Tears felt soundlessly and freely down Isabel's cheeks as she watched her cousins' car drive away. She wiped them off as she heard footsteps behind her. The time to really fall apart would come later for her, not in front of them.

"All that power" She heard Missouri say "How could he not know you were here?"

"They can't know I'm here yet" John said "It's not time"

She took a deep breath. She hadn't realized John had been in the house all along. Missouri was right, how could Sam not have felt it?

"Isabel, are you OK honey?" Missouri asked as they reached her and stood in front of the window with her.

She chose not to dignify the psychic's question with an answer, especially when she already had to know what it was. She turned to John and watched him in silence. This was now the second time he'd taken her cousins from her and left her completely alone, and even though he had a good reason, it was impossible to not resent him, even a little. Sure the demon was connected to Sam somehow, but Isabel couldn't help but think that, had John just let Mary's death go, this thing would not have set out to bring down the Winchester men, hitting them where it hurt most.

"I hope you know what you're doing, John" She said steadily.

He looked at her but didn't say anything. He had nothing to say. He hoped he knew what he was doing too. But had he done the right thing by taking Isabel from his boys? He couldn't be sure. Still, he thought, better safe than sorry.

"It's for the best dear" Missouri said "Trust me"

"I need one more favor from you Isabel" John said gently.

She looked at him wearily. What could he possibly want now? He could ask her to donate a kidney right now and it would still be easier than what she'd just had to do.

"What is it?" She whispered.

"I need you to send Dean these coordinates" He said handing him a piece of paper with number handwritten on it "A week from today"

"What are they for?" She asked in confusion.

"For a place in Rockford, Illinois" John said "It's a haunting"

She sighed "What do I say when he asks where I got them from?" She asked then narrowed his eyes at him "I'm not going to lie to them"

"Can you block your number so he doesn't know they came from you?"

She let out a big breath and closed her eyes. She didn't want to do this. She really, really, really didn't want to do this.

"I guess, but…"

"Isabel, please?" He pleaded "I will call them when it's safer. But I can't right now. This is important"

"Fine" She said "But if they ask me straight out if I've seen or talked to you, I will not lie to them, John. I owe them more than that and remember…" She said harshly "… I don't owe you anything"

"I know" He said placing a kiss on her temple as he headed out the door "Thank you for this"

"Uncle John?" She called out to him.

"Yeah" His hand rested on the doorknob and he turned to her.

"You'll find this thing, won't you?" She asked "Promise me you'll finish this soon"

He nodded and smiled "We will" He said "Take care sweetheart"

He watched her, probably waiting for her to call him on the use of the pet name she'd specifically asked him never to use on her. But she didn't. Not knowing when and if she'd ever see him again, she just let it go.

"You too"

And just as quickly as he walked into her life, he left again, leaving both women alone in the house. A bell from the kitchen chimed and Isabel jumped slightly, turning to Missouri.

"The cookies are done" Missouri said with a smile "Would you like some, honey?"

"What kind?" Isabel asked, now interested not because she was hungry but because sugar always had the ability to make things seem better.

"Peanut butter"

"They're my favorite"

Missouri smiled even wider and nodded "I know"

Isabel chuckled quietly and turned to the window again "Of course you do"

"I made them just for you" Missouri said walking back into the kitchen and leaving Isabel alone in the room.

Yep, Isabel thought to herself cynically, alone again. Surprisingly, she wasn't as devastated as she had been the first time around. Yes, it was going to be hard to start her life again, but this time she was not on her own. Whether they were with her or not, she had Sam and Dean in her life now, and she knew they would drop their entire lives without a second thought if she needed them. All it would take was a phone call. She'd also found out the real reason her uncle had turned her back on her, and though she didn't like it, it finally gave her a sense of closure.

She smiled to herself and nodded in approval, this whole thing had actually turned out better than she could have ever hoped for. She headed towards the kitchen with a renewed sense of peace and acceptance. Now, about these peanut butter cookies.

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AN: Well, as the title of this chapter suggests, it was the last one and the story is now over. I'm very sad, but I had to finish it somewhere. I haven't thought of anything to follow this, but I think I may write something to fit into the later part of season 1. Maybe the boys could visit Isabel in Lawrence and the three could get drawn into something supernatural before they leave her again to find the demon.

In any case, I want to thank you all for reading and for your friendly and wonderful reviews. I really enjoyed writing this. But now that I'm done writing, maybe I'll finally have time to read some fanfics.

Toodles, AT