All rightie, here is the deal. My word pad is again running on empty, and I only have about one decent chapter left. (The rest are all shady ramblings in my book, and they need LOTS of work.) So do you want that last 'good' chapter today, tomorrow, or later this week? I will leave it entirely up to you guys.

The good news is that I think I finally got my point across to certain people who kept interrupting me (and my creative juices) with randomness. I seem to have today to work with those shady pieces, and might be able to clean up an additional chapter for next weekend. The sort of bad news is that I do have a busy week ahead, and might also be going away next weekend, which translates to: I might not have time to work on anything.

But it's your choice if you want it now, or if you want to space it out a little. All I'll say is that it's another big zagger (and if you don't know what that means, think of the term zigzag.)

Panda! You know that was my nickname growing up--part of it, anyway, since it rhymes with my first name. But, yes, I will definitely be calling you spaghetti from time to time.. Or maybe I'll just call you Skibetti. I like that one too :) Enjoy this chapter, and consider it thanks for harassing me back into writing :p

Once again, we found ourselves staking out the girls' house. A lot had changed though.

I wondered where Mariah was and how the whole 'killing her sister' thing would affect our relationship, but something about that whole idea didn't seem right, so I tried not to think about it. It was pretty hard, though. I hadn't seen her since.. I didn't remember, but I missed her.

Still, I had to focus. We had to find Evil Kiersa before she hurt somebody, and since we didn't really know where the less-evil (AKA "normal") Kiersa would go to hide, we had to cover all the bases. That's why we stopped back at her place. If she wasn't there, we could at least break in again and find some clues as to where she might go.

In the event that plan failed, I had a few more hunches: her work, for one, and then that club she'd taken me to— I even had some weird thought about her terrorizing a carnival, but that could have just been a movie I'd watched.

When we were sure that nobody was home, Sam and I decided to make our move. Unfortunately, we never made it past the front gate. The minute we stepped outside of the car, Mariah came charging out the front door. Like she'd been hiding inside, waiting to be sure it was us.

"You son of a bitch" She murmured under her breath, and for a near minute I thought she might have been possessed too. "You!" Her head shook, and the rest of her words were lost in fury.

I smiled to Sam who was clearly unimpressed, and then looked back to Mariah, who promptly punched me in the face. She quickly tried taking advantage of my stunned state, but luckily Sam was there to pull her off me. He stepped in between us and used his body as a barrier—but not before she had thrown something in my face. Once she'd been physically restrained, her verbal assault continued. She kept screaming and cursing, while trying her best to break free. I looked around to make sure no one was near by, and sure enough, in the middle of no where, no one was.

"Mariah, look." Sam tried his best to calm her, but for some reason she was oblivious to him. She just stared me down in disgust. "You have to calm down, okay? We just want to talk."

I leaned over (out of kicking range) and picked up the necklace that had hit me in the face. "Rosaries?" I asked holding the cross up to Sam who stopped talking to Mariah long enough to look confused.

"It's Sunday, but I think you're a little late for mass." I chuckled. Sadly, no one else was in the mood for jokes.

Sam turned his attention back to Mariah, who finally settled down long enough to speak sensibly. "Where is she?" She asked looking to Sam with hope, "Please tell me that she's okay."

"Who, Kiersa?" His brows crinkled with curiosity, "We're looking for her now; do you have any idea where she might be?" He asked warmly, but that question, for some reason, set her off again. It was like she blamed us, or me.

"How dare you," she said with offense, and turned to me, "What did you do to her?" She asked with a deep breath.

Sam also looked back at me, and I shrugged. I didn't know what to say—I hadn't done anything. She was just crazy.

"Mariah, listen to me, we're here to help you. And your sister, okay?" Sam continued to beg, but she wouldn't hear him. At least not until he was willing to prove it to her. "I'm going to let you go…"

"What!" I snapped, but Sam snapped right back and told me to shut up.

"Look at me, Mariah," My brother said, finally winning over her attention, "I just want to talk to you." And with that, he slowly, gently, let go of her arm.

"I swear to God," She shook her head until something in her eyes broke; then the anger returned in her voice, and she made another effort to get to me. "if you hurt her!!"

Sam held her back, again, and again she fought harder, until he finally yelled at me. At me!! "Dean, go wait in the car."

This confused the two of us. Both Mariah and me.

"No! Uh-uh. No way!" I laughed, and when the desperate cue in his eyes failed to persuade me, he sighed, pushed Mariah back, and then released her one last time. Holding only his arm up; a silent plea for her to stop.

"I'm not leaving you alone with that psychopath." I whispered an honest concern, but Sam only put that traitorous hand of his on my back and started walking me towards the car.

"Dean, look. The girl obviously knows something."

"Yeah! Ya-think!" I said through gritted teeth, "She threw a cross in my face, Sam! I think she knows a little more than something!"

"So what, you think that maybe she's behind all this?" He asked skeptically, but who really knows. Right? Right??

"I don't know what I think. I just know that this is a bad idea!" I said. It was the truth—I had a bad feeling in my gut. Like something bad was going to happen. Like something evil was coming. I couldn't ignore it.

"Why would a demon risk carrying out a cross?" Sam laughed, trying to appeal to my logic. But that wouldn't work. I was too smart for it.

"To trick us? I don't know. Maybe she's not a demon. Maybe she IS a witch, or something else."

"That's the point! Dean, we don't even know what we're up against here. It could be anything, especially a shapeshifter the way she's dead-set on attacking you. Just let me talk to her and sort things out. Please."

"Fine." I grumbled as reluctantly as I could, then laughed in realizing Mariah was already on her way back to the house. "You get five minutes. Hopefully before she calls the cops."

As I motioned my eyes towards this development, Sam noticed and began chasing after her. "No! Nonono! Wait. Please, Mariah. Please." He begged, "Look at me. Your sister saved my life. Now I think she's in trouble, and I need your help. Please."

Why not put a freaking cherry on top, Sam. Really.