Seth stopped the car and stared at the house behind the electric fence. When he escaped that place last year alongside Dean and the two dogs Pepper and Chili that he now was the owner of, he had sworn never to come back. Him and Dean had sworn to each other never to speak of this place again. Not to each other and most certainly not to anyone else.

"Fuck my life," he mumbled.

He got out of the car and stepped up to the fence. He couldn't get to the other side due to the electricity running through it.

"What am I doing here?" He asked lowly.

He knew why but it was hard for him to understand why he felt a need to make sure Marcia was still in there. He also wanted to know if she was okay. A year had passed and he knew it would be time for her to feed again. She had to feed once a year. He was scared she might suffer a slow death on the other side if she didn't get to eat, even if death might seem like the best thing that could happen to her.

His eyes widened when that tall, pale yellow, woman-like figure stepped out of the front door. Her black eyes were planted on him right away. She didn't break eye contact or even blink once as she walked towards him.

"Marcia," he whispered.

That low growling he remembered clearly started again. Whatever she was, she couldn't speak. She could only growl and communicate with her body language.

"I don't even know why I'm here," he started. "Are you okay?"

She just continued staring and growling.

"Shit, I don't know what to do," Seth said. "How can I help you? Are there more like you out there that I can somehow reach? Are you even from earth? Where do you belong to? I need to know how I can help you, Marcia. I need to fucking know."
"I figured I would find you here," Dean said.

Seth jumped startled and turned to see Dean. He had been so focused on Marcia that he hadn't even heard Dean's car pull up.

"What are you doing here?" Seth asked.
"No, what are you doing here?" Dean asked. "We agreed to not go here again. I knew you would. You got a soft heart when it comes to things you don't understand. You can't solve every puzzle in the world, Seth."
"I wanna help her!" Seth raised his voice.
"You can't help her!" Dean yelled back.
"She needs to eat!" Seth yelled.
"And who the fuck are you gonna feed to her? Are you gonna offer yourself or me? How about one of our friends?" Dean yelled.

The growling got lower. They both turned their heads to see Marcia had gone back into the house.

"No, wait! Marcia! Come back!" Seth yelled.
"Let her go," Dean said.
"You can leave!" Seth hissed.
"I'm not going anywhere. If I can't make you leave her alone, I'm gonna help you figure it out," Dean sighed. "I don't judge you for wanting to help, Seth. If I did, I wouldn't have come here to begin with."
"Wait, she's coming back," Seth said.

Marcia came walking back and held up a magazine. It was open on an article about a man named Batista.

"Batista has spent years collecting items around the world that no one had been able to find," Seth read. "You will be surprised at what I hide in my house, Batista says with a smirk on his face. That's all he's willing to give. His secrets stay with him."
"Great, another one of those eccentric idiots," Dean said.
"Is he the one who sold you to Trish?" Seth asked.

Dean shut up as soon as that question was out there. He turned his eyes to Marcia. Both men could see it. She didn't need to say anything. Those black eyes gave away the answer.

"I knew you could understand me," Seth said. "We need to find him, Dean. He might know how we can help her."
"Oh, he can help, alright, but not in the way you picture it," Dean said.
"What do you mean?" Seth asked.
"Let's go back to my place first. I need to pack some things and then we'll figure out where that idiot lives so we can pay him a visit," Dean said.
"What are you gonna do to him?" Seth asked.
"Nothing I haven't done before," Dean smirked. "The real question is, what is she going to do him?"