Part Ten: I See Dead People: Part One

Another week, another case. Sam, Dean and Reese headed toward Sioux Falls, North Dakota to check out the demonic omens that were popping up out of nowhere. They had called Bobby to see if he had come up with anything and to their surprise, he wasn't picking up the phone. So they checked around for witnesses and stumbled over one. They agreed to follow it up and they changed in to their 'FBI' attire and got to work. Sam once more tried to call Bobby as they stepped out of the Impala and into the diner.

"'Bobby, listen. When you get this message, call, okay." he hung up.

"Is he still not home?" Reese asked, buttoning up her jacket.

"How far can he get in that chair?" Dean pipped. Reese smacked his arm as they entered the diner. They stood in the front of the diner for a moment before Sam stepped between Dean and Reese.

"So, what do we do?" he asked. Dean saw a grungy man sitting in the back of the diner alone. He nodded his way.

"Guess we do it ourselves." the trio walked over to the man and took their seats. Reese sat beside the man while Sam and Dean sat in front. The waitress came and poured him a cup of coffee. Reese began asking him if he had seen anything strange in the last fews days. The man quietly nodded. With the prolonged silence, Dean spoke first.

"Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your words."

"Call me Digger." the man said.

"Digger?" Reese asked. Digger nodded.

"Who gave you that name?" Dean asked, biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

"I did." Digger proudly said.

"You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that." Reese said, furrowing her brow.

"Who died and made you queen?" Reese tightened her fist before Sam stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Okay! Why don't you tell us what you saw?" Digger sighed.

"I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out and Benny dead." Dean pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it up for Digger to see.

"If this the guy you saw?"

"He was all covered in mud, but yeah. That's Clay."

"And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Reese asked.

"Yep."

"And you're positive that it was him?" Reese asked once more.

"You calling me a liar?"

"What's with attitude?" Reese said through her teeth. She was getting more and more agitated the longer they sat there.

"No, no, no. Mr. Wells, we're not calling you a liar. Look, can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would wanna kill Benny Sutton?" Digger laughed.

"Hell yeah. Well, five years ago Benny's the one who killed Clay in the first place."

"Is that a fact?" Dean asked, leaning against the window seal.

"Well, yeah. So called hunting accident. But if you ask me, Clay came back from the grave to get a little pay back."

"Go on." Dean urged. Before Digger could continue he looked up and his demeanor changed. Reese noticed and looked to where Digger had looked and saw a female Sheriff looked directly at them. Digger sighed.

"Heads up. Fargo."

"Digger." her voice sounded.

"Sheriff." Digger said in a quiet voice.

"Gentlemen and lady. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure." All three hunters pulled out their badges and held them up.

"Agents Dorfman, Neidermeyer, and McDowell. FBI." Dean said.

"Welcome to Sioux Falls. Can I ask what you're doing with Digger here?"

"Oh, they're just doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff." Mills tried to keep from laughing as she eyed the three hunters before her.

"The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?"

"We're just asking a few questions, that's all." Reese said.

"Of course, if a dead man didn't commit murder, then who did?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the Sheriff. She squared her shoulders and poured anger toward Dean.

"Where did you say your jurisdiction was again?"

"Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States Government sends us." Reese kicked Dean's shin under the table.

"Oh yeah. How about me and your supervisor have a chat about that."

"Absolutely." Sam said, pulling out a card from his wallet that was in his jacket pocket. Sam handed the card to the sheriff and she began dialing the numbers. After a moment she began speaking.

"Agent Willis this is Sheriff Jody Mills of…" she stopped and looked puzzled for a moment. "Bobby?" she asked. The hunters gulped. Jody looked down at the hunters. "Is this Bobby Singer?" another moment. "Bull Crap." she closed her cell phone with a hard click. "FBI huh?" Sam struggled with his words as he put the card back into his wallet.

"So you know Bobby Singer?" Sam chuckled.

"That is a fun coincidence." Dean laughed. Reese simply put her head in her hands.

"Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here. Ass full of drunk and disorderlies and mail fraud. You understand me?"

"I think we can all agree that you made yourself perfectly clear, yes." Reese stated, keeping her tone even.

"So whatever you four are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten four on that 'agents'?" The hunters simply nodded and Jody walked away. Once she was outside and out of sight, Reese smacked the table.

"What the hell was that? She knows Bobby! She knew that was Bobby! Our cover was blown! How the hell…"

"Reese! Calm down. We'll figure it out. Let's just head over to Bobby's to see what's what." Dean said as the three got up and left while Digger just sat in silence as they walked out of the diner.

Reese knocked on the door and turned around to look at the brothers before the door swung open slowly. Bobby sat in a button up shirt, a nice pair of jeans and his hair washed and combed. Reese narrowed her eyes before stepping around him to enter the house.

"Sure, come on in." Bobby grumbled as he turned around to lead the boys into the house.

"Do you know how many times we called? Where've you been?" Dean asked. Bobby turned his wheelchair around to look at the boys. Reese leaned against the desk with her arms crossed. She had a bad feeling running through her body and she didn't like it one bit.

"Playing murderball." Reese could hear the agitation in Bobby's voice. Dean sniffed the air.

"What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?"

"What are you, my mother? Bite me." Dean closed his mouth.

"Bobby, seriously…" Sam proposed.

"I've been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil." an annoyed tone slipped through his lips.

"Find anything?" Reese asked.

"What do you think?" his voice softened as he looked at his adopted daughter. Reese kept her eyes on him.

"Bobby, it's just, uh, there's a case less than five miles from your house." Sam said, taking a seat on the table.

"What, the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?"

"You knew about this?" Dean asked.

"Hell, yes. I checked into it already. Nothing here."

"Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder." Sam popped.

"What witness? Digger Wells?"

"Yeah, so?" Dean asked, raising his arms.

"So he's a drunk."

"What about the lightening storms? They look like omens." Sam declared.

"Except in February in South Dakota, in storm season." Reese narrowed her eyes again. "Guys, I thought it was something too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

"So who killed the guy?" Reese finally asked, her voice low and preying.

"Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-A son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long who wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass."

"So you're telling us nothing." Reese asked once more. Bobby shrugged.

"Sorry, looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one." Reese mumbled to herself before walking back outside. Dean watch her leave and followed her.

"Well, thanks anyway Bobby. We'll see ya around." Sam said before following the other two out to the car.

Before the trio got too far out of town, Reese sat up between the boys. "Go to the graveyard, Dean."

"What for?" he asked, pulling onto the road.

"I just have a hunch."

"What, you think Bobby was lying?"

"Not lying. Hiding something. I've known that man most of my life. I know when he's up to something." the boys nodded in agreement before pulling up next to the St. Anthony's Cemetery. The got out of the Impala, opened the trunk and grabbed a shovel and a duffel bag full of salt and a few boxes of matches. They pulled their flash lights from their jacket pockets and surveyed the area. Dean started to whistle a tune before Sam called for them to look at the gravestone in front of them. Reese read the name carved into the rock and it read 'Clay James Thompson'. She shined her light toward the ground to see the dirt moved and wet.

"That look fresh to you?" She asked.

"Yeah." the boys answered. Dean looked around to see if he saw any people, he nodded to Sam and they both began digging. Sam jumped into the six foot hole and shoveled more dirt and gravel before hitting the top of the wooden coffin. He threw his shovel up on the level ground and opened it. Only to find it empty. He sighed.

"What is going on here?" Dean looked at his brother and Reese and shook his head.

"I don't know but something stinks." Dean said.

"I told you, somebody is hiding something." Reese said coming to stand by Dean.

"Let's go hit Clay's house. Maybe we'll find something there." They all nodded in agreement before piling back into the car and headed toward Clay's house. They parked a block from the house and walked the rest of the way. They walked onto the porch and Reese pulled out a little bag with her lock pick supplies. She pulled the tools she needed and fumbled with the lock. Once she heard the small tick, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. The boys followed her slowly, trying not to make any noise. Dean turned to Sam and nodded that he go the other direction of the house. Dean laced his fingers around Reese's hand and got her to follow him. Reese let go of his hand and ran her hand down his arm before looking on the other side of the room. Dean smiled to himself and turned slowly, only to almost have his head knocked off by a wooden baseball bat. Reese jumped around quickly to see Dean stumble. She leaped forward and jumped on the mans back. She laid two hard punches on the back of his head before she jumped off of him. She ran over to Dean and helped him to his feet as Sam entered the room with his shot gun at the ready. The man fell to his knees and raised his hand in defense.

"Don't shoot me, please. There's money in the safe." His voice was extremely calm.

"We don't want your money." Dean said.

"What do you want? Anything, please."

"You're Clay Thompson, right?" Sam asked, holding his gun tightly.

"Who are you?" Clay asked, standing to his feet. Reese cleared her throat.

"FBI."

"FBI?" Clay asked. "Oh my God this is about Benny."

"What about Benny?" Dean asked, grabbing Reese's arm and pulling her behind him.

"He killed me, he shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?"

"Hold up. Are you confessing?" Dean asked.

"Please. I'll go with you. Just don't wake my kids."

"You'll go with us where?" Sam asked.

"Jail." Clay said, as if he was telling them how to do their jobs. Reese pushed around Dean once more.

"Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson and you died… five years ago?" she asked, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Yes."

"And three days ago, you climbed out of your grave and killed Benny."

"Yes."

"So, you are, in fact, a dead guy."

"I guess, I don't know what I am."

"Clay?" a woman's voice sounded and the four of them turned around to see Clay's wife creeping around the corner. "I called 911."

"It's okay honey. These people are the FBI. They're here about Benny." Dean turned his light off and straightened his back.

"Why don't you come with us Mr. Thompson. I think that'd be best." Clay nodded and grabbed his jacket and the four of them walked outside. Reese reached into her jacket and pulled out her pistol. Sam put his hand on her shoulder.

"He's a monster, Sam." Sam shook his head.

"He's a soccer dad."

"What do you want to do with him?" Before he could answer, bright lights stopped them in their tracks and Sheriff Jody Mills had her gun trained on them with another cop shining the light.

"Freeze! Drop your guns." Sam and Reese dropped their weapons onto the ground.

"Whoa whoa easy. Remember the guy you said was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder?" Dean asked, he pointed over to Clay. "There he is." Jody put her gun back in it's holster and raised her brow.

"And?"

"And?" Reese asked. "And you're welcome for catching the undead killer zombie!"

"Whatever he is or isn't, that don't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street." Jody said, walking toward her.

"Shoot me?!" Clay yelled. Jody looked over to him with a smile.

"You're free to go Mr. Thompson." she said, putting Reese into cuffs while the other cop did the same with Sam and Dean.

"Free to go?" Reese yelled.

"I can't believe you were gonna kill me."

"You're a zombie!" Reese spat.

"I'm a taxpayer." Clay walked back into the house while Jody and the other officer hauled the hunter's into the patrol car. Reese scoffed and looked to the boys with her mouth agape. Dean shrugged as they all took to the back seat and rode to the police station. Reese made her phone call to the only person she could think of. She walked back to the boys and put her head in her hands. Dean laid a comforting hand on her back.

"Bobby's on his way…" she sighed.

"I'm surprised he actually answered the phone." Dean snorted. Sam let out a sigh and slid his hands in his pockets. Dean looked up at his little brother. "So what? the sheriff's on the take?" Sam shrugged.

"What, the zombies are paying her off?" Sam walked to the front of the cell as two officers opened the door and he saw Bobby talking to Jody. "Hey." Sam said, getting the other's attention. Dean looked first.

"So, what, now they're friends?" Reese looked up from her hands and saw Bobby and Jody look their direction. She narrowed her eyes at them.

"Something isn't right guys. I'm getting a really bad feeling." she said quietly, letting her hands fall to her knees. She watched Bobby and Jody exchange a few more words before she walked over and released them. Sam and Dean thanked the sheriff and Sam took hold of Bobby's wheelchair as they made their exit. Reese walked behind the boys and Bobby, keeping her eyes on Bobby's back.

"Bobby, I thought the sheriff hated you." Sam whispered.

"She did, till about five days ago."

"What happened five days ago?" Dean asked.

"The dead started rising all over town." Reese cocked her head to the side. Her bad feeling was starting to get worse. The boys looked at each other.

"You knew about this?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"I think what Sam meant to say is, you lied to us?" Reese asked, walking around to stop their movements. Bobby grabbed his wheels and turned to look at them.

"Look, I told you there was nothing here, and there isn't. Not for you." Bobby kept his eyes on Reese, not looking to the boys.

"There are zombies here." Dean said.

"There's zombies and then there's 'zombies'." They all remained silent. Bobby sighed as he turned around. "Come with me." he led them to his van and the Impala. They all climbed into their respective vehicles and made their way back to Bobby's place.

The group of hunters pulled into the driveway of Singer Auto Salvage. Reese kept getting a wave of bad vibes as they pulled up next to the house. As they were making their way into the house Bobby stopped them before they got to the front door. He turned and looked at Reese. "Give me your pistol." Reese flinched with confusion.

"Why?" Reese asked, pulling her .45 pistol from her waistband. Bobby held out his hand.

"Just give it to me." Reese hesitated before handing it over. She looked up at Dean who shrugged before they walked through the front door. Bobby took off his hat and threw it against the table in the hall way.

"Bobby, you wanna tell us what the hell is—" Reese stopped in her tracks as she saw two women walk from the kitchen. Dean stopped a step in front of her before walking backwards to stand beside her. Sam stopped also.

"Oh, hey." the older woman said. She looked at the three hunters with a smile. She looked extremely pale and she had almost black bags under her eyes. As if she hadn't gotten sleep in the last hundred years. "We didn't realize you were bringing company."

"It's 4 a.m., girls. You didn't need to cook."

"Oh, please, I'll get some more plates." she said walking back into the kitchen. They were all silent for a moment.

"Who was that?" Dean asked.

"Karen, my wife." Bobby said in a steady tone.

"Your new wife?"

"My dead wife." Dean looked at him. Sam took a step forward, leaving Reese hid behind the two bulky men.

"And who is that?" Sam asked, pointing to the younger woman, standing with her hands on her hips and her hair in a long red braid. She was also pale and sleep deprived. Bobby let out a breath.

"Athena Nyles. Reese's sister." Dean heard Reese choke back a sob behind him. He turned and saw tears running down her cheeks. He looked at Bobby with anger in his eyes. Reese had told him about how Athena had died and how she burned her body. Reese had told him everything. And now her dead sister is standing in Bobby's dining room. Reese stood in a stupor. Her sister had been dead for years and now she was standing right in front of her.

"This is why you wanted my gun." she choked. Bobby nodded slowly.

"I know how you like to shoot first and ask questions later." the statement didn't have any humor in it, but Reese laughed.

"You have to be kidding me! Seriously! You don't find this a bit unnatural? Two people, who have been dead and burned to ash for years don't just suddenly come back without some kind of deal or something supernatural going on." Reese had finally broke. Dean kept his hand on her shoulder to keep her from losing herself completely. "Bobby, you can't honestly sit there and say you're okay with this!" Reese starting crying again. When Bobby remained silent, she slapped Dean's hand off her shoulder and stormed back outside toward the Impala. Athena looked to Bobby and the boys before following her out. Dean watched as the tall red haired woman past by him. His nose crinkled as she walked by. She didn't even smell alive. Before Dean could argue, Karen came back into the dining room with more plates, forks and a fresh apple pie. Karen urged them to sit and she cut them all a small piece of pie. Dean couldn't resist.

Reese sat on the hood of the Impala with her legs crossed and one of Dean's jackets draped around her shoulders. Hidden in her hand was her machete. The same one Athena had been using when she was killed. Reese's ears perked at the sound of gravel crunching under boots. She prayed to God that it was Dean, but the boot sounds weren't heavy enough. And they didn't sound like his pigeon toe, bow legged steps either. She mentally smiled to herself. How she could memorize Dean's steps was unknown to her, but she was happy that she could remember them. She had fallen in love with Dean some time ago, and things were going really good, considering the looming apocalypse. But what's a hunter to do. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knuckles knocking on the hood of the car. Reese turned her head away from the sound.

"Don't touch the car. Dean doesn't like it." she said quietly.

"Well, he sounds prissy." Athena's voice rang through her ears, she cringed. Reese remained silent for a moment.

"I burned your body. How in the hell are you here? Your ashes aren't even in this state." she said hopping off the Impala and her hand closing tighter around her weapon. Athena shrugged.

"I dunno, Rie. All I know is Uncle Bobby really knows how to test monsters." she said, cocking her hip.

"Because you are a monster. You shouldn't even be here." Reese said through clenched teeth. Athena crossed her arms.

"Reese, can we please go inside where it's warm and we all can figure this out." Reese walked around her sister and stopped.

"You stay the hell away from me. In my opinion, as well as yours, what's dead, should stay dead." she turned on her heel and made her way back into the house to hear Bobby reading something. She stepped into the kitchen and walked over to Dean and placed her hand on his shoulder. Dean looked down as she laid the machete on the table and kept her eyes on Bobby as he read.

"And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe. And I saw since he had risen, they too shall rise and from him and through him." he said, laying the giant bible on the table.

"So what, Death is behind this?" Dean asked, laying his hand on Reese's.

"'Death' Death? Like, Grim Reaper, Death?" Sam asked. Bobby nodded.

"Great. Another horseman." Reese said, tightening her hold on Dean's shoulder. "Why would Death raise all these people in a little town like Sioux Falls?" Bobby shrugged again. Sam got up and walked around to grab the bible and began flipping though the pages.

"You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are…" Dean paused. "It's not good. You know what we have to do here." Bobby and Reese remained silent, knowing what Dean had meant. Was Reese happy to have her sister back? Yes. Is she happy for the way she came back? No. And Dean was right. They had to kill them. Again. Reese looked at Bobby, seeing the pain behind his eyes. He let out a short sigh.

"She doesn't remember anything, you know."

"What do you mean?" Reese asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Being possessed. Me killing her, her coming back…"

"Bobby—" Dean started but Bobby waved his hand at him.

"No, no, don't 'Bobby' me. Just—" His words were cut short when Karen started humming in the other room. Reese looked up and saw her moving around through the cracked doors. Through the small sliver she saw Athena leaning against the counter, watching Karen with a smile. Reese looked down and tried not to let her emotions get the better of her. "Just listen, okay?" Bobby said quietly. They all listened for a moment. "She hums when she cooks. She always used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell." his bottom lip trembled. Reese took a seat beside Dean and watched her adoptive uncle's walls crumble. "And I never thought I would hear it again." He shrugged off the moment. "Look, just read Revelation. The dead rise during the Apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad. Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess."

"Bobby, you're in denial." Reese said quietly. Bobby shot her a look. Dean leaned forward.

"And what would you do if you were us?" he said. Bobby's face saddened. He looked at his adoptive children. They all waited for him to answer. He was fighting a battle within himself. Reese realized that she was doing the same. Bobby shrugged.

"I know what I'd do. And I know what you think you gotta do. But I'm begging you." he pleaded as Karen continued to hum in the background. "Please. Leave her be." his voice broke. Reese shook her head and got up from the table with a force that caused Athena to stand straight and watch her younger sister leave the house. Athena sighed and let her. The boys took that as their cue and followed her out. Sam and Dean saw her sitting on the trunk of the Impala, trying to hold herself together. Dean saw her wrap herself tighter in her jacket before nodding to Sam to get in the car. Dean walked slowly to her.

"You okay?" Reese remained quiet and looked the other way. She hated when she couldn't keep her emotions in check, and she hated it when Dean saw her that way. "Reese?" he asked again.

"No. I'm not okay, Dean. My dead sister is making freaking pies in Bobby's kitchen." a tear ran down her cheek. Out of instinct, Dean reached to her and wiped it clean. Reese leaned into his hand as she choked out a sob. Seeing Athena and hearing her speak as if nothing had happened hurt her heart, and she knew that even the strongest hunters had a weak spot. Dean stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. He felt his shirt become damp with her tears. He whispered sweet nothings to her as she let out some of the emotions she kept bottled in for so many years. They stood like that for a while before Dean offered they go get something to eat and maybe some coffee. Reese agreed and they both piled into the Impala and headed to the diner. What they didn't see was Athena watching them from inside the house with a sour look plastered on her face. She let out a long breath and decided to follow them.

Sam, Dean and Reese sat near the door of the diner, sipping on the coffee. Sam picked up his spoon and shoveled a few spoon full's into his mug and began stirring. He scoffed. "So, what do you guys think?"

"There's nothing to think about." Dean said, taking another sip. "We're not gonna leave Bobby with the bride of Frankenstein and I'm not gonna watch Reese break herself apart because of her sister." Reese looked up at him and took a sip of her coffee, but remained quiet.

"Then what do you wanna do? Walk in in front of Bobby and blow her away?" Dean cocked his head.

"If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there. For Reese too."

"I love how you guys talk like I'm not right here." Reese said, quietly. Dean turned and laid a hand on her knee.

"I"m just saying. I know it sucks, but I'm not willing to lose two people I care about when I can easily take care of this." Reese nodded and Sam sighed.

"Fine, Let's see what else we can find out." They all agreed and stood to leave. As Dean threw a bill on the counter, Reese turned and saw Athena leaning against the Impala. She grabbed Dean's hand and got him to look at that direction.

"She's on my car." he said, as she took a step forward but Reese stopped him.

"I'll handle it. You two stay here." Reese patted her back to make sure she still had her pistol tucked in her waist band. She walked out of the diner and stalked toward her sister. "Dean doesn't like it when people touch his car." Athena snorted.

"You shouldn't even know what Dean Winchester likes and doesn't like." Athena said, standing straight and crossing her arms. Reese stopped in front of her sister. Athena was still a few inches taller than her and her hair was a greyish red, due to being dead. Reese pursed her lips.

"Well, things change." she shrugged.

"What are you doing, Rie. You remember what I told you about them. How dangerous they are. What are you thinking?" she said, stepping forward. Inside, Dean paced at the door.

"I don't like this." he said, Sam sat on the bar stool and watched the scene before him.

"She's gotta figure this out, Dean. Reese is a big girl, she'll be fine." Dean grunted and stopped to look at Reese and Athena.

"It doesn't matter what I'm thinking. Your opinion doesn't matter either. You're dead." Athena was taken aback. Reese had never had that attitude before she died. Reese was a quiet hunter, stuck to the research and she would kill if needed.

"What happened to you?" Athena asked, shaking her head. "How did you meet them?" Reese sighed.

"We met on a hunt. A werewolf case in upstate New York." Athena nodded.

"And Dean?"

"What about Dean?" Athena had the sudden urge to get violent. But she pushed it back down.

"Are you two together?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It just does."

"Like, I said, your opinion doesn't matter. How the hell did you come back? I burned your body. Your ashes are in Kentucky, miles away. How are you here?" Athena sighed.

"Karen and I were brought back for a reason. Two different reasons but more or less the same. Hunting and being with the Winchesters is a bad idea. You know they brought the Apocalypse on, right?"

"And?" Reese said, crossing her arms and cocking her hip. "Your point? They're trying to fix it. We've gotten rid of two horseman already. Sam and Dean have more than paid their dues and done their time."

"Oh, I know all about 'doing time' Reese. I know about Dean and his time in the pit. I know about Sam and the demon blood. None of that matters?" Reese shrugged, she knew about the Winchesters past and that's what she deemed it to be, their past.

"It's in the past Athena. Just like you. Now either step away from the Impala or I can blow your head off right here." she said, pulling her pistol out of her waistband. Dean and Sam saw from inside and made their way outside to stand behind Reese. Dean pulled his pistol from his jacket as Sam pulled the Demon Blade.

"You wouldn't kill your own sister." Athena warned.

"Try me." Reese sneered. The boys stayed quiet. Athena noticed how close Dean was standing next to her sister. Something dawned on her. She lowered her hands to her sides and looked between the three hunters.

"You love him, don't you." Reese and Dean flinched. Neither one of them saw that one coming. Reese took a minute to gather herself before answering.

"I warned you, Athena. I will blow that stupid look right off your undead face."

"Answer the question, Reese." Athena growled. Dean tightened his hold on his pistol as Sam widened his stance to take action. A part of him wanted Reese to answer and part of him didn't. Reese took a moment, then finally answered.

"Yes. I do. Now, either leave and don't come back or I can pull the trigger. Your choice." Dean shook slightly. Reese just said she loved him again. He looked at the woman beside him. How attractive she was, holding her pistol, aimed at a monster. If that wasn't a hunters dream, he didn't know what was.

"You're gonna regret ever meeting these two, Rie." She turned on her heel and started back toward Bobby's. Reese watched as her sister walked away and she lowered her gun, put the safety on and tucked it back into her pants. Sam put his blade away and turned to the two hunters beside him. Dean put his pistol back in his jacket and turned to look at Reese. She sighed. Now they had to talk.

"Sam, could you give us a minute?" Reese said quietly. Sam nodded.

"Uh, yeah. I'll go book us a room a the motel. We need to get some sleep." Sam turned and started walking down the sidewalk. Luckily, the motel was just down the block from the diner. And he was armed, so he wouldn't run into trouble. Reese couldn't make herself look into Dean's eyes. She didn't want to see his reaction. Dean was the first to speak.

"You said it again." Dean said quietly. Reese slowly looked up into his eyes.

"I wasn't lying when I said it the first time." she replied.

"Hey, I was making sure." Dean said, raising his hands. "I thought I would've scared you off by now." he said with a smirk. Reese smiled. Dean had always found humor when dealing with intense situations.

"I'm not going anywhere." she stepped forward and pressed her lips against his. Dean took a moment to enjoy the moment before pulling back slowly.

"Are you sure? I can be an ass sometimes." he said, holding her by the waist.

"Oh, I know. Come on. Let's go get some sleep and deal with this crap tomorrow." Dean reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers as they made their way to the car. They had a big day ahead of them.

Behind the tree, not far from the two hunters, Athena watched as her younger sister kissed Dean Winchester. The man who she despised. It wasn't because her and the Winchester's had crossed paths before. She just didn't want her sister to end up dead like everyone else Sam and Dean comes into contact with. She had to take Dean out of the picture. She had to kill him. To stop the Apocalypse and to save her sister.