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Isabeau blinks her eyes a couple of times, her vision slowly coming into focus. She tries to move, but something stops her from doing so. She twists her hands which are bound behind her back and to the chair she was sitting on. Same with her ankles as they were bound to the legs of the chair.

Isabeau let out a groan, the gag in between her lips making it muffled. She looks around, seeing that she was inside some farmhouse. She freezes when she sees Sam next to her in a similar state to her, only he had a sack over his head.

Isabeau's eyes widen when the bartender from earlier walks into the room, glancing at Isabeau and then moves over to Sam. He pulls off the sack from Sam's head, showing that he was gagged as well.

Sam's eyes instantly fall to Isabeau. Isabeau nods to him, telling him that she was okay. A nasty bump in the back of the head, but she was fine.

Sam looks back at the bartender with fear in his eyes. The bartender opens his mouth, revealing his fangs and advances on Sam, who struggles.

Isabeau's eyes glow a fiery blue, ready to burst into flames to help Sam, but a woman appears in the doorway, stopping the vampire. "Wait! Step back, Eli."

Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. The woman walks over, pulling off Isabeau's gag first and then pulls off Sam's gag. "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk." Lenore tells them.

"Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth." Sam spits out.

Isabeau stares over at Eli, her eyes still glowing. He tilts his head at her in curiosity.

"He won't hurt you either. You have my word." Lenore reassures Sam.

Sam nods, not convinced, "Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met."

Isabea shakes her head, turning to Lenore, "Sam…"

Lenore and Sam look over at her and Lenore can't help but stare into Isabeau's glowing eyes, "They're not like other vampires. They're like… me and my girls."

Sam furrows his brow at her, confused. Lenore is confused as well. Isabeau huffs, "They're not hybrids or anything, but… you don't kill humans to feed, do you?" She asks Lenore.

Lenore nods her head, "We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time."

Sam looks back and forth between Lenore and Isabeau, "What is this, some kind of joke?" Outside of Isabeau's coven, Sam didn't think that were any other supernatural creatures that didn't feed on humans and kill.

"Notice you're still alive." Lenore says matter-of-factly.

Sam glances over at Eli, "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"

Lenore looks over at Eli, "We've found other ways. Cattle blood."

Isabeau grimaces, "You're telling me you're responsible for all the-"

Lenore turns to her, "It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But, it allows us to get by."

Sam tilts his head, "Okay, uh, why?"

"Survival." Isabeau says, her eyes fading back to their original blue. Lenore tilts her head at Isabeau.

Isabeau glances over at Sam who was watching her with curious eyes, "No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like… hunters to come looking for you. To blend in."

"Beau..." Sam whispers out.

Isabeau huffs, "How do you think my girls and I survive? We blend in. Take jobs that will benefit us, hide us from hunters." Even though Isabeau was a hunter as well, it didn't stop others from hunting her and her coven down.

Lenore nods at her, "Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined."

"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" Eli growls out.

"Eli!"

"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated." Eli glares at Sam and Isabeau.

"Eli, that's enough." Lenore scolds him.

"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam echoes. Isabeau rolls her eyes. If her hands weren't bound, she would've whacked him in the back of the head.

"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore tells Isabeau and Sam.

Sam shrugs his shoulders, "Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?"

"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." Lenore says.

Isabeau furrows her brow, "So you're asking us not to follow you?"

"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." Lenore says. Isabeau glances over at Eli and then back to Lenore. She wasn't so different from them. For Isabeau it wasn't 'if it's supernatural, kill it on them spot'. It was more, 'if they killed, then be the hunter'.

"Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should believe you." Sam tells her.

Isabeau takes a breath, "Let Sam go."

Everyone in the room turns to her. "Beau, no." Sam begs.

Isabeau doesn't look at Sam, locking eyes with Lenore, "Let Sam go. And I can help you relocate. I have friends, friends that will help find a safe place to be and we can provide you with the blood you need."

Lenore tilts her head, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Because you wouldn't be the first nest of vampires that I've helped. And I've helped more than just vampires relocate and help stay off the radar from hunters. And besides…" Isabeau's eyes glow violet, "From one survivor to another. I hope you take my offer."

Sam looks at her, startled. Him and Dean never knew about any of this.

Lenore thinks for a second and then nods, taking Isabeau's deal. She looks over at Eli, "Take him back. Not a mark on him."

Isabeau watches from the front door of the farmhouse as Eli and another vampire lead Sam back to the truck, a sack covering his head again.

"What are you?" Lenore asks from behind Isabeau. Isabeau doesn't look at Lenore, watching the vampires drive off with Sam.

Isabeau sighs, "I'm a hybrid. Half natural born witch, half fire elemental." Isabeau turns to Lenore who is staring at Isabeau in fascination.

"A hybrid? Very rare."

Isabeau chuckles, "Kind of rare. There are sixteen of us in total." She shakes her head, "Anyway, got a phone? Need to make a call to my friend that's gonna help you relocate."

Dean and Gordon sit at the table in the hotel room, discussing strategy over a map. "This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best." Gordon points out to Dean.

"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?" Dean points at the map.

Gordon nods, "Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half." Dean smiles up at Gordon and then looks down at his watch, "What time is it? Where is Sam and Isabeau?"

Gordon looks out the window, "Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. They seem like the take-a-walk type."

Dean rubs his eyes, "Yeah, they are, but…"

The door opens and Sam enters, giving Dean a look.

"Where you been? Where's Isabeau?" Dean asks, seeing that their girlfriend wasn't behind Sam.

"Can I talk to you alone?" Sam nods his head toward the door.

Dean turns to Gordon, "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" Gordon shakes his head, not minding the two step outside for a bit.

Sam and Dean exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot. "Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt." Sam suggests. His mind slightly freaking out over Isabeau still being with the vampires.

"What are you talking about? Where were you? And where the hell is Isabeau?" Dean asks, confused by his brother.

Sam sighs, "In the nest."

Dean looks at him, surprised, "You guys found it?"

Sam shakes his head, "They found us, man."

"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?" Dean asks and then smiles, "Beau's finishing up the job isn't she?"

Sam shakes his head, "No she isn't and we didn't kill any."

Dean chuckles in disbelief, "Well Sam, they didn't just let you go."

"That's exactly what they did… Isabeau asked them to." Sam says, the two of them stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

"All right, well, where is it?"

Sam shrugs, "I was blindfolded, I don't know."

"Well, you've got to know something."

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them." Sam says.

Dean shakes his head, "Why not? And seriously, where the hell is Isabeau?"

Sam sighs, "She's still at the nest."

Dean's eyes widen, "And what you just leave her there?"

Sam huffs, "No,Dean, she was one the who told the vampires to let me go. She's staying there to help them relocate. She says that they don't kill humans. That they're not like other vampires."

Dean stares at him in disbelief, "You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood."

"And you believed them?"

Sam spreads his arms, "Look at me, Dean. They let me go without a scratch."

Dean shakes his head, "Yeah, because Isabeau told them too... No, man, no way. If it weren't for Isabeau, I don't know why they would let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em. And get Isabeau the hell out of there." Dean starts heading back towards the motel.

"Why?" Sam asks, stopping Dean in his tracks.

"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job." Dean firmly says.

Sam frowns at his words, "No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!"

"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."

Sam looks at Dean in disbelief, "You really think that?"

Dean nods, "Yeah, Sam. I do."

Sam shakes his head at him, "If that were true, Isabeau would be dead by now."

"What? That's not true!"

"Yes it is Dean!" Sam shouts, "If we never grew up with Isabeau, we would've been told to kill her, Dean! You said it yourself. If it's supernatural we kill it. If that was the case then Isabeau, her parents, her brothers, her entire coven would all be dead! So, don't you tell me that's our job!"

Dean stares hard at Sam, knowing that he was right, "But Isabeau and all of them are different, Sam."

Sam rubs his face, "That's my point! They're supernatural creatures that don't kill humans. They were all raised to be hunters. Kill evil and fight for good. Maybe there are others like them, Dean."

Dean shakes his head, not believing that there could be other creatures that didn't want to kill humans. He knew Isabeau, her family and a good portion of Isabeau's coven, they were the only ones that Dean believed did good. "Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows." Dean directs the conversation.

"Gordon?"

"Yes."

"You're taking his word for it?" Sam asks.

Dean nods, "That's right."

"Ellen says he's bad news."

"You called Ellen?"

Sam nods.

"And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon." Dean tells him.

Sam smiles bitterly, "Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?"

Dean shakes his head, "What are you talking about?"

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one." Sam jabs.

Dean turns, walking back toward the room, "Shut up, Sam."

Sam follows, "He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day."

Dean smiles, raising his arms, "You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this."

Sam frowns at him, "You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory."

"Okay." Dean starts to turn away, but then punches Sam, hard.

Sam pauses, turning back slowly, but not rising to the bait, "You hit me all you want. It won't change anything."

"I'm going to that nest and getting Isabeau out of there. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself." Dean turns, walking back to the motel room.

Sam sighs, "Dean." He follows.

Dean returns to the motel room with Sam in tow, and they see that Gordon is gone. "Gordon?" Dean calls out.

"You think he went after them?" Sam asks.

Dean turns to him, "Probably."

Sam shakes his head, "Dean, we have to stop him."

"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand." Dean says.

Sam huffs, "Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that… How about trusting Isabeau? She stayed behind because she believes that they're good."

Dean pauses, "Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."

Sam points to the table where he'd set them earlier, but they're gone. "He snaked the keys." He says.

Dean is hot-wiring his car and grimacing, "I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." The car starts, "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?"

Sam looks down at the map in his lap, tracing the road lines with his finger, "The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm."

"How do you know?" Dean asks.

Sam looks up at his brother, "I counted." He continues tracing a path on the map, "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."

Dean purses his lips, "You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good."

Lenore is packing things into boxes, Isabeau is helping her, being careful with their belongings. Eli comes in and sets a box on the table. Lenore looks up at him, "In the truck, thank you."

"We can't leave like this. Lenore. Listen to me, we need to stay and fight." Eli comes over to grab Lenore's upper arms. Isabeau glances up, watching the two.

"They were my friends too, Eli, my family."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Eli glances over at Isabeau, "This is self-defense. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead."

Lenore shakes her head, "Killing those three wouldn't solve anything." Isabeau furrows her brow at the fact the Lenore didn't place her with the others. "There's more where they came from. We're out-numbered. This. This is all we can do. Try and reason-"

"You can't reason with these people." Eli interrupts, "They're going to kill us all anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us." ELi looks over at Isabeau, indicating that they should take her with them.

Lenore shakes her head, supping Eli's cheek, "I'm not giving up hope. If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise."

Lenore looks over at Isabeau, Eli does too, "You sure your friend will help us?"

Isabeau nods, "Yeah, Lucy will help you guys relocate, supply you with what you need, and keep you guys under the radar."

"How do we know that your hunter friend, Lucy, won't back-stab you?" Eli asks.

Isabeau smirks, "Cause Lucy is half vampire. No offense, but the entirety of my coven knows what it's like to survive among humans." Isabeau pauses, "I'm not sure what your knowledge is on hybrids?"

Lenore shrugs, "Just that they're rare."

Isabeau hums, "Well, for those who are hunters and even those of our own kind, we are shunned. Hunted by both sides. We're seen as abominations. Things that shouldn't have been created in the first place."

Isabeau's face hardens, "So whenever we see a nest or a pack or any group of our own kind who just want to live in peace like we do… we help. All we ask for in return is kindness and the occasional help here and there. Nothing more."

Lenore tilts her head at Isabeau, "You're a strange one."

Isabeau shrugs with a smug smile, "You're preaching to the choir sister. But, all in all, hunt the evil, help the good."

Gordon's red car crosses the bridge and turns up a small road.

Some ways behind, Sam and Dean are in the impala and Sam sighs, staring at the map. Dean glances at him, then looks back to the road. Sam frowns at Dean as they cross the bridge.

Lenore comes out of the house with a box, sets it on the flatbed of a truck. She turns and Gordon is there. He grabs her, raises a knife that glistens with blood.

He stabs it into her chest and she goes limp, "Dead man's blood, bitch."

"Gordon!" Isabeau shouts.

Gordon turns to Isabeau, stunned to see her helping the vampires. "Isabeau, what are doing?" He asks.

Isabeau sets down the box on the porch and slowly walks up to him, "Gordon, please. Let her go. They haven't hurt anyone. I'm having them relocated and supplied. They're not killing any humans and they won't be killing cattle anymore."

Gordon tilts his head at Isabeau, "You're helping them? I thought you were one of the best hunters around and you're helping the enemy?"

Isabeau sighs, "I'm sorry Gordon, but yeah. They're innocent."

Gordon thinks, "I'm sorry too."

Isabeau was about to ask him why, but Gordon punches her in the face and she falls to the ground unconscious.

Inside the farmhouse, Gordon dips the knife into a jar of blood. Lenore is tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sickly. He circles around her, slices the bloody knife across her chest and she groans.

Sam and Dean walk through the archway.

Gordon glances over at them, "Sam, Dean. Come on in."

"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asks, confused. Sam looks around, not seeing any sign of Isabeau anywhere.

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?" Gordon asks nonchalantly.

Dean steps forward a little, "Look, man-"

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." He drags the knife across her arm, the veins trace away from the cut.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean suggests.

Gordon smiles, shaking his head, "I'm completely chill."

"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam steps towards Gordon, but Dean stops him with a hand on his chest.

"It sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill." Gordon says to Dean.

Sam lifts his hand, "Just step away from her, all right?"

Gordon stares at him, "You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He pulls out a larger knife, "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

He turns towards Lenore and Sam steps to block him, "Gordon, I'm letting her go."

Gordon points the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him, "I wouldn't take another step, Sam." Gordon backs into the doorway behind him and reaches over, pulling Isabeau to him, knife under her throat.

Once again, Isabeau is bound and gagged, taking deep breaths as she looks at Sam and Dean. The brothers eyes widen and clench their jaws, as they stare at Isabeau.

"Isabeau tried to stop me. She was helping them." Gordon smiles, "Shame, really."

Dean slowly walks forward, "Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this." His eyes never leave Isabeau. His heart was pounding in his chest, fear creeping into his mind.

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray." Gordon reminds Dean.

Dean nods, not really caring about Gordon's words, more worried about Isabeau's safety, "Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel."

"Do you?" Gordon asks.

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one…"

Gordon laughs, stopping Dean, "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself."

Isabeau looks at Sam and Dean in fear as Gordon lifts the blade a little higher. She didn't want to risk using her fire on Gordon, she was relying on Dean and Sam for this one.

"You did what?" Dean asks, shocked at Gordon.

"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you." Gordon says.

Sam scowls, "So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care."

Gordon smiles, "Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me."

Both brothers glance at each other and their eyes land back on Isabeau.

Gordon moves closer to the Lenore with Isabeau, "Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it."

Gordon places the knife on Isabeau's left arm and slices the knife down the side of her shoulder. Isabeau winces in pain, her cries muffled by the gag.

Dean and Sam pull out their guns, pointing them at Gordon with a glare.

"Let her go. Now!" Dean shouts.

Gordon glances over at the brothers, "Relax. If I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."

Gordon presses down on Isabeau's cut with the knife, drawing more blood. Isabeau flinches at the pain, clenching her teeth around the gag. Sam fumes, hands tightening around his gun as Dean takes a small step forward.

Gordon pulls away the knife, holding the knife covered in Isabeau's blood over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending.

"Hey!" Both brothers shout.

Gordon leans his head down to Isabeau, "You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty." He was telling all three of them, but directing more towards Isabeau.

Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away, "No. No." Isabeau smirks as much as she could, she knew that Lenore could control it.

Sam glares at Gordon, "You hear her, Gordon?"

"No! No!" Lenore repeats over and over.

Gordon let's go of Isabeau, realizing that it was three against one. Isabeau steps away form Gordon glaring at him. Sam steps towards her, taking her lower arm and backing her up, away from Gordon. He puts his gun away and removes Isabeau's gag and then starts removing the rope around her wrists.

Isabeau swallows, rubbing at her wrists once Sam removes her binds, "We're done here."

"Sam, get them out of here." Dean orders Sam.

"Yeah." Sam agrees, undoing the binds that held Lenore to the chair. Sam picks Lenore up in his arms. Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him.

"Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean warns Gordon from interfering with Sam. Isabeau heads out with Sam and Lenore, clutching her bleeding arm as she leaves. "Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about." Dean says.

"Get out of my way." Gordon threatens.

"Sorry."

"You're not serious."

Dean steadies himself, "I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me."

Gordon nods, considering. He looks at his knife, then jams it into the table "Fine."

Dean looks at the knife, looks at his gun. He pulls the clip out of the gun and sets it aside.

Gordon punches him only to have Dean punch him back with the same force. Gordon grabs the knife again and Dean groans. Gordon swings at Dean a couple of times, Dean backing away at every swipe.

Dean grabs Gordon's arm, throwing him into the other room and up against the wall, slamming him into it over and over. Dean knocks the knife out from Gordon's hand and Gordon grabs onto Dean, "What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here."

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard." Dean says and Gordon punches him twice.

Gordon kicks Dean in the chest, throwing him across the room. "You're not like your brother and Isabeau. You're a killer. Like me."

Dean kicks Gordon down, hauls him up against the wall, and elbows him in the face, knocking him out.

Pinning him under his elbow, he walks into the other room, not before slamming Gordon's head into another wall, "Oh, sorry." Dean says sarcastically.

Dean sets him in a chair and ties him to it, "You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now."

The sunrise over the horizon, turning night into day. Sam and Isabeau return to find Gordon tied to the chair, and Dean pacing. Gordon and Dean watch each other.

"Did we miss anything?" Sam asks, having his arm hooked around Isabeau's torso. Isabeau glares at Gordon.

Dean shrugs, "Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?"

Isabeau nods, "Yeah. All of 'em did. They'll be safe."

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Gordon looks at him, saying nothing.

Dean chuckles, "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you." He jams Gordon's knife into a table behind him.

Sam brings Isabeau closer to him, not wanting to let her go, "Ready to go, Dean?"

"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real." Dean hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor.

Isabeau smiles, clearing her throat.

Dean turns to her and Sam, "Okay. I'm good now. We can go." Isabeau and Sam chuckle.

As they exit the farmhouse, Isabeau and Dean both wince at their recent injuries. Isabeau's shoulder was wrapped in a bandage courtesy of Sam.

"Sam?" Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer.

Sam and Isabeau stop, turning to Dean, "Yeah?" Sam asks.

"Clock me one."

Isabeau blinks, looking back and forth between the brothers. Did something happen while she was gone?

"What?" Sam asks.

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go." Dean gestures for Sam to hit him.

Sam chuckles, "No."

"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on."

Sam waves his free hand at him, walking away with Isabeau, "You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck."

They walk over to the impala and Dean sighs, "I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up."

Isabeau stops, "What do you mean?" Sam and Dean stop with her.

"Think about all the hunts we went on our whole lives." Dean says.

"Okay." Sam says. All three of them lean against the impala.

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…" Dean trails off.

"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could." Sam reassures him.

Dean looks away, "I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it."

Isabeau looks down briefly, "You didn't kill Lenore."

Dean stares at her, not proud of what he was feeling, "No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all."

"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters." Sam says.

Dean pauses, "Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass."

Sam chuckles, "Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

The three stand in silence and Dean looks over at Isabeau, "I'm sorry, Beau."

Isabeau sighs, slapping her hand on the roof of the impala and walks over to Dean. She reaches up wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him. Dean furrows his brow but still reciprocates the kiss.

Isabeau pulls away and chuckles at Dean's confusion. "Do I get a kiss every time I say 'sorry'?"

Isabeau shakes her head, "No… but Dean. The way you and Sam were raised. It's the way all hunters were raised. I can't blame you for that. I mean John made my family and I the exception, but that was because we knew John. We trusted him and he trusted us with not only himself but you two."

Dean sighs, "I know. I just… I feel terrible wanting to kill something that's a part of you."

Isabeau raises a brow at him, "You think you're not the only one? Dean, I've been in that position… There was even a time when I took pleasure in killing. Getting a high from it. I kill my own kind, and if that's not fucked up then I don't know what is."

Isabeau looks over at Sam, giving him a small smile and does the same to Dean, "Look, there's evil out there Dean, but there's also creatures that are good. And I should've told you guys that. There's creatures just like me, my family and my coven. Survivors. That's what we are."

"Everything isn't as black and white as it seems, I guess." Dean says.

Isabeau shrugs, "Unfortunately, no. But, when have they ever?"

Sam chuckles, "Never."

Isabeau chuckles along with him, "This hunt was a wreck, but at least it opened your guys eyes even more. Not everything is as it seems." She opens the driver's door and gets inside, sliding into the middle.

Sam smiles weakly and gets in the passenger's side, getting into their new position from the start of the hunt in the impala, waiting for Dean.

Dean stares off into the distance for a moment. Not everything is as it seems. Isabeau's words echoed in his head. After this hunt, that statement was a hundred percent true.

He climbs in, and Isabeau places one of her legs on Dean's lap as the other is propped on the seat. Dean smiles at her softly as Sam has his arms wrapped around her, being careful of her shoulder. He starts the engine and drives off, leaving a trail of dust behind them.

Damn, this took me longer than expected. I am sorry again for not giving you guys a quick update. I've been kind of in this slump that I can't seem to get out of. Plus with having to figure out stuff for the fall semester for my junior year of college, coming back from medical leave and all of that stuff.

But, I hope you all enjoyed!