Shaz, Shaz. You know I cannot confirm or deny that. Hopefully this chapter will help you decide for yourself. If not, you'll definitely have an answer soon! Guaranteed!

Pandy, first of all, can I call you Pandy? Let me know. Well, welcome to the only obsession I have greater than Supernatural. Enjoy the chapter!

All the pacing he did when we got back to the apartment must have worn him out. He eventually slumped down in the bedroom chair to continue his worrying.

"You okay?" I asked, and he just grumbled that he was.

"You sure? You don't look okay."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Good." I said, ignoring the irritation in his voice, "I'm glad. I just don't get it."

"Neither do I." He said with a brief glance to Kiers. It was the first time he'd looked at her since he'd set her down on the mattress. She was still a vegetable.

He looked away before his heart broke. I ignored that too.

"I mean, with all that blood?" I turned my attention to the torn clothes he'd stuffed in the waste basket, "I just would have assumed you had a scratch or two to show for it."

"Yeah, me too, but I don't." He continued staring at the wall. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked up to me for an answer. "So what do you think it is? You said some sort of demonic infection?"

I blinked.

Had I said that?

"I don't know." I shook my head, "That, or maybe some sort of psycho-possession? A trance? Whatever it is, it's definitely not in here." I said, pretending to paw through the pages of Dad's journal.

This was like nothing we'd ever seen before, and I just knew dad hadn't seen it before either.

"What's even the point?" I muttered. "I mean, in all seriousness, what's the advantage of turning her, of all people into 'that' of all things? It doesn't make sense. Unless whatever did its 'master plan' is to turn the world into vegetables. Then, I'd say, it's off to a perfect start."

"Would you stop with the vegetable thing?" He asked harshly with soft eyes.

"Why?" I laughed as I thought of another way to dehumanize her. "Don't tell me you've grown attached to it, Sam! She's a two-timing bitch, remember?"

I sure remembered. The ring on her finger. The hate in her voice. That stonewall she'd stuck between me and her sister. No. No way. I mean, I knew he had a crush, but we'd talked about it. It was the last conversation I remembered having with him—telling him he could do better. Better like Jess.

"You know what?" He uttered in disbelief, then stood to challenge me. "You're wrong about her," He finished angrily, but I saw the break in his face and I just smiled. I'll admit, a small part of me was entertained.

"And did you ever, once, stop to think," He added—eyes begging me to understand— "that maybe she was a bitch because you are such an ass?"

"Okay, fine. So she's not a bitch." I said, pretending to consider it. "She's a wonderful, engaged, person I just misunderstood. Happy? But she's still infected. Can we PLEASE tie her up?"

"No." He huffed offensively. Shaking his head like I was dumb, "She's not a threat, and she's not engaged."

"YET!" I yelled, ignoring the irrelevance of her martial status. The ring was 'conveniently' missing from her finger, so I couldn't prove him wrong there, but I could get him to come to his senses by focusing on the key issue at hand—the fact her eyes were glowy-pink. Not a pretty pink, and not anything too funky—just pink. Weird pink. A shade somewhere between love and death.

"What if she wakes up, Sam? I doubt she'll be happy as sunshine then. She ain't right. We have to do something, and if we can't kill it, we should at least try an exorcism, binding spell. Something!"

"Fine. A binding spell. But that's it." He agreed with reluctance.

"Fine." I repeated, "Stuff's in the car."

I wasn't leaving him alone with her. Not while her hands were stained with his blood. No way, she wasn't fooling me. I knew she was evil, even before this.

He scoffed, and shook his head, but when he realized I wasn't moving, he went to get it anyway. The second Sammy left, I knew what I had to do. Got the gun I'd hidden in the nightstand, placed it against her forehead, and closed my eyes. It almost felt wrong, but I had to protect Sam. I had to do it. I didn't have a choice.

I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. No bang, no boom. Nothing.

I opened my eyes confused and looked at my gun. Looked down at Kiersa. She was smiling. The pink gaze in her eyes faded; I think I saw the devil himself.

I felt a chill wash over me, and my arm rose up twisting painfully backwards. Dropped my gun, hoping it would stop. I didn't know how, but she had control over me and with the smallest look, she sent me flying back. Crashing to the wall.

She sat up, stiffly, and turned to me. Then she stood, and with her mind alone, clamped down on my neck. I couldn't breathe, and as I hung there, choking, Sam walked in. I tried to warn him, but he already knew. He was reading some incantation.

Kiers, at first, didn't seem to notice. Or care. Her raging eyes were locked on me, but she soon turned to him angrily. His book slammed shut; her eyes returned to me.

Next thing I knew, I heard a window smash. Sam was still okay, but the book was gone. She must have tossed it, but in doing so, she'd also released my throat. Guess she couldn't multitask.

"Get my gun," I gagged as best as I could, "Shoot the bitch"

Sam ran for the gun, but as shots fired, she was gone. Or, at least, we thought she was.

"You okay?" He asked, offering me a hand. I took it, and tried laughing off my pain.

"Yeah." I panted hard, and shook my head like I'd been confused.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, sincerely confused. He looked down at the gun in his hand, and I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking it was my fault. That she'd attacked me in self defense.

"I don't know, Sam. But the woman is clearly insane." I lied, "We got to stop her, before she hurts someone."

He couldn't argue with that, or me, and so he gave in. "Where would she go?"

I could think of only one place. And while my thoughts were filled with vengeance, I masked my answer with concern and fear.

"Home." I said, and we both knew what needed to be done.