At Hell's Gates

by mrsemmettcullen12

What if Sam had a twin sister? This is the story of Dean and Sam with a sister, Alex.

35. Slide

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.

Chapter 35

Lightning flashed behind them as Dean passed the sign that said, "Welcome to Pennsylvania!" Alex was cuddled up in the backseat of the Impala, watching as they passed the sign, her forehead pressed against the somewhat cold glass of the window. Sam was also looking out his window as they entered into the state of Pennsylvania. Dean sighed and glanced at the car's radio as he drove. They hadn't been able to find a good radio station and the only station they could find was playing old horror and monster movie themes. Dean flipped off the radio before turning his attention back to the rain-slickened road.

"The radio stations around here sure do suck," commented Dean.

Neither Sam nor Alex said anything and Dean glanced over to look at Sam. Sam had pulled out the file folder on the job they were currently headed for and was using his small, pocket-sized flashlight to read the files inside the folder. Dean sighed.

"C'mon, man, the jobs don't really get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed on neck, the body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire," said Dean, a smile forming on his face as he thought of the case they were headed towards.

Sam shook his head, a small smile on his lips as well.

"No, I agree, it's one hell of a case," said Sam.

Alex smirked and smacked Sam on the shoulder.

"I think Dean's looking for a little more gusto, please, Sammy," remarked Alex.

Dean nodded over at Sam, who flipped off his flashlight.

"It's just… I mean, the world is coming to an end and things are a little complicated, you know?" said Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Yes, well, we can't save the whole entire world, Sammy. Not today, anyway, but what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads," said Dean.

Sam sighed and looked away from Dean, back out his passenger side window.

"C'mon, man, it's like the real good old days. An honest to goodness monster hunt. I mean, it's about time the Winchester siblings got back to fighting a straight black and white monster case," said Dean, smiling over at Sam.

Sam ignored him and just kept his gaze forward, focused on the road ahead of them. Alex sighed from the backseat, flopping back down into her seat.

Dean parked the car outside of the large festival, Oktoberfest. They were all dressed up somewhat fancy, Dean and Sam with suits and ties on and Alex in a nice and simple black dress. Music blared from the live band of tuba players while Sam glanced inside the festival, seeing people dressed in traditional German outfits. He sighed and turned back around as he adjusted the collar of his white shirt underneath his suit jacket. Dean led the way into the festival, the music getting louder as they entered the large place.

"Big pretzels!" yelled Dean, sounding like a small child as he ran over to the pretzel stand.

Alex and Sam chuckled and watched him grab three large pretzels from the older man's stand. He handed the man a ten dollar bill, told him to keep the change, and then handed Sam and Alex their own pretzels.

"Thank you," said Alex, passing one pretzel over to Sam and holding the other in her grasp.

Dean nodded, taking a large bite from his own large pretzel and Sam and Alex began munching on their pretzels as well.

"Guten Tag," said a beautiful blonde woman as she passed by them eating their pretzels.

"Guten Tag, yourself," remarked Dean, appreciating the view as the woman walked away from them.

Alex rolled her eyes as both Sam and Dean watched the girl walk away. She turned around slightly to look at Sam and Dean once more as she was walking away and Sam looked at Dean, his eyebrows raised.

Alex sighed, but swallowed the last bite of her pretzel, pointing out a man in a small crowd off to the right of them.

"Looks like that's our man," said Alex, heading towards the man dressed in a security uniform.

Sam and Dean followed her, Dean still munching on his rather large pretzel as they walked over to the man.

"Sheriff Dieterich," called out Sam as they approached.

The man turned to look at them as they approached him.

"Are you three from the Feds?" he asked them.

Sam nodded, pulling out his badge from his jacket pocket and briefly showing it to the sheriff.

"Agents Angus, Young, and Smart. We called ahead about your, uh, problem," responded Sam, putting his badge back into his jacket's pocket and raising his eyebrows.

The sheriff nodded in understanding.

"Right, yes. Um, well, I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out of the way of the crowd, huh?" asked the sheriff.

The three siblings nodded and he led them into the building closest to them.

Sheriff Dieterich pulled out a silver gurney tray on which a dead body was located down in the morgue. Once the body was completely out of its case, he pulled back the gray sheet, revealing a young woman's lifeless face.

"Marissa Wright. 26 years old. Just up from Laughert for the fest," explained the sheriff.

Sam, Dean, and Alex nodded at him before they turned to look at the girl's dead body. Sheriff Dieterich made a sympathetic clicking noise using his tongue as he also looked down at the now lifeless girl.

"Absolutely terrible, what happened to her, just terrible. I mean, it's the absolute last thing this town needs during the busiest tourist season of the year."

Sam nodded, smiling somewhat.

"Well, it was definitely the last thing Marissa Wright would've needed," said Sam.

Dean reached over, past Sam and Alex, and turned the girl's head over to the other side. Two large teeth marks were visible in her neck, dried blood surrounding both of them.

"What in the hell is that?" whispered Alex, staring at the fang marks.

"Yeah, well, you've certainly got me. I mean, this killer has got to be some kind of Grade A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe," said the sheriff, looking at the three siblings.

"Sheriff, in your report, would you have maybe happened to have mentioned a witness?" asked Dean, staring at the older gentleman standing across from him.

"Yeah, although I wish I didn't. But the witness insisted. That would be Mister Ed Brewer. Not exactly who you would call a reliable gentleman," explained the sheriff, pushing the girl's dead body back into the morgue's container.

The three siblings walked into the building that was currently serving as the bar for Oktoberfest. Drunk people were milling around all over the place, beer splashing all over the floor and the bar's countertops. Alex made a disgusted face as warm beer sloshed onto the floor by her feet. She sighed as Sam and Dean kept walking on, finally making it up to the bar. The waitress leaving gave the two boys an appreciative glance before walking back out from the bar, returning to her tables. The blonde bartender smiled at the three of them as they approached her bar. Sam smiled back at her first.

"Hello, Jamie," said Dean, glancing at the girl's nametag right above her breasts.

He gave her a very flirtatious smile and Alex just rolled her eyes, sighing loudly.

"Hi. We're looking for an Ed Brewer," said Alex.

"What do you want with him?" asked Jamie, crossing her arms over her chest and almost glaring at Alex.

"Well, we're, uh, federal agents," explained Dean, holding up his badge for Jamie to quickly glance at.

She nodded imperceptibly and they all began putting their badges away once again.

"Mister Ed Brewer was a witness for a serious crime and we just need to-"

"Wait a minute, you're a Fed?" asked Jamie, smirking over at Dean.

Dean nodded, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

"Well, you definitely don't come on like a Fed. Seriously?" she asked, smiling.

Dean leaned forward on the sticky bar, resting his elbow on the very edge as he winked at her. Jamie smiled back and Alex rolled her eyes.

"Okay, Mr. Smooth Maverick. So, please, where can we find Mister Brewer?" asked Alex.

Jamie sighed, but pointed to a little booth off in the corner. Alex and Sam headed towards it while Dean winked at Jamie once again before following his siblings.

Ed Brewer took a gulp from his large glass of beer, his mustache beginning to freak Alex out. It looked like a 1970's porno mustache and she frowned as she looked at the weird looking man. He used his palm to wipe off his face as he stared at them, placing his hands on the edges of his booth.

"I told the cops every single thing I saw. No one believes me, so why should you be any different than all of them?" asked Ed, obviously very drunk and disoriented.

"Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're very different from all of them," explained Dean, smiling at the drunk man.

Ed Brewer nodded.

"I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm the town joke," said Ed, looking around at all of the people surrounding him.

"Marissa Wright's murder is definitely no joke for us," said Sam, very serious with the man.

Ed's head snapped back over to look at Sam's face.

"And we would like to hear everything you have to say. No matter how strange all of it may seem," finished Sam.

Dean and Alex nodded along with him.

"Believe us, we have a lot of experience with strange," said Alex.

Ed Brewer nodded a few times at the three of them. He quickly grabbed his large glass of beer, took another large gulp from it, and then set it back down on the table they were currently sitting at. He wiped his face off with his palm and then gave them two thumbs up before starting his strange tale.

"It was just after midnight. I had just left here and, like I do every night, I cut through the small park on the way home. At first, I thought it was just a couple kissing, you know, making out. But she was… struggling way too much. And then this man, he was… Well, he was biting her neck."

"Um, can you maybe describe her assailant?" asked Alex, gently.

"Oh, he was definitely a vampire," said Ed, answering her question without missing a single beat.

Dean, Alex, and Sam all raised their eyebrows and took in a deep breath.

"Um, okay. And by that, you mean…" trailed off Dean, letting Ed fill in the rest.

"You know, a vampire."

"Uh-huh," said Alex, nodding apprehensively.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"So, he looked like-" began Dean.

"He looked like a vampire. You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little gold medallion thingy on the, the ribbon," said Ed.

"Um, so, you mean like a Dracula?" asked Dean.

"Exactly! Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent," said Ed, smiling over at Dean and pointing to him.

"The accent?" asked Sam, smiling bigger.

Ed looked at him weirdly, so Sam's smiled faded and Alex chuckled behind her hand as Sam looked defeated.

"Um, what did he say?" asked Sam.

"You know, something like…"

Ed trailed off, but then brought his left arm up to cover his face and his eyes. The three siblings jumped back with a little surprise, having not expected that action from Ed.

"Stay away if you want to live! The night is mine," finished Ed in his perfect Romanian accent, removing his arm from covering his face and eyes once he was finished talking.

The three Winchester siblings looked at him weirdly, all of their faces in shock.

"You do believe me, don't you?" asked Ed.

The siblings said nothing, but just continued staring at him.

Dean walked over to the bar, flagging Jamie down to ask her for a drink. She obliged and went off in search of his beer while Sam and Alex joined their brother at the bar. Sam grabbed a folded-up napkin from off of the bar, a woman's lipstick prints on it. He looked at it, cocking his head to the side.

"So, what do you all think? Hmm? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" asked Dean, his back turned to the bar as he leaned against it.

Sam shrugged and threw the folded-up napkin back onto the top of the bar as he joined Alex and Dean in leaning up against the bar. He shook his head.

"Definitely not our kind of case, Dean," said Alex.

"Agreed, sister. But who cares?" asked Dean, smiling at her as he began walking away from the bar and over to a now empty booth.

"I mean, our room's already paid for and it is Oktoberfest, children. Beer and bar wenches, Sammy," said Dean, sitting across from his siblings in the booth and smirking at Sam.

Sam scoffed.

"I'm pretty sure women don't react well to the whole wench thing, Dean," said Sam, looking around the bar room at all of the women currently working around them.

"Yeah, this is true," said Alex, raising her eyebrows.

Dean smirked and called over to Jamie.

"Hey, bar wench, where's my beer?" he asked her.

"Just coming up right here, good sir!" yelled back Jamie, pointing to the glass she was filling up for him.

"Yeah, well, she's just a slutty whore," whispered Alex, glancing around the bar.

Sam laughed, shaking his head.

"Man, Oktoberfest," whispered Dean, as Jamie approached their table with his beer.

She set a large glass of foaming beer right in front of Dean, who smiled over at her before taking a rather large drink from his beer. Alex looked disgusted as Jamie put her hands on her hips, looking at Sam and Alex next.

"And what can I get for you two?" she asked them.

"Oh, they don't drink," said Dean.

Jamie nodded, smirking as she walked away. Dean watched her walk away and whistled under his breath. Alex glared at him.

"You know what, you're just an asshole. Sam can drive and do this hunt all on his own, I'd rather be drunk as hell right now," whined Alex.

Dean chuckled and Alex sighed.

"Man, you guys, it is time to right some wrongs," said Dean, checking out Jamie as she finally stepped back behind the bar.

"Um, excuse me?" asked Alex, her eyebrows coming together in confusion as she looked over at Dean.

"Please, come again?" asked Sam, at the exact same time as Alex.

"I mean, I just came back from Hell with no scratches on me, not a single one. No broken bones, no nothing, which has led me to conclude, my virginity must still be intact," said Dean, smiling as he took a drink from his large glass of beer.

Alex and Sam looked at him like he was crazy, Sam chuckling under his breath.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" asked Alex.

"I've been re-hymenated," said Dean.

"Re-hy… Oh, man," said Sam, bursting out into full on laughter now.

"Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of Hell, but no one could do that," said Alex, laughing at him.

"Siblings, I have been re-hymenated. And the dude will not abide," smirked Dean, watching as another group of hot girls passed by him and their table.

Alex sighed, laughing as she looked down at the table in front of her. Sam chuckled as well before they both looked back up and over at Dean.

"Alright, well, dude. You go do whatever the hell you've gotta do and we're gonna go back to the room and get some sleep," said Alex.

Dean smiled and raised his beer up at the both of them before taking a large gulp from it. Sam and Alex chuckled once again as Alex led the way out of the booth, Sam following right behind her. Sam threw an arm over Alex's shoulders as they walked out of the bar, both of them still chuckling at Dean's ridiculous thought process.

Alex sighed as she turned over once again in her sleep. She sighed, realizing she wasn't sleeping well in her own bed. Dean still wasn't back from the bar yet, so she sighed, climbing out of her own motel room bed and walking over to Sam's bed. Sam was on the right side of the bed, but he was facing the left side, breathing steadily. Alex climbed in under the covers and made sure to give Sam his space, but Sam was awake, smiling as he felt Alex climb into his bed. He let her get situated before throwing an arm over her waist. Alex smiled and turned to face Sam.

"Having trouble sleeping, huh, little sis?" asked Sam, teasing her with a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

Alex shoved him off of her, moving as far away from him as possible.

"Fine, I was having trouble sleeping. But will you stop being a jerk about it and just let me sleep here for now?" asked Alex, whining as she rolled back over and unleashed the puppy dog put on Sam.

She stuck out her bottom lip and her chin trembled as she looked at her twin brother. Sam chuckled, pushing her bottom lip back in.

"I don't mind, Alex, you know that. Just no hogging the covers, you know you always steal them!" teased Sam.

Alex gasped and slugged Sam's shoulder gently, pulling half of the covers over to her side of the bed.

"Whatever, Samuel. Just go back to sleep," argued Alex.

Sam chuckled at her using his full name, but rolled back over, facing away from her as he got comfortable once again. Alex smiled as she closed her eyes, feeling much more comfortable lying next to Sam.

The next morning, Dean stared at the young girl who was currently sitting across from him. Sam and Alex were on either side of Dean, also staring at the young girl. She was slurping from her large, 44 oz. soft drink from the local gas station and she looked nervous as she quickly glanced over at the three of them staring directly at her. She finally finished slurping the rest of her drink up through her straw and she set it back down on the table.

"And then, then it just, it just… tore Rick up into little pieces," said the girl, looking over at the three of them.

Sam sighed as he glanced over at his two siblings, shaking his head.

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is for you. But could you please describe the creature, perhaps?" asked Dean, very gently to the girl.

She took a deep breath in.

"Oh," she said, grabbing her large soft drink once again and beginning to slurp from it.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"It was definitely a werewolf," answered the girl, still holding her drink in her hands.

Sam rolled his eyes discreetly.

"A werewolf?" he asked her.

The girl nodded, her black, bouncy curls shaking as she did so.

"Mm-hmm."

"And you're completely sure about this?" asked Alex.

"Oh, yes. With the furry face and the black nose and the claws and… And the torn up pants and shirt. Like from the old movies," said the girl, looking over at Dean and nodding as she finally set her large drink back down on the table once again.

Sam glanced over at Dean and Alex, who were just staring at the girl, their eyebrows raised in complete disbelief. Sam leaned forward in his chair slightly.

"Um…" began Sam, but he trailed off, not really sure what else to say.

"Well, okay. So…" trailed off Dean, fidgeting with his thumbs while they sat in his lap.

"Well, thank you for your time," said Alex, smiling over at the girl as she stood up first, her brothers following her lead.

The girl nodded, grabbing her drink and beginning to slurp from it once again as the three siblings headed off for the morgue to look at the most recent dead body.

"First the Dracula and now a full on werewolf? What the hell's going on in this damn town?" asked Dean, placing his hands on his hips as he stood behind Sam, who was looking at the different containers that held the dead bodies.

Sam finally found the body they were looking for and unlatched the silver door, pulling the body out on the gurney it was currently resting on. Once the gurney was fully out, Sam unzipped the black body bag, wincing and turning away as he looked inside. Dean turned away as well and Alex flinched.

"Damn," said Dean, avoiding looking at the body.

Sam nodded and looked at the body once again.

"Alright. Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe," said Sam.

He pulled a pencil from his jacket pocket and used it to poke at the body.

"Look at those bite marks," said Sam, pointing to a particular spot on the dead man's body.

Dean leaned in closer to see the marks, but Alex stepped back, shaking her head.

"Hell no. I feel like I'm gonna throw up," said Alex.

"Fine. They're right down to the bone. And deeper," explained Sam.

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. It definitely could be a werewolf," said Dean.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Except look," said Sam, pointing to the heart.

"The heart's still there. And werewolves, they never leave the heart behind."

"So I reiterate. What in the hell is going on?" asked Dean, looking at his brother.

Alex turned as she heard footsteps from behind her. Sheriff Dieterich entered the room they were standing in and Alex walked over to stand by Sam as the sheriff stood at the end of the gurney, looking at the three of them.

"Well, I was hoping you three could tell me. Those fibers we found on the body are canine. Wolf hairs, specifically," said Sheriff Dieterich.

He pulled the evidence out of the manila folder he was holding in his hands and held up the clear envelope with the wolf hairs in it, showing it to them. Sam and Alex looked over at Dean, who shook his head. He rubbed a hand over his face, sighing heavily.

"I'm getting a headache," whispered Dean.

Alex picked at her fries as she sat next to Sam at the table in the bar. Dean was finishing his cheeseburger as Sam took a drink from his water.

"I don't know, guys, it's like we've stumbled upon a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolfman," said Dean, shaking his head and taking a large gulp from his beer.

"But werewolves don't grow wolf hair. I mean, that's just a myth," said Alex.

"So what, we've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" asked Dean.

Alex and Sam both shrugged and watched as Jamie brought Dean another large glass of beer. She took his empty glass and held it in one of her hands, looking at the three of them.

"So, it looks like you three will be here for a while. I just heard about Rip Deacon," said Jamie.

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for, uh, our department," answered Dean, smiling warmly over at Jamie.

"Well, your beer is on me then. And just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight," said Jamie, winking at Dean.

"Oh, it's not another girls night out tonight?" asked Alex, nodding over to the bar where Jamie's colleague was sitting down behind the bar, flipping through a magazine and holding a napkin in between her lips, getting rid of the excess lipstick she had on.

"It sure doesn't have to be," responded Jamie.

"Okay then. I guess I will see you tonight," said Dean.

"Okay then."

Jamie walked away and Alex rolled her eyes as Dean watched her walk away, his signature smirk on his face the entire time.

"Hey, do you think this Dracula guy can turn into a bat? Because that would be super cool," said Dean.

Alex and Sam looked over at him, their eyebrows raised. Dean nodded and took another drink from his large beer glass.

Alex heard Sam's phone ringing next to her later that night. Alex stirred in her sleep, feeling Sam's chest under her head. Sam's arm was around her, his hand on her back as he gently slept. Alex sighed and rolled over and out of Sam's embrace, grabbing his phone from off of the nightstand beside her.

"Hello?" she answered sleepily, glancing over at the clock and noticing that it was around 11:00.

Sheriff Dieterich spoke on the other end of the line and Alex straightened up as she listened to him talk.

"Okay. Thanks, Sheriff. Yes, we'll be there very soon. Alright, thanks again," finished Alex, ending the call and throwing Sam's phone back on his nightstand.

She sighed and pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. She gently nudged Sam's shoulder, waking him up.

"Sammy, there's been another murder. We have to go to the local history museum right now," whispered Alex.

Sam groaned and rolled over, nodding at her.

"Now, you get to call Dean while I'm in the shower. Let's go, let's go," said Alex, climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Sam looked over at Dean's empty bed. Dean was still at the bar, waiting for Jamie to get off so he could take her out. Sam groaned as he got up and began getting ready for the job ahead of them.

Sam, Alex, and Dean were at the local history museum, checking out the sarcophagus that had been brought in only hours earlier that night. Sam pulled a sticker off of the sarcophagus lid and scoffed.

"What is it?" asked Alex, looking over at her twin brother.

"This sarcophagus isn't ancient at all. It's from a prop house in Philly," explained Sam.

Dean nodded and pulled out a small bucket full of dry ice from the sarcophagus.

"It certainly goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it."

"What, is this guy making his own special effects?" asked Alex, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"This is stupid," said Sam, scoffing once again.

Dean nodded and checked the time on his watch, cursing under his breath. He stood up from his crouch and wiped the palms of his hands off on his knees.

"Shit, I'm late to meet Jamie. But you guys can handle this, right?" asked Dean, looking at his siblings.

Sam and Alex nodded and Dean smiled back at them. He took off out of the basement of the museum, Alex and Sam sighing as they began looking at the fake sarcophagus once again.

About two hours later, Sam opened the motel room door and Alex pushed past him, flopping down on one of the beds. She sighed with contentment as she felt the cool pillows underneath her face and Sam chuckled. He glanced at the clock, which read 1:59 AM and sighed. As Sam began removing his jacket, his phone rang. He saw that it was Dean, so he quickly answered.

"Hey, man, what's up?" asked Sam.

"Sammy, I need you and Alex to come meet me down at the bar right now. And hurry," said Dean.

Dean immediately hung up and Sam sighed, wondering what was so urgent. He loosened his tie and began finding his jeans so he could change into his street clothes.

"Alex, you've gotta get back up. We've got to go help Dean."

Alex groaned as Sam began changing.

Sam led the way into the bar, Alex right beside him. All of the lights were off and they walked over to the table that Jamie and Dean were sitting at, each of them nursing a beer.

"Are you guys alright?" asked Sam, approaching the table with Alex right beside him.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so," said Dean, glancing over at Jamie.

Jamie looked down at the table and Dean reached over next to him, pulling out a bar towel and setting it down on the tabletop.

"And I'm pretty sure I know what's going on."

"Yeah?" asked Alex.

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, part of it, at least."

Sam unfolded the towel and both he and Alex flinched as they saw an ear wrapped up inside of the towel.

"Uh, the ear part?" asked Sam.

Jamie looked over at the single ear with disgust, looking away very quickly.

"Yep, I ripped it off of Dracula's head. Touch it," said Dean, looking at his siblings.

Alex scoffed, but then noticed that Dean was extremely serious. She nudged Sam, who reached forward slowly, grabbing the ear between his forefinger and thumb.

"Ugh," groaned Sam, as he touched the ear.

"Does that feel familiar to you?" asked Dean.

Sam still looked disgusted, but then recognition dawned on his face as he looked over at Dean, his head cocked somewhat to the side.

"Oh, man," whispered Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Yep, the skin of a shape shifter. Just like St. Louis and just like in Milwaukee. Except this one's all kinds of holy buckets of crazy," said Dean.

"Oh, and, uh, this. I, uh, pulled it off of him during our fight," said Dean, handing Sam another object from his pants pocket.

Alex folded up the towel, making sure the ear was all the way covered up as Sam looked at the new item Dean had given them.

"Look at the label on the ribbon," explained Dean.

Sam flipped over the ribbon and scoffed as he read the label sewn onto the ribbon.

"It's a costume rental," said Sam.

"All three monsters, the, uh, Dracula, wolfman, the mummy. All the same critter. Which means we need to catch this freak before he creature from the black lagoon's somebody," explained Dean, taking a large drink from his beer.

"So does this mean that the X-Files are real, or something?" asked Jamie, looking between the three of them.

Alex smirked.

"No, honey. The X-Files is a TV show. This is real."

"Ah," said Jamie, giving Alex a scared smile.

"Okay, so the stagecraft, the costuming. It's like he's trying to re-enact his favorite monster movie moments. Right down to the bloody and grisly murders," explained Sam, leaning up against another table as he spoke.

"Wait one second, who the hell is Meena?" asked Jamie, looking over at Dean.

"Meena?" asked Alex.

Dean nodded, pointing over to Jamie.

"Yeah, that's what he kept calling Jamie and he called me Mister Harker."

"Jonathan Harker?" asked Alex.

Dean looked over at his sister, his eyebrows raised as he waited for an explanation.

Alex looked over at Sam, who had a large smile on his face.

"They're characters from the movies and the novels. Um, Meena, Dracula's intended bride. Harker, the fiancé that stands in the way, duh," explained Alex, rolling her eyes at Dean.

"It seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride or something," finished Sam, looking over at Jamie.

"Oh. Well, lucky me," said Jamie, grabbing the bottle of scotch that rested between her and Dean and pouring herself a large shot.

"But to fixate on you, my guess is that the shifter has to have seen you before or been around you," explained Sam.

"Jamie, has anyone strange come to town? Anybody that's taken a specific notice of you?" asked Dean, leaning forward towards Jamie across the table.

"I don't know, Dean. I mean, it's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people," said Jamie.

She sighed, but then she paused.

"Wait a second, there is Ed."

"Ed Brewer, Ed?" asked Sam.

"Yeah. He moved here about a month ago, Lucy swears he has a crush on me. I mean, he comes in almost every single night. But you know, I don't think he's the type of guy-"

"Where does Ed live?" asked Dean, his voice gruff and deep.

Jamie sighed.

"I really don't know. But he works at the old movie theater, I think he's the projectionist there."

Dean sighed and looked at his siblings.

"Take care of Meena?" asked Alex, hopping off of the bar stool she had been reclining on.

"Yep," answered Dean.

"Alright then. C'mon, Sammy, let's get this shit done," said Alex.

Alex and Sam were standing outside of the old theater, fog seeming to surround them as they stared at the sign that read what was playing.

"Ooh, Phantom of the Opera," said Alex, following Sam's lead into the dark theater.

Sam opened the glass doors and walked inside first, Alex following directly behind him. There was a set of three stairs a few steps away from the door and Sam and Alex walked up them. The theme from the Phantom of the Opera was being played loudly throughout the theater and Sam grabbed his gun from his waistband, making sure it was loaded before he stuck it back in his waistband. They walked into the dark theater and saw a shadow on the movie screen. A man was playing the theme to the movie on the organ. Sam and Alex walked behind the large movie screen and faced Ed Brewer playing the organ in his boxers and a white wifebeater. They slowly inched closer and were only a few feet away from Ed when he suddenly turned around.

"Whoa!" yelled Ed, once he had spotted them behind him.

Sam rushed forward and grabbed Ed by the neck, Ed's back hitting the organ as his chair went flying across the room.

"What did I do?" asked Ed.

"Shut up, okay? You know what the hell you did," yelled Sam.

Ed nodded.

"What?" asked Ed.

"We know what you are, Ed," said Alex, standing slightly behind Sam.

"I'm not anything, I just like to play the organ," explained Ed.

"Had time to grow the ear back, huh?" asked Sam, nodding towards Ed's left ear, which was completely still intact on the side of his scrawny looking head.

Sam grabbed Ed's left ear and pulled on it, causing Ed to scream in pain and terror. Sam quickly let go as he realized that Ed's ear was, in fact, real.

"It's supposed to come off," said Sam, looking back at Alex, who just shrugged.

"No, it's not," said Ed, glaring at the siblings.

"Oh, that sounds horrible. Jamie, honey, are you okay?" asked Lucy.

Lucy was now sitting with Dean and Jamie at their table. She had come in to grab a drink for herself and Jamie had invited her to stay with them. Jamie had just finished telling Lucy about their hectic ordeal earlier that evening.

"Oh, I am fine. Dean, he just flew right in and fought him off," said Jamie, slurring her words slightly and chuckling.

"Well, I didn't actually fly, but it sure seemed that way at the time," said Dean, looking over at Jamie.

Lucy smiled and used her cocktail napkin to get rid of the excess lipstick on her lips, leaving an imprint of her lips on her napkin.

"It was really something," said Jamie, closing her eyes as she spoke.

"Jamie?" asked Dean, looking over at her with concern.

Jamie opened her eyes slightly to look at him and smiled, but her eyes quickly closed once again after a few seconds.

"So, Dean, are you like a black belt or what?" asked Lucy.

Dean looked over at Lucy to answer her question, but realized that his vision was blurry. He looked down at the table and everything was spinning, three shot glasses spinning around in front of him on the table. He looked back up at Lucy and punched her in the face. Lucy fell from the booth and onto her hands and knees on the floor. Dean grabbed Jamie's arm and pulled her out of the booth quickly, catching his balance as he stumbled out of the booth.

"Dean, what are you doing?" whispered Jamie.

Jamie's eyes fluttered closed and she fell backwards into the booth. Dean looked down at Lucy, who was staring up at him, her jaw out of place from where Dean had punched her.

"It's you, isn't it?" asked Dean.

Lucy pushed her jaw back into its place and Dean kicked her in the stomach. Lucy rolled over a few times, but quickly stood up from her position on the floor. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed a palm over his face as he groaned.

"Ugh, damn it. What did you put in our drinks?" asked Dean, grabbing the scotch bottle from off of the tabletop.

He smashed the bottle on the edge of the table and looked over at Lucy. His vision was still very fuzzy and Lucy faded in and out of his vision as he tried walking towards her.

"It's alright. I'll skin you myself," whispered Dean.

He took two steps towards Lucy before he fell face first onto the hardwood floor, Lucy smiling as she watched him fall.

Dean woke up and took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of basement laboratory, a light flickering above his head. Dean was chained down onto a large piece of wood, like in the Frankenstein movies. He was wearing the outfits that the boy servers would wear during Oktoberfest. He spotted a picture on the wall across from him of a beautiful young woman with raven colored hair and red lipstick on.

"She is beautiful, no?" asked Dracula, who was now standing on the last step leading into the basement laboratory.

Dracula stepped off of the step and into the basement.

"Bride number three from the first movie. She never got the acclaim that she deserved."

Dracula walked over to the picture and touched it reverently.

"Which is why I chose her shape, her form, to move among the mortals unknown. To listen to the cricket's songs of the living. That is when I discovered that my bride had been reborn! In this century," said Dracula.

Dean looked over at Dracula, laughing hysterically.

"I can't get over what a crazy son of a bitch you really are. Listen to me, you're not Dracula! I mean, you get that, right? Or even if you think you are Dracula, then what the hell is up with the mummy?" asked Dean, yelling.

Dracula was standing beside Dean now and he reached over, punching Dean directly in the face.

"I am all monsters!"

"This ain't a movie, you sorry sack of shit!"

Dracula punched Dean once again before walking to stand in front of Dean.

"Life is small and meager. The movies are grand and elegant. I have chosen elegance!"

Dracula flung out his cape so it surrounded him and Dean looked at him, his eyebrows pulled together in the middle of his forehead.

"You think elegance is really the word for what you did to Marissa? Or Rip Deacon? Or any of the others?" yelled Dean.

"But of course. It is a… monster movie, after all."

"You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie, right?" asked Dean.

"Ah, but this movie is mine. And in it, the monster will prevail. The monster gets the girl. And the hero is electrocuted," said Dracula, letting go of his cape and walking towards a lever on the wall, laughing as he did so.

"And tonight, Jonathan Harker, you will be my hero!"

Dracula began reaching for the handle as Dean struggled to get free from his bonds. Just as Dracula was about to grab the handle, the doorbell rang. Both men stopped what they were doing and looked at the ceiling above them.

"Please. Excuse me," said Dracula, flinging his cap around his face and fleeing up the stairs to answer the door.

Alex and Sam walked into the bar, looking around for Dean. Sam pulled out his cell phone and dialed Dean's number, which went straight to voicemail after only two rings.

"Hey, Dean, it's me. Um, listen, Ed is not our guy. Um, I'm guessing you went home with Jamie, so just call me or Alex when you can, okay?"

Sam hung up and walked over to Alex, who was crouched down and looking at the glass scotch bottle that Dean had broken earlier in the night. Sam cocked his head to the side in confusion and looked over at the table. The three shot glasses were still there, along with Lucy's lipstick covered napkin. Sam looked at the cocktail napkin and recognition dawned on his face. Alex stood up from her crouch and looked at Sam.

"Alex, it's Lucy. C'mon, we've gotta go. Now," urged Sam.

Sam grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her from the bar as they ran out to look for Dean.

Sam picked the lock on the front door of Lucy's house. The door creaked open as Sam and Alex walked inside, but they quickly shut it behind themselves. Sam and Alex both pulled out their guns as they walked slowly down the hallway, passing multiple closet doors on their way down the hall. They found a large wooden door and Sam and Alex both pulled it open. It led down into a large staircase and Sam let Alex go first. Alex walked slowly down the stairs and sighed in relief when she saw Dean in the large basement. She put her gun back in her waistband and Sam quickly climbed down the rest of the stairs after her, sticking his gun in the crook of his elbow and grabbing a crowbar from off of the large table, using it to get Dean free from his bonds.

"Oh, thank God. Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to frankenstein me," said Dean.

Sam pried Dean loose and then Dean jumped down from the place where he had been held. Alex and Sam took in Dean's outfit, laughing as Dean glared at them.

"Hey there, handsome," joked Sam, smirking.

Dean pointed a finger at him in warning.

"Shut up."

Alex led the way over to a smaller wooden door that was another way out. Sam handed Dean a small silver knife as protection before he stepped in front of the door. He kicked the door down and looked back at his siblings.

"Let's go," said Sam, leading the way into the unfamiliar hallway.

Sam opened the doors at the end of the hallway and stepped into a large master bedroom, his gun in front of him always. He saw Jamie lying on the bed, her nose bleeding from when Dracula had hit her earlier. Sam rushed over to her and was in the middle of the room when Dracula grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and flung him across the room and through a wall. Dracula whirled around as Dean entered the room and grabbed Dean before he could throw a punch.

"And Harker. Now, you die," said Dracula.

Dean kneed Dracula in the stomach and Dracula stumbled backwards a few steps.

"How about now, you shut the hell up," said Dean.

Dean glanced at Sam's gun on the ground, directly beside Dracula's right foot. Dean rushed towards it, but Dracula grabbed Dean and punched him in the nose, sending him flying backwards. Dean landed on his back, holding his nose as Dracula reared up, his fangs showing. Suddenly, three shots rang out and Dracula looked down at his chest, where blood was beginning to seep through his white shirt. He looked over at Alex, who had just entered the room, her gun raised as she glared at Dracula.

"Silver," said Dracula, as he looked over at Alex.

He stumbled backwards, but he still looked over at Alex.

"'Twas beauty who killed the beast," he whispered.

Dracula stumbled over to his large chair on one side of the room and he sat down in it, finally succumbing to his death as his eyes fluttered closed. Alex sighed and lowered her gun as Dracula was finally dead. Dean and Sam both stood up, Jamie slowly beginning to wake up as well. Dean got to Alex first and he looked her over.

"Are you alright?" he asked Alex.

"Dean, I'm fine. I'm not the one who was punched in the face, remember?" asked Alex, holding his chin in her hands as she looked at his face.

Dean smiled and gently held her wrists in his hands as her hands rested on his somewhat swollen face.

"Just as long as you're alright, little sister."

"Well, I did save your life, so I think I'm doing pretty damn good. But you better go check on sleeping beauty over there. She's been through quite a lot recently."

Alex nodded her head towards Jamie, who was now sitting up on the large king-sized bed. Dean smiled at Alex and leaned down, kissing her forehead gently. He walked over to Jamie and sat down beside her. Sam walked over to Alex, wincing as he rolled his shoulder back.

"You alright over there, Sammy?" asked Alex, as he approached her.

Sam smiled gently at his twin sister.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. My shoulder's just a little bit bruised from flying through that wall over there."

Alex nodded, smiling back at him and Sam pulled her into his chest for a hug.

"Thanks for saving our lives today, little sis. You know, sometimes you can be pretty bad ass."

Alex laughed into Sam's chest and Sam laughed along with her.

"C'mon, let's get outta here. Dean will take care of Jamie," said Alex.

Sam nodded and released Alex from their hug. He kissed the side of her head before she began walking out of the room. Sam quickly glanced back at Dean and Jamie, who were talking. Sam smiled and followed his twin sister from the room.

The next morning, Alex and Sam stood behind Dean as he kissed Jamie goodbye. After a few minutes, Alex cleared her throat. Jamie smiled over at her and Sam and Dean looked back at them. Alex and Sam had huge, sarcastic grins on their faces as their older brother looked at them.

"Bye," said Jamie, giving Dean one last kiss before he walked away her.

"You three saved my life, you know. So, thanks," said Jamie.

She smiled at the three of them one last time before walking back into the bar.

"I like her," said Sam, smiling over at Dean.

"Feels good to be back on the job, doesn't it?" asked Dean, smirking.

"Yeah, it sure does," said Alex.

"Hero gets the girl, monster gets the gank. All in all, a very happy ending," said Dean.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"Hey, now. Just remember who saved who in this particular scenario. Where's my Prince Charming? I mean, I should get one for saving everyone here!"

Alex stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and Dean and Sam laughed, exchanging a look. Sam nodded to Dean, who nodded back imperceptibly.

"Well, we thought you might say that," said Dean.

Alex's eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she looked between her brothers.

"What are you talking about?" asked Alex, biting her bottom lip.

Sam smiled and pointed across the street. Alex looked and gasped as she saw Kellan standing there, leaning against his new black convertible Mustang, smiling back at her.

"We leave tomorrow at eleven AM sharp. Don't be late," warned Sam, giving Alex some sort of a stern look.

Alex nodded, still smiling, and Sam pulled Dean away from Alex.

"Dean, let it go. She's an adult and we planned this together, remember?" asked Sam.

Dean nodded and they watched as Kellan walked across the street, Alex launching herself into his arms and kissing him as soon as he was close enough.

Dean smiled as he saw how happy Alex was and walked over to the Impala with Sam, driving away as his sister reunited with Kellan.

Alex held Kellan's hand as they walked through the local park that night.

"I still can't believe you're actually here! Or that Dean and Sam called you and told you to come," said Alex, sneaking a glance at Kellan.

Kellan smirked and scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, Sam said that on a job a couple of weeks ago, you mentioned me. And I've been missing you like crazy, Alex."

Alex smiled and they stopped walking to kiss. Alex smiled as she kissed Kellan and Kellan wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as they kissed.

"Can we go back to your room now?" asked Alex, pulling away from their kiss.

Kellan smiled.

"Of course, baby."

Kellan glanced at the clock the next morning, seeing that it was 9:30 AM. He sighed as he realized that he needed to leave soon so Alex could go on her next job with her brothers. He quietly climbed out of the bed, smirking when he saw that Alex had slipped on his shirt in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. Kellan sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless and wearing only his boxers as he thought back to last night.

Kellan groaned as he tried to get his motel room door open. Alex was planting open mouthed kisses all over his neck as he fumbled with the key to get the door open.

"Whoa, baby, hold on," whispered Kellan, his voice gruff with lust as he finally got the door open.

He pulled Alex inside and shoved her up against the door, attacking her mouth with fervor. Alex moaned into his mouth and Kellan moved his lips to her neck, Alex tilting her head back so Kellan could have better access. Alex groaned loudly as he nipped and sucked at her neck and Kellan moved back to her lips, kissing her forcefully. He grabbed her hips and Alex jumped up, locking her legs around his waist. Kellan held onto her thighs and Alex moved her hands to the hem of his cotton t-shirt. They separated briefly as Alex removed his shirt and she grinned when she saw his rock hard abs. Kellan grinned back at her, his chest rising and falling as he looked at her.

"Baby, bed. Now," demanded Alex.

"Anything you want."

Kellan carried Alex over to the bed and laid her down on the comforter, looking at her. Alex raised her arms up and Kellan removed her shirt. He stared at her for a few more seconds.

"God, you're so beautiful," whispered Kellan.

Alex smiled and grabbed the chain around Kellan's neck, pulling him towards her lips so she could kiss him again. Kellan obliged, and kissed her lips, reaching around her to unclasp her bra. Alex shrugged out of it and tossed it to the side. Kellan kissed down her neck and to her breasts. His tongue swiped over her left nipple and Alex groaned in pure pleasure, holding the back of Kellan's head to her breast.

"Kellan," moaned Alex, as he worshipped one of her nipples with his tongue and the other nipple with his hand.

As Kellan continued worshipping her breasts, Alex managed to move her hands to the front of his jeans. She quickly undid his belt buckle and used her feet to push his pants all the way off. Kellan leaned back, removing his pants as Alex undid her own jeans, kicking them off. This left the both of them in only their underwear. Kellan kissed Alex softly as he reached for the waistband of her panties.

"Are you sure about this, Alex? We don't have to do this tonight," said Kellan, looking into Alex's blue eyes.

Alex gently smiled and grabbed Kellan's chin in her hand.

"I'm sure, baby. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now," whispered Alex.

Kellan groaned at her words and quickly removed her underwear, leaving him in only his boxers. Alex took care of that situation and removed his boxers with her feet. Kellan held himself above Alex once they were both undressed, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked down at Alex and into her sparkling blue eyes. Alex nodded at him and Kellan leaned down, kissing her as he slowly slid inside her. Alex moaned loudly at the feeling of Kellan inside her. He moved so slowly and Alex groaned, wanting more. She grabbed the back of Kellan's neck and made him look at her.

"You better start moving faster, Kellan. I swear to God-"

Kellan cut her off by kissing her forcefully and pulling almost all the way out of her before thrusting back in, hard.

"That's it, baby. Just like that," moaned Alex.

Kellan groaned and thrust faster into her, sweat dripping down his perfectly toned back. Alex scratched her nails down Kellan's back, leaving marks and Kellan moaned in pain and pleasure. One of Alex's hands left Kellan's back and fell to the sheets, so Kellan grabbed it and laced their fingers together gently. Suddenly, Kellan changed angles and Alex cried out in immense pleasure.

"Kellan. Faster," she pleaded.

Kellan nodded and increased his pace as Alex cried out. Suddenly, Alex yelled his name as her whole body shuddered from the force of her orgasm. Kellan came undone as he watched her and he whispered her name. He laid down beside her as they both panted heavily, coming down from their high. Alex smiled when she was finally able to catch her breath. She rolled over and snuggled into Kellan's side. Kellan wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"God, I've missed you," said Alex.

Kellan chuckled and smiled.

"I've missed you too, Alex."

Alex smiled and lifted her head up, kissing him on the lips slowly.

Kellan smiled as he felt Alex's hands wrap around his shirtless back. She planted a kiss on his neck and Kellan turned around to face her, planting a kiss straight on her lips.

"I don't want you to leave," said Alex, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.

"I know, baby. But you know I have to help Mom and Joe with the bar. And you need to be with your brothers."

Alex nodded sadly and Kellan tilted her chin up so she would look at him.

"But you can call me whenever and I'll meet you wherever you are. I'll go anywhere for you, Alex."

Alex smiled and kissed Kellan quickly. She got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"You up for some shower sex, lover boy?" asked Alex, winking at Kellan as she stood in the bathroom doorway wearing only his t-shirt.

Kellan smirked back at her and stalked towards her.

"Of course I am."

Alex laughed as Kellan grabbed her and hauled her into the bathroom over his shoulder, slamming the door closed behind them.

"I hate saying goodbye," whispered Alex, her head buried into Kellan's chest.

Dean and Sam were waiting in the Impala as Alex and Kellan said goodbye.

"I know, baby. But we'll see each other again soon, I can promise you that. This isn't goodbye forever, you know."

Alex nodded and Kellan tilted her chin up, kissing her gently. Dean honked his horn after a few minutes and Alex sighed, flipping Dean off. Kellan chuckled and pushed a strand of hair behind Alex's ear.

"Bye, Alex."

Alex kissed Kellan one last time before she walked over and climbed into the Impala. She waved to Kellan until she couldn't see him any longer. Sam looked back at her.

"You alright, baby sister?"

Alex smiled.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Thanks for doing that for me, guys."

Sam nodded and Dean smiled at Alex as they headed out on the road for their next job.

"Agents Tyler and Perry, meet Frank O'Brian," said the coroner, unzipping the black body bag.

The Winchester siblings were in Rock Ridge, Colorado on a new case. They were currently posing as FBI agents, Sam and Alex posing as brother and sister as well. The three of them looked at the man's dead body in front of them.

"He died of a heart attack, correct?" asked Sam, looking over at the coroner.

"Three days ago," answered the coroner, nodding his head.

"Hmm. But O'Brian was only 44 years old and according to this, a marathon runner," said Sam, glancing at the file in his hands and raising an eyebrow.

"Well, everybody drops dead sooner or later, it's just one of those things. That's why you've got job security."

"Yes, but Frank kicked it here. Now, just yesterday two perfectly healthy men bit it in Malmon, all heart attacks, you don't think that's strange?" asked Alex.

"That sounds like Malmon's problem to me. I mean, why does the freaking FBI give a damn anyway?" asked the coroner.

"We would just like to see the results of Frank's autopsy, please," said Dean.

"What autopsy?" asked the coroner, looking between the three of them.

"Oh, you know, the one you're gonna do right now," said Dean, smiling over at the man.

A few minutes later, they watched as the coroner cut into Frank O'Brian's body, slicing straight down the middle of his chest. Alex made a face of disgust as her stomach churned while Sam and Dean watched, their arms crossed across their chests.

"First dead body?" asked the coroner, a smile on his face as he looked over at all of them.

"Far from it," answered Dean, his eyes never leaving Frank's dead body.

"Oh, well, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, uh, you wouldn't mind handing me those rib cutters, would you?"

Dean nodded and grabbed the tool that the coroner needed, handing it over to him. The coroner began cutting through Frank's ribs and Alex winced at the sound, Sam and Dean also flinching. Dean looked over the rest of the body and noticed a line around Frank's left ring finger. He reached over and touched Frank's hand with his glove.

"Hey, is this from a wedding ring?" asked Dean.

"I didn't think Frank was married," said Alex, glancing over at Frank's hand as well.

"Ain't my department," said the coroner, focusing on his work.

"Any idea how he got these?" asked Sam, holding up Frank's wrist that was full of cuts, scrapes, bruises, and skid marks.

"His body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground. Huh," said the coroner, pausing in his work.

"What is it?" asked Alex.

"I, uh, can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries."

The coroner plucked the heart from the body cavity and Alex literally gagged, turning away from the body. Sam rubbed her back gently.

"Alex, are you alright?" he asked gently.

Alex nodded and held one finger up to him.

"Yep, I'll be fine. Please, just give me a second."

Sam nodded and turned his attention back to the coroner and Frank's heart, which the coroner literally held in his hands.

"His heart looks pretty damn healthy. Hold this a second, would you?"

Dean held out his hands and the coroner placed Frank's heart in them, Sam chuckling to himself at Dean's disgusted look. The coroner dug around in the body some more and blood squirted out of the body and onto Sam's face. Sam flinched and closed his eyes as Dean chuckled.

"Oh, sorry. Spleen juice," explained the coroner.

Sam, Dean, and Alex were sitting in the lobby of the local police station, waiting to meet with a higher up. The young policeman at the desk smiled over at them and they all smiled back before exchanging glances. Suddenly, one of the side doors leading into the rest of the station opened and the officer looked over at the three siblings, who were now standing up.

"Who are they?" asked the older officer, walking towards the front desk.

"They're federal agents. I, uh…"

"And you kept them waiting?"

"Sir, you said not to disturb," answered the young officer, looking very confused.

"Come on back, you three."

The three siblings walked past the desk and into the office of the older cop. The officer closed the door behind them and shook all of their hands.

"Al Brennan. Pleased to meet all of you," said the officer, introducing himself.

"Yes, you too," said Sam.

Al motioned to the three chairs in front of his desk and the siblings took their seats as Al applied hand sanitizer to his hands. As he rubbed the hand sanitizer into his hands, it made some sort of squishing noise and the siblings all looked at each other, exchanging curious glances.

"Okay. So, what can I do for Uncle Sam?" asked Al, sitting down behind the desk and across from all three of them.

"Well, we're looking into the death of Frank O'Brian. We understand that some of your men happened to have found his body," explained Sam, looking at Al.

"They did. Me and Frank, we were friends. Hell, we were Gamecocks," said Al.

Dean laughed, but Al gave him a serious glance and Dean stopped laughing pretty quickly.

"That's our softball team's name. They're very majestic animals," said Al, still looking at Dean.

Dean nodded and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"I knew Frank since high school. To be honest, I just this morning got up the strength to go and see him. Frank was… He was a good man."

"Yeah. Big heart," said Dean.

Sam and Alex gave Dean a curious look. Dean just slightly shrugged, his eyebrows raised.

"Before he died, did you happen to notice Frank acting strange? Maybe scared of something?" asked Sam.

Al leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk.

"Oh, hell yeah. Real jumpy."

"Do you know what scared him?" asked Alex.

"No. He wouldn't ever answer his phone. Finally sent some of my boys over to check on him and, well, you certainly know the rest."

Sam nodded as Al began coughing profusely. His shoulders shook with his wheezing coughs and Alex looked concerned. Al grabbed his hand sanitizer bottle and squirted a large amount into the palms of his hands.

"So why do the Feds give a crap? I mean, you don't really think there's a case here, do you?" asked Al, looking over at them.

"No, no, it's, uh, probably nothing. Just a heart attack," said Dean, smiling over at Al.

"No way this was just a heart attack," said Dean, as they walked away from the police station.

Sam and Alex shook their heads.

"Definitely no way. Three victims, all with those same red scratches, all went from jittery to terrified to dead all within 48 hours? No way," said Sam.

"So this could be a hundred different things too. Great," said Alex.

"Alright, so, we make a list and start crossing things off," said Sam.

"Good, good. So who was the last person to see Frank O'Brian alive?" asked Dean, his hands in his pockets.

"Um, that would be his neighbor, Mark Hutchins," answered Alex.

"Whoa, whoa, hang on, hold on," said Dean, stopping Alex and Sam from walking any farther.

"What is it, Dean?" asked Sam.

"I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there," answered Dean.

He nodded his head towards a group of about six teenagers, all boys. They each had a bike and were all just talking. Sam and Alex exchanged curious glances.

"Let's walk this way," said Dean, heading across the street using the crosswalk.

Sam and Alex looked at Dean's retreating form, back at the teenagers, and then back to Dean.

"Tyler and Perry. Just like Aerosmith!" said Mark Hutchins, Frank's neighbor.

The three siblings were sitting in the man's living room, surrounded by cases and tanks of reptiles. A yellow-spotted lizard in a rather large tank was located behind Dean's head and Mark had a smaller python snake wrapped around his neck casually.

"Yes, it's a very small world. So, please, tell us, when was the last time you saw Frank O'Brian?" asked Sam.

"Um, Monday. He was watching me from his window," said Mark, nodding towards the open window in his living room.

"I waved to him, but he just closed the curtains."

"Hmm. Did you speak to him recently, did he seem different or, uh, scared?" asked Sam.

"Oh, totally, he was really freaking out!" answered Mark.

Sam looked at Dean, who was glaring at the baby alligator in the tank next to his head. Dean looked over at Mark after a few seconds, attempting a small smile.

"Do you, uh, do you know what scared him?" asked Dean.

"Well, yeah, witches."

All three of the siblings' heads turned to attention as they looked at Mark.

"Witches?" asked Alex.

"Like…?" asked Sam.

"Okay, so, The Wizard of Oz was on TV the other night, right? And he said that that green bitch was totally out to get him."

"Um, okay, was there anything else scaring him?" asked Alex.

"Oh, yeah, everything scared him. Al Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener, those Pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff," said Mark.

"So, tell me, what was Frank like?" asked Sam.

"Um, I mean, he's dead, you know? I, uh, don't want to hammer him, but he got better," explained Mark, playing with the small snake around his neck.

"He got better?" asked Alex.

"Well, in high school, he was a dick."

"A dick?" asked Sam.

"Like a bully. I mean, he probably taped half of this town's butt cheeks together. Mine included," said Mark, looking over at Dean, who was chuckling.

Dean's smile faded as Mark looked over at him. Dean cleared his throat.

"So, he pissed a lot of people off. Do you think anyone would've wanted to get revenge?"

"Well, I don't… Frank had a heart attack, right?"

"Just answer the question, sir," said Sam, nodding his head.

"No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better, he was much better. And after what happened to his wife-"

"His wife?" asked Alex.

"So he was married," stated Dean.

Mark nodded sadly and slowly.

"She died. About 20 years ago. I mean, Frank was really broken up about it."

Dean nodded and looked at the snake around Mark's neck. Mark noticed Dean's stare and pointed to the snake he was holding. Mark laughed.

"Oh, don't be scared of Donnie. He's such a sweetheart! It's Marie you've got to look out for," said Mark, nodding his head towards the yellow python that was currently slithering around the back of the couch the siblings were sitting on.

"She smells fear," said Mark.

Alex scooted closer to Sam as she took in the snake and Dean took in a deep breath as the snake crawled over his leg.

Later that night, Dean sat in the car alone, reading an old newspaper article he had printed off and scratching his arm. He jumped slightly as Sam and Alex returned to the vehicle and climbed inside, Alex climbing in first. Sam slammed the door closed behind him.

"Hey," said Sam, looking over at Dean, who nodded towards them.

"Any luck at the county clerk's office?" asked Alex from the backseat.

"Well, I'm not so sure I would call it luck," said Dean, handing the article he had previously been reading over to Sam.

"Frank's wife, Jessie, was a manic depressive. She went off of her meds back in '88 and then vanished. They found her two weeks later, three towns over, strung up in her motel room. Suicide."

"Any chance Frank helped her along to the other side?" asked Sam, looking over the article Dean had just handed him.

"No, Frank was working a swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight alibi," explained Dean, starting the Impala and pulling it out onto the street.

"How was Frank's pad?" asked Dean.

Sam and Alex shook their heads.

"Clean and pristine. We searched from top to bottom, no EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur," said Alex.

"So, probably no ghost, no witches, no demons," stated Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed while Alex nodded.

"Three down and 97 to go," said Dean, sighing.

"Yeah," agreed Sam.

Alex glanced over at Dean's speedometer and noticed that he was driving incredibly slowly.

"Dean, you're only going twenty," said Alex.

Sam looked over at the speedometer as well and frowned when he saw that Alex was right.

"Yes, and?" asked Dean.

"Um, that's the speed limit," said Sam.

"So, what, safety's a crime now?" asked Dean.

Alex and Sam shrugged as Dean drove right by the motel they were supposed to be staying at.

"Dean, where are you going, that was our motel!" yelled Sam, turning around to look at the place they had just driven past.

"Guys, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic, that's suicidal," said Dean.

Alex nudged Sam as she began hearing a noise. Sam began hearing it as well and they both cocked their heads to the side in confusion.

"Did I just say that? That was kind of weird," laughed Dean.

"Do you guys hear something?" asked Alex.

Sam nodded and reached inside his jacket pocket, pulling out the EMF meter, which was going off and lighting up like crazy as it was pointed at Dean. Dean's and Alex's eyes widened as the EMF only went off when it was close to Dean.

"Am I haunted? Am I haunted?" asked Dean, panic entering his voice as he looked over at Sam and Alex.

"Yeah, alright. Thanks, Bobby," said Sam, hanging up his phone as he approached the motel's front door.

Sam was carrying a box of doughnuts in his hands as he approached the door of the motel. He stopped when he heard music blasting from the Impala, which was parked across the street. No one seemed to be in the car, so Sam quickly crossed the street and looked inside the car, which was blasting "Eye of the Tiger." Dean was lying down in the front seat, pretending to play the drums. Sam banged his hand on the roof and Dean shot up, startled. He flipped off the radio and climbed out of the car.

"Sam, look at this," said Dean.

He rolled up the sleeves of his right shirt a little past his elbow. Three long, red scratch marks were on his arm.

"I just talked to Bobby," said Sam, handing Dean the box of doughnuts.

"And?"

"Um, well, you're not gonna like it. Where's Alex?" asked Sam, looking around for his twin sister.

"She's sleeping in the motel room. What is it?" asked Dean, sniffing the box of doughnuts and then throwing them into the passenger seat of his car.

"It's ghost sickness," answered Sam.

"Ghost sickness."

"Yeah."

"Oh, God, no. Um, I don't even know what that is," said Dean, leaning against his car.

"Okay, well, some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease, which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes."

"Okay, so, get to the good stuff, please."

"Symptoms are you get anxious, scared, then really scared, and then your heart gives out. Sound familiar?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, but Sam, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks."

"Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost. Look, once the spirit infects that first person, ghost sickness can spread like any sickness. Through a cough, a handshake, whatever, it's just like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brian was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero."

"Our very own outbreak monkey."

"Right. Get this. Frank was in Malmon over the weekend. Softball tournament. Which is where he must have infected the other two victims," explained Sam.

"Were they Gamecocks?" asked Dean.

Sam shook his head.

"Cornjerkers."

"So, a ghost infected Frank. Then, he passed it on to the other guys and I got it from his corpse?"

"Right."

"So, now what, I have 48 hours until I go insane and my heart stops?"

Sam sighed and looked down at the ground.

"More like 24."

"Super," said Dean, very sarcastically.

"Yeah."

Dean sighed, leaning against his car once again.

"Well, why me, why not you? I mean, you got hit with some of his spleen juice."

"Yeah. Um, see, Bobby and I have a theory about that too. Turns out all three victims shared a certain, um, personality type."

Dean looked at Sam, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, Frank was a bully and the other two guys, one was a vice principal and the other one was a bouncer."

"Okay…" said Dean, still not understanding what Sam was trying to say.

"Basically, they were all dicks," said Sam.

Dean scoffed and raised his eyebrows.

"So, you're saying I'm a dick?"

"No, no, it's not just that. All three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is just returning the favor," explained Sam.

"But I don't scare people."

"Dean, all we do is scare people."

Dean sighed.

"Okay, well, then you're a dick too."

"Apparently, I'm not," said Sam, a large smile on his face.

"Whatever. How do we stop it?" asked Dean.

Sam sighed.

"We gank the ghost that started all of this. We do that and the disease should clear up."

"You thinking Frank's wife?"

Sam shrugged, squinting as the sun began shining in his eyes.

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know?" asked Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Hey, what are you doing waiting out here anyway?"

Dean sighed and pointed to the motel.

"Our room's on the fourth floor. It's, uh, it's really high up there," said Dean.

Sam nodded, scoffing as he put his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first."

"Thanks," said Dean, relief washing over his features.

"Sure," said Sam, heading across the street and into the motel to wake up Alex and to see if he could get their room moved down to the first floor instead of the fourth.

Dean climbed back into the Impala to wait for Sam and Alex, looking at the doughnuts and then throwing them off to the passenger side.

Dean sat in the large motel room later that afternoon, watching the clock carefully as it ticked. It seemed extra loud to Dean. He shrugged and looked back down at the book about ghost sickness that he was currently flipping through. He coughed a few times and stared at the horrible images on the pages. One was of someone coughing up blood and another was of a man whose heart was being ripped from his chest, blood going everywhere. Dean stared at the book, rubbing his eyes as he saw words on the page that didn't belong. The ticking of the clock seemed to be getting louder and longer. Dean sighed and stood up, grabbing the clock from off of the wall and throwing it on the ground, glass shattering and going everywhere.

Sam and Alex walked back into the motel room, noticing the clock on the floor and not on the wall. They glanced over at Dean, who was nursing a beer while he sat on the ugly green cough, his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Everything alright in here?" asked Sam.

"Oh, yeah. Just peachy," said Dean, smiling sarcastically over at them.

Sam and Alex looked at him weirdly.

"Did you two find anything?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. Jessie O'Brian's body was cremated, so I'm pretty sure that she's not our ghost," explained Sam, sitting down in the armchair and propping his feet up as well.

Alex sat down next to Dean and knocked his hand away from his arm.

"Hey. Quit picking at that," scolded Alex, nodding to the scratches on Dean's arm.

Dean glared over at her, but stopped scratching his arm. Alex smiled at him.

"How are you feeling?" asked Sam.

"Awesome. Since I have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It's freaking delightful," said Dean, sarcastically as he took another drink from his beer.

"Yeah, well, we'll keep looking," said Alex.

Dean nodded as he began to cough profusely.

"Dean?" asked Alex, looking very concerned as Dean continued coughing.

Dean leaned forward, setting his beer down on the table as he rushed towards the bathroom, choking and coughing now.

"Whoa, Dean!" yelled Sam.

He and Alex stood up quickly and followed Dean into the bathroom. Dean spit up into the sink. Blood came up from his mouth along with a small wooden chip. Dean washed it off and grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger.

"What the fuck?" whispered Dean, twirling the wood chip between his fingers.

"We've been ignoring the biggest clue we have. You," said Sam, smiling now.

"Well, I don't want to be a clue," said Dean, slightly pouting as he walked back into the room and out of the bathroom, Sam and Alex following him.

"The disease, it's trying to tell us something!" said Sam.

"Tell us what, wood chips?" asked Dean, very sarcastically.

Sam laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Exactly."

Dean pulled the car up to the local lumber mill, slowly pulling the car into a place where it wouldn't be in the way. He put it in park and climbed out of the driver's side, pulling the seat forward so Alex could climb out on his side as well. The place looked deserted as the three siblings looked up at it.

"I'm not going in there," said Dean.

Sam sighed and leaned his hands on the roof of the car.

"Dean, we need you," said Alex, sticking her lower lip out and pouting at Dean.

"You're going in, Dean," yelled Sam, as he walked around the back of the Impala.

Alex watched as Dean reached inside the Impala and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under his seat. He took a large gulp from it, downing almost half of the bottle in a few swallows. Alex rolled her eyes as Dean stuck the whiskey back into its hiding spot.

"Yeah, let's do this!" yelled Dean, walking to the trunk and unlocking it.

He looked over at the lumber mill as he unlocked the trunk.

"It's a little spooky looking, isn't it?" asked Dean, looking between his siblings.

Sam and Alex shook their heads as Dean finally opened the trunk. Sam ducked under the trunk's open lid and began grabbing guns, handing one to Alex and then another one to Dean. Dean just looked at the gun, not taking it.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that," said Dean.

Sam stood up straight, looking at Dean.

"It could go off!" argued Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean reached inside the trunk, grabbing the flashlight and holding it to his chest tightly. He smiled.

"I'll man the flashlight."

Sam smiled sarcastically.

"You go ahead and do that."

Sam led the way into the darkened lumber mill, his shotgun aimed and ready. Alex stood in the back this time as Dean walked in between her and Sam, holding his flashlight. The EMF meter began going off in Sam's pocket as they walked further into the building. Sam took it out of his pocket to check it, but then noticed that Dean's hand was gently resting on his arm.

"The EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?" asked Dean, smiling gently.

"You don't say," answered Sam, sarcastically.

Sam stuck the EMF meter back into his pocket and zipped his pocket back up.

"C'mon," said Alex.

They took only a few steps when Sam suddenly flung out his arm to stop all of them, startling Dean. Alex rolled her eyes as Dean flinched and jumped away from Sam. Sam bent down in a crouch and picked up a round piece of metal from underneath a cloth. He looked at it closely.

"It's to Frank. It says, 'Love Jessie.' Frank O'Brian's ring," said Sam.

"What in the hell was Frank doing here?" asked Alex, standing over the boys.

"No idea," answered Sam.

They found a dark and empty hallway as they continued walking further into the lumber mill. As they walked, they began to hear a clanking and banging sound coming from one of the rooms farther down the empty hallway. Sam located the room and stepped slowly inside. It was an old locker room and the banging was emerging from one of the middle lockers in the first row. Sam reached for the handle of the locker, as Dean shook his head, his eyes wide.

"On three," mouthed Sam.

Dean and Alex nodded as Sam began counting, whispering the numbers to them. Sam yanked the locker door open and a little brown cat meowed back at him, jumping from the top shelf of the locker onto the floor. Dean let out the most girlish yell Sam and Alex had ever heard, screaming at the top of his lungs. He bent over at his waist to catch his breath once he was done screaming, Sam and Alex just staring at him.

"That was scary," said Dean, smiling broadly at his siblings as he tried to catch his breath.

Sam and Alex just brushed past him to head farther into the lumber mill building, Dean quickly following after them. They walked into a much larger room at the very end of the hall. The floors were just dirt and papers were strewn all about them. A desk was pushed against the walls directly across from the doorway and on the wall to the right of them as they walked inside the room. Sam and Alex headed for the desk to the right of them while Dean headed for the other desk. Sam pulled an employee's ID out from under a large book that rested on the desk.

"Luther Garland," he read from the ID card.

Dean swatted some papers away from a drawing of Jessie O'Brian that was resting on the tabletop of the desk. Dean pulled out the paper he had printed out from his pocket and looked from the charcoal drawing on the desk and back to the paper he held in his hands.

"Hey, this is, uh… This is Frank's wife!" yelled Dean, looking down at the drawing.

"And the plot thickens," said Alex, walking over to see the drawing on the desk Dean had found, Sam stuffing Luther Garland's ID in his jacket pocket as he followed behind his twin sister.

"Yeah, but into what?" asked Dean, ripping the paper drawing from off of the tabletop.

Suddenly, the machinery in the lumber mill began churning and turning on. Alex and Sam listened, but Dean's eyes widened and he flinched back in horror as he heard the machines turn on and begin moving. As Dean faced the doorway, his eyebrows flew up in surprise as he saw a man standing in the corner of the room the three of them were currently standing in. Sam and Alex looked over at Dean, took in his terrified facial expression, and whirled around, their eyes' widening as they also took in the large man in the corner. Sam and Alex held their guns up, but didn't shoot at the man yet. Sam slowly walked forward only a few steps.

"Hey!" yelled Sam.

He turned around to look for Dean, but Dean had taken off running in the other direction, outside, towards the car. Alex and Sam both sighed as they saw Dean running away from them, but they quickly turned around to face the ghost in front of them. The man was staring at them, his chin trembling as he looked over at them. He had marks all over his face and he suddenly charged toward them, whimpering. Sam didn't hesitate as he shot the gun, the man disappearing after one shot.

Dean was crouched behind the Impala, drinking the rest of his whiskey. Sam and Alex ran over to the Impala, catching their breath as they stood before him. Sam held up the employee ID card he had found.

"I guess we found the right place," said Sam.

Dean and Alex nodded, both of them still trying to catch their breath.

"This is the Garland file," said the young police officer, handing Sam the manila file folder he currently held in his hands.

"Thanks," said Sam.

The young police officer glanced behind Sam to look at Dean and Alex. Alex was inspecting her split ends and her nails while Dean looked absolutely horrible. He was scratching at his arm, he had large black circles under his eyes, and he was very pale.

"Is he… drunk?" asked the police officer, looking back at Sam.

Sam glanced back at Dean for a split second. Dean gave him a thumbs up and a slight wink as Alex smiled at them. Sam turned back to face the young officer.

"No, he's definitely not drunk. But Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. Well, what does that mean, exactly?" asked Sam.

"Um, sir, the guy died twenty years ago. Before my time. Sorry."

"Well, can we talk to the sheriff then?"

"Um, he's out sick today," answered the young officer, quickly stealing a glance at the sheriff's closed office door.

"Well, if you happen to see him, will you have him call one of us? We're staying at the Bluebird," said Sam, glancing back at the sheriff's office door as well.

The young officer nodded and Sam held up the manila file folder, his attention focused back on the very young deputy.

"Mind if I take this?"

The boy shook his head and Sam slapped his hand on the counter, thanking the kid. He walked out of the police station, Alex following directly behind him. Dean stayed behind, pointing his finger at the kid.

"You know what? You're awesome," said Dean, smiling over at the kid.

The kid cracked a large smile.

"Hey, thanks! Um, you too, I guess…"

Dean nodded, his smile growing larger until Sam and Alex walked back inside the police station, dragging Dean away from the kid.

The three siblings rounded the corner in a private nursing home, an old woman walking down the hallway with her IV attached to her arm. Dean jumped back when he spotted the woman, and Alex grabbed Dean's hand dragging him along with her and Sam as they continued walking down the hallway.

"I mean, these badges are fake. What if we get caught? I mean, I can't go to jail," argued Dean.

"Dean, shh! Just calm down, alright? Deep breaths, okay?" asked Sam.

He stood in front of Dean and all three of the siblings took in one deep breath together, exhaling through their noses.

"There. Do you feel better?" asked Alex, looking straight at Dean.

Dean shook his head and Sam cursed under his breath.

"Just come on."

Sam grabbed Dean's elbow and dragged him along down the hallway.

"Don't scratch," said Alex, noticing Dean start to reach for his arm.

Sam led the way into the large and sunny recreational room, where an older man was sitting down at one of the tables. Sam cleared his throat as the three of them approached and the man looked up at them, a bored expression on his face.

"Mr. Garland, hi," said Sam, as the three of them walked around the table to stand in front of the man.

"Um, I'm Agent Tyler and this is my sister, also Agent Tyler. That's our colleague, Agent Perry. We're from the FBI and we'd like to ask you a few questions regarding your brother, Luther," explained Sam.

The man looked over at them and leaned back in his chair.

"Let me see some ID," he demanded.

Dean looked over at Sam and Alex, his face full of fear.

"Oh, most certainly," said Alex, reaching inside her jacket pocket for her fake federal ID badge.

She nudged Dean's elbow and he pulled out his badge as well. The man took all three of their badges and looked up at the three of them.

"Those are real. Obviously," said Dean, raising his eyebrows as the man looked over at him.

Sam cleared his throat and gave Dean a look, telling him to stop talking. Alex sighed.

"I mean, who would pretend to be a federal agent, huh, that's just nutty," finished Dean, nervously laughing as he looked at the much older man in front of him.

Sam gave Alex a knowing look and Alex stepped on Dean's foot, hard. Dean flinched back from the pain while Alex and Sam continued looking at Mr. Garland, smiling gently. The man nodded, closed all of their ID's, and handed them back to the three of them.

"So, what would you like to know?" he asked them.

"Um, well, according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma," explained Sam, sitting down in the only available chair across from Mr. Garland.

Mr. Garland scoffed at Sam's information.

"So, you don't agree?" asked Alex, looking down at the man who was sitting in front of her.

"No, I don't."

"Well, then what would you call it?" asked Sam.

"It doesn't matter what an old man thinks."

"Mr. Garland. We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please, help us," pleaded Sam.

Mr. Garland reached over and grabbed a picture from off of the top of the file folder Sam had lying out in front of him on the table top. Mr. Garland stared at the picture of his brother as he spoke.

"Everyone was always so scared of Luther. They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean looking. Just too… different. It didn't matter if he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter that he would never hurt no one."

Mr. Garland began getting choked up and they could hear the tears in his voice as he continued talking.

"A lot of people failed Luther. And I was one of them. I was a widower with three young ones and I told myself that there was just nothing I could do."

"Mr. Garland, um, do you recognize this woman?" asked Sam, unfolding the picture of Jessie O'Brian that was in the file folder in front of him.

Mr. Garland held the photo up slightly so that he could get a better look at it.

"Yep, that's Jessie O'Brian. Her man Frank killed Luther."

"And how would you know that?" asked Alex, exchanging curious glances with her siblings.

"Ah, hell, everybody knows. They just don't really wanna talk about it," answered Mr. Garland.

"You see, Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always really nice to Luther. And he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her, so he blamed Luther. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant until he was past dead."

"And O'Brian was never arrested?" asked Dean.

"I screamed to every single cop in town. They wouldn't look into Frank. He was the pillar of the community. And my brother was just a giant freak."

"You must have hated Frank O'Brian," said Alex, looking at Mr. Garland sadly with a small, gentle smile on her face as well.

"I did for a very long time, but life's too short for hate, sweetheart. And besides, Frank definitely wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. It's a damn shame that he had to go and put Luther through the same, but hell, that's fear. It just spreads and spreads," finished Mr. Garland, smiling over at the three of them.

Sam, Dean, and Alex walked out the back door of the nursing home after their conversation with Mr. Garland.

"Now I know what these are," said Dean, pointing to the scratch marks on his arms.

"Road rash. And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that damn road," said Dean.

Sam loosened his tie around his neck as they approached the Impala.

"Makes sense. You're experiencing his death in slow motion," said Sam, resting his arms on the hood of the Impala.

Alex nodded in agreement and then placed her hand on her stomach, suddenly feeling queasy. Sam looked at her strangely.

"Alex. Are you alright?" asked Sam.

Alex shook her head and she ran over to the corner of the building, throwing up in the bushes there. Sam and Dean made faces of disgust as they heard her retch a few times before she pulled herself together. She spit into the grass and then walked back over to the car.

"Whoa, what's going on?" asked Sam, looking into Alex's face.

Alex shook her head.

"It's probably just food poisoning or something. Let's just move on," pleaded Alex.

Sam nodded.

"Right. Well, I say let's burn some bones and make me healthy once again," said Dean.

"Dean, it, um, won't be that easy," said Sam.

"No, no. It'll be that easy. Why wouldn't it be that easy?"

"Luther was road hauled. His body was ripped to pieces, he was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all of the remains."

"You're kidding me," said Dean.

"Look, we'll just have to figure something else out."

Dean shook his head.

"You know what, screw this."

Dean began walking away, but Alex and Sam followed him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dean, calm down," said Alex.

"No, I mean, c'mon, Sam, Alex. What are we doing?" asked Dean.

"We're hunting a ghost," explained Sam.

"A ghost, exactly, who does that?"

"Us," responded Alex, looking confused.

"Us, right. And that, guys, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt down monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run far, far away, but not us, oh, no, no, no. We… We search out things that want to kill us, eh, huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane!"

Sam and Alex cocked their heads to the side as Dean continued on his angry tangent about their horrible lives.

"And then there's the horrible diner food, and then, and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, guys, huh? Seriously? I mean, do you two actually like being stuck in a car with me for eight hours a day every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive way too fucking fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you know what? You can forget it," said Dean, throwing his car keys over to Sam, who caught them effortlessly.

"Dean, where in the hell are you going?" asked Alex, watching Dean pace beside the driver's side of the Impala.

"Stay away from me, okay? Because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the hell hounds and the ghost sickness and the whole damn apocalypse. I'm out, I'm done, I quit," said Dean, finally walking away from them and away from the nursing home.

Sam sighed and expelled a large breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He looked over at Alex, who just stared back at him, blowing a stray hair out of her face.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," said Sam.

Alex nodded, looking down at her stomach and placing her hand over it.

"Yeah, to say the least," she whispered.

About an hour later, Sam and Alex entered their motel room and saw Dean sitting on the couch. Sweat beads were all over his forehead and he looked like a deer in headlights.

"We looked everywhere for you, Dean. How in the hell did you even get here?" asked Sam, walking over to stand in front of Dean.

"I ran here," answered Dean.

Sam and Alex stared at him sadly before they sat down next to him on the couch.

"So, what do we do now? I mean, I've got less than four hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, Sammy."

Sam sighed, nodding his head.

"Yeah, you are. And you're going back."

"Back?" asked Dean.

"Downstairs, Dean. Hell. It's about damn time, too. Because the truth is, you've been a real pain in my ass," said Sam.

Dean looked over at him, his vision blurry and his heart pounding extremely loudly in his chest. Sam's eyes were yellow as he looked over at Dean, a sadistic smile on his face. Dean reached over to punch him, but Sam flung his palm up, knocking Dean against the wall.

"You get out of my brother, you evil son of a bitch!" yelled Dean.

Sam laughed and Alex looked terrified, sitting on the sofa, looking from Dean to Sam and back again.

"No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm going to become. This is who I want to become. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it," said Sam, his eyes turning yellow once again.

Sam grabbed Dean by his neck and began suffocating him. Dean struggled to release Sam's hold from around his neck.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dean! Relax, it's just me. Dean!" yelled Sam.

Dean focused back in on the present and saw Sam standing in front of him, Alex standing behind Sam as they both looked at him, very concerned. Dean tried to calm down his breathing as he looked at his siblings. He nodded and Sam slapped him on the shoulder gently, making sure he was alright.

Alex quickly stumbled from the bed she shared with Sam and ran into the bathroom, making it in just the nick of time as she began throwing up as soon as she opened the lid of the toilet. Sam sighed as he heard her retching, Dean sound asleep as usual. Sam checked the clock, which read 6:30 AM. He rolled over and climbed out of bed, walking over to the bathroom doorway, standing in the doorway as Alex brushed her teeth and rinsed out her mouth.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, Sammy. I'm really sorry," whispered Alex, looking at Sam through the mirror as she finished brushing her teeth.

Sam nodded, gently smiling over at his twin sister.

"I've always been a light sleeper, just like you. I guess it's one of our twin things."

Alex smiled as she turned to face him and Sam walked towards her, meeting her in the middle of the bathroom. He held her close and stroked her hair as she sighed into his chest.

"Alex, is there something going on? Why do you keep getting sick?"

"Sammy, I really don't know. I think it must just be the food I've been eating. I guess my stomach's just bothering me a lot more than usual."

Sam nodded and kissed the top of her head as he let her go. He smiled down at her.

"At first, I thought you were coming in here to take care of your… well, you know," said Sam, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

Alex smiled back at him, laughing, but then suddenly froze as she realized what he meant. Sam stared at her, confused.

"Alex, are you alright?"

Alex quickly snapped back into focus and smiled gently at Sam.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just gonna use the bathroom real fast and then I'll be right out."

Sam nodded and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Alex leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, counting on her fingers. She counted three times just to be sure, but she knew she was right. She had never missed a period in her life and now, she was over two weeks late.

"We have to scare the ghost to death in order to save Dean," asked Alex, repeating what Bobby had told her and Sam that morning.

Bobby nodded as he grabbed a shotgun from the Impala's trunk, handing one to Alex, one to Sam, and grabbing one from himself.

"Has someone called Dean to let him know we have a plan in place to save him?" asked Alex, following Bobby and Sam around the corner in the lumber mill.

Sam nodded as they rounded another corner.

"Okay, Alex, stick with Bobby. I've got this one on my own," explained Sam.

"What, Sam, no," whispered Alex.

"Alex, just go. This is the only way it's ever going to work."

Alex sighed, but nodded and Sam kissed her forehead gently before he took off around the corner, Alex following Bobby as they headed straight down the hallway instead.

Sam walked into the room where they had previously found the drawing of Jessie O'Brian. Sam had his shotgun raised as he entered into the room, on the lookout for Luther Garland's ghost.

"Any luck?" asked Bobby, through the walkie-talkies that they were currently using.

Sam grabbed the walkie-talkie from off of his belt buckle and held it up to his mouth.

"No, nothing at all. I mean, I don't know what's wrong, Bobby. The last time, he came right at us. It's almost like he, uh… like he's scared," explained Sam.

"So now what?" asked Bobby.

Sam didn't answer right away, as he was currently putting his shotgun down on the ground.

"I guess I've gotta make him angry," answered Sam.

He ran over to desk that held all of Luther's drawings. He tossed one aside that was of no importance and found one of Jessie O'Brian. Sam glanced around the room as he began ripping it apart.

"Hey, Luther!" called out Sam.

As Sam found another drawing of Jessie O'Brian, the machinery around the lumber mill began turning on like it had before. Sam began ripping up the drawing in his hands as he looked around the room he was standing in.

"C'mon, Luther! Where the hell are you?"

Sam opened the drawers of the desk and found more and more picture of Jessie O'Brian.

"What are you waiting for, Luther?" asked Sam.

As he began ripping up the final picture of Jessie O'Brian, Luther appeared behind Sam. Sam gulped as he felt a presence behind him. He whirled around and saw Luther, his teeth bared as he glared at Sam. Luther threw Sam onto the dirt floor. Sam began crawling away, reaching for his shotgun. As soon as Sam was close, though, Luther grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him backwards. Luther kicked Sam in the stomach, and Sam flinched, but began crawling towards his shotgun again. Luther dragged him backwards yet again and flipped Sam over. Sam was now lying on his back, facing Luther. Sam smirked as Luther grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket. Luther began hitting Sam and slamming him down on the ground, but Sam had a plan. He reached up and grabbed the metal chains that were resting above his head. He quickly wrapped them all the way around Luther's neck. Luther let go of Sam, grabbing the chains around his neck as he began to panic.

"Alex, punch it!" yelled Sam.

Alex quickly stepped on the gas pedal in the Impala, Bobby sitting in the passenger seat beside her. Luther's ghost was chained to the back of their car and as she drove faster and farther away, he slowly began to disintegrate into little wisps of black smoke. Once he was completely gone, the machinery in the lumber mill turned off all on its own. Alex quickly stepped on the brake, stopping the car as she looked over at Bobby.

Dean gasped for breath back in their motel room. He blinked his eyes repeatedly just to make sure all of his hallucinations were gone. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and touched the unblemished skin of his forearm. He began to catch his breath as he lay sprawled out on the hardwood floor of their motel room.

"Alex, Bobby!" yelled Sam, running out from the lumber mill.

Alex and Bobby climbed out of the car and Alex quickly ran over to the nearest vacant area, emptying the contents of her stomach into the dirt. Sam and Bobby stared at her as she did so.

"Um, is she a little weaker than I thought or does she have the flu?" asked Bobby.

Sam shrugged.

"I don't know, Bobby. She's been throwing up for a few days now. She also sleeps all the time and eats almost as much as Dean now. Maybe that's why she keeps throwing up," said Sam.

"Hmm. Interesting," said Bobby, looking at Alex curiously.

"So, let me get this straight. You three road hauled a ghost with a chain?" asked Dean, standing in front of the Impala as he looked at his siblings and Bobby.

"It was with an iron chain. And that's how the spell worked," said Sam, pointing over to Bobby.

"Hmm. That's a new one," said Dean, taking a long drink from his bottle of beer.

"Well, that's what he was most afraid of. It was pretty damn brutal though," said Sam, looking over at Alex and Bobby, who nodded in agreement along with him.

"But on the upside, I'm still alive, so go team," cheered Dean, lifting his bottle towards all three of them in a toast.

They all chuckled.

"Yeah. How are you feeling, by the way?" asked Alex, kicking some rocks with the toe of her shoe as she looked over at Dean.

"I'm fine. Doing a lot better than you from what I've been hearing."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he looked over at her and Alex shrugged.

"So, I think I just have some sort of stomach bug. It'll pass in a day or two."

The three boys looked at her and Alex rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine, I promise! You three don't have to worry about me, I can definitely take care of myself," said Alex.

Bobby smiled and headed towards his car.

"Well, I better be going back home. Drive safe, children," said Bobby.

He gave Alex one last, curious glance before climbing into his car.

"You too, Bobby," said Sam.

"And thanks for all of your help!" called out Alex.

Bobby waved them off as he started his car and drove away, dust flying everywhere in his car's wake.

"So, uh, what did you see? Near the end, I mean," asked Sam, looking over at Dean.

"What, besides a cop beating my ass?" asked Dean, smirking.

"Seriously," asked Sam.

Dean looked over at Sam, and swore he saw a flash of yellow in his younger brother's eyes. But a split second later, it was gone and Sam was just looking at him with his normal, green eyes.

"Um, howler monkeys. The whole room full of them. Those things creep the living hell out of me," replied Dean.

Sam and Alex both scoffed at Dean's response.

"Nah, just the usual stuff, guys. But nothing I couldn't handle," said Dean, taking another drink from his beer.

Alex and Sam nodded along with him, Sam and Dean drinking from their beers as Alex watched them.

Later that night, Alex sat in the bathroom, her phone in her hand and tears rolling down her face as she stared at her phone. It was three in the morning and Sam and Dean were fast asleep, both of them snoring soundly and very loudly. Alex took a deep breath and dialed the number she had been trying to dial for an hour now. She held the phone up to her ear as it rang and rang. After the fourth ring, a gruff male voice answered.

"Hello?" answered the man on the other end.

Alex smiled through her tears as the familiar voice washed over her, filling up her senses.

"Hi, baby," whispered Alex, smiling.

"Alex? Honey, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so late?" asked Kellan, suddenly awake as he heard Alex's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Um, I have something to tell you and please, please don't be mad, alright?"

"Alex, you're really starting to scare me."

"Um, Kellan, I'm late. Like, really late," whispered Alex.

"Late for what? Alex, I'm not understanding," said Kellan.

Alex choked back a sob.

"Um, my period is late. Almost three weeks late."

"Oh, baby, you don't think…" Kellan trailed off.

"Kellan, I'm never late, ever. I think I'm pregnant," whispered Alex, her tears flowing freely as she talked on the phone with Kellan.

Kellan expelled a breath through his teeth, whistling as he did so.

"What are we gonna do, babe?" he gently asked.

Alex cried.

"I don't know. But first, we have to be sure. I'm gonna take a test tomorrow."

The next morning, Dean and Sam were eating breakfast at the local diner while Alex took a trip to the local pharmacy. She took deep breaths as she found the aisle full of pregnancy tests. She grabbed two and quickly walked to the register, an older woman, the cashier, looking at Alex as she checked out her items.

"Honey, everything's gonna be alright. Don't worry about a thing," said the older woman, reassuring Alex.

Alex smiled gently at her as the woman handed her the bag with her pregnancy tests in it and left the store.

Thirty minutes later, Alex was pacing the bathroom as she dialed Kellan's number. She glanced at the test that was resting on the edge of the counter as Kellan finally answered.

"Alex. Did you take the test yet?" he asked, not even bothering to say hello.

Alex nodded as she answered.

"Kellan, what if I'm really pregnant? I can't have a baby, I'm a hunter."

"Listen, Alex, we'll figure it out, alright? We're in this together, okay?"

"Okay," whispered Alex.

She looked over at the test, taking a deep breath as she stepped towards it. She grabbed the test with shaking hands and looked at the sign on the test. She began sobbing and slid to the ground, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"Kellan. I'm pregnant," said Alex, staring at the little pink plus sign on the test as her tears flowed down her face.

"Alex, it's okay, calm down. We're gonna figure this out, I promise you."

Alex nodded as Kellan talked to her on the phone, calming her down and reassuring her that everything would be alright.

An hour or so later, Dean and Sam walked back into the motel room to find Alex sleeping on a bed, the dark circles under her eyes as prominent as ever. Dean smiled down at her as he began collecting his stuff and packing it up, getting ready for their next job. Sam walked into the bathroom and walked over to the sink, splashing some water on his face. He glanced down at the trashcan and saw Alex's pregnancy test. He reached down and grabbed it, his eyes widening as he realized what it was.

"Holy shit," whispered Sam, staring at the little pink plus sign.

He looked back into the room where Dean was still packing and Alex was still sleeping. He sighed and held the test in his hands as he walked out into the room and over to Dean. Dean looked at Sam curiously and Sam held out the pregnancy test. Dean looked at the test and then glanced over at Alex, who was sleeping on her side with one hand protectively over her stomach as she slept. Dean looked over at Sam.

"Sammy. What are we gonna do?" whispered Dean.

Sam shrugged.

"We have to tell her we know. We'll figure it out from there, alright?"

Dean nodded and handed the test back to Sam. Sam walked back into the bathroom, throwing the test away again before walking back into the room and packing up all of his things along with Dean.

"How many razor blades did they find?" asked Sam, staring at the woman in front of him.

"Two on the floor, one in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat," said the woman, her eyes filling up with tears as she looked at Sam.

"He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?" she asked, shaking her head.

Sam sighed and stared at the woman sadly. Dean opened the door to the oven and the woman looked over at him.

"The candy was never in the oven," she stated.

Dean looked over at her, shutting the oven door and nodding.

"We just have to be very thorough, Mrs. Wallace."

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" asked Sam.

Mrs. Wallace turned her attention back to Sam, shaking her head.

"No. I mean, I don't know, I don't think so."

Dean opened the fridge doors, but saw nothing. As he shut the doors, he noticed a black scuff mark by the bottom of the fridge. He began moving the fridge to look behind it.

"I just… can't believe this. I mean, you hear about these kinds of things from urban legends and now, it's actually happening?" cried Mrs. Wallace.

"More than you might imagine," said Sam, glancing over at Dean as he stood up from his crouch, a brown hex bag in his hands.

Sam imperceptibly nodded and Dean put the hex bag in his pants pocket.

"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" asked Sam.

"Enemies?"

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" asked Dean, walking back towards them.

"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Wallace, looking between the two brothers.

"Coworkers. Neighbors. Maybe a woman," answered Sam.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" cried Mrs. Wallace, uncrossing her arms from her chest as she stared at Sam in complete disbelief.

"Is it possible?"

"No. No, Luke would never."

"I'm very sorry, we just have to consider any and all possibilities."

"Listen to me. If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they would have found a better way than putting a razor in a piece of candy that he might eat?" she asked.

Dean and Sam walked back into the motel room, Alex sitting up on her bed as they entered.

"Hey. How was Mrs. Wallace?" asked Alex, setting her magazine aside as she looked over at her brothers.

"Oh, you know. Completely distraught. But look at what we found," said Dean, throwing the hex bag over to Alex, who caught it effortlessly.

Alex inspected the hex bag in her hands, groaning as she looked at it.

"Freaking witches. Man, I hate those damn things," said Alex, tossing the hex bag over to Sam.

"Yeah, me too," said Dean.

Alex laid back on her bed again as Dean glanced over at Sam. Sam nodded and they headed over towards Alex, sitting on either side of her on the bed.

"So, are you feeling better, sis? You looked pretty sick this morning," began Sam.

Alex shrugged, biting her lip.

"I'm fine now. But I was thinking, maybe I should go to a doctor? I mean, I haven't stopped throwing up yet and I'm getting kind of worried," said Alex, looking between her two brothers.

Sam sighed as Dean took in a deep breath, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Do you think maybe you're throwing up because my niece or nephew is cooking in your stomach?" asked Dean.

Sam looked at Dean, scoffing. Dean raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"Real smooth, Dean. Nice," said Sam, very sarcastically.

Dean just shrugged again and both boys turned to look at Alex. Alex's eyes widened as her brothers stared at her gently.

"I don't know what you're talking about," whispered Alex, looking down at the sheets covering her bed.

Sam and Dean both sighed and Sam placed one of his hands over the top of one of Alex's. Alex looked up at Sam and Dean, her eyes filling up with tears as she nodded.

"Alex, we saw the pregnancy test in the trashcan," said Sam.

Alex shook her head and began crying harder. Sam pulled her into his chest as she cried, stroking her hair while Dean looked on sadly.

"What am I gonna do? I can't have a baby, I'm a hunter," cried Alex.

Sam and Dean nodded sadly.

"We know, we know. First, let's get you to a doctor, alright? We have to make sure that you're really pregnant. Sometimes those tests can be false positives, you know," said Sam.

Alex nodded into Sam's chest.

"Now, calm down and we'll find the nearest doctor, alright? Just relax and we'll take care of it," said Dean.

Alex sighed and Sam and Dean sat with her for a few more minutes before Alex laid back down and Sam walked over to the couch, opening the hex bag and beginning to inspect the contents inside. Dean kissed Alex's forehead before leaving the motel room to go complete some research.

Sam held up a sprig of some sort of plant as he inspected the contents of the hex bag. He looked up as Dean entered the room, throwing his keys on the table and chewing on some candy as he removed his jacket. Alex rolled her eyes and Sam scoffed.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" asked Sam.

Dean nodded, walking over to him.

"It's Halloween, man."

"Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween," said Alex, getting up from her spot on the bed and walking over to join Dean and Sam on the couch.

"Don't be a downer, guys. Anything interesting?" asked Dean.

"Well, we're definitely on a witch hunt, that's for sure. But this isn't your typical hex bag," said Sam, pushing the opened bag and its contents over to Dean and Alex.

"Hmm. No?" asked Dean.

Sam nodded and held up the small sprig of plant he had found earlier.

"Goldthread. An herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this is Celtic," said Sam, setting down the herb and holding up a small silver coin.

"Now, I don't mean some new age knockoff, it looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real," finished Sam.

Dean nodded and picked up the last item in the bag, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing it as Sam set down the Celtic coin.

"And, um, that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby," said Sam.

Alex's eyes widened as Dean set the bone back down in disgust.

"Relax, man. It's at least, like, a hundred years old," said Sam, picking up the bone and looking at it himself.

"Right, like that makes it any better. Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy," said Dean, getting the chills as he stood up from his seat on the couch.

"Yeah, well, it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together," explained Sam.

"More juice than we've ever dealt with before, that's for sure," said Alex.

"What about you, Dean? Find anything on the victim?" asked Sam, looking over at Dean as he put all of the contents back into the hex bag.

"Luke Wallace. He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy," joked Dean.

Sam and Alex cracked a smile at Dean's lame joke and Dean shook his head.

"But I can't find any reason why anyone would want this guy dead."

Alex and Sam nodded and they exchanged a knowing glance as they both stood up.

"Well, I'm gonna take Alex to her doctor's appointment. We're gonna get her checked out and see what's going on with her," said Sam as he shrugged on his jacket.

Dean nodded.

"Good plan. Alex, whatever happens, we'll figure something out, alright? Don't be scared," said Dean, smiling at Alex.

Alex smiled back at him.

"Got it, big bro."

She followed Sam out the door and they headed for the Impala.

Alex and Sam looked up at the door as the doctor walked into the room, a broad smile on his face.

"Well, you're definitely pregnant," he said, looking at Alex's file in his hands.

Sam took Alex's hand, squeezing it tightly as Alex looked at him, her face showing her fear as Sam tried to stay strong for the both of them.

"I suppose congratulations are in order then. From this file, I would estimate you're about a month and a half along," said the doctor, smiling over at the two siblings.

Alex began crying and Sam smiled over at the doctor sadly, pulling Alex's head into his chest as she began sobbing.

"Listen, there's every reason to be scared. But you two certainly seem like a very mature and capable couple. I know that you will both be fine," assured the doctor, reaching over and gently patting Alex's knee.

Sam smiled over at the woman, his smile strained and forced. Alex lifted her head from Sam's chest and nodded to him. Sam nodded back and helped Alex climb down from the examination table she was currently sitting on. The doctor stood by the door as they walked out, setting her hand on Alex's shoulder. Alex looked over at the woman, who smiled reassuringly at her.

"I promise you, everything will be alright no matter what you do. Everything happens for a reason, sweetheart."

Alex managed to give the doctor a small smile through her tears. The doctor took her hand off of Alex's shoulder and Sam took Alex's hand, beginning to lead her from the examination room and out of the office. The doctor smiled after them sadly.

Sam and Alex left the doctor's office and Sam watched as Alex quickly let go of his hand and ran towards the nearest trash can, throwing up directly into it only moments later. Sam sadly sighed, but walked over to Alex and held up her hair with one hand as he gently rubbed her back with the other. After a few minutes, Alex spit into the trashcan and Sam stepped away a few steps as Alex finally turned around. He smiled sadly at her and Alex looked down at her still flat stomach, putting her hand over it and slowly rubbing a small circle over it. She looked over at Sam once she was finished.

"Sammy, I can't be a mom. I need you to help me figure this out," whispered Alex, tears filling her eyes once again.

Sam rushed over to Alex, kissing the top of her head gently. Alex's head rested in his neck as she breathed in his calming scent while Sam stroked her back.

"Shh, Alex, we're gonna figure this out, alright? Dean and I will help you figure this out, please, don't worry," whispered Sam.

"Why do we have to be hunters, Sammy? Why can't I raise a child like normal people do? Why can't I be normal?"

Sam closed his eyes, expelling a deep breath into Alex's hair.

"I don't know, sis. I wish I knew, I really do."

Alex nodded into the side of his neck as they stood there on the sidewalk for a few more minutes. Sam was the first one to pull away and he gently placed his hands on Alex's shoulders, forcing her to look up at him.

"Alex, it's all gonna be alright, okay? And hey, I'm gonna have a niece or nephew to spoil now," joked Sam, smiling.

Alex gave him a very weak smile and Sam chuckled.

"Let's get back to the motel, sis. I think you've got a phone call to make. You also have to tell Dean that he's gonna be an uncle," urged Sam, slinging an arm over Alex's shoulders as they walked towards the Impala.

Alex dialed Kellan's number as she stood outside their motel room. Kellan answered after one ring and Alex smiled weakly as she heard his voice.

"Alex. What's wrong, baby?"

Alex sighed, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.

"Kellan, this is really happening. I'm pregnant, we're gonna be parents," whispered Alex

There was silence for a few seconds from Kellan's end of the call and Alex held her breath, tears falling down her face as she waited for his response.

"Baby, we're in this together, alright? I'm all in and we're gonna be some kickass parents," said Kellan.

Alex managed a small smile and a gentle laugh through her tears and she could feel Kellan smiling through the phone.

"I'm so scared, Kellan," whispered Alex.

"I know, baby, believe me. I'm scared shitless, I have no clue how to be a father. But we're in this together and I'll make sure to be there every step of the way, alright? We're gonna do this and we're definitely gonna do it right."

Alex smiled at his confidence and took a deep breath.

"I think I love you, Kellan."

"I mean, we are having a child together, so let's hope you love me! I love you so much, Alex Winchester. And I'm always gonna be here for you. Now, go tell your brothers they're gonna be uncles and call me whenever you need me, alright, baby?"

Alex nodded, smiling through her tears.

"Got it. I love you, Kellan."

Kellan sighed.

"I love you too, Alex. Goodbye, baby."

Alex smiled as she finally hung up her phone, sliding it back into her jeans front pocket just as Sam rounded the corner, Alex hearing his footsteps before she even saw him. Sam smiled over at her as he approached.

"Was Kellan alright? How'd he take the news?" asked Sam, standing directly in front of Alex now.

"He's all in. We, um, finally said I love you to each other," whispered Alex.

Sam's smile broadened.

"Well, it was about time, baby sis! Now c'mon, let's go tell Dean the good news," said Sam.

He unlocked the motel room door and they saw Dean pacing the room. He looked over at them, his eyes wide as he took in their smiles.

"Well?" asked Dean.

Alex took a deep breath before she looked up and over at Dean.

"Well, congratulations. You're gonna be an uncle, Dean Winchester," whispered Alex, biting her lip as she looked at her oldest brother.

Dean looked over at Alex, a smile on his face.

"And how are you feeling about this, little sister?"

"Honestly? I'm scared as all hell and I don't even know what to do from here. But it's happening and now I have to figure it out. But Kellan's gonna be with me and I know you and Sammy will be there too, as much as you can, at least," whispered Alex.

Dean nodded and walked over to Alex, enveloping her in a rather large hug. Alex clung to him tightly, her frame tiny compared to his large one. Her arms were wrapped around his rather large biceps as he held her in his arms, Sam watching them embrace from the doorway. Dean kissed her forehead gently as he pulled away and held her face in his hands.

"We're all gonna be just fine, alright? This kid's gonna be super cool and bad ass, just like his Uncle Dean," smirked Dean, winking over at Alex.

Alex managed a laugh and Sam rolled his eyes as he finally walked farther into the room, throwing his jacket over a chair. Dean kissed Alex's forehead one more time before finally letting go of her face. Alex wiped away the few tears that had escaped during her embrace with Dean and she looked down at her stomach, placing a protective hand over it.

"We're all going to be alright," she whispered to herself and to her very small, but growing, baby in her stomach.

Dean and Sam smiled over at her as she looked up at them.

A few hours later, Dean, Alex, and Sam walked down into the basement of the house where the second victim had died. The basement was decked out in Halloween decorations and a large tub full of apples was in the middle of the room. They saw a young, pretty blonde girl talking to an officer and Dean held up a hand, stopping Alex and Sam from walking forward.

"I've got this one," whispered Dean.

Sam and Alex looked over at the young teenage girl and rolled their eyes. Sam stuck his hands in his pockets and Alex crossed her arms over her chest.

"Two words," said Alex, looking over at Sam.

"Jail bait," finished Sam.

Dean looked at the two of them, scoffing.

"I would never."

Sam and Alex gave him a look, their eyebrows raised and they walked further into the room. Dean nodded, smiling as he followed them. Sam began removing the couch cushions as he looked for the hex bag. Alex took another side of the room and Dean walked over to the officer and the girl, listening to her story.

"Agent Segar, FBI," said Dean, holding up his fake badge to the girl and the local police officer.

They nodded and Dean put his badge back in his jacket pocket.

"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace, did she?" asked Dean.

"Um, who's Luke Wallace?" she asked, as the officer stepped away and Dean took his place in front of the young girl.

"He died yesterday," answered Dean.

The girl shrugged.

"I don't know who that is."

Dean nodded and saw Sam and Alex standing in the middle of the room, Sam holding up a small brown hex bag that he had just found in the middle of the couch cushions.

Sam sat on the bed he shared with Alex, flipping through an old book as Dean had the hex bag opened in front of him, scrolling through the Internet on Sam's laptop computer. Sam sat up on the bed as Alex walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair off with a towel.

"I'm telling you, both of these victims are squeaky clean. There's absolutely no reason for wicked bitch payback," said Dean, looking over at Sam.

"Maybe 'cause it's not about that," answered Sam.

"Wow. Insightful," said Dean, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Maybe this witch isn't working a grudge, maybe they're working a spell. Check this out," said Sam.

He began reading from the book he was holding, standing up as he read and walking over to Dean and Alex, who was now sitting beside Dean.

"Three blood sacrifices for three days. The last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. The Celtic calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st."

"Halloween," stated Alex, as Sam handed the book over to Dean so they could look through it.

"Exactly," said Sam.

"So, what exactly are the blood sacrifices for?" asked Dean, glancing at the gruesome pictures in the book.

"Uh, if I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon. Samhain," answered Sam, leaning back in his chair.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" asked Dean, his eyes wide as he looked over at Sam.

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes. Sam chuckled.

"Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was thinnest between the living and the dead," said Alex.

"And it was Samhain's night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago," finished Sam.

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck," stated Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded.

"Exactly. Only now, instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes," said Alex.

"Okay, so, some crazy witch bitch wants to raise Samhain to attack the night?" asked Dean.

"Dean, this is serious," said Sam.

"I am serious," said Dean, his eyebrows raised.

"We're talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every 600 years," explained Sam.

"And the 600 year marker rolls around…"

"Tomorrow night," said Alex, nodding.

"Naturally. Well, this sure is a lot of death and destruction for just one demon," said Dean, looking back at the pictures in the book.

"Well, that's because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own," said Sam, looking over at Alex, who was biting her lip as she looked at Dean.

"Raising what, exactly?" asked Dean.

"Dark, evil shit, and lots of it too. I mean, they literally follow him around like the freaking Pied Piper," explained Alex, throwing her semi-damp hair up into a ponytail.

"So, lots of ghosts?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. And zombies and all kinds of crap," said Sam, leaning forward in his seat and resting his elbows on the table.

"Listen, Dean, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls. By night's end, though, we are taking every awful thing we've ever seen. Every single thing we fight. All in one place on one night," said Alex.

"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse," whispered Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded seriously, their face grim.

The next day, Halloween, Dean sat in the Impala, a large pile of candy wrappers on the passenger seat next to him as he held his stomach. His phone began ringing, so he quickly reached into his pocket, grabbing it and flipping it open.

"Hey," he said, seeing that it was Sam who was calling him.

"How's it going?" asked Sam.

Sam was back at the motel room with Alex, a book lying open on the bed as he stood beside the bed, talking to Dean on the phone.

"Awesome. Yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razorblade again. I've been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got absolutely nothing!" yelled Dean, becoming very frustrated.

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Look, Dean, someone obviously planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some sort of connection," argued Sam.

"Yeah, well, I hope we find one soon because I'm starting to cramp like a… son of… a… bitch," said Dean, trailing off as he saw the young blonde teenager from last night walking down the street past his Impala.

"Quit whining," said Sam.

"No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch."

Dean watched as the girl knocked on the front door, Mrs. Wallace answering the door with her son in her arms. She smiled at the teenage girl and beckoned her inside, the girl taking the child from Mrs. Wallace's arms.

Dean threw his set of the motel room keys on the table as he walked back into the room, Sam looking over at him, his eyebrows raised.

"So, our apple bobbing cheerleader," began Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Tracy. The Wallace's babysitter. She told me she'd never even heard of Luke Wallace."

"Huh," said Sam, turning back to his computer.

Dean nodded again and removed his jacket, throwing it on his own bed. He looked around the room for Alex.

"Sammy, where's Alex?" he asked.

Sam pointed to the closed bathroom door. Dean looked over and sighed, realizing that Alex was more than likely throwing up.

"Dude, I thought that shit was called morning sickness, not all day sickness," whined Dean.

Sam chuckled and threw Dean a paperback book. Dean glanced at the cover and saw that he was holding What to Expect When You're Expecting.

"Apparently it can happen at any time. Read the book, Dean," said Sam.

Dean shrugged and set the book back on the nightstand as Alex came out from the bathroom, wiping her mouth off and smiling weakly over at them. Sam and Dean smiled back as Alex sat on her side of the bed she shared with Sam.

"A blonde teenage cheerleader is certainly an interesting look for a centuries old witch," said Sam, still looking at his computer screen.

"Yeah, well, if you were a 600 year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a super-hot cheerleader? I definitely would," said Alex.

Dean nodded and Alex rolled her eyes at him.

"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. I did some digging and apparently, she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers. Got suspended from school," explained Sam, handing the computer over to Dean so he could read over the article.

While Dean looked over this new piece of information, Sam looked over at Alex, who was staring at her flat stomach.

"You alright over there, Alex?"

Alex looked over at Sam, smiling widely at him.

"Yeah, we're perfectly fine."

The three siblings walked into the art room of the high school, papier-mâché masks aligning the ceiling and the walls. One mask reminded Dean of his time in Hell and he could hear the screams of the souls he tortured in his ears. Sam and Alex walked up behind him and Dean whirled around to face them.

"Bring back some memories?" asked Sam, grinning at the artwork around him.

"What do you mean?" asked Dean.

Alex stared at him strangely as Sam answered Dean's question.

"You know, being a teenager and all that angst."

Dean nodded, smiling weakly.

"You three wanted to talk to me?" asked a voice from behind the three siblings.

They all turned and watched as a man walked briskly into the art room, a medium-sized box in his hands with a coffee cup resting on top of the box.

"Ah, Mr. Harding," said Sam.

The man rolled his eyes and reached out a free hand to shake all of theirs.

"Oh, please, just call me Don."

"Even my students call me Don."

"Okay then, Don," said Alex, shaking the man's hand last.

Don nodded after he let go of her hand and brushed past them, setting box he was holding down on his desk.

"I'm Agent Getty, and these two are both Agent Lee. Siblings," explained Dean, motioning between Alex and Sam, who were smiling at Don.

"We just have a few questions about Tracy Davis," explained Sam, putting his badge back in his jacket pocket.

"Um, yeah, Tracy. Um, bright kid, loads of talent. You know, it's really a shame that she was suspended," explained Don, shaking his head as he looked at the three siblings.

"And you two had a, uh, violent altercation?" asked Dean.

Don chuckled.

"Um, yeah, she just exploded. If Principal Morrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would've clawed my eyes out."

"Why?" asked Sam.

"I, uh, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and kind of disturbing."

"More disturbing than those guys?" asked Dean, pointing to the scarier looking masks behind him.

Don chuckled behind his slight smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"She would cover page after page of her sketchbook with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings. Um, detailed images of killings. Gory, primitive. And then she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating," answered Don.

Dean and Alex nodded slowly.

"Symbols. What kind of symbols? Um, anything like this?" asked Sam, pulling a small plastic bag from his pants pocket and holding it up for Don to see.

Inside the bag was the Celtic coin the three siblings had been finding in the hex bags.

"Yeah, yeah, I think that might've been one of them," answered Don, nodding his head as he stared at the coin until Sam put it back in his pocket.

"Would you happen to know where Tracy is now?" asked Alex.

"Well, I would imagine her apartment."

"Her apartment?" asked Dean.

Don nodded, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone. As I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like."

Dean looked over at Sam and Alex, his eyebrows raised.

Dean pulled his Impala up into a parking spot right out front of their motel room. He stepped outside just as Sam and Alex came walking up to the car. Dean slammed the door closed as Sam spoke to him.

"Well, Tracy was nowhere we could find. Any luck with her friends?"

Dean sighed.

"Hell no, luck is clearly not our style. Her friends have no clue where she is, it's like the bitch hopped on her broomstick and just completely disappeared," whined Dean.

"Well, she could be making the third and final sacrifice at any time," said Alex.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yes, thanks, Alex."

Alex stuck her tongue out at him and Sam chuckled at their childishness. Alex brushed past Dean and Sam and unlocked the motel room door first. She had only just taken one step inside when she began screaming. Dean and Sam rushed into the room, Sam pulling out his gun as he saw the figure sitting on the corner of Dean's bed.

"Who are you?" yelled Sam.

"Sam, wait! It's Castiel," breathed Dean.

Sam lowered his gun slowly and hesitantly.

"The angel," whispered Alex and Dean nodded.

They all glanced over at a second figure standing in front of the large window on the other side of the room. He was a tall, black man with his back turned to them.

"Him I don't know," whispered Dean, staring at the black man's back.

"Hello, Sam," said Castiel, standing in front of them now.

Sam smiled.

"Oh my God. Er, uh, I didn't mean to… Sorry. It's an honor. Really, I've heard a lot about you," said Sam, rushing forward with his hand out to shake Castiel's hand.

Castiel stared at his open palm for a few seconds, but finally shook his hand while Dean closed the motel room door.

"And I you. Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. I'm very glad to hear you've ceased your extracurricular activities," said Castiel.

Sam's smile faded.

"And let's keep it that way," said the black man, still not turning to look at all of them.

"Yeah, okay, Chuckles," snapped back Dean, standing by Sam and Alex again.

Castiel's gaze turned to Alex, who looked straight back at him.

"Alex Winchester."

Alex nodded and Castiel stared at her face before glancing down at her flat stomach. Alex quickly put her hands over her stomach in a protective stance and glared at Castiel.

"I sense that there may be another Winchester joining this small family in a matter of months," said Castiel.

Alex said nothing and Sam put a protective arm around here.

"I also suspect you'll be running to the restroom in a matter of seconds," said Castiel.

Alex stared at him strangely, but then her face turned pale and she ran into the small bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her as she threw up into the toilet bowl. Sam looked towards the bathroom door, sighing sadly. Dean was still glaring at the second man's back.

"Who's your friend?" asked Dean.

"This thing with Samhain, have you stopped it?" asked Castiel, ignoring Dean's questions.

"Why?" asked Dean.

Castiel turned to him.

"Dean, have you located the witch?" asked Castiel.

"Yes, we've located her," answered Dean, rolling his eyes.

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but-" began Sam, Dean interrupting his thoughts.

"We know who it is," finished Dean.

"Well, apparently the witch knows who you are too," said Castiel, walking over to the nightstand that rested between the two beds in the grimy motel room.

"This was inside the walls of your room," said Castiel, holding up a small brown hex bag as he turned back around to face them once again.

"If we hadn't found it, surely one or all three of you would've been dead. Do you know where the witch is now?" asked Castiel.

Dean looked back at Sam, who shrugged.

"We're working on it," said Dean, looking back at Castiel.

"That's unfortunate."

"What do you even care?" asked Dean, venom lacing his tone of voice as Alex stepped out from the bathroom.

She walked over to Sam, who pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals," answered Castiel.

"So this is all about your buddy, Lucifer, huh?"

"Lucifer is no friend of ours," said the black man, still not looking over at them as he spoke.

"It's just an expression," said Dean, after a moment's pause.

"Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of this seal must be prevented at all costs," said Castiel, moving to stand back in front of them again.

"Okay. Well, why don't you just tell us where the witch is now, we'll gank her and everybody goes home happy," said Dean, a very sarcastic smile on his face as he spoke.

"This witch is very powerful. She's cloaked, even for our methods."

"Okay, well, we already know who she is. So if we work together-" began Sam, but the black man cut him off, finally turning around to face all of them.

"Enough of this."

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" asked Dean, yelling at the man as he fully turned all the way around to face the three siblings and Castiel.

"This is Uriel. He's what you might call… a specialist," answered Castiel, turning his head to look at the black man.

The man walked towards them, but still kept his distance.

"What kind of specialist?" asked Dean.

Neither Castiel nor Uriel said nothing, but just looked at each other.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Alex, whispering it after a few moments of watching the two men stare each other down.

"The three of you need to leave this town immediately," said Castiel, finally looking back at the three siblings.

"Why?" asked Dean, his gaze never wavering from Castiel's.

"Because we're about to destroy it."

"So this is your plan. You're gonna smite the whole freaking town?" asked Dean, throwing his hands out in frustration and anger.

"We're completely out of time. This witch has to die and the seal must be saved."

"There are a 1,000 people here," explained Sam, his eyebrows raised as he stared down Castiel.

"1,214," said Uriel.

"And you're willing to kill all of them?" finished Sam, the disbelief evident in his tone of voice.

"This isn't the first time I've… purified a city," answered Uriel, his gaze never leaving the three siblings.

"Look, I understand that this is regrettable, but we have to hold the line. Too many seals have been broken already," explained Castiel.

"So you screwed the pooch on some seals and now this whole entire town has to pay the damn price?" asked Dean, anger seeping into his words.

"The lives of 1,000 against the lives of 6 billion, there's a much bigger picture here, Dean."

"Right. 'Cause, uh, you're bigger picture kind of guys."

"Lucifer cannot rise. He does and Hell rises with him. Now, is that something that you're willing to risk?" asked Castiel, stepping closer to Dean.

Dean said nothing.

"Look, we'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one else has to die," whispered Alex.

"We're wasting time with these three," said Uriel.

Castiel sighed, turning away from them as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders."

"No, you can't do this. You're angels. I mean, aren't you supposed to… You're supposed to show mercy!" yelled Sam as Uriel began chuckling at his small outburst.

"Says who?" asked Uriel.

"We have no choice," said Castiel, looking over at nothing as he spoke.

"Of course you have a choice. I mean, you've never questioned a piece of shit order before?" asked Dean.

"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith. The plan is just."

"How could you even say that?" cried Alex, staring between the two angels.

Sam grabbed her hand to calm her down and Alex squeezed it gently.

"Because our orders come directly from Heaven. That makes it very just," answered Castiel.

"You know, it must be nice. To be so sure of yourselves," said Dean.

"Tell me something, Dean. When your father gave you an order, didn't you obey it with no questions asked?"

Dean said nothing.

"Don't you dare bring our father into this," seethed Alex, pointing an accusing finger at Castiel.

"Well, I'm sorry, boys, but the plans have changed," said Dean.

"You think you three can stop us?" asked Uriel, a small smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

Dean shook his head.

"No, but if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we're not leaving. See, you went through the trouble of busting me out of Hell, so I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. You wanna waste me? Go ahead. See how he digs that," threatened Dean, stepping closer and closer to Uriel as he spoke.

"I will drag you out of here myself," whispered Uriel.

"Yeah, but you'll have to kill me. And then we're back to the same exact problem as before. I mean, seriously. You're gonna wipe out a whole entire town for one little witch? Sounds to me like you're compensating for something," smirked Dean.

Uriel said nothing, but just stared him down until Dean turned back around and walked back over to his siblings.

"We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop this from happening," said Dean, staring directly at Castiel, who stared right back without blinking.

"Castiel, I will not have these-" began Uriel, raising his voice as he got angrier.

"Enough!" yelled Castiel, never looking away from Dean as he held up a finger to Uriel.

"I suggest you move very quickly," said Castiel.

Dean nodded slightly and he led Alex and Sam out of the motel room, leaving Uriel and Castiel behind them.

Sam twirled the brown hex bag in his hands as they all sat in the Impala. Dean glanced over at him.

"What?" he asked him.

"Nothing, I just… thought they'd be a little bit different. I just… I mean, I thought they'd be righteous or something, you know?" asked Sam.

Dean nodded.

"Well, they are very righteous and that's kind of the problem. Of course, there's nothing more dangerous than some asshole who thinks he's on some sort of holy mission," joked Dean.

Sam shrugged and Alex sighed from the backseat.

"But, I mean, this is God and Heaven, and this is what I've been praying to?"

"Look, man, I know you're into the whole God thing, but just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten, you know? I mean, for all we know, God seriously hates these assholes. Don't give up on this stuff is all I'm trying to say," said Dean.

"Yeah, Sammy. I mean, Babe Ruth was a dick and baseball's still a wonderful game," chimed in Alex from the backseat.

Sam smiled gently and Alex rubbed his shoulder gently for reassurance as Dean started the car. Sam opened the hex bag and picked up the charred bone that they had been finding in every single bag.

"I wonder how much heat it would take to char a bone black like that," asked Alex, lying down in the backseat.

Realization dawned on Sam and he looked back at Alex, a broad smile on his face.

"Alex, you're a flipping genius!" cried out Sam.

Alex's eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she sat back up.

"Um, okay?"

"Dean, drive to the high school. We need to make another stop back in the art room," said Sam.

Dean nodded and began driving over to the local high school, Sam explaining what was happening the entire time.

The three Winchester siblings walked back into the art room, heading for the very back of the room where the pottery kilns were kept. Dean lifted up the kilns' lids, looking for anything suspicious as Sam went through the desk drawers.

"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bones. What's the big deal?" asked Dean, walking back over to the desk when he had found nothing.

"Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room not after we talked to Tracy," said Sam, leaning down to the bottom left drawer.

"After we talked to the teacher," answered Dean, his eyes widening as Sam found a large locked drawer in the bottom left corner.

"Hey," said Sam, holding the lock as he got his siblings' attention.

Both Alex and Dean looked down at the locked desk drawer quickly and then began looking for a way to unlock it. Sam glanced over and saw a hammer lying on the counter behind him. He grabbed it and began hammering away at the metal lock, easily breaking it open after three good hammers. He pulled the drawer open and right on top was a bowl full of non-charred metacarpal newborn baby bones. Alex looked away and hid her head into Dean's chest.

"Oh my God. Those are all from children," whispered Sam, standing up from his crouch and breathing a little heavier from the hammering.

Sam, Dean, and Alex rushed inside of Don's house, running around to find the cellar or the basement. Sam quickly led the way down into the basement. As they walked swiftly but quietly down the stairs, they saw Tracy bound and gagged in the middle of the room. Don was ready to plunge his sharp, long knife into Tracy's chest and just as he brought his arm back to do just that, Sam and Dean began shooting at him, bullets flying everywhere. He fell to the ground after Sam and Dean had each shot him three times. Alex ran over to begin untying Tracy, Sam and Dean following her as they put their guns away back in their jackets. Alex cut Tracy down with her pocketknife as Sam crouched down, checking Don's pulse. Once Tracy was free, she threw off her gag, throwing it to the cement floor. The three siblings stepped back from her, looking at Don down and dead on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, thank you, he was going to kill me!" cried Tracy.

Tracy looked at Don's body on the ground.

"Ugh, that sick son of a bitch!" she yelled, hatred very evident in her tone of voice.

"I mean, did you see what he was doing, did you even hear him?" asked Tracy, her gaze finally turning to the siblings now.

Sam, Dean, and Alex all nodded slowly, Alex grabbing Sam's hand. Sam looked at her strangely as Tracy put her hands on her hips, looking back down at Don's dead body.

"Alex, what is it?" whispered Sam.

"How sloppy was his incantation? My brother always was the dim-"

Tracy trailed off as Dean and Sam reached for their guns, Alex dropping Sam's hand quickly. Tracy said an incantation and flung the three of them across the room, Dean landing on his wrist and groaning in immense pain, holding his arm.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice. His idea. But now, that honor goes to him. Our master's return. The spell works a two man job, you understand? So, for 600 hundred years, I had to deal with that pompous, son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable," said Tracy, crouching down and grabbing the knife from beside her dead brother.

The siblings all squirmed and moaned in pain, not able to get up due to Tracy's incantation on them. Tracy stuck the knife into her brother's chest and grabbed the gold cup from beside his head, squirting the fresh blood from her brother's chest into the gold cup as she talked to the groaning Winchester siblings.

"And then you three come along and just kill him right off the bat with a gun. Ugh, I loved that, I truly did."

Tracy got all of the blood she needed from her dead brother, so she stood up from her crouch, heading over to the table her witch brother had set up.

"You know, back in the day, Halloween was the one night where you actually kept your children inside. Well tonight, you'll all get to see what Halloween really and truly is," finished Tracy, a smile on her face as she placed the gold cup full of her dead brother's blood onto the wooden table, directly in the middle of the table.

She began her long incantation in a different language, Latin exactly. She held the cup up into the air, her eyes closed as she chanted. Sam looked over at her brother's dead body and struggled to scoot himself closer. He finally managed to get near Don's body and he stuck his whole entire palm into Don's blood, wiping it all over his face.

"What in the hell are you doing?" whispered Dean, Alex looking disgusted directly behind them.

"Just trust me, alright?" whispered back Sam.

He stuck his palm back into the blood puddling behind Don's back and wiped some more of it all over Dean's face. Alex managed to scoot herself closer and right in between Sam and Dean, so Sam reached over and gently spread the blood all over her cheeks and forehead. Suddenly, the floor in front of Don's dead body split wide open, a rather large crack forming in the cement floor. Tracy stopped chanting and smiled to herself as a large cloud of black smoke entered the cellar through the huge crack in the cement floor. The crack closed up again once all of the black smoke had entered the cellar. The cloud of black smoke pushed itself into Don's dead body, entering through his open mouth. Don stood up, his eyes a milky white color now and his pupils only tiny black dots in the middle of his white eyes. The Winchester siblings remained motionless behind him as he headed for Tracy's form, which wasn't currently facing him as he stalked towards her slowly. Tracy whirled around, smiling gently as Don walked towards her, only stopping once he was a few feet away from her. He grabbed her, pulled her in close, and cupped her face with his rough and calloused hands, giving her a gentle and small kiss on the lips.

"My love," whispered Tracy, staring up at him.

"You've aged," said Don, his voice gruffer than before.

Tracy looked down in shame and embarrassment.

"This face… I can't fool you," said Tracy, holding his wrists as his hands still held her face.

"Your beauty is beyond time."

Tracy smiled gently again and Don leaned his forehead down towards hers. Once their foreheads were touching, Don twisted her neck around, instantly killing her. Her body fell to the ground and Don looked down at her.

"Whore," he whispered, just staring at her dead body.

He whirled around and walked towards the siblings, who were pretending to be dead on the floor. His vision wasn't very good, so all he could see were their bodies on the ground, not their chests slowly rising and falling with each breath they took. He brushed past them and headed up the stairs and out the front door. They all listened as the front door slam closed and then they slowly turned over, looking at one another.

"What the hell was that?" whispered Dean, looking between his siblings.

"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him," answered Alex.

"Samhain," finished Sam.

Sam, Dean, and Alex stepped away from Tracy's house, wiping the blood off of their faces with a red bandanna they had found.

"So now how are gonna find this kook?" asked Dean.

"Well, where would you go to raise all of the dark forces of the night?" asked Sam.

"The cemetery," answered Alex.

"Yep," answered Sam, letting Alex climb into the backseat before he climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala.

Dean drove to the nearest local cemetery, the only sound coming from the engine as he drove. Sam glanced over at Dean, the first one of them to break that silence.

"So this demon's pretty powerful," stated Sam.

Dean scoffed.

"Yep, that's for sure."

Sam took in a deep breath and Alex sat up in the backseat where she had previously been lying down, knowing what Sam was up to.

"It might take more than the usual weapons," continued Sam.

Dean glanced over at him as he drove, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. Sam glanced over at Dean and Alex looked between the two of them, biting her lip nervously and holding her stomach as well, not even realizing she was holding it. Dean sighed and turned his attention back on the road as he spoke.

"Sam, no, you're not using your psychic whatever."

"But-"

"Don't even think about it, Ruby's knife is enough."

"But why?"

"Because the angels said so, for one."

Sam rolled his eyes and looked away from Dean for a split second.

"I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics, anyway," argued Sam.

"Well, I just so happen to be right about this one," answered Dean.

Sam shook his head.

"I don't know, Dean, it doesn't seem like they're right about much."

"Forget the angels. I mean, you said it yourself, these powers, it's like playing with fire."

Sam sighed and Dean reached over, handing him Ruby's knife as Alex looked on.

"Please," said Dean.

Sam took the knife from Dean's hand and turned his attention back to his passenger side window with a heavy sigh.

The Winchesters ran down into the building of the cemetery where a large group of high school kids were locked in, pulling at the metal gates and screaming as the dead began to rise from their tombs. Sam looked on, wide-eyed.

"Help them," said Sam.

"Sam, you're not going off alone," yelled Dean.

"Just do it!" yelled Sam, running off after Don.

Dean shook his head, but watched as Alex yelled for the kids to move away from the metal gates they were currently grabbing onto. The teenagers all scooted off to the side and Dean took out his gun, shooting the lock on the gate. Alex pulled the gates open and the kids all rushed out, Dean and Alex standing off to the side as they did so.

"Come on, get out. Move!" yelled Dean.

Once all of the kids were gone, he and Alex walked into the shaking room, the dead trying to come out of their tombs. Dean stood in front of Alex, protecting her as two dead men came climbing from their tombs. They stood up straight and the two zombies looked at Dean.

Sam walked down a dark hallway, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Don at the end of the hallway and in a large room. Sam stalked towards him, unafraid, as Don suddenly flung his palm up, a bright white light bursting from it. After a few seconds, the light faded away and Sam was still walking towards Don.

"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff? Doesn't work on me," said Sam, stopping in the middle of the doorway of the large room.

Don suddenly charged toward Sam, but his vision was still blurry and Sam punched him in the jaw. Don flinched back, so Sam continued punching him anywhere he could reach. After a little while, Don began fighting back and nailed some in the face a few times. He grabbed Sam by the neck and held him up against one wall, Sam beginning to struggle for breath.

Dean stabbed the second zombie in the stomach, laying him flat out on the floor with a grunt. Alex's eyes widened as a woman came up behind Dean. Dean felt a presence behind him, so he whirled around. He tried to stab the woman, but she disappeared quickly and popped up again directly behind him. Dean turned around quickly, but the woman flickered in and out and she flung Dean against the wall as Alex looked on in complete terror. The woman disappeared completely and Dean fell to the floor, gasping for breath as Alex ran towards him helping him stand up straight.

"A zombie ghost orgy, huh?" asked Dean.

"Well, that's it then. We're torching everyone," said Alex.

Dean smiled at her as he brushed himself off.

"That's my baby girl," he beamed.

Sam continued struggling for breath as Don held him against the wall. Don began grunting with the effort it was taking him to hold Sam against the wall. Sam managed to reach into his pocket and grabbed Ruby's knife from one of his jacket pockets. He stabbed Don in the arm with it, but Don just flung the knife off to the side, Sam's eyes widening in disbelief and fear. Don grabbed Sam by the collar of his jacket and flung him across the room into another wall. Sam fell to the floor in a heap, but quickly stood up and brushed himself off. Don stared at him from his place in the doorway before he charged toward him. Sam flung up his palm and squinted his eyes. Don stopped in his steps as Sam began trying to exorcize the demon, Samhain, from Don's body. Sam opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side in his struggle. Samhain fought the exorcism from inside Don's body and began trying to walk forward towards Sam. He would take a few steps, but could never reach Sam. Sam put forth all of his effort to exorcize this large demon from the man's body as Dean and Alex quickly ran around the corner. They stopped at the end of the hallway as they saw Sam trying to exorcize the demon. Sam began groaning with his struggle, his nose bleeding. He glanced over at Dean and Alex, who looked on in shock at her twin brother's actions with one hand over her stomach protectively. Sam looked back at Don and put his free palm over his forehead, a headache forming from his effort to exorcize Samhain from Don's body. Dean and Alex watched as a huge cloud of black smoke came from Don's body and seeped through the floor back into Hell. Sam removed his palm from his forehead as Don's dead body fell to the floor. Sam breathed very heavily as he looked down at Don's body, Dean and Alex still looking at him. Blood dripped from Sam's nose and down over his lips as he finally looked over at his terrified siblings.

Dean sat on a green park bench at the local park the next morning as Castiel appeared on the next bench beside him.

"I am not here to judge you, Dean," began Castiel.

"Then why are you here?" asked Dean.

Castiel sighed.

"Our orders-"

"You know, I've had about enough of these orders of yours."

"Our orders… were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, we were supposed to do whatever you told us to do."

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and raising his eyebrows.

"You were told to follow my orders."

"It was a test. To see how you would perform under… battlefield conditions, you might say," said Castiel, looking away from Dean.

"It was a witch. Not the ted offensive," said Dean.

Castiel chuckled, a small smile on his face.

"So I, uh, failed your test, huh? I get it. But you know what? If you were to wave that little time traveling wand of yours and we were to do it all over again, I would make the same exact call."

Dean looked over at Castiel, who was looking at him again.

"'Cause I don't know what's gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell, I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is that what's here, these kids, all of it is still here because of me and my brother and sister."

"You misunderstand me, Dean. Not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town."

"You were?" asked Dean, in complete disbelief.

"These people, they're all my Father's creations. They're all works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to unleashing Hell on Earth. That's not an expression, Dean, that's very literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means," said Castiel.

He paused for a few brief seconds before he continued on, talking to Dean.

"Can I tell you something and have you promise not to tell another soul?"

"Okay," answered Dean, raising his eyebrows.

"I have questions, I have… doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore. Whether you passed or failed here. In the coming months, you'll have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't."

Castiel looked Dean in the eyes as he said this and Dean looked back for a few minutes. Once Dean broke the eye contact they had, Castiel disappeared. When Dean looked back over to where Castiel had been sitting, he was no longer there. Dean sighed and glanced over at the little kids running around playing on the playground. He smiled sadly and looked over to Alex, who was walking towards him. He stood up and met her halfway, throwing an arm over her shoulder as they walked towards the Impala together.

Alex sighed, rolling over in the bed as she felt something in her stomach. She glanced at the clock, which read 2:53 AM. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and headed for the bathroom, waiting for the nausea to hit her. As she stood in front of the mirror, she grabbed her stomach as immense pain hit her. She fell to her knees in horrible pain, crying out as she fell to the floor. Tears pooled in her eyes as she held her stomach, another wave of pain hitting her. Her tears fell over her eyelids as she cried out again, louder this time. She was hunched over, crying, when Sam ran into the bathroom and fell to his knees beside her. His eyes widened in fear as he took in Alex's position on the floor and he grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him.

"Alex, tell me what's wrong. I don't know what's happening," said Sam.

"Sammy, it's the baby. There's something wrong with the baby," cried out Alex.

Sam nodded and grabbed Alex under her knees, picking her up and holding her to his chest in his arms. Alex cried out in pain once again in Sam's arms and she looked down as she felt liquid running down her legs slowly. She began crying harder when she saw that it was blood. Sam tried to keep Alex calm as her blood began soaking his shirt. He carried her into the motel room and set her down on the bed as he shook Dean awake.

"Dean, please wake up. Something's wrong with Alex and the baby," yelled Sam.

Dean shot straight up and grabbed a shirt from off of the floor, throwing it on as he glanced over at Alex. Alex was sobbing and blood was all over her legs. Dean looked at Sam, who had blood all over his arms, hands, and shirt.

"I'll start the car. Grab Alex and we'll head for the hospital," whispered Dean, his voice gruff with sleep.

Sam nodded and walked back over to Alex, picking her up and holding her to his chest like before. Dean rushed outside and started the Impala, slamming his door closed as he climbed into the driver's seat. Sam quickly rushed outside, gently setting a still crying Alex in the backseat and then climbing in the backseat after her. Dean stepped on the gas, rushing them to the hospital and breaking every speed limit law that had ever been put in place. Dean pulled the car up to the ER's sliding glass front doors ten minutes later, flipping up his seat so Sam could carry Alex out from the backseat. Sam ran inside as the glass doors slid open and three nurses rushed over to him, Alex moaning in his arms.

"What happened?" asked one nurse, waving over a man with a gurney to set Alex on.

"Um, I'm not really sure. She's almost two months pregnant. Please, help her," cried Sam, panting with every deep breath he took.

The nurses nodded and the man arrived with the gurney, placing it directly in front of Sam. Alex held onto Sam's shirt as the nurses tried to get her to let go and place her on the gurney. She was pale from blood loss and Sam easily pried her fingers from his shirt to place her on the gurney. Alex looked at him sadly as the nurses began wheeling her away and Sam's eyes filled with tears.

"Dean and I will be waiting, Alex. We'll be right here, baby girl," called out Sam.

Alex nodded at Sam as the team of nurses rounded the corner, Alex disappearing from Sam's sight. He walked over to the wall and slowly slid down it, bringing his knees up to his chest as he stared at the last place where Alex had been. Sam rested the back of his head on the wall behind him as he looked up at the ceiling, sending a silent prayer up and praying that Alex would be alright. Dean ran into the emergency room then and saw Sam sitting against the wall, Alex's blood covering Sam's arms and shirt. Dean sighed and Sam looked over at him sadly. Dean walked over to Sam, sitting down next to him. The two brothers said nothing as they sat beside one another in companionable silence, watching the nurses and doctors file past them in the almost empty emergency room.