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They end up at a college party, and Dean walks up to Sam. "Man, you've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" He winks and smiles at a passing girl.

"This wasn't really my experience." Sam says, giving Dean a look.

Dean mentally kicks himself for what he did, "Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Sam nods.

Dean shakes his head, "What a geek. Hey, have you seen Beau?"

Sam shakes his head, slightly worried, "No. I have no idea where she went."

"Hey!" Isabeau walks up to them, smiling brightly, "I forgot how much I missed college! It's almost as good as the parties my friends and I had."

Dean blinked at Isabeau. "You had parties?"

Isabeau nods, "Oh yeah, you kidding? When school work died down a little bit, we had some good times."

Dean laughs and looks back at Sam, "Alright, you do your homework?"

"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something." Sam unravels a piece of paper, the three walk through the house.

Dean takes the paper, "1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage."

They stop in a semi-secluded spot. Sam points at the paper, "There's a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument."

"What's the connection to Lori?" Dean asks.

"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" Sam explains. Dean suddenly understands and Isabeau nods. "Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter."

Dean nods, "Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?"

Isabeau takes the paper from Dean's hand, "Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"

Dean points at her, "Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay."

Sam scoffs, "Without the reverend ever even knowing it."

Isabeau sighs, "Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight." Sam nods, a little confused on why Isabeau was pushing him towards Lori.

"What about you?" Sam asks.

Isabeau pats Dean shoulder, "We're gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave."

Isabeau gestures towards the door, "After you, Dean."

Dean nods, heading towards the door. Isabeau is about to follow, but Sam stops her.

"Why do you want me to talk with Lori?" He asks.

Isabeau sighs, shoving her hands in her pockets, "I just, uh, it's stupid."

Sam gives her a look, "I doubt that."

Isabeau bites her lip, "I'm just not… It's nothing against Lori, she seems nice and everything, but this whole thing is just really hitting me in a bad spot, and the quickest I get this done with, the better."

Sam nods, understanding. He knew just as much as Dean, if not, even more. He remembers one time that he held onto Isabeau as she cried herself to sleep because of the harassment one night when they were younger.

Isabeau gives him one last smile. She moves close to him and reaches up, placing a light kiss on his cheek. "Be careful."

She walks away, not seeing the smile that stretches across Sam's face.

Dean and Isabeau headed to the Old North Cemetery. Dean is looking around with a flashlight and Isabeau is holding both of their shovels.

Isabeau stops Dean for a second, "What?" He asks.

Isabeau crouches down and threads her fingers through the tendrils of grass, "Getting some help."

Dean raises a brow at her, "From feeling the ground?"

Isabeau shakes her head, "No, I guess I forgot to tell you. I can speak to nature, feel it's emotions… This way." Isabeau gets up, and Dean follows her.

"How long have you been able to do that?" Dean asks.

"Couple of years. It started in my freshman year of college." Isabeau explains.

Dean purses his lips in thought, "Wasn't that when you spent the entire year with your Uncle?"

Isabeau chuckles, looking back on that year, "Yeah, that was one eventful year."

They come across a headstone that is engraved with the cross symbol. "Here we go." Dean says.

Dean and Isabeau have been digging at the unmarked grave for a while.

Dean pauses, "That's it. Next time, Sam gets this job. At least I have a cute girl helping me."

Isabeau wipes away some dirt on her face, "Call me cute one more time, and I think I might just punch you."

Dean chuckles, "Touche." He breaks through the wooden floor of the grave and sees Jacob Karns' remains. "Hello, preacher." He and Isabeau throw their shovels aside.

Sam is standing out front of Reverend Sorensen's house. Through the window, Sam can see Lori and her father arguing inside.

A little while later, he watches Reverend Sorensen turn out the light and leave the room. Lori comes outside, "I saw you from upstairs. What are you doing here?"

"I'm keeping an eye on the place." Sam answers. Lori looks at him. "I was worried."

"About me?" Lori asks.

Sam smiles weakly, "Yeah. Sorry."

"No, it's cool. I already called the cops." She smiles, sitting down next to Sam and the two laugh. "No, seriously. I think you're sweet. Which is probably why you should run away from me as fast as you can."

"Why would you say that?" Sam asks.

"It's like I'm cursed or something. People around me keep dying." Lori says.

Sam sighs, "I think I know how you feel."

Isabeau and Dean crawl out of the grave and Dean takes a few items out of his bag. He pours salt and lighter fluid on the preacher's bones.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Dean asks Isabeau.

Isabeau smiles, lifting her hands up and a small ball of fire forms in between them, "Goodbye, preacher." She throws the ball of fire into the grave and watches the bones burn into flames.

Isabeau crouches down and looks up at Dean, "Should've brought stuff to make s'mores."

Dean shakes his head, amused, "You're nuts."

"Aw, but you love it."

"No one will talk to me anymore. Except you. The sheriff thinks I'm a suspect. And you know what my dad will say? 'Pray. Have faith.' What does he know about faith?" Lori says.

"I heard you guys fighting before."

Lori sighs, "He's seeing a woman. A married woman. I just found out. She comes to our church with her husband. I know her kids. And he talks to me about religion? About morality? It's like, on one hand, you know, just do what you want and be happy. But he taught me, raised me to believe that if you do something wrong you will get punished. I just don't know what to think anymore."

She goes to hug Sam, but he stops her. "Sam?"

Sam shakes his head, "Lori, I can't."

"That someone you lost?" Sam stares at her. Yes, he lost Jessica, but he also has Isabeau. He can't do that to her. "I'm sorry." Lori apologizes.

Reverend Sorensen comes outside, "Lori? Come inside, please."

"I'll come in when I'm ready." Lori tells him angrily. Suddenly, the Hook Man appears behind Reverend Sorensen and puts his hook into his shoulder. The reverend screams and the Hook Man slams the door shut. Sam grabs his gun and runs into the house. He looks around and hears Reverend Sorensen screaming upstairs.

"No! No, please! No!" Reverend Sorensen screams out.

Sam runs upstairs and sees the reverend's bedroom door shutting. He runs into the bedroom and sees the Hook Man standing over Reverend Sorensen, about to put his hook into the reverend. "No! No, no!"

Sam shoots the Hook Man in the side. The Hook Man turns to Sam, who shoots him again. The Hook Man turns to dust and the gun blast shatters the bedroom window.

Lori is running up the stairs, "Dad! Dad!" She bursts through the bedroom door and kneels down next to her dad, "Okay. It's ok, Dad, it's ok. It's ok."

Reverend Sorensen is in a hospital bed and Lori is standing by his side, while Sam is talking to the sheriff.

"We were just talking. Then Lori's dad came out. And then he appeared." Sam tells him what happened.

"A big man? Carrying a weapon, some kind of hook?" The sheriff asks.

"Yes, sir."

"Ever seen him before?"

Sam turns to the sheriff, shaking his head, "No, sir."

"Son, it seems every time I turn around, I'm seeing you. I suggest you try to stay out of trouble." The sheriff tells him.

Sam nods, "Yes, sir."

Isabeau and Dean walk down the hall but are stopped by two officers.

"No, it's alright, we're with him. That's my brother." Dean tells the officers and then waves to Sam, "Hey! Brother!"

Sam and the sheriff turn to see Dean and Isabeau, both of them smiling.

"Let him through." The two officers let Dean and Isabeau through.

"Thanks." Dean says.

"Go ahead." The sheriff lets Sam go.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam walk towards each other. "You ok?" Isabeau immediately asks Sam.

"Yeah."

"What the hell happened?" Dean asks.

"Hook Man." Sam answers.

"You saw him?" Isabeau asks, surprised.

"Damn right. Why didn't you torch the bones?" Sam asks the two of them.

"What are you talking about, we did. You sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" Dean defends them both.

"It sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all. I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend." Sam says.

Isabeau shrugs, "Well, yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself."

Sam sighs, "I think it's latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman."

"So what?" Dean asks, not understanding what Sam was implying.

Isabeau's jaw ticks, "So she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it."

Sam nods at Isabeau, "She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished."

"Ok, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her, huh?" Dean pieces things together.

"Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair." Sam brings up all the things that caused the Hook Man to go after those people.

"Remind me not to piss this girl off. But we burned those bones, we buried them in salt, why didn't that stop him?" Dean asks.

Sam shakes his head, "You must have missed something."

Isabeau thinks about it for a moment, "No. We burned everything in that coffin."

"Did you get the hook?"

"The hook?" Dean asks.

"Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him."

"So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power." Dean says.

"So if we find the hook…" Sam trails off.

"We stop the Hook Man." Both Sam and Dean say in unison and they smile at each other.

Isabeau shakes her head and smiles, "That'll never get old."

Sam, Isabeau and Dean headed back to the library and are looking through more papers.

"Here's something, I think. Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof." Dean reads from the book.

"Does it mention the hook?" Isabeau asks.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean continues reading, "Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church."

"Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

Sam scoffs, "Where Lori lives?"

"Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past 200 years." Dean says.

Isabeau huffs, "Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might've seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook? That's hard to miss."

Dean gets up, "Check the church records."

Later on, Sam finds out what happens to the hook, "St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged." Sam sighs, "They melted it down. Made it into something else."

They drive up to St. Barnabas Church. Dean parks the car and they get out.

"Alright, we can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire." Dean says.

"I agree. So, Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in." Sam says.

"Alright, take your pick."

"I'll take the house." Isabeau speaks up first.

"Ok. Sam?" Dean smiles at her and then asks his brother.

"I'll go with Beau." Sam says. He and Isabeau begin walking towards Reverend Sorensen's house. "Hey." They turn around. "Stay out of her underwear drawer."

Isabeau flips him off with a smile and the two walk towards the house.

Dean is throwing everything silver into the old furnace of the church in the basement. Sam and Isabeau come downstairs with a bag of things from Lori's house.

"We got everything that even looked silver." Sam says.

"Better safe than sorry." Dean says. They throw everything into the fire. Suddenly, they hear footsteps above them.

"Move, move." Dean takes his gun out and goes upstairs with Sam and Isabeau behind him.

Dean, Sam and Isabeau see that Lori is sitting in a pew alone, crying. Dean lowers his gun and goes back downstairs and Isabeau follows, closing the door behind her.

"How are you doing?" Dean asks her as they continue putting the rest of the silver they collected into the fire.

Isabeau shrugs, "Okay, I guess. Kind of made it a thing not to go into churches, but if I have to, I will."

Dean throws the last piece of silver into the fire, "It got pretty bad back home, huh?"

Isabeau smiles sadly, "It got worse before it got better. The church near home was under someone new and I guess people are just changing with the times. Not everyone obviously, but the new priest welcomed me with open arms. He understood that it would take time for me to even step foot in the church."

Dean stares at Isabeau and grabs her hand, "That's good. Still feels weird though?"

Isabeau chuckles and looks up at him, "Oh yeah, very." She smiles softly, "Thank you, by the way."

Dean looks at her confused, "For what?"

Isabeau shrugs, "Just thank you. You and Sam know how much being here bothers me and you both have been comforting throughout this whole time." She steps closer, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek.

She pulls away and Dean stares at her. His eyes soften and cups her cheeks in his hands. Dean tilts his head down and places a soft kiss on her forehead, "Anything for you, Beau. We will always be there for you."

Suddenly, the screams of Lori and Sam pull the two apart. "Shit!" Isabeau picks up the rifle that was loaded with rock salt and runs up the stairs with Dean behind her.

Isabeau and Dean run through the church, seeing Sam behind the Hook Man, who is standing over Lori. Isabeau enters with her gun raised.

"Sam, drop!" She screams out. Sam crouches down and Isabeau shoots the Hook Man once and he disappears into dust.

"I thought we got all the silver." Sam says.

"So did I." Dean agrees.

"Then why is he still here?"

"Well, maybe we missed something!" Isabeau says. They look around and Isabeau notices a cross necklace that Lori is wearing, "Lori, where did you get that chain?"

"My father gave it to me." Lori answers.

"Where'd your dad get it?" Dean asks.

"He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school."

"Is it silver?!" Sam asks.

"Yes!" Sam rips the chain off from around her neck. In the hallway, the Hook Man, who is now invisible, is making a long scratch on the wall. Isabeau and Dean turn around to look at it.

"Sam!" Isabeau throws Sam the rifle and the rock salt, and Sam tosses Isabeau the necklace. She and Dean run back to the basement. Sam aims the gun at the scratch that is being made and shoots. He quickly reloads the gun with rock salt.

Isabeau and Dean run downstairs and throw Lori's necklace into the fire. Isabeau bounces in place, "Not fast enough. Dean, stay behind me."

"Beau?" Dean questions Isabeau, but follows her orders, taking a few steps back.

Her eyes glow orange and she thrusts her hands forward, fire shoots out from her hands and into the fire melting the necklace in an instant. She extinguishes her flames, her eyes are back to blue.

"Come on." Dean grabs her arm and they go upstairs to make sure the Hook Man is gone. They walk over to Sam and Lori and give them a knowing look.

It was the next morning and sheriffs are walking around and there is an ambulance parked outside.

"And you saw him, too? The man with the hook?" The sheriff asks Dean and Isabeau.

"Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off and then he ran." Dean repeats himself.

"And that's all?"

"Yeah, that's all." Isabeau says.

The sheriff thinks, "Listen. You two and your brother—"

Dean interrupts him, "Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town." He and Isabeau walk over to the impala. Dean gets in the impala and Isabeau waits for Sam, sitting on the impala's trunk.

Lori watches Sam finish getting bandaged up, "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah." Sam answers. Isabeau is watching Sam and Lori, playing with her rosary.

"I still don't know what happened. But I do know you saved my life. My father's, too. Thank you." Lori says.

Sam nods and smiles. Lori looks over and catches sight of Isabeau, who waves at her with a soft smile. Lori smiles, waving back and looks at Sam, "I know you said you lost someone, but… she seems perfect." She says, talking about Isabeau.

Sam chuckles, "Yeah, she is." He leaves Lori without another word and walks over to Isabeau.

"Hey."

Isabeau's eyes soften, "Hey."

Sam goes and grabs Isabeau's hand in his free one, and their fingers intertwine. "You ready to go?" Isabeau asks.

Sam nods with a smile, "With you? Yeah."

Isabeau smiles, "Let's go then. Gonna have to convince Dean to stop somewhere. I need to take a look at that." Isabeau points to the wound on his arm.

Sam winces as Isabeau takes off the wrappings around his wound. "Oh hush, you've had worse." Isabeau scolds him with a smile. She was able to convince Dean to stop at a motel. She sent Dean out to get them food while she took care of Sam.

Sam chuckles, "Still hurts."

Sam was sitting on the edge of one of the motel beds and Isabeau had pulled one of the chairs from the small kitchen area, and placed it in front of him.

Isabeau reaches over into her bag and pulls out a container, opening it to reveal a light green paste inside, "This is going to sting a little bit."

Isabeau gently spreads the paste over Sam's wound. Sam's face contorts in slight discomfort, but says nothing about the pain, "What is it?"

"Just a little something that I came up with to speed up healing for wounds. It's just a mixture of herbs that I grinded into a paste with a little magic. Simple." Isabeau explains, being as careful as she could be.

Dean walks through the door, with bags in his hand and sets them on the table, "I bring grub!" He exclaims. Isabeau looks over with a smile, "Give me like two seconds."

Dean walks over, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to them, "Nurse Isabeau is in the house I see."

Isabeau scoffs at him, "I have to be with you two." She puts the container away and pulls out some more bandages, and starts wrapping it around Sam's arm. "Alright, should be good by tomorrow morning."

Sam smiles at Isabeau, "Thanks. What other stuff do you have?"

Isabeau glances down at her bag, "Uh, just a mixture of stuff. Potions, my grimoires, um, some dried herbs, crystals… you know, the works." She zips up her bag, throwing it onto the bed, next to Dean.

Dean smirks over at her, "You know, I did say that next time we got a motel room, I'd be your model."

Sam snorts, "Seriously?"

Dean smiles, "Seriously. Where is the drawing from before anyway, Isabeau?"

Isabeau gets up and reopens her bag, pulling out the sketchbook and showing the book to Dean. He goes to grab it, but she pulls it away, "Sorry, but uh, you're gonna have to work for those drawings of you and Sam."

Sam looks at her surprised, "Me too?"

Isabeau shrugs, "Yeah, why not? Also, let me drive Baby for the week and you get these."

Dean's eyes widen, "What?"

Isabeau laughs, "You heard me. I drive Baby for the week and you get to see my drawings. I've driven her before, Dean."

Dean thinks about it for a moment before turning to Sam. The two share a silent conversation and smirks appear on their faces.

Isabeau's smile drops, realizing what was going to happen next, "No!"

Dean and Sam spring off the beds and chase Isabeau into the kitchen, Isabeau ending up on one side of the table and both brothers closing in on either side.

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't make this harder than it has to be." Dean smiles, slowly stepping towards her.

Isabeau was clutching the book to her chest, but was smiling, "Oh, I hate you both." She laughs out.

Sam lets out a chuckle, stepping closer as well, "You love us, Beau. Just give us the book."

Isabeau shrugs, "That I do. But, sorry, like I said, gonna have to work for it." Isabeau leaps over the table and the three end up chasing each other all around the motel room.

A few close calls and almost breaking a lamp later, Dean and Sam catch Isabeau, holding her down as the two flip through her sketchbook. Isabeau gives up trying to take away the sketchbook and ends up showing off her sketches happily.

It was moments like these that made the three forget about the hunting life. It was these moments that made everything seem so easy and the only thing that mattered was each other.

So, Isabeau is a little wary of churches, she isn't against people who actually go or practice religion, it's just her experience has made her a little frightful of going because she's afraid of being attacked for her sexuality (I know how that feels). I also changed the fact that the rosary beads come from her grandfather instead of great grandmother. I went back and changed it in the places I mentioned it, but forgive me if I didn't in some places. That certain fact connects with what I plan for the future. Hope you guys are enjoying!

Also, forgot to talk about it last chapter, but Isabeau know that Sam and Dean love her, but she understands that Sam isn't ready and that Dean is respecting his brother by not saying anything. I'm trying to figure out when I want everything to come to light, but episode 13 (Route 666) will help me figure that out. I'm excited but also scared for when I write that one because I am turning that whole episode on it's head.