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Chapter Thirty Nine

We were still searching for Ava after two weeks. We followed every lead, and went down every path we could think of. There was no sign of her anywhere. She just disappeared off the map. I had this sinking feeling that she was with yellow eyes, wherever he was. Dean and I were ready to just call it a day and move on.

Sam however, would not give up.

"Sam" I said one night, watching him stare intently at his laptop screen. He had done this for the past two weeks. "Don't you think it's time to, you know, start going back to normal?"

Sam looked up at me with his bitch-face, usually reserved for Dean. "No" he stated coldly. "I'm not giving up yet"

I looked to Dean, who just shrugged. Apparently I was on my own for this. "All I'm saying is—"

"We didn't give up on dad" Sam said, giving me a cold look.

I raised my eyes, taken aback by that. He usually didn't bring up the dad card on me like that. I was a little offended. I was already having a crappy month, and Sam wasn't making it any easier. I clenched my jaw. "Dad didn't slaughter his fiancé" I stated back just as coldly. That was completely uncalled for, but I was annoyed and still moody and getting over my ex so Sam could suck it.

"We don't know that!" Sam shouted, standing up.

"I think we do, Sam" I stated, standing up as well. "She's probably—"

"What?" he demanded. "Went dark-side? Like I'm supposed to?"

"Oh don't relate everything back to you!" I shouted. "I have freaky powers to and yellow eyes wants to kill me! The world doesn't revolve around you Sam!"

"It doesn't revolve around you either!" Sam yelled back, towering over me. "You know what? You're such a baby! You need to freaking grow up already!"

We both sort of stopped as Dean stepped in-between us, and I just shook my head and went out the door. I didn't even think about where I was going I just left. I needed to clear my head. "I'm the baby?" I thought to myself. "I'm not the one who can't accept that someone is gone! I work my ass off to keep up with them to and they don't even care! I have a freaking demon on my ass and Sam's worried about me killing him?"

I stomped my way down the block until I realized that I had nowhere else to go. I went to the gas station on my right and bought a coke, figuring maybe it would help me clear my head. I sat on the curb and tried to hold in my tears. "Hey" a voice said, making me look up. "You all alone"

"What's it to you?" I asked, tensing up.

"Nothing" he smirked. "But I could show you a good time" He smiled at me, wagging his eyebrows like he was the coolest thing since sliced bread.

"Fuck. Off." I stated, through clenched teeth. He put his hands up in surrender and walked away. I was a hormonal teenage girl. I was not a force to be reckoned with. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at my phone. I had three missed calls from Dean, and none from Sam. Nice.

My phone started ringing as it was in my hand. It was Bobby. I decided to answer. "You can tell them I'm fine" I sighed, "I'm going back"

"Where the hell are you?" he demanded. "They're freaking out!"

"At a gas station" I replied, standing up. "I just needed some air"

"You three idgits will be the death of me" Bobby sighed, "Just get back there, you know Sam didn't mean it"

"I think he did" I stated, shaking my head. "He seemed very serious, Bobby"

"He's upset and so are you" Bobby replied, "It'll be fine, darling"

"If you say so" I said, and started walking back. "Is Dean really pissed?"

"Worried" Bobby said gruffly, "So good luck"

"Thanks" I said, and hung up. I could see the motel room, and walked up slowly. I didn't really care how pissed Dean was, I just didn't want to deal with Sam right now. I wasn't in the mood. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I opened the door, and heard the shower running.

Dean was sitting on the bed, glaring at me. "You can't just run away like that"

"Sorry" I said, not really sorry at all. I sat next to him. "I needed air"

"Sammy didn't mean it" Dean said softly, not looking at me. I stared at the bed spread. It was a horrible shade of vomit green. "He's just upset. Just like you"

"Yeah" I said, not really believing him. "I don't want to talk okay? About anything"

Dean stared at me for a long moment and then nodded. "Okay" he said. "Fine with me" He flicked on the TV and we all ignored each other for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I woke up to see Sam already gone to get breakfast. I hopped in the shower and came out to see Sam and Dean arguing. "I'm just saying we found the case, we should take it" Dean stated, taking a large bite of a sandwich. "We can't stay here forever Sam"

"We can't give up yet" Sam replied, adamantly. "Ava could be in trouble" Sam looked to me as I grabbed the food that was set aside as mine. He quickly looked away.

I took it and sat on the bed, picking at the food with disinterest. Sam and I usually weren't the ones to fight. Dean and I were usually the ones who were at each other's throats. It was harder to be mad at Sam since he took the time to listen and usually was on my side anyway. Dean cleared his throat. "So Lex, we found this job"

"Where?" I asked, taking a small bite of the hash browns.

"A few hours away" Dean replied. "But we aren't sure whether we should take it"

"Because we still have to find Ava" Sam piped up, glaring at Dean in annoyance. He looked to me. "It wouldn't be right to just leave"

"Right" I stated. "Well I think we should take the case"

"Of course you do" Sam scoffed.

"What does that mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "That I should grow up?"

"Okay, stop it" Dean said, looking from Sam to me. "No more fighting okay? Look, this case is only a few hours out. We're close enough that if Ava shows up we'll know. So let's just go, okay?" Sam and I said nothing, shooting daggers at each other with our eyes. "Okay?" Dean asked again, desperately.

"Fine" Sam and I said in unison. I threw my barely eaten food out and threw all my crap into the bag and went to the car. They joined me not much later. I put my iPod on and blocked them out.

SPNPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

I woke up to Dean yelling my name. I bolted upright, still groggy. "What?" I demanded, annoyed. I pushed my hair out of my face, making a mental note to cut it soon. "There are nicer ways to wake people up you know" Sam mumbled to himself, and I just rolled my eyes. "Are we there?"

"Yeah" Dean said, giving Sam and me a look that basically said you-two-better-as-hell-behave-or-I-will-kick-your-ass. He hadn't given us that look in years. Then again, we hadn't fought like this in years. "C'mon" he said, and got out of the car. Sam and I walked on opposite sides of Dean, avoiding each other's gazes.

"Are you supposed to be here?" a man asked as we walked in to the police station.

"Yeah" Dean replied, taking out a badge. "FBI. I'm agent Frehely; this is agent Criss and agent Simmons?" He put his badge back in his pocket. "We're here about the possible cult case"

"I don't remember anyone saying you guys were coming" The officer said, irritated. "I swear no one tells me anything here!" I shared a glance with Dean and then we were led back by the officer to get the files.

He handed Dean the files and then left us alone at the back room. I opened it to see morbid pictures of the man. He was bloody and his abdomen was cut nearly clean in half. "Ew" I said, handing it to Dean. He looked at it in curiosity, and then put it down. I picked up the next photo and frowned. There was a symbol on the wall next to the body that looked like it was painted in blood. "Dean" I said, staring at it. It was a circle with two curved lines coming off the side at the diagonals, a line going vertically through the entire thing. "What is that? I've never seen it before"

Dean stared at it, just as confused, until Sam ripped it out of my hands. "Let me see" he scoffed, staring at it. Stupid Sam thinking he's se freaking smart… "Huh" he remarked. "I've never seen anything like it"

"Yeah" I nodded. "I didn't think you had" I snatched it back out of his hands and put it back in the folder. I pulled out more of the papers and let Dean take the folder. "Oh god" I said, reading down the line of details. "The symbol was written in lamb's blood" I handed it to Dean.

"Lamb's blood is commonly used in rituals" Sam said, trying to be all smart and know it all again.

I nodded anyway, ignoring him. "They knew what they were doing"

The door opened and the police officer leaned in. "Are you three done?" he asked, "We need the conference room back"

Dean stood up and I followed, the picture of the symbol folded up and in my pocket. "Thanks for your time" Dean said, as we left. I nodded at the officer and we went back to the car. I got into the back seat and Dean glared at Sam and me. "You two need to hug and make up because I'm not going to deal with this much longer" he stated, and started the car. Sam and I exchanged a look. Yeah, neither of us was in a forgiving mood.

Dean pulled into a motel that was out of the way, and we got out. Sam and I avoided each other, going to opposite ends of the room and making ourselves comfortable. I put my bags on the one bed, and Sam put his on the other. Dean looked at them and pushed my bag off. "S'not my night to share" he stated, and threw it on the ground.

I picked it up and shoved it in the corner. There was no couch in here. "Okay" I stated, grabbing a pillow. "I'll sleep on the floor"

Sam shot me a look and I said nothing, just happy with the personal satisfaction I was getting from pissing him off. "Alright, well" Dean said, staring at us. "We need to figure out what this symbol means"

We called everyone in our father's journal and everyone else we could think of. Ash and Bobby both promised to keep looking for some answers, but so far they hadn't called back and it had been hours. Dean handed me my phone. "Call Joshua" He said.

I glared at him. "Why can't you do it?" He just stared at me, and I eventually gave in and took the phone out of his hand. I rang three times before Joshua answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Joshua" I said, trying not to meet Dean's eyes. He was watching me carefully. He was only doing this to me because I never told him what happened when we stopped there a few weeks ago. I never told him about Logan and Hannah. "I need to know if you have some info for me"

"Sure" he said, sounding like he was as tense as I was. "Want to send me a picture?"

"Yeah" I said, going into my texts and sending him the picture right away. "It should pop up in a second"

"Okay" he said, "I heard you saw Logan with Hannah"

I tensed, pushing the hair out of my face nervously. I wasn't sure where he was going with this. "Yeah, it was…uh…"

"A surprise?" Joshua said, uneasily.

"Yeah" I breathed, remembering how I walked in and freaked out. I should have just left the moment I saw her.

"They just started hanging out or whatever" Joshua replied.

"That's nice, but uh, why are you telling me this?"

"I just wanted you to know that he wasn't, you know…" Joshua said. "She came around the day after you broke it off"

"Oh, okay" I said, and felt Dean's eyes on my back. I tried to ignore them. "So the symbol?"

"Right" Joshua said, and paused for a second. "No, I can't say I've ever seen anything like it. I can ask Logan if you—"

"That's okay" I said, cutting him off. "Thanks"

"No problem" he said, and we hung up.

I handed Dean his phone back. "What was that about?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing" I said, and went back to staring at the symbol. It seemed so stupid that someone put this obscure symbol next to someone. Usually with cults you got stupid kids who thought they knew what they were messing with and ended up getting themselves killed. This symbol meant that these people weren't messing around, they knew things. "So we have nothing on this stuff, maybe we should take a new approach?" I questioned.

"Let's hit up the local hot spots" Dean said, nodding. "Check to see if anyone around knows the symbol"

"Yeah" Sam said, "I'll head to the library while you two go" He grabbed his jacket. "I'll see if there's anything there that has something"

"Fine" Dean said, going for his coat. "We'll drop you off"

Sam shook his head, going to the door. "I'll walk" he said, and then slammed the door behind him. I rolled my eyes, and mumbled obscenities under my breath.

"What was that?" Dean asked, glowering at me.

"Nothing" I stated quickly and we walked out the door together. We hit up the local bar, and I watched as Dean started to talk to every single woman in the bar.

I sat down and stared around, looking for people who were secluded or alone. They usually were the ones who were in the cults. The loners. "Hey" a voice said, coming up next to me. "You all alone?"

I turned to see a very attractive man giving me the one over. He seemed happy with what he saw. "Yeah" I replied, smiling. "Are you?"

He sat down next to me, grinning from ear to ear. "Not anymore" He called the bartender over. "What are you drinking?"

"I'm not" I stated nonchalantly. "Designated driver right here" He chuckled, and I knew that I was getting myself into something that I wasn't sure I wanted to. I was flirting with some guy I barely knew, and Dean was only a few feet away.

"That's no fun" he pouted slightly, and took a sip of beer.

"Oh trust me" I laughed. "I'm still tons of fun"

He raised his eyebrows. "So you got a name?"

"Alexis" I said, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"I'm Colin" he grinned, and took another sip. "I take it you're not from around here?" he asked. "I've never seen you before"

"Guilty" I stated. "What gave it away?"

"It's a small town" he explained. "How long have you been here?"

I decided to take this opportunity to ask questions. "Long enough to hear about the murders" I grimaced. "Horrible what happened. And that creepy symbol? Freaky"

"There used to be a cult in this town" he stated, "In the eighties"

My eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah" he scoffed. "Disgrace of the town" He smiled as he saw that he caught my interest. "A bunch of kids got into some dark stuff. They were into all this satanic shit"

"Huh" I remarked. He nodded and I moved closer to him. I didn't want him to lose interest. "What happened?" I whispered. I had to admit, I was good at this flirting thing.

"The leader went off the deep end and killed himself" he replied. "Then all the members either moved away or went back to normal life I guess"

"Oh" I said, and felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. "De—"

"Get up, we're going" he said. I tensed as Colin's face turned to confused. "Now" he insisted, and nearly tore my arm off yanking me off the chair.

I gave him an apologetic glance and then let Dean pull me out. "Calm down" I insisted. "I was getting info"

"What?" he demanded, angrily. That little vein in his forehead was pulsing again. "His phone number?"

"Oh please" I scoffed, shaking my head. "I got information on a cult" I shook my head. "How many phone numbers did you get?"

He glared at me, but didn't deny anything. "That's not important" I smirked and rolled my eyes. I walked towards the car. "Hey" he said, stopping me. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but it needs to stop"

"Why is it that everyone else can pull this stuff but the moment I do it's a horrible sin?" I demanded, irritated. "You can flirt; Sam can run off, Logan can…" I trailed off and sighed. "Never mind"

Dean's gaze softened. "What did Logan do?" he asked.

"Nothing" I said, shaking my head. "C'mon, let's go and I can tell you what I learned" He gave me a hard stare, but said no more on the matter and got into the car. "So there was a cult here in the eighties that no one likes to talk about" I stated. "Small town drama, you know? Anyway, the leader committed suicide"

"Huh" he remarked, dialing Sam. "That is interesting"

"Yeah, so I figured maybe the ones dying were members or something?" I suggested. "It's a stretch but I figure it's worth a shot"

"You get any names?" he asked, putting the phone to his ear. I shook my head. "Well that's awesome"

"Well maybe I could've if you hadn't pulled me away like you were on fire" I mumbled, and he slapped me on the knee.

"Hey" Dean said. "Meet us back at the room in ten" He snapped the phone shut. "So you think maybe the cult's back and with a vengeance?" he asked me.

"I guess" I shrugged. "But how are we supposed to figure out who they were? Ask around?"

Dean shrugged. "Wait?"

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

We had been waiting for an entire day, still not finding anything about the symbol or about any of the previous cult members. Sam had hogged the laptop, so I had nothing to do but watch TV. I stood up and grabbed my coat. "I'm going to the store" I stated to Dean. "Need anything?"

"Nothing you can buy legally" he smirked. "What are you going for?"

"Stuff" I stated, and smirked. "Be back soon" I walked out the door and to the little grocery store on the corner. I walked down aisles until I had everything I needed to make the best freaking cookies ever.

I paid for all of it and carried the bags back to the motel room. It was a good thing this one had a little kitchenette in it. The stove was small, but it would do. "What did you get?" Dean asked, trying to paw through the bags.

"Nothing for you" I snapped, giving him an evil smile. I pushed him out of the kitchen. "Stay out, I'm going to cook"

"Just don't burn the place down" he smirked, and went back to watching TV. Sam just gave me a look, picked up his laptop, and went to sit on the bed. He glared at me, and then went back to whatever he was doing. Guess who's totally not getting any cookies….

I mixed the flour, eggs, baking soda and salt. Then I mixed up the butter, sugar, brown sugar and vanilla until it was good and then added eggs. Dean walked back over. "Are you sure you're doing this right?" he asked, watching me pre-heat the oven.

"Dean, its cookies" I stated, rolling my eyes. "It's kind of hard to mess up" He looked at the dough and stuck a finger in. "Ew, Dean, go away!" I said, pushing him away. He ate it off his finger and grinned.

"Tastes funny" he stated, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Dean I swear—"

"Oh calm down" he said, throwing a fist full of flour at me. It went everywhere, getting all over my clothes and hair. He stood there and burst out laughing.

"I'm gonna kill you" I said, throwing some back. He just kept laughing.

"Will you two stop" Sam said, and went into the bathroom.

Dean and I shared a glance and kept laughing. I made him leave before we made a huge mess, and I cleaned up the flour, not bothering to wash it off of me. I would take a shower later. I put the cookies in and waited the allotted amount. By the time they were done I could see Dean glancing over desperately wanting one but waiting. I smiled to myself and turned the oven off. I took the plate over, and held it in front of him.

I took a long bite of one. "Mmm" I said, laughing at his expression. "Too bad you said they taste funny or I'd let you have one"

He glared. "Just gimme a freaking cookie"

"Is that an apology?" I asked, innocently. I put the plate of cookies closer to his face.

"Yes" he said and went to grab one. I pulled away.

"I'm not sure I believe you" I stated, narrowing my eyes.

He stared at me, testing me, and ended up sighing. "I am so sorry" he said, and looked at the plate again. I smiled and handed him the plate. He scarfed three down in like two seconds. "Wow" he said, once he could talk. "These rock" He looked to Sam, who was towel drying his hair. "Want one?" Dean said, through a mouth of cookie.

Sam looked at the plate and then at me. He came over and tentatively took one and ate in silence. "They are good" he admitted, and took another. I smiled. We hadn't made up yet, but at least he appreciated the cookie.

I sat down on the bed, and then remembered I was sleeping on the ground. I put the pillow on the ground and put a blanket down. Out of nowhere, Dean picked me up and threw me on the bed. He picked the pillow up and chucked it at my head, "I thought we weren't sharing?" I asked.

"Think of this as thanks for the cookies" he remarked, and rolled his eyes. I smiled and cuddled up on one side.

SPSPNPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

"Shit" Dean said, fiddling with the police scanner. "I think we got another one"

We rushed to the car, and went right to the site of the crime. They hadn't even gotten rid of the body yet. "Hey" Sam said, handing me the EMF. "Why don't you EMF while I distract the officer over there"

I glared at him. "Why don't you?"

Dean took one look and me and frowned. "Just do it, Lex" he said. "We'll meet up with you in five"

I grumbled, but took it and went to the site. I ignored the nearly cut in half body. I swept it around and got low readings, but there was definitely something present. I frowned, and went closer to the symbol, where it spiked higher. I got a tap on the back. "Lex" Dean said, "Get stuff?"

"Yeah" I said, showing him. "It's low, but it spikes near the symbol"

"What's that?" Sam asked, pointing to the dead person who was being loaded into the coroner's truck.

I rolled my eyes. "That's a human, Sammy" I stated "I know that their unfamiliar territory since you aren't one—"

"That's not what I meant, smartass" he growled. "Look at the tattoo"

We headed over and before they loaded it onto the truck caught a glimpse. It was a weird symbol, much like the one that was on the wall. "Tramp Stamp" Dean smirked.

Sam and I glared at him. We hopped back in the car and I drew out the tattoo. "Here" I said, handing it to Dean. "What now?"

"Well" he sighed, and looked to Sam, "What do you think?"

"I think we should check out whether these victims were in that cult" Sam said. "You guys can check out the tattoo. See if it means something"

"Sure" Dean said. "We can go to that that diner on the corner after?"

"Yeah" Sam said, and we headed to the library.

I sat at a computer and felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey Alexis" Colin smiled. "Long time no see"

"Yeah" I smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"School stuff" he said. "You?"

"Same" I lied, and clicked out of all the links I was on. "Sorry about last night. Protective older brothers"

He chuckled. "No problem" He sat down. "I'm just glad I get to see you again" We stared at each other awkwardly. "So, uh…I was thinking, if you wanted to go out sometime…"

"I would love to" I replied. "But I'm only in town for another day"

"Oh" he said, looking sad. "Well I figured it was worth a shot"

"I wish I could though" I said, "If that counts for anything"

"Thanks" he smiled, and he stared at me again.

"We gotta go" Sam said, watching me. I jumped and turned around. He didn't seem mad, just curious. I stood up, smiling at Colin, and left with Sam.

Sam said nothing about what happened. We went to the diner, and I sat quietly. Being with Colin, and flirting? It reminded me of when times were okay with Logan. It used to be fun like that. I

"Earth to Alexis" Dean said, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Huh?" I said, looking up. "What?"

"Wanna hear what we found out or not?" Dean asked. I nodded. "Both victims had that tattoo, but there's nothing on what it means"

"Oh" I said, pulling out the paper with the tattoo on it.

"Hey" the waitress said, filling Dean's coffee. "I haven't seen that symbol in years" She laughed. "Ain't that from that cult way back when?" She snorted, shook her head and walked off.

"Well" I said. "I guess that answers that"

SPSPNSNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPSN

Since now we were pretty positive that this had something to do with the cult in the eighties, we scoured everywhere for some kind of record of who had been in it. Eventually, after hours, we found them. Most were gone, but of the remaining ones who stayed in town, only two were left.

"So it's got to have to do something with this symbol" Sam said, with a long sigh. "If we could figure what it meant this would be so much easier"

"Maybe it's like a death mark" Dean suggested. "An old member wants his friends dead, he paints this symbol, and they die"

"Maybe" Sam said. "But who? Most of them are dead"

"Maybe we should pay the final two a visit" I said, with a shrug.

"Only ones in town" Sam said. "The other's on vacation"

"Then let's go to this one" I said.

And that was exactly what we did. We went to the woman's house first, and knocked. "Hi ma'am we're with the FBI?" Sam said. "Can we have a word?"

"About what?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Look" Dean said, "We know about the cult, and we think someone may be targeting you"

My phone rang and I read the caller ID. "It's Bobby" I stated.

"I don't want any part of that group anymore" she said. "It was a long time ago. Please leave" The door slammed.

"Huh" Dean said, and we turned to leave. We went back to the car. "Stake out time" Dean said, and they watched the house. I called Bobby back.

"Hey" I said, as he answered. "What's up?"

"I got that info on the symbol" he said.

"Hang on" I said. "I'm putting you on speaker" I pressed the button. "Okay go"

"It's like an inverted pentagram, it means that the devil is present" Bobby said. "You can use them to call on a demon without needing the whole blood and bone ritual"

"So draw the symbol, a demon comes" Sam said, looking confused.

"Yeah, and then you can ask it to do your bidding" Bobby replied. "Also says that sometimes the demon is sent there using the symbol"

"So who's doing this?" I asked. "Or what?"

"We'll find out" Dean said, "Thanks Bobby"

We stared at the house, watching the woman, whose name was Gracie leave. I was falling asleep in the back seat before anything interesting happened. She came back, carrying in groceries. That was when we heard the scream.

We all shared a glance and ran inside. She was in the kitchen, staring fixated on the symbol on the wall that was drawing itself. It was literally appearing all on its own, blood coming out of thin air. Once we all appeared, it stopped exactly how it started half drawn and dripping.

"I went to the store and when I came back it was there!" she cried, as Dean sat her down on the couch. "How was that even happening?"

"Gracie" Sam said, carefully. "We need you to tell us about the cult"

She sniffled. "When we were still a group, our leader used to have that symbol around his neck. He said that was where our power came from" She shuddered. "We all paid respect to it, promised it could keep our souls" I looked at Dean. "It was like a game. We didn't think that it was real" She looked up at the bloody symbol. "Then when it was over we all forgot about it. We moved on. We grew up and made lives. And now…"

"It's back" I stated, looking at her. I think we all understood now. "I don't think anyone is actually doing this. I think the demon's coming back to get what it was promised"

That just made Gracie sob harder.

"There's only one way to stop it" Dean said, standing up. He walked over to the symbol. "We need blood"

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"Here we go" Dean said, with a sigh. Dean cut his hand, using a brush to paint on the final line. As soon as he was done, a bright light filled the room.

A woman with dark hair appeared right in front of the sigil. "Well hello" she smiled, showing us her black eyes. "Thanks for finishing that for me!"

"Mary?" Gracie asked, stepping forward.

"Nope" Mary said, shaking her head. "Mary's not here right now, please leave a message at the beep" She grinned, "Beep!"

"Who is she?" Dean asked, after splashing holy water towards her.

"She was in the cult" Gracie said. "But I don't understand, I thought she was dead"

"She was" Mary grinned, trying to walk towards us. She was met by an invisible wall. She kicked the rug aside. "Devil's trap" she remarked. "Classy"

"Drew it myself" I stated, with a smile. "Now why don't you just leave the members alone, we'll send you back home, and I can sleep soundly tonight?"

"Hmmm" Mary smiled. "No thanks" She looked to Gracie. "They made a deal, and I have come to collect"

"Then we'll have to kill you" Dean grinned, "And trust me, I'll do it"

"I've heard of you three" she smirked, "You're the righteous Winchesters ridding this earth of big bad evil, right?" she asked. She laughed. "Your daddy even died. Well guess what? You might kill me, but you've got no idea what they're planning downstairs"

"You're right" Dean said, with a glare. "I don't really care though" He looked down and started reading.

She grimaced, falling to her knees. "He's gonna kill your little sissy poo!" she taunted. "He's gonna kill her soon!" She smiled at me, and Dean stopped for a moment. "He wants you dead, girly" she stated. "And what he wants he gets"

"Shut up, bitch" Dean said, and went back to reading.

She started laughing. "Sammy's gonna die! Dean-o's gonna die! Lexie's gonna die!" she sing-songed.

"He said shut up!" I screamed.

Dean quickly finished her out, and then the girl fell to the ground. She had been dead for a long time it seemed, for she didn't even move.

"Is it over?" Gracie asked.

"Yeah" Sam said, "It's over"

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We packed up the motel room, and Dean had gone to get gas before we left so that we didn't have to stop on the way. I picked up my stuff and put it in the bag, and caught Sam's eye. We stared at each other, and then sighed.

"So, uh" Sam said. "What happened back at Logan's?"

I shook my head. "He was with Hannah"

"Like with-with her?" Sam asked in shock.

"Seemed like it" I sighed. "Great, huh?" I sat on the bed. "It just….it hurts, Sammy. It hurts so bad. It's like my heart is aching in my chest"

"Is that why you talked with that kid?" Sam asked, "In the library?"

"Yeah" I said. "It made it feel better, just for a minute"

He sighed and sat down next to me on the bed. "I know I never talked about Jess" he started. "But I felt that same way when she was gone. I felt like my heart had shattered into a million pieces and I wanted to fill the void with anything" He paused. "I can't imagine what seeing Logan with Hannah felt like"

"It felt like he stomped on my heart a few dozen times" I chuckled slightly. "I just don't get why he went right to her though"

"Maybe he was trying to fill that void"

"With that bitch?" I giggled. "Ew"

"Yeah, well" Sam said, putting his arm around me. "I'm sorry for being an ass"

"Me too" I said, with a small smile. "I didn't mean it"

"Neither did I" Sam said. "I mean, you're already way more grown up than a lot of kid's your age. Kind of forced into growing up a lot faster"

"Yeah" I laughed. "Tell me about it" I paused "Don't tell Dean about Logan. I hate his guts but Dean would shoot him"

"Got it" he laughed.

Dean walked in. "Hey" he smiled. "Thank god. I thought you two were going to do this forever"

"We should try looking for Ava again" I stated. "At least for a little while" Sam grinned and Dean shrugged. We got into the car, and I sighed. I popped some pain meds.

"Headache?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Not that kind" I remarked, and looked at him. "He's going to kill me, Dean. And I don't even really know why"

I didn't have to explain what I meant. "Not while I'm here" he stated, shaking his head.

"You can't protect me forever, De. Not from boys, not from psychopathic demons" I said, shaking my head.

Dean smiled. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to try" He patted my knee, and hit the gas.

We stopped back in Peoria to search for Ava again. I sat on the bed, and came across the photo of me and Logan smiling like goofballs. "Nice" I said, to myself, and was about to throw it away, but stopped. Whether we were together or not, he was a part of me. I shoved the picture in the bottom of my duffel bag.

I was going to move on. I had bigger things to worry about now. "You okay?" Dean asked, watching me.

"Fine" I smiled, plopping myself next to him. "I'll be fine"