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Author's Note: Hey for any of my young young viewers there's some really blunt talk of some stuff so if you don't want to hear i suggest you skip lines 14-20

Supernatural

A athe-what?

"Did you find anything, Joey?" Sammy asked.

I was searching for any information about spirits or monsters or people that carve symbols into people's heads.

"Yeah, they're called Collectors, they take form of humans, and they collect their victims' souls."

"How do we kill it?"

"If you kill their leader the rest of then will die too. We have to do a background check on the victims to see if there's anything in common."

"Alright let's pack up the laptop and get something to eat." Sam said excitedly.

"Um…Okay why are you so happy?" I asked cocking one eye brow.

"No reason. Come on Dean! Wake up!"

"Go wait in the car Sammy I'll get him."

"Okay but hurry."

Sammy jetted out the door. I crawled up next to Dean in bed and started to kiss his neck and cheek.

"Mmmmmm."

"Hey lover boy come on we're going to go eat."

"Don't want food…want sex."

"You're very blunt aren't you?"

Dean rolled over and wrapped an arm around my waist. He started to kiss my collar bone and neck.

"Come on Dean we gotta go." I said laughing.

"We haven't had sex in sooo long." He whined.

"Dean we had sex four days ago when we were at my house."

"That was four days ago! We're never alone!"

"That's not my fault, dude."

"I know it's my baby brother's."

"Come on Dean."

I patted his arm and got up from the bed. We got to the restaurant and I caught Dean up on what I had found.

"So how are we supposed to find the King Collector without sacrificing another victim?" Dean asked.

"Well we could track one by figuring out who the next victim is. Maybe if we map out where all the attacks are it'll lead us to headquarters."

"Okay and once we find Big Poppa how do we kill him?"

"Well it says in dad's journal that if you stab them in the forehead where some sort of symbol will appear with their athema it'll kill them." Dean stated.

"A athe-what?" I asked.

"An athema it's another word for a long big knife."

"So why don't we just say big knife."

"Because athema is shorter, love."

Dean said smirking as he took a drink of his beer. He placed it down put he couldn't get his hand off of it.

"You didn't!" He yelled at Sammy.

"Oh I did." Sammy said starting to laugh.

I started cracking up as Dean tried to pry the bottle of his hand.

"Oh you think this is funny?' He asked me.

"Definitely." I said laughing hysterically.

"Yeah we'll see how funny it is." Dean looked at Sam and winked.

"Hey wait what was that wink? I don't trust you two!"

"Good…you shouldn't." Sam said laughing.