Sam, Dean, and John were deep inside research when they got a phone call. The patrons around them gave them scathing looks before Sam picked up.

"Hello," he spoke into the phone. "Yes, good afternoon, Dr. Robertson. De you have more information for us?"

After a few seconds, Sam continued. "Yes, we'll be there as soon as we can." To the group, he said, "We got to go."

"What did he want?" Dean asked.

"He said he found something weird and wanted to explain to us in person."

Dean groaned. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to wear the monkey suits again."

Sam just gave his brother an unimpressed look. The two stood up to leave while John just sat there.

"Are you coming?" Sam asked him.

"I think I'll be more useful here."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged. They walk away from John and continued back on their way. John continued to look at the books for a couple more minutes until he was sure his sons wouldn't come back. He then proceeded to close the book that was in front of him. He had other research to do. Sure, he'll feel bad about the people dying in this town. "It not like I have all the information I need," he reasoned with himself.

He put all of the books in the general locations that they came from before walking over to the computer area. He strolled through the aisle of computers, selecting one where he wouldn't have to watch for people walking behind him. He remembered the conversation the occurred this morning. It might not be much, but it was a better starting point than random googling..

Sam and Dean approached the coroner's office donning their monkey suits from yesterday and different ties. As they walked in this time, Dr. Robertson was standing in the doorway pacing. He looked up once he saw them walking up to him out of the corner of his eye. "Gentlemen, thank you for coming so fast."

"You said you found something strange," Dean started.

"Yes, if you would follow me."

He led the two of them down the same hallway as before in a bit more of a rush. Once they were in the same room as the previous day, Dr. Robertson started.

"After you left, I completed several scans and tests. I did a brain scan on all of them." He picked up some x-rays and showed it to them. "Do you see the scarring, right? That usually indicates Alzheimer's. I saw that in about eighty percent of the victims."

"There's no way that it's just a brain injury?" Sam asked.

"I told that into consideration. The amount of spread and the fact that it is practically the same amount of damage to every person. It should be impossible. In general, all of their brains show signs of aging. If I had to guess from just looking at their brains, I would say they were at least in their seventies."

"It couldn't have been the drugs in their systems?" Dean asked next.

"At the concentration, I found them in and how long they've been taking them based on hair samples, no. I also tried to see if it could be the cause of some chemical agents they were all exposed to, keeping it as general as possible, I found none of the usual agents. I did find concentrations of hormones at levels that are consistent with the elderly. I honestly don't know what's going on. I've never seen this in my entire career."

"We've never had a case like this before," Sam mention seriously.

"I've done all the tests I could do, and all of them make no sense to me. I don't know how much more help I can be."

"Well, thanks for your help, doc," Dean told him.

I've never heard of an aging spell," Sam mentioned. "In all the spell books we've confiscated, there were no signs of that."

Instead of putting his inside into the conversation, Dean pulled his phone out and dialed a number. He put it on speakerphone as it rang.

"What do you want?" Bobby's voice finally came through.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean said. "We have more information for you."

"Good, because 'witch' and 'blood' is showing too many results."

"The coroner founds results of advanced aging to the point where he would think they were senior citizens," Sam noted.

"Well, I've heard of anti-aging spells, not so much aging speels. Usually, people are trying to extend life instead of shortening it, at least not in modern texts." On the other end of the phone, Sam and Dean heard pages turning. "In the past, and I mean thousands of years, people used to think that when you shorten a life, another one extends by the number of years that were shortened."

"Well, I'm guessing that a thousand-year-old hag would get too many strange looks," Dean mentioned, "so there has to be an anti-aging component to the spell.

"As far as I can see, there are no records of anyone ever being successful. There aren't any starting points in the research, at least, none that were preserved."

"So, our best option would be to find the spell and get rid of it?" Sam asked.

"I would say so since there is probably only one person who has access to it. From my end, I really can't do anything more."

"Thanks, Bobby," Dean said. Instead of an answer, they heard the dial tone. "Want to call it a day?" Dean asked his brother.

"Yes," he said, leaning his head back. "We don't have a starting point. It would take a miracle."

Instead of answering him, Dean once again dialed a number, but this time didn't put it on speaker. "Hey, Cas."

Sam just stared at his brother. A couple of years ago, he would never bet on his brother being this happy, much less having a baby on the way with an angel. Dean was getting directions from Cas as to where he and their mother had gone. It was a quick conversation, ending in "I love you."

"Aww," Sam said teasingly. "So you do have emotions."

"Shut up, bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean started the engine and pulled away from the curve. He started by first going back toward the library. As much as he hated to, he had to pick up their father.

When they pulling into the library, they went to the area they left their father. He was nowhere to be seen and all the books that had been there having been gone. They were about to go search for him when he appeared behind them with a stack of books.

"You boys back already?" he asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Sam deadpanned.

"What did you find out? John asked.

"That all the research we did was pretty much a waste of time," Dean replied.

"What do you mean?"

"That only one person is going to have the spell we're looking for," Sam said bluntly. "So we're going to pick up mom and Cas and figure out a new plan."

John nodded and put down the stack of books on the table and followed his sons out, breathing out a sigh of relief. From his seat at his computer, he could see when his boys walked in, but they couldn't see him. He quickly grabbed a couple of books that were on the closest shelf, making sure to have the spins toward him. He was quick to make sure it looked like he retrieved more books, and they bought it.

The trio made their way to the Impala. John quickly called the passenger seat, much to Sam's chagrin as he stuffed himself into the back. Dean quickly left the parking lot and followed the directions Cas gave him. They ended up in a part of town that was surrounded by smaller shops and apartments. They ended up outside of a small shop. A name wasn't very visible, but there was a pentagram in the window. From their spot, they could see Cas near the front, beside a woman they didn't recognize and Emily, looking at something that seemed to be on the floor. Mary was nowhere in sight.

"What are they doing?" Sam asked.

"Only one way to find out," Dean said, shutting the engine and stepping out.

The other two followed him. Dean was the first one through the door. As he opened the door, he saw their mom kneeling on the floor with an old book in her hands that she was flipping through. Sam and John were quick to step inside after him and created a small semi-circle around the four. They seemed not to realize they had shown up, which seemed to tick John off. He decided to loudly clear his throat. The four with their eyes on the floor looked up.

The brunette woman quickly got out of her shock and asked: "Is there anything I can help you gentleman with?"

Sam was the first one to speak. "Is that a jar of salt?"

The woman looked down at the container in her hands, before looking back at him with an awkward smile. "Yes..."

"You carry a jar of salt with you?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"You never know when you need it," she said teasingly.

"What's going on here?" John asked.

The woman turned to look at him and the smile instantly was wiped off her face, There was a scared look on her face that they couldn't understand. Turning toward Emily, who was standing closest t John, she pulled the girl closer to herself. Emily gave the woman a strange look but shrugged it off.

Mary interrupted, pulling herself off the floor "This book was sent here, and we were just looking through it."

"What kind of book?" Sam asked her.

"I'm thinking spellbook based on the layout of the later entries, but we have no clue what it says."

"It's a combination of many languages," Cas continued. "I have not had time to decipher it yet."

"It's something evil, that much I can tell you," the woman added.

"Who are you exactly?" Dean asked, a bit rudely.

The woman just puts a smile on her face. "I'm Celine. I'm the owner of the establishment."

"You're a witch," John said bluntly. Dean looked at the man in shock while Sam just simply puts his head in his hands.

"Yes," Celine said in a low tone. "Do you have a problem with that?"

John was about to open his mouth to respond when Sam lifted his head and interrupted. "Would you just shut up?"

John turned around to give Sam a piece of his mind. Dean was quick to get in between the two of them.

"John!" Mary spoke with anger. "Go outside and calm down."

John didn't even acknowledge her and walked outside with a huff. There was a stark tension in the room.

"Sorry about him," Sam said solemnly.

"Don't worry," Celine said with a softer tone. "I'm used to idiots like that. Now... what can I help you with?"

"We were here to pick those two up," Dean said motioning toward Cas and Mary, "Now we're interested in the book."

"Personally, I would rather we just burn it," Celine inputted.

"That's probably not the best idea," Sam said urgently.

"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked.

Out of nowhere, they heard screaming out of the corner of their ears.

"This can't possibly be happening!" Emily said as she was hopping up and down. "I knew it was true! No one believed me, but I knew it!"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked her completely confused.

Out of breath, Emily continued. "I just thought you guys were just weird people who cosplayed in everyday life. But there are just too many things adding up."

"Oh no," Dean muttered.

Turning toward Castiel, "You with your trench coat and suit that doesn't really fit. I thought nothing of it last night, but you're wearing the exact same thing. You didn't even change the tie, which my way, is seriously messed up. Then there was your absurdly deep voice. It sounds like you garbled glass. And then there was the way you knew all those languages. Sure, someone could be able to read one or two, but not as many as you were able to identify."

Turning toward Sam and Dean, "Then there are you guys, You guys look completely uncomfortable in those suits, and they look like they've been washed too many times." Walking toward the two of then, she walked toward them and dug around in their jackets. She took a step back and held their fake badges and wallets out and opened them. Yep, IDs, and credit cards that do not match. Really, guys. I know they're older singers, but you can do better. And Sam, by the way, your hair is against FBI protocol. You're kinda lucky that no one has mentioned it before.

"There's just one thing that I don't understand," Emily mentioned, turning toward Mary. "You mentioned that his name was John. If this is all adding up the way it should, he should be dead, and with the way you look super similar to Dean, I mean its uncanny, you should be dead as well."

"How did you figure out that the books were real?" Sam asked, kind of impressed.

"I was talking to random people online one day, and they were descriving something weird that happened in their two that sounded really similar to what I read. Sure enough, I looked it up, saw the suspects were to men named Sam and Dean Winchester. I just put it down as someone basing a book series on real events, but then I looked at the publishing date. The book was published long before the real-life events. I looked more into it, and the same thing kept happening when I would look into the events."

"Wait, wait, wait," Celine interrupted. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Do you remember the book series I was obsessed with for a bit? The one you refused to read when I told you about it."

"So what you guys are telling me is that those books are actually nonfiction."

"Pretty much."

"I need to sit down," Celine finally said.

"I'll get you a chair real quick," Emily state before disappearing.

"So...," Celine slowly started to say. "Emily told me a little bit about it. You guys are hunters? Who hunt monsters? And other things that go bump in the night?"

"Yep," Sam and Dean said together.

"Meeting you guys is going to give me a headache, isn't it?"

"Yep," the two answered together again.