"Stay with me, Joe." A woman with curly brunette hair pleaded, turning back to look at the man lying in the back seat. He had his hand over a wound in his chest, blood seeping through it, "Keep pressure on it, we'll be at the hospital soon."

Joe didn't look in good shape. He was pale and his breathing was getting more and more labored.

"How the Hell did he even find us?" The woman asked aloud to herself, making a sharp turn nearly hitting another car. "Come on!" She shouted honking the horn.

"Carrie…" Joe rasped.

"Save your strength, baby." Caroline urged, "Just keep putting pressure." She found a way around the car and drove around it, then turned her heard to check on her boyfriend, before turning back around.

"Carrie…" Joe rasped, barely audible, "Carrie…." Then he closed his eyes, letting out a shuttering breath, then went still.

Caroline noticed the sudden quiet. "Joe?" She asked, turning around to see him lying completely still. Not breathing. "Joe!" She shouted, alarmed and distraught, nearly running into the oncoming lane of traffic, before angry honk caused to her put her eyes back on the road and swerve back, pulling to the curb. She put the car into park, ran to the back seat, desperately looking for a pulse. "Joe, Joe?! Joey, please! "She started desperately trying to preform CPR, "Please, Joey, don't do this! Joe, Joe, Joe, Joey, Joe, don't leave, please don't leave! Joe!"

This went one for fifteen minutes before she had accepted that Joe was gone.

In shock, she got back into the driver's seat and just sat there. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. All she could do was sit there.

By the time Caroline got to the no tell motel they had been staying at with Joe's body, it hit her and she was crying so hard she could barely see. She managed to get the body inside without anyone seeing it, putting in on the bed. She cleaned it as best she could, washing off the blood and putting on one of his other shirts, the white lien one, hiding the ugly wound, before wrapping it in tatty blue bedspread. She wished she had something better. He deserved better. He had deserved better than a broken woman with psychopath on her tail, too, but here they were.

She then went to the bathroom washing out as much blood as she could, grabbing a bottle of sleeping pills she had left on the counter and wrote out a note, folding it and placing it on Joe's body. "I'm sorry." She told him, "He'll come for me too, now. He can't have me, not after he's taken so much. I have to act fast. See you soon."

She drove out to Brookland Bridge, which was somehow deserted. Parking it out the side she tossed in a handful of sleeping pills, then got stepped out of the car, filling her pockets with stones before climbing up on the edge waiting for the pills to take effect. She stood there, starring out into the dark water. That was when she heard it.

"Wait. Don't."

Caroline turned her face upward staring up at the sky. "What-"

It all started when Sam put the kids down for their nap, and step back out of the room to find Hannah standing there, visibly shaking.

"What are you doing up?" Sam questioned, "You're not supposed to be up on your feet if it's not completely necessary." Dr. Robert had stopped short of putting Hannah on bed rest, but he had been very clear that she could keep all strenuous activity to minimum.

"Wow." The woman said, suddenly, "I'm sorry, it's just—this is my first time really getting a good look at you. I mean, I've seen you before but—face to is something different."

Suddenly Sam realized that wasn't Hannah. "Caroline?"

She nodded. "Don't worry, we think the baby will be fine so long as we're quick about this, so she's put a limit of five minutes on this, so we need to be fast. I need to talk to you. Look, I don't think I'm going to come out this thing alive, this pregnancy. That's fine. I'm fine with that. But before I go—I have some unfinished business. I can't do it, because shot gun rider, Hannah can't do it because pregnant and basically brought down to normal at this point, that leaves you so—do me a favor? I hate to play this car but before I answer keep in mind, I was basically the one who talked your wife into admitting her feelings for you in the first place."

"Fair enough, so, what do you need?" Sam asked, thought this felt weird even for them.

"I need you to kill someone for me." Caroline declared firmly.

"What?" Sam balked, taken aback.

"It's not as bad as it sounds." Caroline told him, "You'd be taking out a monster. This man has robbed and murdered and tortured, and left a trail of heartache in his wake…"

"Caroline, Caroline, back up for a moment." Sam told her, "Why don't you start up with why you want this person dead?"

"Because he killed the love of my life." Caroline answered, "Because turning me into a criminal wasn't enough." After a beat she elaborated in further detail, "Look, when I was eighteen, I met this guy named Oliver Must. He was two years older than me and at first he was nice, funny, and I wasn't exactly in a good place at the time, it was my first real time away from home, my parents had died in car crash the year before and I was still grieving and he made me feel –good again, at first. Then he started changing, he got mean, territorial, possessive, have these scary , violent adult temper tantrums if I went out without him knowing where I was or if I was longer then I was supposed to be, isolated me from friends, co-workers, teachers, the cusion who took me in after the accident—except when he needed me to get money from my trust fund because she was in charge of it 'till I turned twenty one—my parents, you see, they left me a lot of money. You might see where this is going." She paused to collect herself. She knew she didn't have much time. "Anyway, after a real bad night I finally told him to get out and he did not take it well, next thing I know he's holding a gun to my and he's forcing me into his car. That began my six years in Hell."

"What about your cusion?" Sam asked, horrified at what he was hearing, "Didn't she report you missing?"

"Oliver made me call and tell her that I left him but was staying underground for a while to shake him, so I couldn't tell her where I was." Caroline answered. "After that he'd have me send a post card every few weeks to keep her from getting suspicious, letters, calls when he wanted me to get money. A gun to your head makes you a pretty good actress." She had to pause a moment then she added, "The twisted thing is by the end of it he didn't even need the gun anymore. Hell, when he finally let me go, I begged to stay. But the money ran out and we had a close call with the cops. He said they were looking for two people so we should split up. I don't know why he just didn't—" She made a slit throat motion with her finger, "I guess he knew by that point I was all Stockholmed up and wouldn't say anything. Plus, by that point I had been his accomplice in about two dozen scams."

"I'm not seeing that you had a choice." Sam told her, fighting back a shudder at not only what she was telling him, but probably what she was leaving out.

"Yeah, well, at that point I was too screwed up to realize that." Caroline told him, "It took me years before I came to terms with the reality of the situation. And then I met Joe and suddenly –it was like there like there was light in my world again. We were—in the same line of work, so it's not like he was a saint, even in the original version of a term, but he was sweet. We were happy. And then—Oliver found out about us, somehow. First, he got my number, started leaving threatening messages, saying that we going to pay for this, that I belonged to him. That he was going to kill us both. And those were some of the nicer ones. We switched phones, stopped the grift we were working before the pay day even came in, and for few weeks that was the end of that. Then we were in New York, walking down the streets and –out of nowhere jumps Oliver and shoots Joe. We barely got away, but—I couldn't make it to the hospital in time. "She took a minute to pull herself together, then finished, "I cleaned up his body, left a note asking them to give the body to his mother, and went to the Brooklyn Bridge. I think you know what happened next."

"That's where Hannah found you." Sam guessed.

Caroline nodded. "So, will you help me?" Just then, Hannah's cell phone started to ring to ring. She looked at the ID. "Ah, Sam," She said, holding it out for him to see, "Do you know this number?"

"That's Rawls' private phone." Sam began, "How did he even get your—her- "

"It's hers." Caroline said before handing the wheel over back to Hannah, who fell against the doorway before answering the call, "Hello?

"Hannah, it's Rawls." He explained, "Serena Joy gave me your number—"

"And I'm still peeved at you for what you did!" Serena Joy called out in the background.

"Well it's a good thing I did, didn't I ?!" Rawls shouted back.

"Did what?" Hannah asked, a pit forming inside her.

"Look, I'm going to need you not to freak out, okay?" Rawls began, "I know who you really are. I know why you needed a fake identity to get married. I didn't say anything, because, well, you didn't give me much reason to be suspicious and I figured you were trying to go straight—but at the same time I was worried you might be doing some kind of grift on Sam, so I had all your known aliases flagged—"

"How—" Hannah began.

"Hannah, please just listen, "Rawls began urgently, "Two days ago, someone in in Union City, Tennessee was asking about an Alanis Jinkins. Said he was PI."

That pit got tighter. Hannah had borrowed that aliases while looking for a rouge angel, but it turned to be hoax. In Union City, Tennessee.

After getting her job she started paying for everything cash, but she often used Caroline's aliases when claiming to be state police, or a reporter, or whatever she was misrepresenting herself as, because well, they were already there. Now she was starting to think that was a mistake.

"A week before that, a cop was looking a Cindy Snyderson in Lanercost Missouri." Rawls continued, "And Erica Carroll in Pennsylvania, and Alice Palmer in Georgia—"

Alice Palmer? Caroline balked inside Hannah's head, You used the alias I specifically told you not to?

"You hadn't told me that yet when I used it." Hannah protested.

"What?" Rawls responded, thinking he was talking to him and confused.

"Sorry," Hannah apologized, "Rawls, do you know if it's all the same person?"

"I don't know for sure, but I think it might be." Rawls responded, "The point is, somebody's coming after you, you need to look out."

"Thank you." Hannah told him sincerely, "I have to go, I need to tell Sam what's going." With that she hung up. "Sam, I am so sorry, I had no clue she was going to ask you to do that, I was learning a lot of that along with you actually—but I think she might have, had really good timing."

"He was bit older, but, yeah, it could be him." A woman in a Lowe's uniform said, standing in the doorway of her apartment, "I didn't like the guy to be honest. Something about him just—sent off warning singles, you know? That reporter, uh, is she okay?"

"We don't know yet." Sam downplayed, "Did he leave a card or anyway to contact him?"

"Yeah, he gave me his card." The woman said, "I still have it, give me a second." She turned around, hurrying back inside.

"Well that does it." Sam declared, "This is Must." He rubbed his face. When he worried about their pasts endangering their family, this was not something that occurred to him. His phone pinged, and he quickly checked it.

"That Hannah?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, and Eileen." Sam confirmed, "I asked them both to check in regularly."

Since Sam and Charlie couldn't be two places at once, Sam called in some favors with the hunters he thought he could trust with this and handed out a few. Tova had been in Mexico When Sam called and took Georgia, Freddy was in Lanercost, Charlie asked Cal to go to Penylsvia no questions asked, Jody and Donna were looking at Joe's murder in New York, and since he was worried that somehow Oliver might find the bunker, he asked Eileen to stay with Hannah and the kids.

"Sam, you don't think that's a bit extreme?" Charlie asked.

"There's a woman - beating murderous psychopath looking for my wife because he thinks she's the woman who he believes to be his property." Sam recapped, "I don't think I'm being extreme enough." Just then the phone went off. "Hey, Jody, please tell me you have news."

"I got good news and bad news." Jody told him, "The bad news is, Caroline majorly wrecked any case against Oliver when she cleaned up the body. No witnesses, contaminated blood, DNA and fingerprints. The good news is, we did some digging and I think I have a lead of where your guy might be now. I'm texting you the information and we'll meet you there."

"Sure thing." Sam agreed, "At this rate I'm going to need all the help I can get." Then he hung up, looking at the location.

Just then the woman reappeared in the doorway, handing Sam a small paper card. "I hope this helps."

"Thanks." Sam responded, taking.

Back in Lebanon, Hannah was spreading peanut butter onto bread, trying to steady herself.

"I really wish you would let me help you." Eileen pleaded, trying to get a jar of jam from the cabinet.

"No, I need to do to this." Hannah said, reaching for the same jar, or so she thought, "I need to do something to get my mind off this."

Aside from being worried about Sam going up against a dangerous criminal who had already killed two people, not to mention Charlie, she was also processing everything she had just learned about Caroline's past, because she had never learned anything about it herself up until then. In the last few years the pair had come to sort of easy commensalism: Caroline let Hannah used her body to go about her business, whatever it was, and Hannah left Caroline alone, likely reliving her better memories, if some of the exceptions to this rule were any indication. While Hannah knew the woman had experienced pain, she had never imagined the extent of the trauma.

She was so distracted, she started towards the wrong jar in the cabinet, when a voice in her head said, you know you're about to put vanilla almond butter on top of peanut butter, right?

Hannah froze, pulling her hand back. "Caroline?"

Eileen nearly opened her mouth to inquire what was going on, then she realized what was happening.

I'm sorry. Caroline began, I didn't think you would take it this hard. If anything, I'd thought you'd be pissed at me over what I asked Sam to do. When she had made her request for face time with Sam, she had left out the little tad bit of wanting to ask him to murder someone.

"Oh, when the shock from this wears off, I likely will be." Hannah told her.

"Mommy?" A voice called out, "Who you talking to?"

Both women whirled around to see Dean standing in the doorway, looking almost worried. Which if you saw your mother talking to herself, even if you were just four, it probably would be a bit worrying.

"Just Eileen, little one." Hannah covered quickly, slapping on a smile and trying to pull herself together, "Lunch will be ready in few minutes, go play with Cas and the girls."

Dean saw thought the fake smile. "Why are you sad? Do you miss Daddy?" He knew when Daddy to go on a trip he got sad.

"Yes." Hannah decided to say, because it was at least partially true and Dean didn't need to know the rest of it. He was too young. Suddenly before she could stop herself, tears were welling up in her eyes.

The little boy walked towards his mother, wrapping his arms around her legs. "It's okay, Mommy. He'll be back."

Hannah wiped her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm down holding her son for dear life, when suddenly there was a knock in the door.

Eileen went up the stairs to the door, a gun behind her back, and opened the door, revealing Abigail who seemed surprised to see her. "You're Sam's friend, right?" Abigail quickly regained her composure, "Or his friend's friend?"

"Yeah." Eileen said, folding her arms, "What do you want?"

"I was in the aera, visiting an old friend's step daughter." Abigail told her, "I thought I should check in. Are, uh, are Sam and Hannah here?"

"Sam had to , uh, run an errand , you could say." Hannah said, coming up the stairs.

"Hannah, don't." Eileen said, putting her arms out, "You shouldn't be climbing in your condition. I can slam the door on her myself."

"I'm pregnant not an invalid." Hannah told her, still walking up, "And that won't be necessary." Now really wasn't a good time for company, and even thought she had forgiven Abigail, she wasn't sure she trusted her, this was the woman who had told Sam to either let her die or abandon her and take their children, after all, but she had obviously come here for a reason. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes, thank you." Abigail answered, then paused. With Sam gone, a long flight of stairs between Hannah and safety, she could do it now. She could take her. She could push Eileen over the railing, grab her and be gone. She almost reached out and grabbed her, but then looked at the road and realized she would have to drag a struggle unwilling woman down until she got to where she had hidden the Winnebago without anyone noticing and intervening or calling the cops. And getting Eileen out of the picture likely wouldn't be that simple, considering the woman's vocation. And with the boys no doubt in the bunker she wasn't likely to trick Hannah into coming to Winnebago with her willingly, not without the kids in tow at least. She was going to have stick to the plan.

Abigail and Jacob walked into an office of sorts, where a man with thick, smooth white hair was waiting for them, dressed in a suit with a dark blue tie. He looked up when the pair walked in the room. "Jacob," He began, "This is her?'

"Yes, Sir." Jacob confirmed, "Gail Shaw, meet my father, Monroe Style."

"Sit down." Monroe told them both, "Tell me more about this Nephilim. Now, from what Jacob told me, the mother in this case is the angel?"

And so, Abigail told him the whole story. Monroe seemed a little too hung up on one detail for Abigail's comfort.

"A female angel that can conceive and carry the child…" Monroe mused, considering the possibilities.

"She can't be allowed to live." Abigail spoke up, "She'll ruin the girl. And once she recovers, keeping her contained would be like trying to keep a crocodile or chimpanzee as a house pet. "

"No, no, of course." Monroe agreed, "We'll do anyway with the messenger and when she's old up enough, the Nephilim will marry one of our boys and pass her powers down to their children."

Abigail got a sick feeling in her stomach. They were talking about the child like nothing more than prime breeding stock.

Sensing her apprehension, Monroe said, "She would be well cared for, of course. We'll adopt her, she'll be part of the family, she'll want for nothing. In fact," he leaned in, "She's going to need a governess."

Picking up to the implication, Abigail asked, "Are you offering the position?"

"You do have experience with the species." Monroe reasoned, "But first, how close do you think you can get to the biological parents?"

"Look, I understand if this is a bad time," Abigail began, "But—can I come for a little bit? I mean, at least let me help you back down the stairs."

Meanwhile, Sam was behind the wheel of the Impala was Charlie was in the shotgun seat, looking through all the trail Jody and Donna had gathered.

"Wow." Charlie was saying, impressed, "How did they—put this all together?"

"Well they are actually cops." Sam pointed out. It was part of his logic of asking them to take New York. He figured it would at least get their foot in the door.

Charlie hit serval buttons on her lap top. "Hey, take a look at look at this."

Sam pulled over, looking at one of the pictures Jody had sent of a man going by the name of Lester King, who three women in Utah were claiming were taking advantage of their elderly mother and keeping her away of them. "I removed the facial hair, changed the hair style, and eye color, looks a lot like Oliver's mugshot only older, doesn't it? And speaking of which—" She pulled up an almost identical picture, "This an age progression I did of Oliver's '04 mugshot from when he and Caroline were arrested in Sacramento. Look familiar?"

"This—this could really be him." Sam said in disbelief. "But why…."

"Maybe he's using the old lady's money to fund his search." Charlie speculated, "Think you could send these to Hannah, see if Caroline recognizes him?

At the bunker, the kids had been fed a lunch of peanut butter and plum jam sandwiches, and Hannah was explaining the situation to Abigail. Abigail sat there, thoughtful for a moment, before she asked, "And you—you had no clue about any of this?"

"No." Hannah confirmed, "She never told me, not that we talk that much. I mean, she's managed to reach out, she's even helped me with a couple of—problems, and she told me once she had a man she loved who died, but—she's never gone into detail, and I never really pushed. I mostly just leave her alone."

That was Eileen spoke up. "Can I ask you two something, probably personal. How do you make a marriage work when your body's not your body, it's just a rental?"

"Caroline's always been okay with the relationship." Hannah justified, "Even encouraged it."

"Mine was bit more complicated." Abigail told them, closing her eyes a moment. If she wanted to gain their trust, she had to do this. "PJ's a friend of mine. Since childhood actually. When I left for school, he actually followed me out there, got a job as the same flower shop as me." After beat, she added, "Not in a creepy way, of course. Anyway, I don't know how much Tabbris told you, if anything, but my roommate's best friend was doing a report and she found this—Coptic summoning ritual at the library while we were doing research, and we were a dumb bunch of kids, so, we decided to try it, see what happens, PJ came along for the ride. So, we got together, preform the ritual, then sudden—PJ starts arguing with someone, but it's not any of us. I actually, thought he was drunk for a minute. Next thing anyone us knows— "Her eyes darted down, then up again, "And to this day I remember it, exactly, PJ says, 'alright come on then' then PJ wasn't PJ anymore." Another pause. "Even with everything that came after, it was the weirdest night of our lives. We never really talked about it after, and honestly, I was starting to think we made the whole thing up, some or short of shared delusion or something, when one day I'm walking to work and I heard wing beats. You can probably figure out what happened after that." There was another paused, as she began overcome with emotions. She wanted to stop talking, but for some reason she couldn't. Besides, if she was going to gain her trust, maybe she needed to bare all. "The thing you need to know about PJ is –he's got issues. His childhood was like a bad gothic misery lit, and, probably because of that, I'm no shrink he couldn't really—connect with people, like—like you suppose. I was the exception; I don't know why. I remember one night, months after the summoning he got really drunk and I had to put him to bed, and he told just before he passed out, he couldn't love. I don't know if that's true or not. I guess he thought that if he couldn't have a functioning relationship, he'd help me have my secret supernatural romance, if that made me happy. Ever since then he's been Tabbris'—channeler, I guess you call it, on and off, whenever he needed. "She was silent for a moment before shaking her head. "Ga, now that I hear out loud, the whole thing sounds so demented."

"Not demented, just— "Hannah began, searching for the right word, "Honestly, I don't know what to do with that."

"And I don't know what to do with your—situation." Abigail countered they were silent for a moment, the switched topics, "You know, as long as we're on the subject how this rental thing work with Nephilim? I like the term Eileen here came up with, rental."

"They have their own bodies." Hannah responded, confused by the question, "They don't need a host, you should know that."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Abigail informed her, "I mean the angel's the parents, but they don't have the—you know DNA material, not on their own at least. So, does the baby like have two daddies, or in this case, "She gestured up and down to Hannah, "Two mommies? Tabbris told me even angels weren't sure of how it works, but that was long a time ago. Do they—did they ever figure that out?"

"It hasn't exactly been high on the priority list." Hannah responded, "When process someone we invade all of them that's why the—you know—is ours. Apart from that, nobody really knows. At least I think so. I mean before I got pregnant, I only knew the basics about Nephilim." Just then Hannah's phone pinged, alerting her to a text.

"That Sam?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah," Hannah confirmed, staring at the text, "He sent me an age picture of man they think might be Oliver and some age progressions Charlie did, wanted to see if it looked like him—ah!" Suddenly there was an almost inhuman screaming in her head and it actually felt like someone was pounding her skull. She began clutching her forehead.

"Hannah, what is it, what's wrong?!" Abigail demanded, genuinely scared, jumping up and coming to the angel's side, along with Eileen.

"It's Caroline." Hannah got out, "She's—she's flipping out."

"I think we should take that a yes," Abigail responded, helping Hannah up, "Come on. Eileen, can handle this, you just tell Sam's what going on."

"That can wait." Eileen insisted. She still didn't trust Eileen as far as she could throw her.

They walked out of the room Abigail tried to reach the human inside. "This really isn't helping, you know."

That didn't help either, episode went on for fifteen more minutes, before they were finally about to calm Caroline down, but Hannah was left drained. "She's…she's stopped. I won't say she's fine, but…she's calmed down somewhat." Then she texted Sam, giving him the affirmative.
"And you?" Abigail and Eileen asked at the same time, concerned.

"I—I think I need to lie down, for a few minutes." Hannah admitted, trying to stand up.

Abigail took her by the wrist helping her up and throwing her over her shoulder. "Come on, tell where you bed down."

"She was like an animal." Hannah mused as they went down the hall, processing what just happened, "She's never—she's never done anything like that again."

"Well, in all fairness, from what you've told me this SOB basically ruined her life." Abigail reasoned, carrying her towards the bedroom, "Twice."

"You can't really expect her to have a clam, rational reaction to seeing him." Eileen pointed out, carrying Hannah from the other side.

They reached the bedroom and lowered Hannah down on the bed with tender care. "There you go." Abigail soothed, gently brushing the angel's bangs out of her eyes.

"Do you think…do you think…" Hannah began, clutching her belly.

"I don't know," Abigail admitted urgently, "Is your doctor's number in your phone?"

Hannah nodded.

"Alright, so, I'll call him, he'll check you out and you we're figure this out, and then I'm reading Sam the riot act for leaving you alone near the end of the difficult pregnancy, even if it was for a worthy cause." Abigail soothed.

"It's not as bad as that." Hannah defended Sam, " Eileen's here and people have been checking in…" And with that she lost consciousness.

So, that ruled out trying to take her while she was unconscious even if she wasn't genuinely worried about the baby.

"I'll stay with her, just go." Eileen said urgently, putting her distrust of Abigail aide for the moment.

"Thanks." Abigail said, before running off to where they left Hannah's phone.

"She what?!" Sam balked, off to the side as Charlie, Jody and Donna watched, Serena Joy giving him a rundown of what had occurred.

"She's asleep." Serena Joy told him, "Has been since it happened. Now, it doesn't appear she's hurt, and it doesn't appear the baby's hurt. Abigail and Eileen helping Dr. Robert, Reason and Magda are keeping the kids distracted by teaching them how to can, and none of us are leaving until we know for sure she's okay." Especially since me and Rawls aren't exactly on speaking terms right now. "I'll let you know the nanosecond I have news."

Sam exhaled. "Thank you. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Just get this guy." Serena Joy told him, "Okay?"

"Okay." Sam agreed, before hanging up and walking back to the group.

"How is she?" Jody asked.

"She's been asleep all day." Sam told them, "Apparently Caroline had a bag reaction to the photos." He rubbed his face wearily.

"Sam," Jody began, "Do you need to go home?"

"No," Sam said, running through his hair, "This guy is a danger to everyone around him and possibly a threat to my family specifically. Plus, I owe Caroline. I need to see this through."

"Okay then." Jody said, "'Lester' apparently lives with his mark most of the time, but he also keeps a place here. First floor, right over there." Taking out her gun and readying herself in a professional fashion, she added, "I say we go see what he's got in there."

Jody took the lead, followed by Sam, then Charlie, then Donna, hurrying up to the door, knocking on it. "Lester King this is the police, you need to open up." The demand was met with silence. "Lester King!" Again, silence. "Okay, one , two…"

Sam and Jody kicked the door open, entering an innocuous looking beige living room.

"This doesn't look like living room of a murderous, brain washing, eldering robbing psychopath." Charlie noted, suddenly unsure they had the right place.

"He's got to have left something somewhere." Sam declared, and with that they began to search the house.

Meanwhile in Lebanon, Hannah slowly opened her eyes, momentarily blinded by the light. She looked around the room and has Abigail sitting at the foot of the bed instantly jumping up when she saw Hannah was awake. "How are you feeling? Do you remember what happen?"

"Yes," Hannah began trying to sit up, only for Abigail to stop her.

"Don't –don't try to get up." Abigail ordered, "Just lay back."

"How-how long was I out for?" Hannah asked.

"About a day, give or take." Abigail admitted, "But don't worry, the others are with the kids, we've been taking shifts, everything' fine, everything's being taken care of, just—lay back, I'll get Eileen and we're get the doctor." With that she ran out of the room.

First she went to the kitchen, where Serena Joy was stirring a bowel, the kids hovering around her, while Reason stood back just letting her do her thing, since it seemed to be working. Seeing Abigail poke her head, Reason quickly hurried over to her , nodding for Serena Joy to keep going.

"She's up." Abigail whispered, then her eyes darting around the room asked, "So, uh, where's Eileen?"

"She and Magda slipped off to stacks, hopping they could find something." Reason whispered back, "Come on."

Eileen pulled yet another book off the shelf and sat it down. "Any luck on your end?"

Looking up first to make sure Eileen could see lips, Magda, answered, "No." Then, seeing the others entered the room said, "Something's happened."

Eileen whirled around as they walked in. "Good news." Abigail began, "She's up."

Eileen let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God. I'll go check on her again you call Dr. Robert."

"Alright," Abigail agreed, going to where they had left Hannah's phone, as none of them actually had the number.

Abigail was alone when went to get the phone. She was going through the saved number when her own phone went off. Thinking it could be Jacob or another one of her new found allies, she checked her phone and saw it was Stacy, the stepdaughter of Abigail's college roommate, one of the girl's involved in the ceremony. She hadn't been lying about going to see her, because she lived in the aera, just outside of Lawrence, by sheer happenstance,, even though they didn't know everything about each other's lives they had kept in touch, and Abigail didn't want to bring Melanie along, she hadn't convinced the Styenes that physic hadn't outlived her usefulness, and in addition to being in the aera, Stacy lived in an somewhat isolated aera and while sweet, was gullible. Even Abigail couldn't believe Stacy had bought the story about Melanie being a friend she was helping kick a drug habit. Abigail picked up the phone, trying to stay calm, "Hey, Stacy."

"Abigail, I think your friend needs to go to the hospital." Stacy declared, urgently, "She came to a couple of hours ago, and she started just—going crazy, the things she was saying wasn't making sense, she nearly knocked over GoGo's tertium." She nervously looked over to a class case containing a dark-colored alligator monitor who was rather unhappy at the moment. "I know buddy, I know." Then addressing Abigail said, "Do you realize how dangerous that could've been? He's a sweetie, but he's still an animal and has highly deadly bacteria in his mouth." In the back ground, banging and the sound of someone demanding to be let out, "I got her locked in the bathroom now and she's tearing it apart in there."

"Stacy, Stacy, clam down." Abigail urged, "You don't need to take her to the hospital. I told you, the withdrawals are causing her to hallucinate. That's why she wanted to be under, she just doesn't remember. Just—give her another does of Haldol, it'll be fine. No need to get anyone else involved." If Melanie got her barrings enough, she could leave enough details out to actually get out.

Stacy looked at the bathroom, where the sounds of something being thrown and shattered could be heard. "How?"

"Just let her tire herself out, then do it." Abigail reasoned, then hearing what was going on in the background, added, "On second thought, do you still have that cattle prod?"

Back in Utah, the group came up empty in the living room, but when they search the kitchen, Charlie found a leather-covered box under the sink, secured with a pad lock, "I found something."

Everyone came over as Charlie as it on the counter and pulled out a set of lock picks. She worked the lock until it opened, and she lifted the top revealing of pile of driver's licenses with different names, and pictures of man who at first glance, looked different. "Johnny Holder, Nathan Links, Jobi Taggert…oh, look at this one, Joseph Mills."

"Don't look at me, I don't know this person." Jody declared, "Donna, take that from her, make sure it's secured properly. If we can't get him Joe's murder, maybe someone somewhere can get him for one of the crimes he's committed using these. Maybe more than one. We can maybe put him away for life, if he's multiple sentences."

"Here we go." Donna commented, carefully taking the box from Charlie and securing it in an honest to God evidence bag.

Going over to the counter, Jody saw several withdrawal forms and money orders. "Lorelei Banks." Jody read, "The same woman who's daughters are taking to court. We also got some legal documents and credit cards in a bunch of names. Might have him for credit card fraud."

After that they didn't find anything of value until they hit the bedroom. The bed side table has two drawers. Sam opened one and saw a stack of pictures, topped with a carton of cigarettes. "Virginia Slims." Sam read, showing Charlie them, "This is Caroline's brand."

"How do you know that?" Donna asked, still feeling out the situation she only recently learned of.

"I think Hannah found them in her blazer a couple years back." Jody explained.

Looking through the pictures with the others, Donna asked, "Sam, has Caroline ever died her hair blonde?"

Remembering what Hannah once told him about Caroline's memory he said, "Yeah, I think so. Why?"

Donna held up a picture of a woman with straightened blonde hair in a dark coat, walking down the street. It only got her profile, but could easily be her.

"I got another one." Jody declared, holding up a photo of a woman in her mid to late twenties with short red hair, adjusting a manikin in a shop window. That was definitely Caroline. Grabbing one closer to the bottom of Caroline in a server uniform with her hair it's natural color, but longer, and on a hunch, looked at the back. "2005. He was stalking her since at least a year after he let her go."

Charlie picked one up and froze.

"What?" Sam asked, afraid of the answer.

"Sam, look." Charlie said, holding out of picture, of a woman dressed light brown colored shirt, dark gray or maybe brown shirts, gray blazer and pants rolled at the ankles, looking apprehensive in front of a busy intersection. "This was taken early 2014."

Sam's heart clinched in panic for both women.

"Sam," Jody began, realizing what was going on, "Sam, look at me. Sam, that's the last picture, and there's a huge gap of time in between this picture in the last picture of Caroline. Except for this he lost track of her after Hannah took up residency. And we are locking this guy up and throw anyway key. They're all safe."

Sam got his barrings back together and said, "These should probably be bagged as evidence."

While that was being done, Charlie was looking in the closest, "Sam, take a look at this." She took a black back pack out of the closet, which was half open. She sat it down and pulled out white colored rope, black dup takes, gloves, a gun. "It looks like some sort of kidnap murder kit." What if there were more murder than they realized?

Just there was movement from the living room. "What the Hell?!"

Exchanging looks and nodding, Sam and the woman jumped out, guns drawn. "Police, hands in the air."

Alarmed, but sure of a way out, Oliver Must, raised his hand, along with a dark haired young woman haired young woman who looked bewildered.

"Who are you?" Charlie asked.

"Emma Hoffman." The woman answered in a shaky voice.

Lorelei's granddaughter. Donna mouthed.

"I just thought if I could talk with him, he would leave us alone." Emma stammered, as Oliver took several steps back.

"Stop moving." Sam ordered, pointing his gun at him, "Down on the ground."

"Okay, okay," Oliver said, lowering himself to the ground.

While the women kept their guns on the man, Sam went over and began to cuff him "Oliver Must, you're under arrest for abduction and false imprisonment of Caroline Johnson, the murder of Joe Johnson, no relation, and whole lot of other things. You have the right to remain silent, anything you can say can be used against you in a court of law…"

That's when things started to go wrong. Oliver started to fight, kicking and somehow managing to kick Sam in the shin. Sam kept hold and tried to pin them down, and Jody fired a warning shot. When that didn't work she fired another, but that one missed and Oliver pulled his own gun from the back, managing to get to his feet and grab Emma, who let out a frighten scream. "Nobody moves or she dies!"

Everyone froze. "Alright." Sam agreed.

"Guns down." Oliver ordered.

Everyone complied, lowering their weapons to the ground.

"Now, here's what's gonna happen." Oliver began threateningly, "I'm walking out of here and I'm getting in my car and I'm driving out of town."

"Alright," Sam agreed, "Just let the girl, go."

"I don't think so." Oliver grinned manically, "This bitch is my ticket outta here."

That was when Emma really started to panic. "No, please…."

That was also when Sam's cell phone rang.

Oliver turned around, giving them a shot. Jody managed to grab her gun , shooting Oliver in the shoulder, which caused him to let go of Emma. Sam also managed to get to his weapon and, as Oliver turned around, shot him in the knee cap for good measure.

"Alright," Donna began, grabbing the cuffs from the ground, "Let's try this again, Oliver Must, you are under arrested for…"

"Sam," Jody calmly whispered over to him," I never thought I'd say something like this, but I need you to get the picture of Hannah out of the bag and destroy it. It risks exposure to them both and now I think we need to get the real cops."

"Okay." Sam agreed, going back down the hall and pulling out his phone at the same time.

"Okay," Abigail said, the next morning at the bunker, carrying a bowl and cup on a tray to Hannah, "Hot cereal topped with fruit and warm milk."

"Thank you." Hannah said, adjusting herself into a more upright position, "You really don't have to do all this." She was starting to get embarrassed with everyone dotting and fawning over her. "I don't want to be burden to anyone."

"Hannah, you're not a burden." Abigail told her, "Everyone here cares for you and the boys and want to make sure you're all okay."

Hannah eyed her questioningly. She understood why the girls were helping, but Abigail and Hannah, or anyone else in the Winchester family for that matter…they weren't that close.

"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot." Abigail began, "I know that's a bit of an understatement. But if I left now and something happened to you or the baby…I don't think I could live with myself." Then she turned to go.

"Abigail wait," Hannah called out, causing Abigail to turn around, "Would you like to stay for a bit, maybe talk?"

Abigail turned around. "Sure. That actually sounds good."

After a long conversation with Hannah, Abigail snuck off to the stacks. Going up to a set of file cabinets, she opening them up and began looking through them, looking for names. Come on, come on, Sam, you're telling me you don't' keep any contacts in here? Seeing a name that she thought she recognized, she took a picture, then took several more of other names. She didn't want to take the files, lest someone notice they were missing. Hearing someone coming down the hall, she quickly shut the door, stowing away her phone.

"Abigail?" Reason asked, coming into view, "What are you doing?"

"I. um got lost." Abigail lied quickly, "You know how big this place. Easy to turned around."

Reason narrowed her eyes, suspicious, but not having enough evidence to outright accuse her. "Well, come on." She said, leading her out the room.

By chance Eileen was the first one to see them. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you all really look like crap."

"Hello to you, too." Sam smirked weakly, signing as she spoke "So where is…everybody?"

"Your room." Eileen answered, "Come on, I'll show you."

They walked into the bedroom to find Hannah on the bed, the boys on either side of her, and Maudie at her feet with Abigail sitting in a trail by the bed.

"What's all this?" Sam asked good naturedly, causing everyone to look towards him.

"Daddy!" The boys screamed running towards him, Maudie hot on their tail.

"Hey, guys!" Sam beamed, crouching down with arms wide opened, "It is so good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too!" Dean exclaimed.

"Mommy got sick!" Castiel informed him.

"She missed you, too!" Dean added.

"And I missed all you guys, too." Sam told them, holding them tight, "And you were so good with Mommy being sick. Thanks guys. Is okay if I go check up on her?"

They kid walked out of the way and Sam walked up to her, crouching down and stroking her hair. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better." Hannah told him, "Dr. Robert's even talking about letting me stand again." Then looking Sam in the eyes, she changed the subject, "Is it done?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed, "It's done."

Shortly after Sam's return, Abigail headed out to Winnebago, which she moved closer when she realized she was going to be staying longer than she had planned, but not close enough to risk anyone finding it, and the proof of her deceptions and alliances that lay inside. She unlocked the door stepping inside, turning around and locking it, she turned around pulling out herp phone dialing a number, putting it up to her ear. "Hey it's me. Sorry, it took a little longer than I thought, but I made some headway. And I think I got us what we needed."

Around that same time Serena Joy arrived at Rawls apartment. He quickly opened the door, ushering her inside. "Is—"

"Everything is fine." Serena Joy assured him ,"They—they took care of it. Can, can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure." Rawls said, afraid of where this might be going.

"I'm sorry." Serena Joy began, "I know what you did came from a place of love and concern for your friends, and I shouldn't have got mad. But—there are things about Sam and Hannah you don't know. Things that aren't my place to tell you. They might decide to tell you one day."

"And I'm okay with that." Rawls responded, "And I'm sorry, too. I should have taken the issue up with Hannah when I made her identity. "

"So—are we good?" Serena Joy asked.

"I'm good if you're good." Rawls replied.

"I'm good." Serena Joy confirmed.

"Then we're good." Rawls agreed.

Two days later, Hannah stood in the doorway of apartment, watching Caroline, naked as the day she was born, dancing around singing into a hair brush, while Joe, sitting on a dull couch, watched, laughing. "I, recommend getting your heart trampled on, to anyone, yeah. I recommend walking around naked in your living room, yeah." She did a little twirl.

"I see that." Joe laughed.

Realizing there would never be a good time to interrupt, Hannah quipped, "Do all your good memories involve you being scathingly clad?"

Caroline whirled around. "Hang on, Joey." She told the memory of her boyfriend, grabbing a wine-colored blanket, wrapping it around herself and running up to Hannah, "No, no, no, no, what are you doing here? What about the baby?"

"The baby will be fine." Hannah assured her, thought she was rather nervous about that herself, "I needed to talk to you and you haven't exactly been very communicative since…well, you know."

"I am so, so sorry, Hannah." Caroline told her, "I would never do anything to hurt you or your baby, it's just…"

"I understand." Hannah cut her off, "And it's forgotten. I actually wanted to give you a bit of good news. You're dead. Well, they legally declared dead, and Oliver's been charged with your murder, aggravated murder actually, the attempted abduction of his most recent mark's granddaughter, elder abuse, and several lesser crimes, if not by much. He's got seven states fighting over him. Joe will get justice. You will get justice."

Caroline was silent for a moment, letting it sink in. "Thank you."

"Caroline, I'm so sorry," Hannah declared sincerely, "Maybe…"

"Hey," Caroline began, putting her hands-on Hannah's shoulders, "It's okay. I'm okay with this. At least this way I figure I can give someone the happy ending I was denied." After a bit she laughed, "Oh good Lord, now I'm talking like you. In fact, as long as you're here, wait a minute, there's napkins in the kitchen." After a minute she came back holding napkin with a number on it, which she handed to Hannah. "Here. Commit that number to memory."

"What is this?" Hannah asked, staring at the number perplexed.

"A number for a bank account in the Caymans,." Caroline answered, "I Caroline Johnson, being of probably not entirely sound mine, and surprisingly sound body, bequeath my corpse and all my worldly possessions to Hannah Winchester on the condition the money goes into colleges funds for her three children. Or doctor bills. Or ransom in the event of the kidnapping."

"Caroline, I can't—" Hannah began.

"You can and you will okay?" Caroline declared before giving Hannah a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, that's a bit weird. Don't you have any other form?"

"You were my first." Hannah informed her.

Caroline started laughing. "Oh, honey, you don't know what that sounded like."

Eventually Hannah opened her eyes, just in time to see Sam walking in with a tray. "Did you—"

Hannah smiled at him. "She says thanks."