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The full moon shone brightly in the night sky as the Impala drove down the road towards their next case. Selena gazed listlessly out the window while Sam was trying to convince Dean to use the newly restored Colt to get out of his deal with unsuccessful results.

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked, frustration at his brother's stubbornness.

"Because I said so." Dean replied, frustrated as well. It was like Sam forgot what would happen to him if they tried to break the deal. They've been arguing about for over ten minutes, and frankly, he was getting tired of talking about it.

"We've got the Colt now."

"Sam."

"We can summon the Crossroads demon, pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal."

"We don't even know if that'll work!"

"We'll just shoot her! If she dies, the deal goes away!" Dean shook his head.

"We don't even know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes"! Because if we screw with this deal, you die!"

"And if we don't screw with this deal, you die!" Sam countered. Amidst their arguing, Selena gave them an annoyed look from the corner of her eye. Their yelling was hurting her ears.

:We could always freeze their mouth shuts.: Cheshire suggested. Selena mentally shook her head.

'No. That would be too extreme. I was thinking a gag or duck tape.'

"Sam, enough! I'm not gonna have this conversation!"

"Why, because you said so?"

"Yes, because I said so!"

"Well, you're not dad!" That stunned Dean into silence for a second.

"No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best." Sam let out a noise of disbelief. "You got to let this go. You understand me?" The two stared at one another before Sam looked away, silently relenting. There was a beat of silence. "Tell me about the psychotic killer. Come on, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Sam picked up the newspaper in his lap and read from it.

"The psychotic killer rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."

"Okay, any mention of his razor-sharp teeth, or his 4 inch claws, animal eyes?"

"No." Sam said. "The lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf, we don't have long. Moon's full this Friday, and that's the last time it changes for a month." Dean nodded in understanding.

"Two days. No sweat." Satisfied that her ears would no longer be subjected to more yelling, Selena tuned out her brothers. It sounded so cliche that a full moon would be in October and a werewolf would come out so close to Halloween. October had always fascinated her. It was the only time in a year in which people pretend to be something or someone they were not. It also made blending in easy.

Xxx

Selena was standing by the Impala, waiting for her brothers to come out. They were inside interviewing the surviving victim of the psychopath. "Chessur?" A male voice called. She turned to see Nathan Toomes approaching her. He smiled, stopping in front of her. "It is you! How are you?"

"I am fine." She replied. "You?"

"I'm good. What brings you to Maple Springs?"

"Business"

"Me too. A client hired me to take some photos, but I might leave early because of the murders."

"Hm." It surprised Selena to see the photographer here, of all places and time. It's been a year since she last saw him. He looked the same. His beard looked to have grown out, though. Nathan's eyes settled on the Impala and he let out an impressed whistle.

"Nice car. Is it yours?"

"No. A co-workers."

"Oh. Hey, uh, you still have my card?" He asked. Selena nodded. It was in her bag somewhere. "If you, um, have any time later, would you like to grab some coffee or perhaps dinner?" Selena stilled for a split second, blinking.

:If he wanted to court us, a hand hunted meal would be better. I give him a 3/10 for effort.:

'There is nervousness and a hint of arousal in his scent, but I doubt that is his intentions, Cheshire.'

:We'll see. He'll learn that it takes more than good food to get us as a mate. He'll have to get used-: Selena tuned out Cheshire. She has heard this speech before in her past life and it doesn't interest her.

"I…I shall think about it. My work may keep me occupied the whole day." Nathan nodded, feeling disappointment go through him, but he quickly pushed down. She didn't agree, but she didn't say no, either.

"Okay. I understand." Selena heard her brother's voices approaching and looked over Nathan's shoulder to see them walking down the sidewalk towards the two.

"I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but my co-workers are heading this way." She pointed and Nathan followed the direction her finger towards Sam and Dean.

"I see. Well, it was nice seeing you again, and if you have free time, let me know. Bye."

"Bye." Selena's gaze followed Nathan as he walked past her, then turned to Sam and Dean when they got close.

"Who was that?" Dean asked, eyes narrowed on Nathan's retreating figure. His protective older brother instincts activating.

"Someone I met on my travels last year." Selena replied.

"Really?" Sam questioned. "Did you, uh, get to know him?" Selena's head tilted slightly.

"We had lunch but parted ways after. I'm not looking for a partner at the moment." For some reason, an image of Crowley and what happened three months ago flashed through her mind, but she pushed it to the very back of her mind. "What did the victim say?" The three got in the car and Sam gave her a summary of what the guy told them.

"So, is it a new werewolf or another creature?" She asked when Sam finishes.

"We don't know." Dean replied. "But we better find out, quick."

*TIME SKIP*

The siblings hurried into the hospital, hearing about another murder. A couple. The husband died while the wife was alive, but unhurt. Selena was dressed in a suit, deciding to go with her brothers this time. Upon seeing two officers approaching in the lobby, the siblings turned the other way so they wouldn't see their face. Once the officers had passed, the three went to look for the wife. They didn't have to look for long when they heard a female patient and the doctor talking.

"Please." The patient begged.

"We need to observe you while the drugs are still in your system." The doctor replied.

"I need to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make."

"It can wait. Now, you need to rest. Stay, please." The wife relented and laid back down. "I'll be back in a few minutes." The doctor turned and walked over to the siblings, sighing. "Detectives." The doctor gave a curious look at Selena, and Dean cleared his throat.

"Dr. Garrison, this is Detective Stone. She's with us." The doctor nodded.

"Do you know what the hell's going on here? The whole town's going insane."

"No." Sam said. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dr. Garrison was silent then passed by the three. The siblings entered the room, walking to the distressed wife.

"Miss. Watson?" Dean called out as they pulled out their badges, showing it to her. "Hi. Need to ask you a few questions."

"Do we have to go over this again?" Miss Watson asked, eyes still red from crying. "Now?"

"We'll try to be brief. Miss. Watson, can you tell us how you got away?" After a second, she nodded.

"I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it." Her voice broke as she continued. "And when the old woman was…carving up Ken, I shoved her. And she fell, cracked her head on the stove." Miss. Watson's expression turned scared. "She's dead, right? I-I killed her?"

"Do you have any idea why she did this to you?" Dean asked.

"No. One minute, she's just a sweet old lady, and the next, she was like a monster." Selena's brow furrowed. She's felt like she's heard of this scenario before, but she couldn't remember where.

"Can you remember anything else?"

"Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by chance?"

"A little girl?" The brothers exchanged confused looks. "At the house?"

"I thought I saw her outside the window. S-she just disappeared…Just vanished into thin air." Dean got a thoughtful expression on his face. "It must have been the drugs."

"This disappearing girl, what did she look like?"

"Does it matter?" Miss Watson asked.

"Yes." Selena spoke, bringing their attention to her. Her stare fixed on the woman, unwavering. "A little girl so far in the woods is a cause for concern, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Miss Watson let out a breath. "She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin like hers." She gestured to Selena. "She was around 8. She was a beautiful child. It was…odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible." Interrogation finished, the siblings left the hospital and went to the old woman's house to check it out. Selena stood outside, staring at the house with narrowed eyes while Dean and Sam were inside. She could hear them talking. She still couldn't gather why an old woman would stay out here on her own, where two people just stumbled upon her house. She tempts them with food and the husband dies while the wife kills the old woman by pushing her…and she cracks her head…on the stove. Her head tilted, thoughts going round and round in her head before Selena's eyes widened and she hurries into the house, following the sound of her brother's voice to the kitchen. Why didn't she see it before?

"Hansel and Gretal." She said. Dean and Sam looked at her. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Fairy tales." Dean gave them both a weird look. "Think about it, Dean. A guy and a girl hiking through the woods. An old lady tries to eat them. Hansel and Gretel. Then we got the three brothers arguing over how to build a house attacked by the Big Bad Wolf."

"The Three Little Pigs." Selena came to stand beside Dean.

"Yeah."

"You know, those guys were a little chubby. Well, wait, I thought all those things ended with everybody living happily ever after." Sam grabbed his jacket off the table, putting it on as Dean wandered over to the window.

"No, no. Not the originals. See, the Grimm Brothers' stuff was kind of like the folklore of its day-full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Then it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories."

"So, you think the murders are, what, a re-enactment?" Dean asked, doubt in his voice. "It's a little crazy."

"As crazy as what? Every day of our lives?"

"Touche." Dean walked back to the table, and they began to put away their equipment. "How's the creepy ghost girl involved?"

"Um, she must have been there for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site, too." Dean glanced at Sam.

"We got to do research now, don't we?" Sam gave him an amused look, shouldered the duffel bag, and walked out of the house. Selena smirked and trailed after him, hearing Dean's footsteps a few seconds later.

:It's quite disappointing to know that there isn't any werewolf but a human acting like a wolf.: Cheshire comments as they head to the Impala. :Makes it harder to suss him out though.:

'True.' Selena replied, getting in the car. 'Takes a bit of the thrill out of the hunt, but I bet he will taste delicious.' She ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling her hunger begin to grow. Cheshire chuckled, sensing her hunger.

:Indeed.:

Xxx

"So?" Sam asked once Dean had exited the library, and they walked across the street.

"Checked every record they had." Dean replied. "Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size. Do you want to know how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?"

"Zero."

"Zero. Do you want to know how many little girls with black hair be pale skin have gone missing? Right again. Zip, zilch, nada. Tell me you and Selena got something good, cause I've totally wasted the last six hours."

"Well, you ever hear of Lilian Bailey?" Sam asked. "She was a British medium from the 1930's."

"She got a thing for fairy tales?"

"No, trances. See, she'd go into these unconscious states where, um-get this-her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by the spirits."

"A ghost puppet master?"

"Yeah."

"You think that's what the kid is doing? Sending wolf boy and grandma into trances and making them go kill-crazy?"

"Could be. You know, kind of like spirit hypnosis or something."

"Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Sam heard a small croak from below and looked down. Stopping to see what had gotten Sam's attention, Dean and Selena followed his gaze and saw a toad sitting on the trail in front of them. It was admittedly a little odd, especially considering what they were just talking about.

"Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal" Sam retorted sarcastically. Selena's head tilted, gaze becoming attentive. She had a sudden urge to poke the toad.

"All right, maybe it is fairy tales-totally messed up fairy tales. But I'll tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog. Though Selena, if you-"

"Finish that sentence, Dean, and I will hurt you." Selena interrupts coolly. Sam looked up, a pumpkin on the porch of a nearby house attracting his eye. His brows knitted as it reminded him of another fairy tale. He tapped Dean's shoulder, gesturing to the house.

"Hey, check that out." Dean and Selena looked at it.

"Yeah, it's close to Halloween." Dean said. Selena understood what Sam was pointing out.

"Cinderella." Sam nodded.

"Yeah. The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses." As if telling Sam he was correct, a mouse scurried across the porch. Dean gave Sam a weird look.

"I expect Selena to know things like that, but, you? Come on, dude, can you be more gay?" Sam gained a 'what?' expression on his face. So what if he knows fairy tales? They were folk lore, so he had to know them. Besides, what kid didn't know them? Dean shook his head. "Dont answer that." Going on a hunch, the siblings went over to the house and picked the lock. Selena could pick up the sounds of a heartbeat inside and when they entered the house, the scent of pain, tears, panic, and blood came to her nose. "Oh, who knows? Maybe you'll find your fairy godmother." Dean smirked at Sam, who shook his head but didn't comment. Splitting up, the three split up to check the house when they heard a rattle coming from far in the house. Taking out their weapons, the siblings cautiously went to the dining room and located the sound to have come from the kitchen.

"Help! I'm in here!" A woman's voice cried out. Entering the kitchen, they saw a blond-haired woman sitting on the floor, handcuffed to a drawer.

"Hey. Hi. It's okay. We're here. We got you." Sam assured her, kneeling down and taking out his lock picking tools to uncuff her.

"You have to help me. She's a lunatic."

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"My stepmom-she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me, chained me up." Selena felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up and looked behind her to see a pale skinned, black-haired child peeking at them from behind a wall. She tapped Dean on the shoulder and subtly gestured to the child. He looked at the child and tensed, not taking his eyes off her as he called for his brother.

"Sam." Sam looked up and saw the child. The little girl then walked off. Dean stood up and followed her, finding her standing in the entrance to the living room. She walked off again, seeming to want Dean to follow. Dean went into the living room and found the girl nowhere to be seen. Hearing the floor creak behind him, he turned and saw the little girl standing there.

*Who are you?" He asked. The little girl didn't respond, then she flickered and soon disappeared, leaving behind an apple on the floor. Dean picked it up, turning it over in his hand. Why would the spirit leave this behind? He heard footsteps and looked over to see Selena coming into the room. She looked at him then the apple and back at him, raising a brow. Feeling the curious stare, Dean could only shrug, having no answer for her.

*TIME SKIP*

Selena examined the apple, turning it over in her hands as she and Dean stood outside the house beside the Impala while Sam waited with Cinderella for the paramedics. She already had an idea on what fairy tale the girl was supposed to be representing.

"Skin as pale as snow, and hair as black as ebony…" She uttered. "What a tragic fate for one so young as she." Dean heard her words and looked at her.

"What do you mean?" Selena didn't reply and handed the apple back to Dean. They both looked over as Sam approached.

"Paramedics picked up Cinderella." Sam announced.

"That's good." Dean said.

"Yeah." Dean threw the apple to Sam.

"So, little girl, shiny red apple. Selena said something about snow white skin and ebony hair, and also something about a tragic fate. That mean something to you, Fairy-tale boy?"

"I think it's Snow White."

"Snow White?" Dean smirked. "Oh, I saw that movie. Oh, the porn version, anyways. There was this wicked stepmother-she was wicked."

"There was a wicked stepmother," Sam said dryly. " And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple."

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?*

*No. Puts her in a deep sleep-so deep, it's almost like she's dead." Sam threw the apple back to Dean. Looks like they were heading back to the hospital. The three piled into the car and drove to the hospital. They asked a nurse if there were any comatose little girls and the lady went off to check. A few minutes later, she came back with a regretful face.

"No. Sorry. We don' have any comatose little girls." She told them.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Totally. It's mostly old guys, and well, Callie. She's been around since before I started here."

"Callie?"

"Yeah. It's so sad. Poor Dr. Garrison-he just won't give up on her."

"Was Callie one of his patients?"

"No, his daughter." The siblings glanced at each other, then Sam asked the nurse where Cassie's room was. She told him and they headed to the room. When they got there, they saw Dr. Garrison sitting by the bed of a definitely not 8-year-old Callie, reading The Brothers' Grimm Tales. Red Riding Hood, if Selena concluded.

:You were right. If the "Wolf" mauled the little pigs, I can't help but feel sorry for the person who'll end up playing the role of 'Grandmother': Cheshire said, a sliver of pity in her voice.

'Hopefully, she and red riding hood will live.' Selena said, eyes on Callie. She's heard that a person in a coma could hear when people talk to them. It would seem that she heard true.

:Parents say they want to shield their children from the horrors of the world, but even they seem to ignore their own words.: Selena refrained from snorting at the truth in the feline's words. Dr. Garrison soon noticed he had an audience and marked his page before closing the book and standing up.

"Detectives, can I help you?" He asked, walking around the bed and stopping in front of them.

"We just heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean revealed.

"And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam added.

"Well, uh, thank you. If you'll excuse me." Dr. Garrison moved past them, but the siblings moved with him.

"Oh, we're heading this way." Dean explained when the doctor looked at him. "We'll walk with you." The four began to walk. "How long has Callie been like that?"

"We don't mean to intrude. We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for seeing her like this." Dr. Garrison's awkwardness melted away slightly at Sam's words.

"Yeah, it's not easy." He admitted. "She's, uh, been here since she was 8 years old."

"That's when she was poisoned?"

"Yeah. Swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, brought her to the E.R. here, and I was on call."

"Your wife was, uh-was that Callie's stepmother?" Dr. Garrison gave Dean a confused look as they stopped walking.

"Actually yes. How'd you know that?" Dean, realizing his mistake, quickly came up with a lie.

"Lucky guess."

"Well, Julie was the only mother that Callie ever knew." His voice grew somber as he continued talking. "My wife passed away last year, and, uh, it's just my daughter and me now." There was a beat of silence, then Dr. Garrison cleared his throat. "Um, excuse me. I've got to get back to work."

"Yeah." The siblings watched Dr. Garrison wander off. They turned, heading back towards the entrance.

Xxx

Nathan glanced at his phone on the bed of the hotel room he was in. This was the tenth time he had looked at it, waiting for an unknown number to flash across the screen. Waiting for her to call. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. God, he was acting like he was in high school again. So what if she didn't call? At least she let him know beforehand that she probably wouldn't be able to make their…Their what? Their coffee date? It wasn't a date. It was just a casual meeting between two acquaintances. He took out his wallet and opened it, taking out the small picture of Chessur he had taken when they first met. She was staring off into space, form standing out yet looking oddly fitting against the background of the trees. It's was one of the things that caught his interest in the first place. Don't get him wrong, Chessur was beautiful. If she knew about the picture he took, she wouldn't be happy. He already suffered through the teasing of his friend when he found him staring at her pictures. Placing the picture back, he put away his wallet and stood up. He better get started on packing.