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The Glove was burned. Stuart was put to bed and Dirk was taken to his house.
"Thanks man." Dirk smiled.
Dean smiles.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Okay?" Dirk grinned. "I'm awesome. You were an awesome uh man." His face turns worried. "Is Stu gonna be okay?"
"Positive."
Dirk nods.
"I believe you. Well why wouldn't I believe you you're an angel you would never lie."
If only you knew. Dean thought.
"Dean."
Sorry but its true.
Angels lie.
"Well." Dirk puts his hands in his pockets. "I guess this is goodbye."
"Lets hope our paths do not cross again." Dean huffed a laugh. "If you know what I mean."
"Oh yeah yeah." Dirk laughed. "From now on I am gonna be on my best behavior at all times and I will read the Bible. First I gotta buy a Bible then I gotta get a cross."
"You don't need to do that."
"I want to. Knowing you guys exist makes me wanna get into the religious stuff. I better start doing the prays before meals."
"Remember Dirk. Don't tell anyone about me or what happened with the Glove. Don't even tell Stu."
"Stu is gonna have questions."
"If you are a good friend you would not tell him. The man has been through enough."
Dirk sighs.
"I guess you're right but I don't like lying you know."
"I could erase his memory so he doesn't remember."
"He wouldn't want that either." Dirk scratches his head. "I'll figure it out. I better hide the other horror props. Can't have Stu getting his hands on them."
"I think he will stay away from horror from now on."
"Ha yeah. I might do that as well. Might try some rom com."
"Pretty Woman. Julia Roberts is hot in it."
"Oh well the name certainly got my attention. I'll give it ago."
Dean pats Dirk's back.
"Take care."
"You to." Dirk smiled.
Dean flaps his wings and vanishes.
Sam pulls up at a motel. He did a tracking spell to locate Eileen. Although he knew Eileen wouldn't like it because he invaded her privacy Sam needed to know where she was. He is worried. All he kept imagining is finding her corpse and the grief he felt would resurface again.
Sam gets out of the car and goes to the reception desk. He rings the bell and waits.
A woman walks in with a cigarette in her mouth. Her arms are covered in tattoos, her hair is pink and purple and she had a nose piercing.
"Welcome to Cosy Inn." She said her voice flat and her expression bored.
"Hi um I am looking for someone." Sam says.
"Go and look for them." She sighed.
"I need to know what room they are in."
"Can't really share that type of information."
"Please..." Sam looks at the name tag. "Aisha."
Aisha removes her cigarette and squashes it into the ash tray.
"Who is it you are looking for?"
"Ei..." Sam realized Eileen could be using a fake name. "Um she has black hair, brown eyes and um around this tall."
He does an estimate height with his hands.
"Seen her. Room 105." Aisha leans forward and lowers her voice. "I hope you brought a condom."
Sam almost choked. He blushes bright pink. Aisha chuckles and leans back.
"You men just can't wait to get it out of your pants."
"That's not why I am here."
"That's what they all say." Aisha flips open a magazine. "Go get out of here. You look like you need it."
"Uh thanks for your help."
Sam walks up the stairs and looks at every room. He stops at Room 105. The door opens but no one is there. Sam steps in and looks round.
Then pain shoots up his leg and he is suddenly pinned down on the bed. He feels a gun pressed to the back of his head. Then he heard a gasp.
"Oh my."
The pressure comes off his head. Sam turns round. Eileen stood with her mouth hung over. She clearly looked embarrassed.
"Sam." She steps back and quickly puts the gun away. "I am so sorry."
Sam stands up and puts on a smile.
"Its okay."
Eileen furrows her eyebrows.
"How did you find me?"
"Tracking spell."
"Why?"
"Cuz the guys said they haven't heard from you and I was worried so I thought I'll check up on you."
He goes pink and rambles on. It made Eileen smile.
"That's sweet." She says.
"I was just uh..." He laughed nervously. "When hunters lose contact for a long period of time its a big deal you know."
"I know. I'm sorry but I am fine."
"I can see that."
Eileen's expression turns guilty.
"You wasted your trip."
Sam shakes his head.
"No. At least I got to see you."
"I remind you of her." Eileen nodded.
"Well..."
"I understand." Eileen smiled. "Do not worry I won't be going anywhere. I survived my world and I will survive here."
"I know." Sam shifts from foot to foot. "Hey um you wanna go out for dinner...as friends just friends."
Oh God.
"I can't. I have stuff to do."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Maybe another time."
Sam notices a pile of papers by Eileen's bag. His eyes go on the top of the page. Eileen pushes the papers behind her bag and gives Sam a forced smile.
"What was that?" Sam asks.
"Nothing."
Sam moves past her and picks the papers up.
"Psychic committed suicide." As he read on, his eyes widen. "This...this sounds like...like a banshee." He looks at the huntress. "You're hunting a banshee?"
Eileen sighs.
"Yes." She admits.
"Alone?" She nods. "Why?"
"I never got to kill my banshee. I am happy for my other me but I am also jealous that she got revenge and I didn't. I been looking into this case and I thought it's not my banshee but its a banshee if I can kill this one I would be at peace."
"Why do it alone?"
"I want it to be my kill. I felt I had to do this alone. I been looking for it alone for years and suddenly someone helping me it doesn't feel right."
Sam nods with understanding. He puts the article down.
"I helped my Eileen to kill the banshee, so let me help you too."
"I told you I am fine."
"I insist. You should always go into a hunt with back up." Eileen's lips press into a thin line. "It will be your kill. I won't take that away from you. Please let me help you."
Sam's puppy eyes come at full force. Eileen stared into those pleading eyes. She gives in.
"Okay but just you no one else."
"I promise." He nodded.
Eileen sits down and opens the laptop.
"I guess I better go through it with you."
Sam sits next to her.
"That would be great."
She opens a webpage and scrolls down.
"This banshee is targeting psychics." She explained. "Two have died so far. They are all from the same group." She turns the laptop towards him. "Russell's Band of Freaks."
"Band of Freaks?"
"It's a show. Russell is the ringleader and all his acts are psychics. Each psychic has a different ability. One can do fire one can move objects one can see the future etc."
" A banshee targets people who are vulnerable. Why is it targeting psychics?"
"That's what I am trying to find out. I was planning on seeing them today."
"Can I go with you?"
"Sure. I suppose two FBIs is better than one."
"I'll go and get ready...in...in the car."
He stands up and goes to open the door. He then stumbles back. Aisha also goes back.
"Were you listening in on us?" Sam frowned.
Aisha holds up a pile of towels and puts on a smile.
"Room service."
Sam rolls his eyes and walks out. Eileen goes to the door.
"Thank you." She says.
Eileen takes the towels and shuts the door on the woman's face.
Aisha grumbled.
"Fine."
She walks down the stairs and goes back into the reception area.
Dean slips on his usual flannel and jeans after taking a shower. He puts his boots on and looks in the mirror.
"You can look now." He says.
His reflection turns round. Dean checks himself over.
"Now what?" Michael asks.
Dean goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge.
"Food."
He gets out a packet of bacon. The hunter paused when he heard the door open.
"Dean!"
Dean smiled when he heard the former nephilim's voice. Michael well Michael was freaking out.
"Jack is here!"
Dean ignored the archangel's sudden anxiety and walks into the main room to greet him.
"Hey."
Dean gets met with a hug. He gasped as Jack crushed him.
"Jack." Cas puts the bags down. "I think you're hurting him."
"Oh." Jack pulls away. "Sorry."
Dean chuckles.
"Its alright."
"I haven't seen you for ages and I missed you."
Dean beams at him.
"I missed you to buddy." He looks at his new arrivals and nods. "You guys hungry?"
"I don't need to eat." Cas replied.
Dean rolled his eyes at that.
"I'm good." Jack answered.
Dean hears Michael groan. He knew how badly the archangel wanted to talk to his nephew.
"Dean."
"Yeah Jack?"
"Jack." Cas spoke his voice stern.
"No Castiel. I waited too long now."
Jack looks at the hunter.
"I want to talk to Michael. I want to talk to him now."