My cousin broke his neckand other stuff happned. so I was kinda out of ideas at the moment.

The night had been a total bust.. Cecilia was dead and with her went any leads as to what was happening with those missing people. Sam and the sisters called it a night and headed off to their separate rooms.

What Sam hadn't expected was to find the door to his shared room to be on the ground. It looked like it was ripped from the hinges. Was something following them?

He took a deep breath and carefully stepped over the fallen door and entered the room. Everything seemed normal enough. The floor was still covered in trash and clothing.

The bed his brother chose was occupied and that gave him some sort of relief. Still the matter of what happened to the door was unanswered.

"Sam?"

Startled, Sam tripped over his feet before he answered back.

"Yeah?"

"Fix the door." Dean went back to sleep.

Now Sam wasn't carpenter but he knew that placing a door back couldn't be that difficult. He broke down doors before but how hard could it be to put them back in place? Apparently, it would have been better if he were a master carpenter.

The door refused to stay in place. After the sixth try and second noise complain the turned the door sideways and placed it on the ground.

Sam wandered over to his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head made contact with his pillow.

Agoura Hills, California

A young woman appeared to be speaking to a cup of tea. The former residents of the house she took refugee in laid behind her, quite disfigured.

"What do you mean our plans have changed? What possibly could have happened?"

Unforeseen change of plans is all. Something has occurred that no one could have anticipated.

"What does that mean? What happened? Did they find out-"

Fortunately they have not figured that out yet.

"Then what's the problem?"

The older brother has undergone a change. He is more of a threat to our well being. He can no longer be handled without proper precaution

"What kind of change?"

You'll see. But for now, stay away from them. I have something else for you to occupy your time in the meantime.

"I understand. What do you need me to do?"

After she received her order, she smiled and said her goodbye. She might not be killing a Winchester but she still was going to have fun.

The next morning Sam felt a strange sensation on his face. Wet. His hand reached for his face and he tapped his cheek before sitting up.

"Finally. I've been trying to wake you for the past ten minutes. Get packed we're leaving."

"What? We didn't finish-"

"We have better things to do. Like finding dad and sending your sorry ass back to college."

" What's your-"

Dean's response was throwing clothes at Sam and heading in the bathroom.

After ten minutes of packing and unbearable tension and silence, everything was packed and they were ready to move on.

Sam chose to break the silence. He was quite used to doing this.

"Why do you suddenly want o find dad? Last week you said we should forget that and wait for dad to-

"That was last week. This is now. Now shut up"

"What's your problem? This can't be a caffeine withdrawal. . ."

"There is no problem. In fact for the first time in years everything is fine."

Sam was unconvinced but chose to not push anything.

Elsewhere

Why are we back here? We should have called the police like yesterday."

"And say what exactly? Something possibly demonic killed our evil grandmother?"

"She went from crazy old hag to our grandmother huh?"

"Upgrades are always a possibility. Besides I saw something last night. It's in one of the books." She picked two or three before she found the one she wanted. There was an oddly family blonde.

She handed it to Davan respectively.

"Is that Laney? The dead girl?"

"Yeah, says so on the back minus "the dead girl" part but it's her."

Mona had dragged her sister back to Cecilia's office in the morning. She seemed quite at ease. Struck with sudden inspiration Moan began to go thru the draws of her desk.

"Eureka!" She had found more pictures. On backs of them were an option of being a candidate of a gift. Most were yes. Two caused the girls to pale. One was a picture of Davan. She was nixed. The other was

"I know that guy!" They shouted in unison.

"And why am I not a candidate?" Davan asked disgusted.

"Who cares. What does it mean anyway? What gift?"

Mona then proceeded to name off random objects and animals that thought would make a "sweet gift." While she was doing that Davan chose to ignore her by doing more investigating. She went through draws and even skimmed the pages of some of the books.

She did find something that may be the answertothe "gift."

"Mona shut up and look at this." Mona lightly punched her sister's shoulder and took the book from her.

"Demon transference? What is that?"

"It's like possession but the host becomes a demon instead just being inhabited by one."

"I did not know that was possible.'

"It's rare."

"Oh."