"I think we'd better hit the road soon, don't want more people to get killed 'cause the two of you weren't there to stop it." Derek said. Louise nodded.

"Yeah and on the way we can stop war and world hunger." Louise said sarcastically.

Callum hit her on the back of the head. "No more sarcasm from you young lady." he warned but playfully.

"Yeah because you are so much older than me, 4 years." Louise reminded him, hitting him back.

"He's right though, we should hit the road." she said, all joking aside.

Sam, Sarah, and Alison nodded in agreement.

"It was great meeting you and I hope we see each other again." Sarah said, giving Louise a hug.

"And you watch out for her." she said to Alex, also giving him a hug.

Louise said goodbye to everyone else, giving Fiona, Alison, and Sam a hug. She walked over to Dean.

"Hey, thanks for saving my ass back up at the Wendigo place." she said.

Dean shrugged. "If I didn't I think those guys would have my ass." he said, motioning to Callum and Derek, who were talking to everyone else.

Louise looked round and smiled then turned back to Dean. "Yeah I'm sure they would." she said, laughing slightly.

"You take care of yourself, and Alex." Dean said, smiling. Louise nodded.

"I will." Dean pulled her into a hug.

She pulled back. "I'll call if a case gets out of hand." she promised.

Dean nodded. They walked back to the others and Louise exchanged phone numbers with everyone. Louise and Alex picked up their bags.

"I'm really glad I met you all and I hope we see each other again soon." Louise said as she stood at the open door.

Callum and Derek were at the truck and Alex was waiting for Louise.

"Don't worry, we will." Alison said, almost certainly.

Louise nodded and made her way to the truck.

"You OK?" Alex asked her when she reached him. She just nodded. They put their bags in the back of the truck and got in, neither of them sure if they actually would see them again.

Louise felt Callum's stare through the rear-view mirror but didn't meet his gaze, as they pulled away from the motel.

Dean closed the door after everyone had watched the truck until was out of sight.

"Well we'd better find a case as well." Dean suggested. Sam shrugged.

"Suppose your right." he sighed getting his laptop out to research.

Alison did the same. "Oh no." Alison sighed, reading further into the document.

They had been researching for about half an hour.

"What? Is everything OK?" Dean asked, wondering if she had found a case.

Alison shook her head. "I think there is a Shtriga in Montana." she said quietly.

Everyone was quiet, they all hated Shtriga's, especially Dean.

Sam spoke, "Em I think I've found a, well I don't know, but there are killings in Iowa, they all seem to be girls in their early twenties, brunette, all in the same town." Sam stated.

Dean sighed. "And how do we know it's not just a cereal killer?" he asked, clearly agitated that they had found two cases.

"All windows and doors locked form the inside, alarms on. It reminds me of that case, couple of years ago, ugly ass painting, wee girls doing it all, the…Merchant family. Maybe it's a thing like that. Also there was a strange, thick, black substance found there; ectoplasm" Sam suggested.

Dean sighed running a hand over his face. "Looks like we're going to need to split up." he said sadly.

He knew it was going to be him and Sammy going one way and the girls going the other. It was virtually inevitable. Sarah walked over to where Dean was sitting on the bed and sat with him. She buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the cinnamon and leather smell, like it was the last time she would be able to do so.

Everyone was in their own thoughts until Alison spoke, "I could maybe get Hayden to do one of the cases." she suggested hopefully.

Sarah smiled into Dean's shoulder at the gesture but it wasn't fair. Dean put his arm around Sarah and brought her closer. He wasn't sure if Sarah could manage being apart again; hell he wasn't sure if he could.

"Look, me Alison and Fiona will take the Shtriga, you guys the UNFO." Sarah said pulling back from Dean after going through it all in her head. "None of us like the situation but we all know it's going to be like this in the end." she said, her voice sounding worn and tired and her eyes were glazed over with tears.

"UNFO?" Dean enquired with a confused look. Sarah gave a slight laugh.

"Unidentified non flying object." she stated.

Dean chuckled at her attempt to bring humour to the situation.

"We should probably pack our things." Fiona suggested heavy-heartedly.

Everyone nodded reluctantly and Fiona, Alison, and Sam went to their room to pack. Dean kept stealing glances at Sarah; she looked how he felt, tired and sad. Neither Dean nor Sarah spoke for a while. Dean finally initiated conversation.

"Hey, are you OK?" he asked catching Sarah's arm gently and turning her to face him.

She looked at him with sad eyes then at the floor. Dean lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, she looked at him for a moment then hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest and started to cry gently.

"I don't know if I can handle being apart again." she wept into his chest. Dean held her tighter.

"I know." he soothed, trying not to cry himself. "I know."

After a while, Sarah pulled back and wiped her tears. "We should finish packing before the three of them give us hell for not being quicker." Sarah said.

Dean gave a slight chuckle and nodded. They didn't really talk whilst they finished packing. They left the room and went to put their stuff in the vehicles. Dean slung his duffel in the back of the Impala and Sarah placed her in the back of the truck.