to her in an instant, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. For quite some time, he didn't do or say anything. He just held her. Only quite some time later he silently said "I'm sorry. It's just… "

Luzy wouldn't let him go on. She understood. Instead she kissed him and then looked at him.

"It's alright. I know. But somehow, we'll have to get through this. So let's try not to make more of a mess than necessary, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. I'll try. Kick me when I lose it again… or better…" He grinned and lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Well. You'll find a way to shut me up."

Luzy nudged him lightly in the shoulder. "Bastard." But it had been exactly what she needed. A hug. The reassurance that someone noticed when she was struggling. That she could let herself go for a moment. Someone who managed to make her smile despite everything being terribly upside down. She hugged him again, burying her head on his shoulder for a moment, freezing out everything else for some seconds. Then she let go.

"Now come on, before they send a rescue mission downstairs."

Once up in the girl's room, they found Jared, Jensen and Belle sitting around in various states of worry and tiredness. Spread over the table and the floor were books and notes, one looking more suspicious than the other. Jared sat on the floor, his back against the bed, leafing through an enormous volume of a book that looked like it was at least a hundred years old.

"There's nothing. As long as we don't know where it comes from and why it has these freakish powers, we can basically do nothing but duck and hide."

Jensen snorted. "Yeah right, like that has ever worked before."

It wasn't exactly the kind of conversation Luzy had hoped for. It wasn't necessarily cut out to gain Scott's trust. But so far, the men next to her remained silent.

Belle sat, curled up, in a chair close to the window, observing Jared and Jensen. Luzy saw that the window sills were also sealed off with salt.

She put some stacks of books away under the table and settled down on the floor, pulling Scott down with her. Then she once again looked around her. Belle still didn't do anything but watch the two guys. Jensen sat on the bed, cleaning his gun and thereby being a picture perfect impression of his TV show character. So was Jared, who was busy looking something up on his laptop by now.

"This is so disturbing." She couldn't help to say.

Jensen looked up. "Yeah, and we haven't even reached the good part…"

Luzy could feel how Scott tensed next to her and squeezed his hand, shaking her head slightly.

"I don't think this is the time for jokes, Jensen. While you are familiar with all this, we are not. And someone got hurt. Someone we care about. So you might want to tone it down a bit." Belle looked at him, and from the tension between Jensen and her, Luzy knew that they had been fighting earlier.

"Yes M'am." Jensen retorted. But somehow, it sounded less mocking than Luzy would have expected.

Scott pulled at some notes, opened the covers of some books and then shook his head.

"What IS all this stuff? And what's with the salt?"

Jensen settled back, taking up the cleaning of his gun again. "Your turn, smart boy."

Jared sighed and closed the lid of his laptop. "Alright. I'll try to wrap all this up as shortly as possible… Luzy, Belle, you probably know more about all this than you realize. Scott… you… I guess you've never really watched our show?" When Scott shook his head, he nodded. "Yeah. I figured."

He sat up in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, put the laptop aside and stretched his legs out. Luzy could see that his throat still showed very visible marks from the two attempts to strangle him, and his voice was rather raspy. Despite that however, he seemed surprisingly fine for someone who'd just survived two near-fatal attacks. Tired, though. Well, they all were. Just as if he was about to prove her point, Jared rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn.

"Well then. Let's try to get you guys up to date."

Belle got out of her chair. "I've heard half of what you're about to say already. I'll go make coffee, I guess we could all do with some. You go on, I'll be back in a minute." When she had left, before Jared could start his explanation, Jensen looked at Scott.

"How's that friend of yours? I didn't want to ask with her around… " Now that was nearly considerate, Luzy thought. Wonder for how many other surprises we are in tonight…

Scott swallowed hard then shrugged. "I don't know. He looked… terrible doesn't even begin to describe it. More dead than alive, I guess. What happened back there? And don't feed me some cock and bull story about demons or spirits or… man. I don't know." He obviously gave up. Luzy held on to his hand a bit firmer.

"I'm afraid there's no cock and bull story to be had. Wish there was, man, believe me." Jared said. He sounded genuinely upset, which kept Scott from making any further snide remarks. He just settled back, ready to await whatever story he'd be told in a moment's time. He didn't care anymore. All he wanted was to make sense out of all of this.

"Fact is those things do exist. Demons. Spirits. Basically everything we parade around in our show. Not in the frequency that the script would have you believe but yeah. They are there. Most of them are pretty harmless, but then there are… others. Bottom line is, Jensen and I do not only hunt them down in TV, but every now and then also in real life. There aren't that many hunters out there so… we can't really afford not to."

"Hunters…" Scott's voice was made of pure disbelief.

Jared rubbed his eyes again and nodded. "Yeah. Hunters. As Jensen likes to say, we hunt them down, we find them, we kill them. Simple as that." He gave a humorless laugh. "Don't worry, I pretty much know exactly what you are thinking at the moment. It wasn't much different for us about five years ago. It's not like we were always like that. Until we ended up in that infernal show, we were just…your average actor."

"Well, not that average really. Good looking, at least." Jensen put in.

"Drop the Dean act, Jensen…" Belle said from the door. She handed him a cup of coffee which he took with a nearly grateful look on his face. When the others had served themselves, Jared resumed his story.

"To cut things short, the guy who came up with the show, Eric Kripke, did so for a reason. He is a hunter himself. Doesn't look much like it, but believe me, he's fierce. Originally, he only thought that by putting all those things out there he'd raise awareness. I mean, of course there's all kind of supernatural bullshit going on in TV, but most of it doesn't get the lore behind it right. Eric does. But somehow, while watching us going through the motions and kind of getting familiar with the lingo and all that stuff during season one, he became obsessed with the idea that we'd be cut out to do the job for real, too. It was madness.

He told us all those things and both of us were ready to quit and leave, but then something happened. There was a row of freak accidents in Vancouver and one night, Eric ended up at our place rather badly wounded. The… thing that came after him… well, I still don't know how we survived that but somehow we got off the hook.

After that, there was at least no denying anymore that these things, like demons, spirits and all the monsters scary children's stories and legends contain of, do exist. At least most of them. So we decided to at least listen to what he had to say. And somehow he managed to persuade us to give it a try. So shooting also became some kind of a boot camp, with real life training sessions in between as often as possible. It was surreal, exhausting and crazy. Jensen gave up, I gave up, but in the end those things we had seen that one night back in Vancouver always made us come back. For about a year after Eric deemed us fit enough to manage out there, we went on the road with him. Then he went back to hunting solo. He's certainly better that way. Since then, it's only the two of us."

For quite some time no one said anything. Then Scott spoke up.

"That is about the sickest thing I've heared in my entire life."