Sam woke up cold on a camp bed in the camper-vans lean-to tent. The door had been shut behind Dean and Evie at about eleven o'clock, and that was that. Only now he really wanted to get warm, and go to the toilet.

The old canvas bed creaked as he sat up and rubbed his head. There was nothing for it. He was going to have to go in. He decided to keep his head resolutely down on the way to Evie's small toilet cum shower. He pulled his pants back on and slipped his feet into his shoes before staggering over to the door. He took a deep breath, and opened it.

All over the small camper van lay tools of their trade. Dean's EMF reader, and the thermal scanner lay next to Evie's versions of the same, some equally odd devices sat beside them on the table, along with a torch, a rock salt cartridge, and what looked like a bowl of gunk. Among all the mess, which Sam knew hadn't been there the night before, Dean was lying back on the longer couch, his mouth wide open, Evie lay with her head on her hands on the table, both asleep, both fully dressed.

Evie stirred and opened her eyes.

"Is it morning already?" She looked out of the window. "Wow."

"I just needed the bathroom," Sam said quietly.

"Help yourself," she answered. Her face was red on one side where it had lain on her hand. She looked at Dean and suppressed a laugh.

By the time Sam returned, she already had the kettle on.

"So, you talked shop all night?"

She saw the twinkle in his eye and grinned.

"Don't laugh. I know, sad isn't it? It's just so great to spend time with someone who loves his job like I do." She passed him a cup of tea. Then she laughed again, trying to keep quiet for Dean's sake. "You still haven't made your mind up about me?"

Sam smiled, but then his face went serious.

"Why are you here, Evie? Why are you in America?"

"I'm looking for someone." She reached into a drawer and pulled out an old picture of a man. Judging by the style, it had probably been taken in the late 70s. "Keep it, I've plenty more. His name's Jack Trevelyan"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Because I have to kill him."

She said it so matter-of-factly that it didn't quite sink in at first. Sam blinked and stuttered.

"You what?"

"Yeah, you what?"

Dean had woken up, and was staring at her from the couch. Unconcerned, she put the kettle back on.

"It's what I was born to do. Raised to do." She laughed sadly. "And you think you guys had an unconventional childhood."

"But why?" Sam asked, glancing at his concerned brother.

"Because I'm the only one who can," she explained with a sigh. She poured milk into Dean's tea and took it to him. "If I don't, it's possible he'll never die, and the damage he'll cause just doesn't bear thinking about."

"May be I'm still foggy," Dean said. "But you're not making much sense."

"He sold his soul to the Devil," she explained.

"I didn't think Witches believed in the Devil," Sam said.

"Well, apparently the Devil doesn't need us to believe in him, he's doing very well without us." She realized immediately she'd answered flippantly. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm so used to this I forget it shocks people. You can't have billions of Christians and Muslims over the centuries believing in a supreme evil being, and not have that being exist. To all intents and purposes, Satan exists, and Jack Trevelyan is one of a long line of people to sell his soul."

"What kind of idiot does that?" Sam asked.

"A lawyer."

"Figures." Dean snorted.

"He thought he'd come up with a full proof deal. Thought he'd figured out a way of beating the Devil at its own game. He didn't of course, but he got close. Close enough for him not to not even realise there's a loophole. It's just my bad luck that I was born with the right ingredients needed to put him out of the world's misery. I've been tracking him for years now, right through Europe, I just missed him in Moscow, and now here. He doesn't know I'm after him, but he knows the Foundation could make his life hard so he keeps his head down."

"The Foundation?" Sam asked, shaking his head.

"It's just a blanket pagan organization. They feel responsible for Jack's defection, so they help me," she explained. "So, can I trust you guys to let me know if you see him?" She looked pointedly at Sam.

Sam put the photo down on the counter.

"You'd be asking me to as good as kill him myself."

"You kill things all the time," she argued.

"She's got a point, Sam," Dean said.

"We don't kill humans," he answered stubbornly.

"But is a person still human if they haven't got a soul?" She asked. "Doesn't a soulless human count as any other type of monster? Just think about that for me." She looked at the clock on her wall without waiting for an answer. "We should have breakfast and get moving. Peter's going to be waiting down at the dock's for Dean to collect the boat soon."

"What boat?"

"The skiff you're going to take round so you can guide Sam and I while we're dangling from our tow ropes. I phoned him last night, asked him to get it supplied for us."

"Just how long have you been in this town?" Sam asked.

"I arrived the morning before you, why?"

"How do you have so many friends already?" Sam asked, mystified.

She cocked her head on one side.

"Because, Sam Winchester, most people trust me."

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Evie left them to get some bacon from the farmer on who's land she was camping.

"Dude, how can you still not trust her?"

Dean demanded, the moment she was out of ear shot.

Sam waved his hands in the air.

"I don't know. Really I don't. There's just something about her. The way she is, the way she's just so good at everything."

"You don't trust her because she's a good hunter?" Dean asked incredulously. He was washing out his mug, which was something Sam thought he'd never seen before.

"I trust her. Kinda." Dean looked at him, frustrated. Sam knew he wasn't making any sense. "I still can't quite get who she reminds me of. And now there's this whole murder thing."

Dean slammed the mug down on the draining board.

"Man, you've got to get over that, this Jack Trevelyan sold his soul, Evie's right, that makes him non-human now."

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, frowning. Dean was always more ready to end human life than he was any way, a thing Evie obviously knew judging by the attention she always seemed to give him when the matter had come up. So far he'd managed to keep his brother on the straight and narrow, Evie's influence might just make his job that much harder. "Besides, we only have her word on all of this."

"She hasn't lied to us yet," Dean muttered. He seemed to be taking this very personally. "And I see you're quite happy to eat her food and accept her help while you're at it."

Dean had started tidying up. Possibly another first. Then, typically, when ever they reached an impasse, he changed the subject.

"Man, she is full of great ideas, see this?" He showed him the bowl of grey gunk. "Flour, water and silver nitrate, you throw it in a werewolf's eyes, it burns them, gives you time to put a bullet in its skull."

Sam let Dean chatter on until Evie got back with bacon and eggs. He was as bothered by the fact that he was bothered as by Evie herself. It was silly to say he didn't trust her, she hadn't done anything to deserve it, and since they were about to scale a cliff together, with nothing but their tow ropes to keep them safe, he figured he'd better get over it.

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Dean dropped them off outside the hotel and sped off for his appointment with Peter and the boat with a smile on his face.

"You sure putting Dean in charge of a speed boat is a good idea?" Sam asked as they watched him go.

Evie picked up the two long iron stakes they would be using to anchor their ropes.

"It's not a speed boat, it's a skiff, and why not? He obviously handles speed well."

"But he's never done it before."

"Sure he has," she answered with a frown. "John and him spent a month in California trying to track down some rogue water sprite…or something…I was pretty exhausted by the time we got to that discussion."

Sam didn't answer. Now she knew stuff about his brother that he didn't know.

Evie peered over the edge of the cliff.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," she said.

"It'll be okay." Sam assured her.

"That's easy for you to say," she said darkly, then looked at him, her eyes were dark and cloudy. "I think I'm the red shirt in all this."

It didn't stop her from hammering the stakes into the ground, while Sam untied the ropes. He looked down, it was crazy what they were about to do, Evie was right, but they had to know; and it wasn't as if any of them had done stupid things before. A boat came buzzing round the headland, framed in spray.

"Here he comes."

Sam fixed the hands-free device that Evie had lent him into his ear.

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Dean was loving it! He pushed the brand new skiff that Evie had magically persuaded a man to lend to a stranger to its limits. The phone rang.

"You wanna focus?" Sam demanded. "It's not getting any warmer."

It was true, the rain was holding off, but the sky was grey, and the wind, though not strong, was coming straight off the ocean with nothing to stop it closer than Cornwall.

Dean got into position, and brought the binoculars to his eyes.

"Okay, I'm ready."

He watched the matchbox figures ease themselves over the edge of the cliff about ten metres away from each other. Dean's job was to look for any promising nooks and crannies where an object could be secured. He had definitely got the best job that day.

Sam glanced over at Evie, he knew from what he was having to do that she had to be strong, they were using nothing but fancy knot work to keep them up, old fashioned methods from the time before climbing got hi-tech. She concentrated on scanning the rock face within her reach. Sam looked down. The tide was out, and below them sharp rocks just waited.

"Hey, Sammy, you gonna do any work here?" Dean's voice came through the ear piece.

Dean laughed as he watched his brother gesticulating like an action toy far above him.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "But check out that ledge below you."

Muttering to himself, Sam dropped a few feet to the next crack in the rock, to his left Evie slipped down and started to examine a new section of the cliff.

Every viable place Sam had investigated so far had been covered in seagull droppings, well, he assumed they were seagulls. This new place Dean had directed him to was clean, more than that, it looked swept.

"I may have something here," he said. Evie instantly stopped what she was doing to watch.

"Be careful," she called. Way below them, Dean jerked the phone from his ear.

"Ow! He yelled at her. "Don't shout!"

Sam tried to lean in, but his entire body seemed to be pushed away. The rope swayed like a pendulum.

"Easy!" Evie warned.

Again he tried to reach for the crack, he could see that it went deeper than usual, a tiny cave just big enough for a hand. Again he was pushed away by an invisible force.

"Can you hold on long enough for me to get there?" Evie called, ignoring Dean's renewed protests.

"Give me one more try," Sam shouted back. Dean nearly shut the phone.

This time Sam moved away from the target, then he pushed hard against the rock face, jumping sideways. He reached out his hand for the hollow, before he could be repulsed he closed his fist around a soft pouch. Then the shock wave hit him, and he was at the epicentre.

From where she was hanging, Evie saw Sam's eyes go blank.

Down below, Dean watched in horror as his brother fell lifeless towards the rocks below them.