"Hey Dean." Sam picks up a paper that was half burnt. The hunter was able to read it...just. "Look at this."

Dean comes over so far not finding anything because most of Felicity's stuff was burned in the fire.

"What?"

Sam points at the top of the page.

"Sana exponentia. In English, healing spell."

"A spell?"

Sam picks up a burnt cover of a book shows it to his brother.

"Spells and enchantments." Sam says.

"So she's a witch."

"Seems like it and according to the fire fighters they have no clue what started this fire. They investigated the whole place. Nothing."

"So it could be witch related."

"Likely yes. Either she did it or the thing that killed her. Did you find anything else?"

"No. Most of it went up flames. You?"

"Same here." Sam sighs "At least we got a head start."

"Shall we go and see the body?"

Sam nods and follows his brother out of the shop.

Harry's eyes follow the two brothers from the shop to the car.

I can't believe they are here. Harry thought. I got to warn the Elders. The white lighter shakes his head. First I got to warn the girls they are priority.

Harry walks out of the crowd trying to look casual as possible but deep down he was nervous. If the Winchesters figure out what he is he will be killed no questions asked.

Calm down Harry. Calm down.

A beep causes the white lighter to jump.

"HEY!" Dean sticks his head out of the window. "YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED."

Harry's eyes widen. He looks down and sees he is standing in the middle of the road.

The Winchesters have spotted him...crap.

"Um..." Harry gives the brothers an apologetic look. "My apologizes I promise I will not do it again."

Dean frowned at how fidgety and nervous this man was.

"Hey You alright? I didn't mean to yell."

"I'm fine." Harry answered quickly. "Its just one of those days. Those bad days."

Where there is hunters and a killer on the loose all in the same town. Harry thought.

"Have a lovely day gentlemen."

Harry walks at a fast pace across the road and down the street.

"Okay he was weird." Dean muttered as he starts to drive again.

"Yes. Yes I'm at the location...I will call you when I have it in my custody...okay good bye."

Arthur Ketch ends the call and puts his phone in his pocket. He sighs and sips his tea that has started to turn cold. He glances out of the window and watches people walk up and down the streets.

Its been a few of days since Ketch left London to travel to America. He hoped to stay away from America after everything that's happened. The fall of the British Men of Letters, coming back from the dead, Asmodeus, the other world, Alternative Michael running wild. It puzzled the Englishman why the archangel left his true vessel.

Now here he is. Been forced to go on a mission to look for a sword that was stolen from the storage unit. Ketch rolls his eyes. He wasn't even guarding it. Yet they send him to go out and look for it.

Ketch again sighs. He decided to join another organisation in London that are similar to the British Men of Letters but not as brutal and strict. This new organisation was like the CIA but with a supernatural twist. He liked it so far. He was saving more lives than killing them. Huge improvement compared to his previous job.

The Englishman arrived at the town this morning after hearing about Miss Jones.

The sword went missing a few nights ago.

Ketch gets out a list. There was four names. All witches and victims to the sword. Ketch writes down Felicity as victim number five and then circles the location on the map.

Ketch started to notice a pattern. Whoever had the sword was heading North. Going from town to town leaving bodies behind.

Why this way? Where is it heading?

Ketch puts the papers away and checks his watch.

I suppose I better go and see the body.

Although Ketch knew what the body was going to look like he wanted to examine it. It amazed the Englishman what he can find on a corpse sometimes and Ketch needed a photo to email to the head quarters. They wanted to know everything that was going on.

"You enjoying that sir?"

Ketch looks up at the waitress and smiles.

"Much thank you."

Ketch gulps back the last of his tea and sets the cup down.

Us Brits make tea so much better.

He finishes the blueberry muffin. Which was better compared to the tea.

"Hey." Ketch drops some coins on the table. "Have a tip."

The waitress raises her eyebrow.

"Really?"

Ketch stands up and tidies up his suit.

"Yes." He looks at the name tag. "Maggie."

Maggie beams at him and blushes slighty pink when he smiles at her.

"Have a lovely day." Ketch nodded.

The Englishman walks out.

Maggie chuckles.

He reminded me off Harry

Speaking of Harry, the white lighter appears at the doorway. He waves at the young witch. Maggie sees and sighs.

Great now what.

Maggie sets the trays down and walks up to him.

"What's up Harry?"

"I need to talk to you. All three of you. Its urgent."

"What? Is it to do with Felicity's case."

"No it's another problem."

"What?" Harry gives her an anxious look. "Harry what is it?"

Harry sighs.

"Hunters are in town."

"Agent Smith. My partner Agent Martin. We're here to look at the body of..."

"Felicity Jones." The man cuts Dean off. The Winchesters nod. "We already have someone here looking at the body."

"Really?" Sam says.

"Yeah."

The brothers look at each other before following the man into a room. Dean sees a smartly dressed man looking at the deceased Felicity. The older hunter's eyes go on to the face. He recognized the face within seconds.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me." Dean says.

Sam looks and frowns.

"Ketch?"

Ketch looks up from the body.

"Oh."

The Englishman straightened up and puts on a smile.

"Hello Winchesters."

This is set season 14 of SPN. After Michael left Dean. He is out there somewhere in his female vessel building an army lol.