We got a fair amount of surveillance equipment from the Armory. Phone taps, a laptop monitor, a digital tracker (I could've done the same with magic and five minutes of time), and a few mics to tap her room if we could get that far. We also each got a new phone and laptop, as promised (however I did make sure I could keep my own phone, in case of an emergency). Finally, weapons-wise, we got a few miscellaneous items in case of any supernatural interference. Some shit against shifters, vampires, werewolves, and more popular Irish creatures like banshees, selkies, kelpies, leprechauns (nastier than you'd think, trust me), and a few other things that I wasn't certain on how to replicate the names said to me, much less spell them.

T.J. and I didn't say much to each other as we got ready, something that was definitely uncommon. Usually when we were together, we were joking around and enjoying ourselves. This, though… This was tense. This was uncertain. This was something important that wasn't being said, and by God I was going to find out what. Just not here. Later, when it was just us.

On our way out, we were given 4 folders. One went to each of us as a new identity, one was on Eileen, and the last one was building information on places she frequented (including the layout of her hotel room). "Place the taps, monitor her, and await further instructions." Hess ordered. I nodded once, and reached for T.J.'s hand. I could get us to the airport quicker than any car, after all.

That's not where I took us, though. I took us to the Cabin. T.J. looked around at his new surroundings, confused as hell.

"Why are we here?" He asked.

"To talk." I answered. "We have five minutes. Tell me what's wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"You're quiet and nervous. You haven't been like this since we first met." I explained. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He argued.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"Yeah you are." I replied. "You're not doing the normal thing you do when you lie, but you're lying."

"What's the normal thing I do?"

"Your hand twitches a little bit, like you're tapping out something." I answered, extremely matter-of-factly. "That's beside the point. Why are you lying?"

"I'm not lying!" He argued.

"I can prove you are and you know it." I responded. "We only have three minutes. Tell me now or deal with an insufferable me that we both know will win this argument in Ireland, however I'd personally rather not deal with it there because I'd rather get our assignment done." T.J. stood looking at me, gritting his teeth.

"I'm… worried." He admitted.

"No shit."

"About you."

"Why me?"

"Because… I fear that I may lose my best friend." He answered. "And I won't be able to do anything to stop it." I stared at him, confused, and he took a breath. "I've… I've been the one working to find who is after you, and this is the only lead I've gotten since they first attacked you. I feel as though…" He took a deep breath. "None of this has happened before in the Men of Letters. Absolutely none of this, not in recent years. Many things are changing, and with it comes a possible storm. I fear that within that storm, I will fail and as a result, fail you." He rested his head in his hand for a moment. "And that is a very stressful possibility to come to terms with."

"T.J.," I took a breath myself. "That is the biggest piece of sappy bullshit I've ever heard, and my boyfriend is a fucking angel." He looked at me, surprised, and I glanced at my watch. "Look, we're almost out of time, but here's the deal. I don't die." I shrugged. "People keep trying but somehow, they just don't succeed. And with me being magic," I wiggled my fingers, letting a few sparks fly off. "I won't die for a long, long time. I'm grateful for you looking after me, but don't worry too much. I'm gonna be around for a while." I smiled. "OK? You're not losing me." I let out a little laughter. "Besides, we still have Australia, remember?"

"Australia…" He nodded, thinking for a moment. "Yeah, right. Thank you." He sounded, well not exactly more relieved, but better in general. Still uncertain, but not as bad.

"Now come on, we have to catch our plane." I gripped his hand again, and we disappeared to the air. This conversation wasn't over, I knew it wasn't, but we had to keep going.

Our pilot met us at the airstrip, and helped us load on to the plane. We spent the ride mostly silent, working to remember our short-term covers. It didn't take much to disguise myself physically, I was used to that, but remembering the rest took a bit of time. I was supposed to be Bridget Mahoney, and T.J. was now Cullen Brady. I was skeptical about the names – I could pass as Irish physically with some magic health, but T.J…. Not so much.

"Hey, how good is your Irish accent?" I asked him.

"It could use a little work." He replied, attempting said accent. I gritted my teeth at it.

"Maybe we're American-born?" I asked, reading through my profile. T.J. nodded, and after a few moments I let out a small sigh. "Thank God. Tourists visiting. Mine says I'm investigating my roots?"

"Good." T.J. muttered. "Mine says visiting Irish family."

"Nice. Do you know any sign language?"

"Not a bit. Do you?"

"I know all the swear words."

"I don't think that will prove useful." We both snickered at it, though.

That was about all we said to each other on the short flight. We were busy studying what we had, trying to embed it in our brains, and quite frankly I was pretty certain that he was still not telling me something. But I dealt with it then. I'd already gotten him to tell me some of it. The rest, he'd probably tell me when he felt more ready to.

When we landed, we got to work immediately. Got to the hotel, checked in, set up wardings around the room (including salt lines), and pulled out the laptops and information. "What does the intel say she's doing right around now?"

"She…" He looked for a second. "This is a bit of a flexible zone, but she tends to go to the…" I looked over and he squinted for a moment. "Some sort of bar with an Irish name that I'm not certain I can pronounce."

"Let me see it." I offered, and he passed the file to me. It was definitely a local bar, but as to what the hell it was called I also had nothing.

"We're just gonna call it the bar." I decided. "And it says she tends to head in there around 9. Wanna stop by at 8:30 to do some establishing?"

"That's… Actually tactically smart." T.J. replied. "Why aren't we finding her now, blazing in head first? That's what you usually do."

"She's trying to kill me, isn't that pretty much the basis of what Hess said, without all the jargon?" I asked. "She's a link in the chain, and a threat to my safety. Plus, she's a Hunter, which means if she recognizes me for what I am she'll know how to kill me." I shrugged. "I've already been dead a few times, and I'm not game for it sticking this time."

"You're quite serious about this mission, aren't you?" He asked. I nodded.

"I know you've worked hard to get all this information, and I don't want to waste it." I replied. "Face it, you're not losing me. I have too much to live for now."

"Alright, then." He muttered, still looking a little confused.

So that's what we did. We ran this by the book, as safely and smartly as carefully as possible. We made sure no details were missed in terms of gathering information, be it tapping her phone or bugging her laptop or setting up mics all over her room or the one camera in her main room or even me slipping a tracer on her (Coin in the pocket. It would also pick up on anything she said verbally and send me a mental alert if she came near a shifter). There wasn't going to be much of anything that she'd be able to do without us knowing about it. We had her.

We just didn't have proof of what she was doing. Not a lot of emails went out from her, and any ones that did were just to other Hunters about different things going on. She got one or two back about hunts near her, but didn't seem to be interested in taking on any. Nothing on the dead Man of Letters. Nothing on her killing any others. Nothing on her killing me.

Phone calls were the same, when she made any. There weren't a lot, though. One or two to an older woman at a nursing home back in the states, one or two out for other Hunters, but not a whole lot. She seemed to be very on her guard, but didn't make any contact to anyone else for some sort of help or information.

She had to slip up sometime, though.

That's what I told myself for the next two weeks as we watched her. She would slip up sometime. We would get a lead. We would go somewhere with this.

However, at the end of two weeks I was about ready to tear my hair out. I had no good signal with my phone, so I couldn't call up Crowley and see what he had. I couldn't even call Dean and Sam and see what they knew. I tried sending them a few emails, but they either bounced back to me or went unanswered. I wasn't surprised about Dean, he was bad at answering his email, but I thought Sam would at least answer me more. As for Crowley… He was probably busy. I only sent him one email before I realized how much I'd already asked of him, and set it aside. He was doing other things. He had his own life. They all had their own lives.

I was just hoping at least one of them would answer me.

Once we hit the end of that two weeks mark, though, I was done. I had spent my entire time scouring through footage and audio, doing my best to find any oddities in her movement patterns and just figure out what the hell she was doing here, what the hell kind of connection she had, and why the hell she was an all-around bad person. My findings – zilch. Squat. Nada. I'd tailed her a few times myself and she did normal things. She got a few drinks. She bought food. She gave money to a dude that was passed out drunk. She went to the library to look up information sometimes (nothing useful, just normal lore research that could generally be correlated to a request she'd gotten via email or her cell phone).

She was just… Just so damn boring.

"I can't take it anymore." I finally told T.J., pacing about the room. I was frustrated. I was doing everything right, every FUCKING THING, and getting nothing. Small sparks flew off of me as I paced, reminding me of the lack of magic usage in the past two weeks as well. I couldn't do anything to make myself known, but by GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING INFURIATING TO DO NOTHING. "I can't do this standby, watch-and-wait, back in the office boring bullshit anymore."

"This is what I did to get the lead we have now." T.J. reminded me.

"But you hate this as much as I do!" I replied. "You loved going out and actually getting in on the action. We're Hunters. We don't watch and wait, we act. We move. We DO."

"Yes, well, times have changed." T.J. said cautiously, eyeing the sparks. They were fizzling out before they touched anything, but their presence was still more than likely concerning. "Some times we must go through boring and tedious things to achieve bigger results."

"Yes, but why are we out here again?" I asked. "Because she killed one of our own, and she's trying to kill me and possibly others. Well, news flash," I pointed at my computer screen. Eileen was in her room, typing something on her laptop. Beside the footage was her computer screen, replicated on my laptop. She was sending an email to a Hunter in Glasgow about a possible case near them. "She hasn't had contact with anyone that would lead to that. Nothing on Abernathy. No shifters near her in general. Nothing on killing another Hunter. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, T.J." I was fuming and frustrated and so done with waiting. I wasn't made to wait, I was made to act, dammit.

"Don't do anything irrational, Kylie," T.J. warned, but I was done with waiting. I shook my head.

"No, I'm going to get information." I said. "I'm going to get it now."

"Wait!" T.J. said, looking panicked. I looked at him, my gaze like fire. I saw the bookshelf behind him start to smoke, and did my best to reign it in.

"What?" I asked, gritting my teeth. "What do you have to say that will make all this waiting and uselessness worth something?"

T.J. still looked panicked, but he walked dutifully over to his laptop and pulled up a new file. It was full of pictures and video. A video of Eileen shooting a guy, but… Sam and Dean were with her. Sam and Dean and Mick. The next picture was her accepting money from Sam and Dean. Pictures of her with them. Pictures of emails she'd sent them, about…

About me.

Sam and Dean warning her about me. Sam and Dean telling her I was bad, telling her my aliases they knew about and that I needed to be killed. Promises of payment. Lots of payment.

"What?" I asked, looking from everything I saw to T.J.. He looked down, unwilling to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry." He said. "We thought it best not to tell you this information unless it became necessary." I looked at it all a little longer before shaking my head.

"No." I said, shaking it more. "No, this makes no sense. I've been emailing Sam and Dean. They didn't answer, but I did. They know I'm here looking for Eileen. She would know I was here already if it was them." I refused to believe what I was seeing. Sam and Dean wouldn't try to kill me. They were my family. We were OK. They were people I could trust. But so was T.J., and these pictures and emails looked pretty damning.

There was one person in this mix that I didn't trust, though. One that I could get information from.

"I don't know why they haven't told her yet." He said. "Maybe they found a way around our bugs or something. Maybe they want us to kill her so they don't have to pay her." I shook my head again, looking over at him.

"When did this come to killing her?" I asked him. "I thought we were only here to find more links in the chain."

"We are, we are." He assured me, talking much quicker. "But from a Hunter's perspective, it would make more sense to eliminate the threat, you know?"

"Then where is Abernathy in all of this?" I asked in response, turning back to the file. I flicked through everything quickly, but found nothing on Abernathy. No images. No emails. No nothing. "You guys said you had correspondence. Where's that proof?" T.J. slammed the laptop shut, giving me the barest amount of time to move my fingers out of the way.

"I think you need to take a moment to calm down, and remember our priorities." T.J. said calmly, still speaking a little faster than normal.

"I'll calm down when I get some fucking answers." I replied. "And by God, I'm going to go get some."

In an instant I was in Eileen's room, absolutely fuming. She turned, pulling a gun to point at me. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Not important." I answered, flicking my wrist. Her gun flew to the side, far from her grasp. She tried to run after it, but I moved faster, holding up my opposite hand to pin her to the wall.

"What do you want?!" She said, squirming against my magic. I advanced on her quickly, floating upwards just enough to put me at head height with her.

"Some goddamn answers." I replied, placing my hand on her head. "And you're going to give them to me." I pushed with the angelic grace, not even certain of exactly what I was doing, but certain that it would work.

I flickered through her memories, searching for whatever information I needed. Why she took the payment, the emails she'd sent, anything and everything that would answer the questions we had.

Instead, I found something different. I found fear. I found shame. I found regret. I found the memory of her shooting the Man of Letters, but it was different. There was a woman, pulling Kelly Kline. Dagon. It had to be.

I watched through Eileen's eyes as she raised the Colt to fire one shot, aiming for the Prince of Hell. I watched as it disappeared with Kelly before the bullet could hit, causing the person behind them to receive the fatal shot instead. It was an accident. She felt so awful, so scared.

I watched Sam and Dean give her some money. "Go get yourself something to help." Sam said, looking at her with kind eyes. "Some tea or good food or something."

"Try one of those bath bomb things." Dean suggested, offering a joking smile. "I hear they work wonders."

"And here," Sam handed her a piece of paper. "This is the name of a friend of ours. She's a good person, you can trust her. If you call her, she'll come and help." The number on the paper was my own, before I'd come here and gotten a new phone.

I hadn't gotten a call from this woman, though. Not even a text.

She ended up using the money to help her get here, to Ireland. Her homeland. Where she was from.

She tried emailing Sam and Dean, emails I never saw asking for help. She kept her head down, doing what she could to make amends, but she was terrified of going on a hunt herself again. She'd just killed a person. She didn't want to go on a hunt. She wanted to help others, but she couldn't do it herself. She called me, once, but I didn't answer. I don't think I ever even got that call.

She didn't know the name Louis Abernathy.

All she knew about me was what Dean and Sam had told her.

I stepped away, letting her down as quickly and safely as possible. "You were in my head!" She screeched, scrambling once more for her gun. This time, though, I let her. I was too busy trying to understand everything I'd been told. "How did you do that? What are you?"

"Hold on." I told her, raising a hand. She flinched, but nothing happened. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you're a monster that's about to get it." She replied, firing off a single shot. I moved just enough for it to miss, and quickly ensured the rest of her bullets were gone.

"Do you know my name?" I asked again, my mind racing. This didn't make any sense. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. "Do you know who I am?"

"No!" She replied. "I don't!" She tried to shoot again, but all she got was an empty click. She scrambled away to her bed, grabbing a knife.

I heard kicking on the door, and a few seconds later T.J. was in the room, his own gun cocked and ready. "Kylie, get behind me!" He shouted, raising his gun to fire.

"STOP!" I shouted, pushing my hands out. All weapons flew to the side, out of everyone's grasp. "T.J., she doesn't know anything." I told him, looking over at Eileen. "She doesn't know."

"Did…" She pointed at T.J. "Did he call you Kylie?"

"She is a dangerous Hunter, Kylie." T.J. reminded me. "She's lying to you. She's going to kill you."

"What are you talking about?!" She asked, getting up. She took one step towards T.J., and suddenly I could feel something in my head, like a ping.

Like the ping from the coin I'd put on Eileen.

I stopped completely, looking from Eileen to T.J. He hadn't been there when I'd put the spell on the coin. He never went out to follow her. But… But T.J. was my friend. I would've known. I would've seen the differences.

"T.J.," I took a few deep breaths, looking over at him. His face paled, and in that instant I knew. I knew I'd been lied to. I knew he wasn't my friend. He hadn't been my friend for a long time. I grabbed Eileen first, then T.J., before we disappeared out of the very bugged room and somewhere that we hopefully wouldn't be found easily.