This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines. I want to apologize for how long it has taken me to update! I feel really terrible and awful and I just hope that you haven't given up on me because I haven't given up on this story! Please stick with me, people!

Chapter 28

Alex got out of the Impala and stood next to Dean as they leaned against the Impala's hood. She was wearing one of Sam's old sweatshirts and she pulled it tighter around herself as the wind blew. She closed her eyes and inhaled Sam's scent from the sweatshirt. Her phone began to ring and she grabbed it from out of her pocket.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Baby, it's me," said Kellan.

Alex's voice broke. "We still haven't heard from him. I'm scared, Kellan."

"I know. But we're still looking."

Alex held the phone to her ear as she continued talking to Kellan. Dean was also on the phone. He was talking to Ellen.

"Ellen, it's me. Again. Any chance you heard from him?"

Ellen responded with a no and asked a question of her own.

"Nah, I called him a thousand times. Nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went or why. Sam's just gone," said Dean.

He listened to Ellen again and then looked at Alex. "Lex?"

Alex turned to Dean. He held out his phone to her. "Ellen wants to talk to you."

Alex said goodbye to Kellan, put her phone back in her pocket, and took Dean's phone from him. She put it to her ear.

"How are you, sweetie?" asked Ellen, her voice calm and soothing.

Alex's eyes filled with tears. "Not good. We're worried sic- Hold on."

Alex held out the phone so that she could see who was beeping in on the call.

She looked up at Dean. "Dean, it's Sam."

Dean grabbed the phone and pressed talk in the same, smooth motion.

"Sammy, where the hell are you?"

Dean listened to Sam's response.

"Okay. Don't move. We're on our way."

Dean pressed end and slid the phone in his pocket. Alex climbed in the passenger seat and Dean peeled out onto the highway, gravel flying in every direction.

Dean pounded on the motel room door with his fist as Alex stood beside him, biting her lip.

"Sammy, it's us. Open up."

The door creaked as Sam opened it to let his siblings in. Dean and Alex rushed into the room. Sam sat back down in a chair, looking at his bloodstained knuckles.

"Are you bleeding?" asked Dean.

He knelt in front of Sam and grabbed Sam's hand, inspecting the knuckles.

"I tried to wash it off," said Sam.

Dean nodded and looked over Sam.

"Oh, my God," whispered Alex as Dean slowly opened Sam's jacket to see Sam's once white t-shirt now stained with blood.

"I don't think it's my blood," whispered Sam.

"Well, whose is it?" asked Dean.

"Sam, what the hell happened?" asked Alex.

"I don't remember anything," said Sam, looking up at both of them regretfully.

Alex and Sam stood up as Dean entered the motel room a few hours later.

"What'd you find out?" asked Sam.

Dean shoved his car keys in his jacket pocket and set down the large paper sack he had been holding in his arms.

"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Nobody's noticed anything unusual."

Dean began unpacking the contents of the bag and turned to them as he set down a two-liter bottle of soda on the table in the middle of the room.

"What if I hurt someone? What if this is what Dad warned you about?" asked Sam.

"We don't know what happened. Now, what's the last thing you remember?" asked Alex.

She flopped down onto one of the two beds.

"Us in West Texas. Going out to eat."

Alex bit her lip and looked at Dean.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Sam, that was over a week ago," said Dean. He took off his jacket and placed it on the back of one of the chairs.

"Well, retrace your steps," said Alex. She got off of the bed and walked over to the window in the room.

She pulled back the curtains and looked at the windowsill.

"You were here at some point."

The boys walked over to her and Alex pointed to the bloody handprint that was on the window latch.

The siblings were at a storage unit. They had been driving around town to see if anything looked familiar to Sam.

"This looks familiar," said Sam.

They stopped in front of one of the storage units. Dean pulled, but the door didn't open. Sam pulled a small key out of his pocket and handed it to Dean. Dean stuck it in the padlock and it clicked open. Dean handed the key back to Sam and pulled the door open. Once the door was open all the way, the three of them walked inside. A Volkswagen Beetle sat inside the large area. They opened the car doors and looked through the car for any clues.

"Sam, backseat," said Alex.

Sam pushed the driver's seat forward and stuck his head in the back. He grabbed a bloody knife off the floor of the car. He shut the door, the knife held in his hand. Dean also held a white slip of paper.

"Hey, it's a gas station receipt. Let's check it out."

Sam, Alex, and Dean entered the gas station, the bell chiming as they stepped inside. The cashier looked over at them and his eyes widened as he saw them. He grabbed the phone from beside him.

"You. Get outta here or I'm callin' the cops."

"You talkin' to this guy?" asked Dean, pointing at Sam.

"Yeah. He comes in here yesterday, drunk. He grabs a forty from the fridge and starts chugging. Then he whipped the bottle at my freakin' head!"

"Look, I'm really sorry-" began Sam, but the cashier cut him off.

"Tell your story walkin', pal. Popo will be here in five."

"Put the phone down. Sam, go wait in the car," said Dean.

Sam sighed, but walked outside and leaned against the hood of the Impala. The cashier put the phone back in its cradle. He looked at Alex and Dean.

"When he took off yesterday, which way did he go?" asked Alex. She set her hand on top of the cashier's hand that was lying on the counter. She smiled sweetly at him.

"You'll be doing us a huge favor." She leaned closer, giving him a glimpse down her shirt.

"You know, your buddy didn't pay for his drink yesterday," said the cashier, never looking away from Alex's cleavage.

"Dean, pay the kid," said Alex.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, but grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and slammed a $20 on the counter. Alex began stroking the kid's palms with her fingernails, smiling at him.

"He went north. Route 71. Straight out of town." Alex grinned, jerking her hand from the kid's and standing up straight. She grabbed a pack of Twinkies and threw them at Dean as they walked out the door, the kid protesting the entire time.

"I hate when you do that shit. I don't like guys lookin' at you like you're a piece of meat," said Dean. He tore open the Twinkies and stuffed a whole one into his mouth.

"Well, we got what we wanted. And Twinkies," said Alex.

Dean nodded and Alex laughed.

That night, Dean, Alex, and Sam entered a huge house through an already broken window on the front porch. They stepped into an office and saw a man lying on the ground, dead. His throat had been slit and his blood was all over the carpet in the office. A pool of blood had formed behind the man's head.

"I did this," said Sam, pain evident in his voice as he looked at the body.

"We don't know that," said Alex.

"How do you explain the blood or the knife?" asked Sam, his voice rising.

"I don't know. But even if you did do this, you must have had a reason. Self-defense or…"

Dean trailed off as he watched Alex pull a bobby pin out of her hair and begin picking the lock that was on the closet door. Within a few seconds, she opened the door to reveal a ton of guns and information hidden in the closet.

"I think I killed a hunter," said Sam.

"Let's find out," said Alex. She pointed to a security camera that was in the corner of the room.

Alex sat down in the chair behind the computer desk while Sam and Dean stood behind her. They watched the security tape footage on the computer. It showed Sam beating up the now dead man. Sam grabbed the man and slit his throat, throwing the lifeless body to the ground once he was done. Alex shut off the video and looked back at Sam.

"How do you erase this?" Sam didn't look at her so Alex grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze upon her.

"Sam, listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means other hunters are gonna come lookin' for his killer, which means we've gotta cover our tracks. Okay?"

Sam turned his head away from her, breaking Alex's hold on his chin. Dean sighed and grabbed the computer tower, throwing it on the ground. He stepped on it a few times and looked up at his siblings when he was finished.

"Wipe your prints, then we go." He threw a towel at them and left the room. Alex began to wipe down every surface they had touched as Sam sat in the chair, dejected.

Sam entered the motel room first and sat on the edge of his bed. Dean threw his bag on his own bed and began dumping it out.

"You've gotta snap out of it, Sam," said Dean.

"Murder. That's what I did."

"It wasn't you," said Alex. She sat down next to Sam. "I won't believe it."

Sam stood up and grabbed a gun off of Dean's bed. He handed it to Dean.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore. Do it." Alex inhaled a deep breath as Dean stared at the gun in his open palm. He threw it on his bed.

"I'd rather die," said Dean. He turned away from Sam. Sam picked up the gun again.

"No. You'll live."

Dean turned back around to face Sam, his face confused. Sam hit Dean in the side of the head with the butt of the gun. Dean fell to the floor unconscious.

"You'll live to regret this," finished Sam.

He glanced at Alex, who had scooted all the way up to the headboard of the bed. Sam smirked and stalked toward her. She got up and ran for the door, but Sam was faster than her and grabbed her ankle. He pulled on her ankle and she fell to the floor. Alex reached out to grab onto something as Sam began to drag her by the ankle, but nothing was within her reach. Sam dragged her across the floor to him.

"Please. Don't," begged Alex.

Sam smirked and hit the side of her head with the gun as well, knocking her unconscious. He stuck the gun in the waistband of his jeans and walked out of the room.

Sam entered an empty saloon and saw Joe wiping down the bar. Joe looked up as Sam entered.

"Sam. You're about the last person I expected to see."

"I guess I'm full of surprises. Can I get a beer?" asked Sam.

Joe nodded and set the beer in front of Sam.

"Where's your brother and sister?"

"Couldn't make it," said Sam.

Sam took a drink from his beer before Joe spoke again.

"So what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to square things. Look, I know how you feel about my dad. I can't say I blame you. But that was my father. Not me or Dean."

"What about Alex?" asked Joe. Sam smirked.

"Man, you are really carrying a torch for her! She doesn't like you."

Sam looked at Joe. "I'm not tryin' to hurt you. I'm tellin' you cause I care."

"That's real kind, Sam," said Joe sarcastically.

Joe watched as Sam's face darkened with anger. Joe grabbed Sam's empty beer bottle and swung his arm around to hit Sam, but Sam grabbed Joe's wrist. Sam punched Joe and Joe fell to the floor.

Alex threw the car in park as Dean jumped out of the car. He tossed Alex a gun and they rushed over to the empty saloon's front door. They ran inside to hear Sam talking to someone.

"My daddy shot your daddy in the head," sang Sam in a sing-songy voice to Joe.

"Sam, stop!" yelled Dean.

"I told you to stop me, Dean. My head feels like it's on fire. Dean, kill me. Or I'm gonna kill Joe," said Sam.

Alex whimpered and Sam looked at her.

"Shoot me!" yelled Sam.

"No, Sammy, c'mon," said Dean. He turned away and Sam walked over to him. Dean winked at Alex and Alex threw the bottle of holy water she was holding on Sam, causing him to flinch and his clothes to steam.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" yelled Dean.

Sam's eyes turned black and he smirked. He ran and jumped out of the window behind Dean and Alex. Dean ran over and cut the ropes that Sam used to bind Joe to a chair. Joe stood up and Dean dived out the window after Sam.

Dean entered an old, rundown warehouse where Sam had fled to after leaving the saloon.

"So who are you?" asked Dean.

"I've got lots of names," said Sam.

Dean followed the sound of Sam's voice and hid behind a wall.

"Why didn't you kill me?" asked Dean.

Sam didn't answer and Dean heard floorboards creaking as Sam moved and hid in a new place.

"Would've been too easy. See, this is a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam."

"Well, you're gonna pay for this," said Dean.

"How? You can't hurt me without hurting your little brother! See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I find," said Sam.

Dean saw Sam run out of the warehouse. He followed him outside onto a boating dock, but Sam was nowhere in sight. Dean looked behind him and turned back around to see Sam standing directly in front of him. Sam shot Dean and Dean fell into the water. Sam smirked and ran off into the night.

Alex held her cell phone to her ear, calling Dean. It went to his voicemail after a few rings. Alex hit end and tried again. She stopped walking when she heard Dean's ring tone. She ran over to the sound and found Dean lying underneath the boat dock.

"Shit!"

She ran down onto the beach where he had washed up and shoved her phone in her pocket. She grabbed his arm and helped him stand up. They walked back up to the saloon.

Dean took another swig of whiskey straight from the bottle as Alex pulled the bullet out of his shoulder. Joe stood behind her, wincing as the bullet clinked against the shot glass Alex dropped it in.

"Fuck, that hurt," said Dean.

"Well, I'm done now," said Alex.

She threw all of the bloody gauze pads in the trash and put the first aid kit back behind the bar.

"So where do you think Sam is headed next?" asked Joe.

"He's looking for hunters and the closest one is in South Dakota," said Dean.

"Bobby," whispered Alex.

Dean nodded. He threw on his jacket, wincing as it hit his wounded shoulder.

"I guess I'll see you around," said Joe.

Alex smiled. "Yeah."

She kissed Joe's cheek and followed Dean out the door to the car.

Alex gasped as she entered Bobby's house to see Sam tied to a chair in the middle of the den. Dean sighed and walked over to Sam, slapping him across the face.

"Hey."

Sam stirred and lifted his head up to look at Dean. He glanced up at the ceiling to see a trap drawn there so that he couldn't leave. Sam looked back at Dean, then past him to Alex.

"Hi, sweetie. Did you miss me?"

Alex shivered and Bobby put an arm around her shoulders. Dean threw a bucket of holy water on Sam and Sam groaned in pain.

"Bobby," said Dean, his eyes never leaving Sam.

Bobby removed his arm from around Alex and began reading from an exorcism book. Sam began laughing manically and Bobby stopped reading.

"You really think this is about the master plan? I don't give a fuck about the master plan," said Sam.

Dean looked at Bobby, who began reading again.

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working," said Sam.

Sam's eyes turned black and he began saying an incantation of his own. Papers flew around the room, the flames in the fireplace blazed higher, and a strong gust of wind blew around the room.

"What's going on?" asked Dean, yelling over the wind.

Alex ran over to Sam and yanked his shirtsleeve up to his elbow to reveal a red mark on his right forearm.

"It's a binding link! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!" yelled Alex.

"What the hell do we do?" asked Dean.

Bobby shrugged along with Alex. Sam finished saying his incantation and the ceiling above him cracked, causing the trap to be broken.

"That's better," said Sam, smirking.

He untied his bonds. Once he was free, he threw Bobby into the wall with a wave of his hand and threw Dean into the other wall. He sauntered over to Dean first. Sam punched Dean twice in the nose. He grabbed Dean's shoulder and pushed his thumb into Dean's bullet wound. Dean moaned in pain. Sam smirked. Alex cried out and Sam wheeled around to face her.

"Alex!" yelled Dean.

Sam walked over to her and crouched down to her level since she was sitting on the floor.

"Your twin brother is stuck in here with me. Wanna say hey?"

Alex shook her head and watched as Bobby walked up behind Sam. He grabbed Sam's arm and held a hot fireplace poker to the mark on his forearm. Sam screamed in pain and the demon was released from Sam's body, disappearing into the fireplace. Sam fell to the floor beside Dean.

"Did I miss anything?" asked Sam.

Dean punched him and Sam held his jaw in shock.

"What the hell, Dean?"

"Just makin' sure you're still you." Sam nodded, still holding his jaw, and Alex laughed.

Bobby stood with Dean, Alex, and Sam at his front door. He handed each of them a small charm.

"What are these?" asked Dean.

"Charms to ward off possession."

"Thanks," said Sam.

He and Dean hugged Bobby. Alex hugged Bobby and kissed his cheek. They headed off to the car, Bobby watching them leave.

Sam was sitting on a small loveseat in the motel room while Dean sat on Sam's bed eating chicken wings. Sam looked over at Dean.

"Dude. Do you mind not eating those on my bed?"

"Nah, I don't mind," said Dean. He licked his fingers that were covered in sauce and Sam shook his head.

"How's the research going?" asked Dean.

Sam slammed the book he was holding closed.

"Slow. It would go a hell of a lot faster if I had my computer!"

Dean nodded and Sam sighed. There was a knock on the door and Sam walked over to answer it. Sam was pulling the door open when Alex entered the room from the bathroom, towel drying her hair. She looked over at the door and saw Bobby standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Bobby," said Alex.

"Good to see you all so soon. What's up?" asked Bobby, stepping into the room and Sam closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room and looked at the three siblings.

"It's this job we're working," began Sam.

"Okay. Well, start from the beginning," said Bobby.

"It started with the obit we found in the local paper of a professor taking a swan dive out a fourth story window…"

Sam sat at a table with two college students sitting across from him.

"What if it wasn't suicide?" asked the girl, her eyes wide. Her boyfriend chuckled and slung an arm around her shoulder.

"What else could it be?" asked Sam.

"Well, there's this campus legend. This girl supposedly had an affair with a professor. Someone found out and she jumped out a window, killing herself. Now, whoever sees her, dies the same exact way," explained the girl.

"Uh-huh," said Sam. He looked over the girl's head and saw Dean standing at the bar.

"Excuse me," said Sam.

Dean slammed his empty shot glass down onto the bar where the other shot glasses he had drained sat. He burped loudly as Sam approached him.

"Hey, Sam. I want you to meet someone."

Dean tapped the blonde girl standing next to him on the shoulder and she turned around, smiling brightly and waving at Sam.

"This is Starla." Dean leaned in close to Sam to whisper in his ear.

"Good news. She has a sister."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. That is not what happened," said Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes, sat down on the loveseat next to Sam, and began brushing her damp hair.

"So you never drank a purple nurple?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows.

Dean nodded. "Okay, I did that. But her name wasn't Starla."

"What was it?" asked Sam.

Dean thought for a second. "I don't know," he said finally.

He turned to face Bobby. "But she was a classy chick. Grad student. Anthropology. We were talkin' about local ghost stories…"

Dean tilted his head back, throwing back his shot with a pretty blonde girl standing in front of him as he did it. She had on a knee-length black dress and high heels.

"My god, you're attractive," said the girl to Dean.

"Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend," said Dean.

"Sorry. I just can't even concentrate."

She grabbed the back of Dean's neck and pulled him down to her lips. They were still kissing when Sam walked up behind Dean. His jacket was slung over his shoulder.

Sam scoffed. "Dean. What do you think you're doing?"

Dean pulled away from the kiss and looked at his brother. "Sam. Please. Give me five minutes."

"Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have time for your-"

"Right. That's how it really happened," said Sam sarcastically.

Dean shrugged.

"I don't even sound like that, Dean."

"That's what you sounded like to me," said Dean.

"Okay. What's going on with you two?" asked Bobby.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"Really? Cause you sound like an old married couple."

"Nah. Married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like Siamese twins," said Dean.

"It's conjoined twins," said Sam.

"See what I mean?" asked Dean, throwing up his hands.

"We've just been on the road too much. Anyway, we figured it was a haunting, so we went to the scene of the crime," continued Sam.

The janitor unlocked the office door, letting Sam and Dean inside the dead professor's office.

"So you're the one who found the professor?" asked Sam.

"Yup. And he was with a young lady," said the janitor.

"Did she ever come back out?" asked Dean.

"No. Not from what I recall," said the janitor.

Sam and Dean entered the motel room quietly. Alex was asleep on one of the beds so they sat at the table. Sam handed Dean a beer from the mini fridge and sat at the table across from Dean with a beer of his own in his hand.

"We oughta check out the history of the building," said Dean.

Sam nodded and opened his laptop computer. He stared at the screen, his forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"Dude. Were you on my computer?"

"No," said Dean.

"Really? Cause it's frozen now on a porn website."

Dean shrugged.

"Just don't touch my stuff anymore," said Sam.

"How about you control your OCD?" asked Dean.

"And they didn't dig up anything about the building," said Alex, looking at Bobby.

"History's clean," said Sam.

"Where were you during all this?" asked Bobby, his gaze on Alex's face.

"I wasn't feeling well," answered Alex.

Bobby nodded in understanding. "Go on," he said, looking at the boys.

"So this next part is pretty fuckin' weird. Even for us," said Dean.

Bobby nodded again and Dean looked at Sam, who nodded.

"There was an alien attack."

"Aliens?" asked Bobby.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"It's all just pranks," said Bobby.

"Well, we talked to the guy anyway," said Sam.

Sam and Dean were sitting at the local bar in a booth across from the kid who had claimed to have been attacked by aliens.

"You gotta give those purple nurples a shot," said Dean.

The kid looked at him and Sam cleared his throat.

"So what happened, Curtis?" asked Sam.

"I blacked out and when I woke up, they did tests on me. And they, uh, probed me," whispered Curtis.

Sam scratched the back of his neck, grimacing with discomfort, while Curtis downed another shot.

"Yikes. Some alien made you his bitch," said Dean. Curtis downed another shot while Sam glared at his immature brother.

"You guys are exaggerating again," said Bobby.

Sam and Dean looked at him seriously.

"No," they said in unison.

"Then this frat boy's just nuts," said Bobby.

"We're not so sure," said Dean.

Sam and Dean stood on the college campus looking at a huge circle of dead grass on the front lawn.

"That was made by some sort of jet engine," said Sam, tilting his head to the side.

"What the hell is going on? First the haunting, now this?" asked Dean.

"What could the connection possibly be?" asked Sam.

"I don't know. Let's keep digging," said Dean.

"You and Curtis live in the same house?" asked Dean to a fraternity brother of Curtis' that they had met outside the fraternity house.

"Yeah. He said it was aliens, but, you know," said the kid.

"I know this must be so hard. And I'm here for you. You brave little soldier," said Sam, tearing up.

He pulled the boy in for a hug and the kid held his arms at his sides as Sam hugged him. Dean looked away, hiding a laugh behind a cough.

"I never said that!" said Sam.

"You're always saying pansy shit like that," said Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes and Sam shook his head.

"Unbelievable," he muttered.

Bobby's eyebrows rose.

The kid patted Sam's shoulder awkwardly before stepping away from the embrace.

"Well, thanks. For the hug. But I'm really okay."

Sam nodded, sniffling.

"Honestly, Curtis had it coming," said the kid, his attention now on Dean.

"Why is that?" asked Dean.

"He's our pledge master. He put us through hell this semester."

Dean and Sam entered the motel room quietly, thinking Alex was asleep. Alex was sitting up in bed, watching a movie on TV. Dean threw his car keys on the table and walked over to her, leaning down and kissing her forehead. He sat on the loveseat and rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

"At least there's one connection. Both victims were dicks," said Dean.

Sam scoffed. He lifted up the bed covers, searching for something.

"Hey. Where's my laptop?" he asked.

"Don't know," said Dean.

"No idea," said Alex.

Sam moved to the empty bed and lifted up the sheets to look for it there. "Where'd you hide it, Dean?"

"I didn't touch it. Looks like you lost it," said Dean.

"Did you take his computer?" asked Bobby, looking at Dean in a stern, fatherly way.

"Serves him right, but no," said Dean.

"Oh dear Lord. Can you please finish the story?" asked Alex.

"So there was another victim. We didn't see his one either," said Sam.

"He was an animal tester in a lab. A dick, which fits the pattern," said Dean.

"Cops didn't release cause of death so we checked it out ourselves," said Sam.

"And?" asked Bobby.

"He was mutilated. By an alligator," said Dean.

"Another urban legend," said Alex.

Sam nodded.

"So we split up and each took one end of the sewer," said Dean.

"Did you find anything?" asked Bobby.

"Not in the sewer," said Dean.

Alex was sitting on her bed, braiding her hair when Dean entered the motel room. Sam followed behind Dean and Alex dropped her hair and stared at her brothers.

"You can't let air out of the car's tires! It'll bend the rims!" yelled Dean.

"I didn't touch your car," said Sam.

"Then why was your money clip by the car?" Dean held up the silver money clip.

"Give it back," said Sam.

"No."

Sam reached out for it, but Dean quickly moved it away from Sam's grasp. Sam tackled Dean to the empty bed and reached for it again, but Dean fought back and kept it out of Sam's reach.

"You showed up about an hour after that," said Alex, nodding to Bobby. Bobby stood up and looked at the boys.

"I'm surprised at you two. Sam, Dean didn't steal your computer. And Dean, Sam didn't touch your car," said Bobby.

Alex stood up next to Bobby and rested her hands on her hips.

"And if you two hadn't been so preoccupied with bitching at each other, you would know that you're dealing with a trickster."

Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at Alex.

"That's what I thought."

Alex rolled her eyes and smacked Dean upside the head.

"You two were the biggest clue," continued Alex.

"I mean, these things create mischief without any trouble. It has you two so turned around that you aren't paying any attention!" yelled Bobby.

"It's like a demi-god," said Alex.

"They normally look like humans," said Bobby.

"The janitor," said Dean.

Alex nodded. Bobby beamed at her and kissed her cheek.

"That is why she's my favorite."

Alex smiled and stuck her tongue out at Dean and Sam.

Sam and Dean followed behind the janitor up to the third floor of the university's main hall. As they rounded the corner, Sam stopped and sighed.

"Fuck. I forgot something in the truck. You two go ahead. I'll catch up."

Dean nodded and followed the janitor up the rest of the steps while Sam walked down the way they had come and outside. He found the employee's locker room and found the janitor's locker. Sam opened it and found a stack of trashy tabloid magazines inside. The magazine on top of the stack blared about alien abductions. Sam threw it back in the locker and went to find Dean.

That night, Dean was walking around the campus. He entered the main hall and went looking for the janitor. He grabbed a wooden stake out of his jacket and was heading up the stairs when he heard music coming from the auditorium down the hall. Dean stuck the stake back into his jacket and entered the auditorium. Barry White was blasting through the speakers and two pretty girls were sitting on a huge bed that was resting in the middle of the stage. Dean walked over to the edge of the stage.

"We've been waiting for you, Dean," said the blonde woman.

"You guys aren't real," said Dean.

"C'mon. Let us give you a massage," said the brunette woman.

"They're a peace offering," said a male voice behind Dean.

Dean turned around to see the janitor sitting in an auditorium seat.

"Well, I can't let you keep hurting people," said Dean.

"You can't even let me run off to the next town?" asked the janitor.

"Nope. Sorry."

The trickster nodded slowly.

"Well, you shouldn't have come alone."

"I couldn't agree more," said Dean.

The trickster turned as Sam, Bobby, and Alex entered the auditorium with stakes in their hands. Dean took his own stake out of his jacket.

"Not bad," said the trickster. "You wanna see a real trick?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed together and Alex screamed as a huge man with a chainsaw appeared behind her. Alex fell to the ground and began crawling backwards away from the man as he walked toward her. Dean moved to stake the trickster, but was stopped by the brunette. She grabbed him and threw him onto the stage. The man with the chainsaw swiped at Alex, but Sam moved in front of her.

The blonde woman grabbed Dean and flung him back into the seats. Sam tackled the man with the saw to the ground. He stopped moving and Sam reached out a hand to Alex, who took it and Sam pulled her up to a standing position. She ran over to Bobby and Sam threw his stake to Dean. Dean stood up and stabbed the trickster in the stomach. The trickster gasped and the girls and the man with the saw disappeared.

"You guys okay?" called Dean.

"I think so," said Sam.

"Let's get the hell outta here before someone finds that body," said Bobby.

They all hustled out of the auditorium and outside, where it was lightly raining. Alex held her palm to her eyebrow where she had been cut during the fight with the chainsaw man.

"Let me see it," said Sam.

He removed her hand and held her face in between his hands as he inspected the cut.

"Here, hold this on it," said Sam.

He took off his shirt, then took off his wifebeater that he wore under his shirt, handing it to her. He slipped his shirt back on and Alex held the wifebeater to her head as they got in the car and drove away.

Dean was driving the Impala down a dark, deserted road in the middle of the night. There was no traffic coming from either direction on the road. The rain was pounding down in sheets and thunder clapped every few minutes with lightning flashing along with the thunder. Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out his window at the rain. Alex was sitting in the back, looking out the window as well.

Dean rounded a corner in the road and the speedometer was hitting 80 mph when a woman emerged from the trees. Dean slammed on his brakes and the woman jogged over to the passenger side of the car, tapping on Sam's window with her knuckles. He slowly rolled down his window, staring apprehensively at the woman. The woman was gasping for breath and Sam held up his palm to her.

"Alright, calm down."

The woman nodded and stepped back from the car. Dean shut off the car and all of the siblings climbed out to speak to the mystery woman.

"Tell us what happened," said Dean.

"My husband and I were driving down this road. A man stepped out in front of our car, so I swerved and we crashed. When I came to, my husband was gone and that's when the man from the road started chasing me."

"Did he happen to look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?" asked Dean.

Sam looked at Dean, his eyebrows raised.

"How did you know that?" asked the woman, looking at Dean curiously.

"Lucky guess," said Dean, shrugging.

"What's your name?" asked Sam, turning back to face the woman.

"Molly. Molly Macmara."

"Molly, I think you should come with us," said Alex.

"I can't. I'm not leaving without David."

Sam sighed.

"Will you just take me back to my car?" asked Molly, her eyes wide.

Dean nodded and Molly climbed into the Impala's backseat with Alex sitting next to her.

Molly led the way as the Winchester siblings walked behind her to find the ditch in which Molly's car was stuck. They all stepped up to the edge of the small hole in the ground, but saw nothing there.

"I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. This doesn't make any sense," said Molly.

She stepped down into the ditch while the Winchesters stood back.

Once Molly was out of earshot, Sam turned to face Alex and Dean.

"We gotta get outta here. Greely could be here any second."

"What are you gonna tell her?" asked Dean.

Sam shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"The truth," he finally answered.

Molly turned to them, still standing in the ditch.

"I don't know who could've taken it. It was totaled."

Alex threw her jacket's hood over her head as the rain began coming down faster and faster.

"Molly, we believe you. But we gotta get you outta here," said Sam, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"What about David?"

"Let's go to the cops. We'll take you to the station ourselves," said Alex, the ends of her blonde hair sticking out from underneath her hood.

Molly looked at all three of them.

"Okay."

She climbed out of the ditch and followed them back to the Impala.

Molly was sitting next to Alex in the backseat of the Impala as Dean drove to the police station. Alex was leaning her head against the window, her jacket hood still over her head.

"We're supposed to be in Tahoe for our five year anniversary," said Molly. "We were arguing about the dumbest things. The last thing I said to him was that he was a jerk."

Molly started crying and Alex lifted her head up to look at her. At that same moment, the radio crackled to life and a song began to play.

"Did you…" asked Dean, glancing at Sam.

"Nope," answered Sam.

Molly leaned forward, looking at Sam and Dean.

"This song was playing when we crashed."

Alex's eyes widened. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat.

The radio dial moved to a different station and a man's voice came out of the speakers, saying, "She's mine," over and over again.

"What is that?" whispered Molly.

Sam's jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth and Dean stared at the road in front of him. A man stood in the middle of the road, staring all of them down. All of their eyes widened and Dean stepped on the gas. He drove through the man and he disappeared as a black mist. They all looked out the back window once they had passed him.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Molly.

"Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be alright," reassured Sam.

Suddenly, the car's engine began clanking and the car slowed. Dean let go of the steering wheel as the car pulled over to the shoulder of the road. Dean grabbed the key and tried to start the engine, but nothing happened.

"I don't think it's gonna let her leave," said Alex, pushing her hood down.

Dean, Alex, Sam, and Molly exited the Impala. Dean walked around to the back and unlocked the trunk.

"This can't be happening," said Molly.

"Trust me, it's happening," said Alex.

She joined Dean at the trunk while Molly leaned against the side of the car, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes to calm down. Dean propped the trunk open and grabbed his rifle, beginning to load it. Molly opened her eyes, saw the gun, and began walking backwards, away from them. Sam and Dean stayed at the trunk, loading their weapons while Alex walked over to Molly.

"Look, it wasn't a coincidence we found you," said Alex.

Dean and Sam stopped what they were doing and looked at the girls.

"What are you talking about?" asked Molly.

"We were already out here. Hunting," answered Dean.

"Hunting what?"

Sam opened his mouth to answer her question, but Dean beat him.

"Ghosts."

Molly's jaw dropped open and Dean walked back to the trunk.

"Don't sugarcoat it for her," said Alex, sarcastically, throwing her hands up.

"You're nuts," said Molly, shaking her head.

"Really? About as nuts with a vanishing guy," said Dean, looking at Molly.

He raised his eyebrows and Molly looked down at the gravel road, toeing the rocks.

"You know what you saw," said Alex.

She helped Dean load the guns at the trunk.

"We think his name is Jonah Greely. He was a farmer who died 15 years ago on this highway," explained Sam, slowly stepping closer to Molly, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Stop," whispered Molly.

Sam continued. "One night of every year, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To stop him."

"And I suppose this ghost made my car disappear too?" asked Molly.

"Crazier things have happened," called Dean from the back of the car.

Molly shook her head and turned her back on all three of them.

"You're not gonna get far," said Alex.

Molly angled her body to them slightly, stopping.

"Greely's not gonna let you leave this highway," said Sam.

Molly's eyes filled with tears.

"Look, we're gonna help you. But first, you gotta help us," said Dean.

"How?" asked Molly.

"Take us to where you saw him," answered Sam.

Molly led the way to a small wood cabin in the middle of the woods.

"This is where I saw him," she said.

Dean walked in first, his siblings following closely behind him.

"No markings or gravestones outside," said Sam.

"Why does that matter?" asked Molly.

"So we can salt and burn the corpse," said Dean.

"It'll help you and David," said Alex.

Molly nodded and watched as the three of them looked around.

"Nothing here. Let's keep looking," said Dean.

They stepped outside and began walking down a rocky path. Dean led the way in the front with Molly bringing up the rear. After a few moments of walking in silence, Sam turned around to see that Molly was no longer behind him. He heard gunshots and ran toward the sound of them. Dean and Alex were standing in front of Molly as she sat on the ground.

"We're all fine. Greely just popped up," explained Alex.

"Hey. Follow the yellow brick road," said Dean, pointing to a small, well-hidden path a few feet in front of them.

The four of them entered a creepy looking, run-down house that rested at the end of the road. They stepped onto the wrap-around porch and walked through the front door. Dean threw his duffel bag onto the moth eaten couch.

"Sam and Molly, you take the upstairs. Alex and I have downstairs."

Sam nodded and followed Molly up the stairs.

Sam and Molly entered the first door on their right at the top of the staircase. Papers were strewn all over the room. Molly grabbed a photo album off the windowsill where it was resting and began leafing through the pages.

"Looks at this," she said.

Sam walked over to her and they sat on the edge of the bed to look through the album.

"How could a man so sweet turn into such a monster?" asked Molly.

She finished reading a love letter in the album that Greely had written to his wife and looked up at Sam.

"Well, spirits like his are like wounded animals. They're in so much pain that they lash out," explained Sam.

"But why here?" asked Molly.

"There's some part keepin' him here. Like unfinished business. Love, hate, whatever," said Sam.

Molly nodded.

"There's nothin' downstairs," said Alex as she flounced into the room. Dean entered a few seconds behind her.

"Find anything?" he asked.

"Not really," said Sam.

Dean stopped walking when he reached the dresser in the room.

"There's somethin' behind here."

He pulled the dresser away from the wall and kicked in a small door in the wall using the toe of his boot. Once the hole was large enough, Dean crawled through it and into the attic with the other three following him.

"Well, explains why no one saw Mrs. Greely ever again," said Dean.

They all looked up and saw a skeleton hanging from the ceiling.

"She couldn't bear to live without him," said Molly.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"C'mon. Let's put her to rest," said Alex. Sam nodded and reached up, helping Alex get her down.

Dean helped Sam finish shoveling the dirt on top of the body, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Once they were finished, they re-entered the house. Molly was looking through the photo album she had found as she stood in the kitchen. Sam walked into the study where Alex and Dean sat.

"I think we should tell her about her husband," whispered Sam.

"We can't," said Dean.

"Dean, it's cruel letting her pine for him like this," said Alex.

"Look, let's get her out of here and then we'll tell her," said Dean.

"Tell me what?" asked Molly, standing in the doorway.

They all turned to look at her.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," whispered Alex.

"Look, Molly-" began Sam, but he stopped as the radio in the kitchen suddenly turned on by itself.

"He's coming," said Molly, her voice trembling with fear.

"Stay with her," said Dean, walking out of the room.

Sam and Alex stood with Molly, waiting for Dean to return. Sam nodded to Alex and stepped out of the room to join Dean. Suddenly, Greely yanked Molly through the window.

"He's got Molly!" yelled Alex, running to find Sam and Dean.

"We're on it. Stay here," said Dean, giving a stern look to Alex.

She nodded and watched her brothers run out of the house and into the night.

Dean threw his duffel bag over his shoulder.

"We got less than two hours till sunrise. We gotta move," said Dean.

Sam picked up an old photo album and began flipping through it.

"Hey, come look at this."

Dean and Alex stepped over to Sam and looked at the picture of Greely and his wife in front of the cabin a few miles into the woods.

"This was taken two weeks before the accident. I swear there's a tree right where they're standing though," said Sam.

Alex sighed, slapping a hand to her forehead.

"We're fuckin' dumbasses! A tree marks a grave sight," said Alex.

"Let's go," said Dean.

The siblings walked silently around the cabin, trying to stay quiet to save Molly. As they crept around a corner, Molly let out a scream.

"You get Molly. We'll burn the bones," said Alex, looking at Dean.

Dean nodded and walked into the cabin. Sam grabbed his shovel and started digging. Alex clutched the salt in her hands.

"Hurry up!" called Dean.

Sam jumped out of the hole and Alex quickly dumped the salt on the bones. Sam poured the kerosene on top, lit a match, and threw it on the bones. Inside the cabin, Greely burst into flames and disappeared.

Dean slapped the top of the Impala.

"Baby, it's been a long night."

He opened the trunk, throwing his duffel bag in it and climbing into the driver's seat.

"Alright, let's get you outta here," said Sam to Molly.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband," said Molly.

Sam looked away, avoiding Molly's stare.

"All this time and you knew Greely killed him. He's dead," accused Molly, her voice quaking with anger.

"No, Molly. David's alive," said Alex.

Molly smiled and Sam and Alex gently smiled back.

"We'll take you to him. C'mon," said Sam.

Molly obliged and got in the backseat next to Alex.

Dean pulled up to a house in the middle of a cul-de-sac, the lights in the house still on.

"He's in that house right there," said Sam, pointing to the house that was lit up.

"I don't understand," said Molly.

"You will," said Dean.

They all piled out of the car and Molly looked through the huge window into the house, the siblings standing behind her.

Molly's face fell as she looked at David.

"That's not… It can't be," muttered Molly.

She watched as a woman walked up to David and kissed him.

"What's happening?" Molly turned to face the siblings. "Who is that?"

"That's David's wife," said Alex. "

I'm sorry, Molly. 15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greely with your car. David survived," said Sam.

"There are two spirits haunting Highway 41. Jonah Greely… and you," finished Dean.

"That's impossible. It was our anniversary. February 22-"

"1995," finished Alex.

"Molly, it's 2012," said Dean.

"Oh, God," whispered Molly. "And Greely?"

"Each year, he punishes someone for his death. Chasing them, torturing them. Each year, it's you," said Sam.

"Why wait until now to tell me?"

"You wouldn't have believed us," said Dean.

"Molly, we brought you here so you could move on," explained Alex.

"It's time to go," said Sam.

Molly nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the middle of the street. A bright, white light appeared and Molly disappeared.

"Let's hit the road," said Dean.

Sam stood in the morgue as the medical examiner unlatched the drawer. She pulled out the dead body and Sam began inspecting the dead man's body.

"Pretty nasty bite," remarked Sam.

"Mmm-hmm," hummed the woman.

"You know what bit him?"

"We haven't quite determined that just yet."

Sam smiled. "C'mon, Doc. Off the record?"

The woman sighed, but turned to Sam and leaned in to whisper to him.

"Okay. Way, way off the record. If I didn't know better, I'd say the guy was attacked by a wolf."

Sam nodded. "One more thing. Was this guy's heart missing?"

The woman looked taken aback.

"Yeah. I haven't even finished my report. How'd you know that?" she asked.

Sam smiled. "Lucky guess."

The woman stared at him for a second longer before closing the drawer and walking Sam out of the building.

Dean was sitting on his bed in the motel room, cleaning one of his many guns. Sam stood up from his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"This lawyer guy the only heart-free corpse in town?" asked Dean.

"The first man. Over the past years, several women have gone missing. All with no hearts," said Sam.

He pulled his chair up to the bed and sat in it backwards. He took a drink from his beer before speaking again.

"Cops are looking for a serial killer."

"Lunar cycle?" asked Alex from the bathroom doorway. She leaned against the doorframe, her hair damp and wavy from her recent shower.

"Month after month, these murders happened in the week leading up to the full moon," answered Sam.

"And that's this week, right?" asked Dean.

"Hence the lawyer," said Sam.

Dean grinned a toothy grin. "Awesome!"

Alex scoffed and walked over to join her brothers. She sat down on the currently unoccupied bed.

"Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?"

"I'm sorry but werewolves are bad ass!"

Dean reached over to grab something out of the duffel bag on Alex's bed, but Alex held it out to him. Dean smirked, leaned over, and kissed her cheek. He sat back on his bed. He opened the box Alex had handed him, which was full of rows upon rows of silver bullets.

"The best part about this is that we already know how to bring the sucker down."

Dean picked out a bullet from the box and held it between his right thumb and index finger.

"Silver bullet to the heart."

"So what's our next move?" asked Alex.

"Talk to the girl who found the body," said Sam.

Sam knocked on the front door of the apartment. A woman answered the door and stared at the three of them incredulously.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Madison Aragon?" asked Sam.

The woman nodded.

"We're with the police," said Sam.

Madison sighed and stepped aside to let them in. Once they were all inside, she led the way to her kitchen.

"I don't understand. I already gave my statement."

She grabbed her coffee mug off the counter and walked into the living room with the Winchesters following. A man was kneeling on the floor in front of her TV, plugging in some cables.

"This is my neighbor, Glenn." Madison introduced them.

Glenn stood up and she turned to him.

"This is Detective…" She trailed off and looked at the three of them expectantly.

"Landis," filled in Alex. She slapped Sam's shoulder.

"Detective Dante and Detective Smith," finished Alex, pointing at Dean.

Glenn smiled at them and cleared his throat. "Guess I'll leave you to it."

"Okay. Thanks for everything," said Madison.

Glenn nodded and walked out of the still wide-open front door of the apartment.

"Have a seat," said Madison, motioning to the couch.

Sam, Dean, and Alex sat down on the couch while she sat in an armchair across from them.

"You were Nate Mulligans assistant, right?" asked Sam.

Madison nodded. "For two years."

"So you knew all about him," said Dean.

"Did he have any enemies?" asked Alex.

"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack and not human," said Madison.

"Yeah. But we like to cover all the bases," said Dean.

"Well, my ex-boyfriend Kurt Mueller got it in his head that there was something between Nate and I. The last time I saw him was the night Nate died," said Madison.

"So what do you think?" asked Dean. He followed behind Sam and Alex as the three of them walked down Madison's front porch steps and towards the Impala.

"Stalker ex-boyfriend hates the boss. And he was there that night," said Sam.

"Think he's our werewolf?" asked Alex.

"It's a theory," answered Sam.

He stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket as they walked down the sidewalk toward the car.

"I say we pay Kurt a visit," said Dean. Alex nodded in agreement and climbed into the backseat of the Impala.

Dean unlocked Kurt's apartment door with a bobby pin, peeking his head around the corner to make sure it was safe to go in. Once he decided the coast was clear, he opened the door fully and led the way inside. Sam checked out the living room while Dean opened the fridge.

"Anything?" asked Alex, sifting through the newspaper racks.

"Nah, just some leftovers," said Dean.

He shut the fridge door and reached up to open the freezer. He grabbed the handle to open the freezer when a noise came from the open window. Dean walked over to the window and pulled back the sheer curtain, climbing through the window and onto the balcony. He stepped out farther onto the balcony so that Sam and Alex would have room to join him.

"Hey, c'mere," he called through the open window.

Sam and Alex climbed through the window as well. They all looked over the balcony's ledge at the same time and saw claw marks on the side of the apartment building. They retreated back into the apartment and began looking for more clues. The three of them were standing at the counter, flipping through the mail, when they heard gunshots. They barreled out the front door and into the back alley next to the apartment building to see a policeman that had been mauled to death lying on the asphalt behind a trash bin. Sam turned away, disgusted at the smell.

"I'll call 911," said Dean.

"If Kurt's out here, we better check on Madison," said Alex, looking at her brothers.

Using his knuckles, Sam rapped on the door of Madison's apartment loudly, but gently. The door slowly opened and Madison stood on the other side, her eyes tired.

"We need to talk," said Sam.

Madison nodded and ushered the three siblings inside. They followed her to the kitchen and she poured each of them a cup of coffee.

"Has Kurt been here?" asked Sam.

"Not exactly," said Madison.

She set down the coffee pot she was still holding and looked at all of them.

"He was outside last night. Just… looking. At me. Has he done something?"

"It's probably nothing, but we just don't wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you. In case he stops by," said Dean.

"Do you mind grabbing his work address for us?" asked Alex.

Madison shook her head and left the kitchen.

"Alright. You two go, I'll stay," volunteered Sam.

"Forget that. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick," said Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes and set her coffee mug in Madison's kitchen sink.

"Dude, why do you always get to hang with the hot girls?" asked Sam.

"'Cause I'm older," smirked Dean, taking a small sip from his coffee.

"Nah, fuck that. Let's settle this the old fashioned way," said Sam. He set his mug down on the counter in front of him and took Dean's cup from his hands, setting it next to his own on the counter.

Sam held up his fist and Dean did the same. Alex smirked and hopped up on the counter to watch the game.

The boys smacked their open palms with their clenched fists three quick times in succession. Sam held up rock while Dean had scissors.

"Dean, always with the scissors," said Sam.

"Shut up, shut up. Two outta three," said Dean.

Sam sighed and shook his head, but obliged Dean's request as they played again. Sam threw out rock once again, while Dean used scissors.

"God!" yelled Dean and Alex laughed.

Dean walked out of the room, mumbling under his breath as he did so. Alex jumped off the counter. She walked over to Sam and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Have fun, Sammy!" said Alex. She winked at him and followed Dean out of the apartment.

Sam sat on the couch as Madison folded her laundry on the kitchen table. His phone rang and Sam pulled it out of his pocket to answer the call.

"Let me guess. You're sittin' on her couch like a stiff, tryin' to think of somethin' to say," said Dean on the other end of the call.

"Did you find Kurt?" asked Sam.

"He hasn't been at work all week. But since Alex and I are so good, we got an idea of where he might be."

Dean paused for a few seconds. "What's she wearing?"

"Bye, Dean," said Sam. He hung up and stuck his phone back in his pocket.

Alex and Dean were back at the motel, trying to track down Kurt.

"How much you wanna bet Sam is watching a soap opera with Madison right now?" asked Alex.

Dean smirked. "Oh, I know he is."

Madison flipped the Power button on her television remote to turn off the T.V. as the credits rolled, indicating the show was over.

"So Kendall married Ethan's dad to get back at him?" asked Sam.

"Yep," said Madison.

"What a bitch!" said Sam, shaking his head.

Madison laughed and Sam laughed with her, realizing how ridiculous he was acting. Once he stopped laughing, he glanced at Madison, a serious expression on his face.

"What were you doing with Kurt?" asked Sam.

"I don't know. We all make mistakes and now mine is wanted by the police," said Madison.

Sam smiled sadly.

"Honestly, I was scared to leave. Too insecure."

"I find that hard to believe," said Sam, his eyebrows raised.

"Well, my life changed. For the better, I think," said Madison.

"How?"

"Well, I got mugged," answered Madison.

"And that's a… good thing?" asked Sam, his confusion evident in his raised eyebrows and tone of voice.

"I know, it's weird. Don't get me wrong, it definitely rattled me. Then it hit me. I could keep feeling sorry for myself or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter," said Madison.

"You're impressive," said Sam, a small smile playing on his lips. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Suddenly, Sam's phone rang and he turned away from her to answer it.

"Hello?"

"We found him," said Alex from the other end of the phone call.

"Good. Don't take your eyes off him."

Alex looked over at Dean, who was watching a stripper slide down a pole. She then glanced across the strip club at Kurt, who was also watching the stripper.

"Oh, Dean's eyes are glued," said Alex, rolling her eyes.

"Alex, are you at a strip club?" asked Sam.

"Unfortunately, yes. Listen, I gotta let you go, Sammy." Alex hung up and sat down at the bar, flagging down the bartender.

Later that same night, Alex and Dean were standing in an alley outside of Kurt's apartment. Dean loaded his gun with silver bullets and Alex has just reloaded her gun when the sound of glass shattering startled both of them. They looked up and saw that Kurt's window had been broken, glass raining down onto the pavement. They rushed into the building and ran up the stairs to Kurt's apartment. Dean kicked open the door to Kurt's apartment and ran inside, his gun raised. Alex stood behind him and Dean lowered his gun when he saw Kurt lying on the floor, dead. A woman was ripping him apart with her teeth and she turned to face them, her werewolf features ever prominent in the moonlight. Alex silently gasped as she saw that it was Madison who faced them. Madison attacked Dean and his gun fell out of his hands. He pulled a silver knife from his pocket and swiped at Madison. She whimpered in pain and grabbed her elbow where Dean had nicked her. She ran out onto the balcony and jumped from it, disappearing from sight. Alex ran over to Dean, who was slumped against the wall, unconscious. She sighed and sat next to him, her eyes slowly closing from exhaustion.

As the sunlight poured into the apartment, Dean opened his eyes, rubbing sleep out of them. Alex was leaning on his shoulder and he gently smoothed her hair back behind her ear. She opened her eyes and sat up, yawning. Dean stood, grabbing Alex's hand and helping her stand up. They looked down at Kurt's dead and mangled body.

"We better call Sammy," said Alex.

Dean nodded and rubbed his hands over his face. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Sam's number.

"Sam," said Dean.

"Dean. You and Alex okay?" asked Sam on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, now that we're conscious. The werewolf knocked me out." Dean sighed before continuing. "Sam… it's Madison."

"What?"

"Yeah, awesome job of keepin' an eye on her."

"Dean, I've been here the whole time. She's dead asleep."

"Well, she wasn't an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife."

Sam sighed. "Let me talk to Alex."

Dean held the phone out to his sister, who grabbed it and put it to her ear.

"Alex. Is it true?" asked Sam.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," whispered Alex. She heard Sam hang up and she handed Dean his phone.

Sam turned to face Madison as she woke up. She sat up in bed and Sam glanced at her right arm below her elbow. A red gash was there, long and narrow. Sam's expression turned sad and he walked out of the room, Madison calling after him. She scurried out of her bed and watched as Sam locked and bolted the front door of the apartment.

"You're not leaving this apartment," said Sam.

Madison sat in a kitchen chair while Sam stood in front of her, his arms crossed across his chest and a gun in his right hand.

"You're psychotic. The whole 'I'm a cop' trip. God, I'm so stupid," said Madison.

"I guess neither of us are who we said we were, huh?" accused Sam.

"Sam, you're imagining things. Monsters don't exist."

"You know what? Save the act."

"It's not an act! Werewolves don't exist, okay? They're not real."

Sam moved over to Madison, kneeling by her side.

"Oh yeah? Then where did that come from?" asked Sam, pointing the end of his gun at her gash.

"I don't know. But I'm not what you think I am. I'm not," sobbed Madison.

A knock pounded on the door and Sam walked over to answer it. Dean and Alex walked into the apartment and Sam slammed the door shut behind them. Madison looked at them, her face soaked with tears.

"My head feels great. Thanks," said Dean sarcastically as he glared at Madison.

"We gotta talk," said Sam. He walked into the kitchen and Alex and Dean followed him.

"She says she has no idea what I'm talking about," said Sam.

"She's lying," said Dean.

"Or maybe she has no idea she's changing," said Alex.

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk? C'mon, Sam. She ganked her ex and her boss," said Dean.

"Look, there was something in her eyes," said Sam.

"We're not putting a bullet through some girl's chest when she has no idea what's happening," said Alex.

"We could cure her if we kill the werewolf that bit her," said Sam. He grabbed his dad's journal from the counter and opened it, flipping through the pages until he found the right one. He held it out to Dean, who skimmed the page.

"This says 'might,' Sam. Meaning who the hell knows."

Alex rolled her eyes at Dean and jumped up on the counter to sit.

"It's worth a shot," said Sam.

"We don't even know where to start looking," said Dean.

Sam shook his head and walked past Dean. He opened the door that led into the living room and Madison looked up at him as he approached.

"Madison. When were you mugged?"

Dean and Alex stood behind Sam and Madison glared at all three of them.

"'Bout a month ago."

"Did you see the guy?" asked Sam.

"No. He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he bite you?"

Madison looked at him curiously. "How did you know that?"

Sam ignored her question and asked another one of his own. "Where?"

"The back of my neck."

Sam held up his gun and then set it down on the table beside him. Madison bent her head down as Sam knelt down beside her. He pushed her hair to the side. On the back of Madison's neck was a bite mark that resembled a crescent moon. Sam moved her hair back and stood up.

"Where were you at the time?" asked Dean.

"Walking home from a friend's loft, not too far from…"

"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point," said Alex. Madison nodded.

Sam closed the door to the kitchen once again before turning and speaking to his siblings.

"Same place where those other murders happened."

"Look, Madi's gonna turn soon," said Dean.

"I'll stay with her," said Sam.

"And if she busts loose?" asked Dean. He looked at Sam and Alex bit her lip, waiting for Sam's answer. Sam looked away and sighed.

"Sam," urged Dean.

"I'll shoot her, alright? But Dean, I need you and Alex to go out there. Please. We can save this girl," said Sam.

Dean looked at Sam's face. "Fine." He walked past Sam to the front door. Alex walked up to Sam and held his face in her hands so he would look at her.

"I'll make sure we look," she said.

"Thank you," said Sam.

Alex nodded and Sam put his hands on her wrists, gently pulling them away from his face. Alex walked past him and followed Dean out of the apartment.

"Please. Just let me go," begged Madison.

Sam sighed and knelt down in front of her.

"Look, I know you're scared. But I'm doin' this because I'm tryin' to help you," said Sam. Madison began crying again, but Sam continued talking. "And I'm not gonna lie. The odds aren't exactly in our favor. But, if this goes away, I'll untie you and I'll walk out that door and never come back. You'll live the rest of your life and I'll just be a bad memory," finished Sam.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, Madison crying silently.

A few hours later, Sam stood with his back turned to Madison as she turned into a werewolf. Her nails grew long and her teeth became fangs as she broke free of her bonds and scratched Sam's cheek, attacking him. Sam aimed his gun at her and when she lunged for him, Sam darted quickly out of the way. Madison fell into the closet and Sam shut the door. He pushed a cabinet in front of the closet door and sat on the floor in front of the cabinet, his gun in his hand and blood oozing out of the cut on his cheek.

Once the sun had finished rising over the horizon, Sam opened the closet door. Madison stood up and looked at him.

"It should be over now. You'll never see me again," said Sam.

Madison turned around in a full circle to look at the damage she had caused in her closet. There were scratch marks all over the door and the walls. When she turned back around, Sam was gone, nothing left behind to even show that he had ever been there.

"It was kind of sad, really. Glenn had no clue what was goin' on," said Dean.

Sam nodded and Dean sat up in his seat. He glanced at Alex in the backseat. She was sound asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.

"So you like Madison, huh? Maybe, uh…"

"Dean, she thought I was a lunatic," said Sam.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on Sam's window and both Sam and Dean turned to look at Madison. Sam rolled down his window.

"You know, for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous."

"We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we gotta be a hundred percent, so…" said Dean.

"Well, if we're gonna wait it out, we might as well do it together. And your sister should sleep someplace comfortable," said Madison. She motioned her head towards her apartment.

Dean walked into the apartment with Alex cradled in his arms. Madison pointed to her bedroom and Dean carried Alex into the room. He laid her down and removed her shoes as gently as possible. He covered her up and kissed her forehead before walking back into the living room where Madison and Sam sat.

"So when will we know for sure?" asked Madison.

"Sun up," answered Sam. Madison nodded. Dean glanced at Sam.

"Look, I'm gonna crash with Alex. I'll have my gun, okay?" Sam nodded and watched Dean enter the bedroom. Dean kicked off his shoes and lay down next to Alex on the bed. He closed his eyes and Sam sat next to Madison on the couch.

The next morning, Sam, Madison, and Dean stood next to the window, watching the sun rise.

"Does this mean it worked?" asked Madison.

Sam smiled. "Yeah, I think so."

Madison threw her arms around him. "Thank you so much!"

Sam hugged her back and Dean cleared his throat. Madison let go of Sam and looked at Dean. "You too, Dean."

"Don't mention it," said Dean.

Alex entered the room then, her hair damp from her shower. "So it worked?" she asked. Madison nodded. Alex caught Sam's eye and she winked. "So Dean and I are just gonna head back to the motel. See you later. Oh, and thanks for letting me sleep here, Madison." Madison waved Alex off and Alex grabbed Dean's arm, leading him towards the door. Dean stuck his fist up in the air and gave one final smirk at Sam before following Alex out of the apartment. Madison smiled.

"That was smooth."

"He means well," said Sam.

"He means you're gonna get laid."

Sam's head snapped up to look at Madison. She looked at him and her mouth met his in a feverish need. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Sam carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. Their lips disconnected as they removed their shirts, but met again once their shirts were off. Madison's fingernails dug into Sam's back as he removed the rest of her clothes. He shed his pants and boxers before resting his body over hers and kissing her gently. He intertwined his right hand with hers and pressed them above Madison's head on the bed as he slid into her.

Sam woke up in the middle of the night and saw that Madison was not beside him. He sat up and looked around the room. He looked at the window and saw Madison crouched next to the window, her teeth bared. Sam rushed over to her as she jumped out the window. Sam threw on all of his clothes and ran out of the apartment, heading for the motel.

Sam banged on the motel room door. Dean opened it, looking at Sam.

"She turned."

"What?"

"I couldn't grab her in time," panted Sam.

"We'll find her, Sammy," reassured Dean. He grabbed his jacket from his bed. Alex grabbed her jacket and followed her brothers out the door.

"I already called Bobby," said Sam. They jogged down the steps and stepped onto the sidewalk outside of the motel.

"Why didn't she turn the other night?" asked Dean.

"Maybe she has to be asleep to turn," answered Alex.

"Look, we have to save her," said Sam.

"Sammy, I don't think we have a choice anymore," said Dean. "I hate to say it, but part of her is evil."

Alex turned away from them.

"That's what they say about me, Dean. So me, you won't kill, but her, you're just gonna blow away?" asked Sam.

Sam's phone rang then and he answered it quickly.

"Sam?" asked Madison.

"Madison. Where are you?"

"Um, the street sign says Middlepoint."

"Hold on, Madi. We're comin' to get you." Sam hung up and got in the Impala with his siblings.

Dean's gun sat on a coffee table as Madison sat at the kitchen table. Sam sat next to her while Dean and Alex sat on the table.

"I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?" asked Madison.

Sam looked down, a pained expression on his face.

"There's no way to know yet," said Dean.

"Is there something else we can try?" asked Madison.

"We'll find something. There's gotta be some answer," said Sam.

"That's not entirely true," whispered Alex. "Madison, you deserve to know. There's just no cure."

Madison looked at Sam. "Is she right?"

Sam stood up and turned away from them.

"We could lock you up at night. Some night, you'd bust out. Someone else dies," said Dean. "I'm sorry, I am."

"So I guess that's all there is to it then," said Madison.

"Stop it. Don't talk like that," said Sam.

"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you." Madison's eyes filled with tears. She swiped them away and reached for the gun resting on the table. She stood up and walked over to Sam.

"Put that down," said Sam.

"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me," sobbed Madison.

"Madison. No."

"Sam, I'm a monster."

"You don't have to be. We can find a way, okay? I'm gonna save you."

"You tried. This is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it."

"I can't," said Sam.

"I don't wanna die. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me," whispered Madison.

Sam shook his head, pain etched on his face. Dean stood up and Alex wiped away her own tears as she stood up as well. Dean walked over and took the gun from Madison as Sam's eyes welled with tears. Sam walked into the entryway and his siblings followed.

Sam's back was turned to Dean and Alex as they entered the entryway behind him.

"Sam," said Dean.

Sam turned to them and Alex's heart broke for her twin brother as he began to cry, causing Alex to start crying again.

"I'm sorry," said Dean.

"No, you're right. She's right," said Sam.

"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it," volunteered Dean.

"She asked me to."

"You don't have to."

"Yes, I do."

More tears fell down Sam's face as he realized what he needed to do. Alex grabbed Dean's hand for comfort and Dean intertwined their fingers as Alex continued to cry with Sam. Sam held out his hand for the gun that Dean held.

"Please."

Dean hesitantly placed the gun in Sam's open palm and Sam's shaking fingers closed around the gun.

"Just wait here."

Sam turned away and headed back into the kitchen. Alex continued crying as Dean squeezed her hand. Sam looked at them from the doorway, his face full of pain and tears streaking his face.

"Sam," whispered Alex as Sam walked out of sight and into the kitchen.

Dean pulled Alex into his chest, where she burst into full on sobs. Dean's lip trembled and a tear fell down his cheek from the thought of his brother's heartache. He kissed Alex's temple as she continued crying. Both of them flinched as the gun went off and then, all was silent.