I know this is late and probably not the best of chapters and I'm sorry. I just... I'm kinda glad when this is over. The last few chapters should get good (already wrote part of them). Other than that, I don't know... I felt like I had to put this Episode in, so...

Enjoy,

Nick

Rebekah had stayed with me for a few days after Niklaus left the two of us in Mystic Falls in favour of finding more werewolves to turn. I was a bit pissed at him because I really wanted to see Elijah again but there was nothing I could do at the moment.

It was the day before Halloween when my phone started ringing "Dean?"

"Hey, Ray. Quick question. Where are you right now?"

I frowned at Rebekah who just shrugged "Mystic Falls, why?"

"Do you want to join us on a hunt? We're not too far from… Mystic Falls, according to Sammy," Dean explained.

"It's Sam," the younger Winchester sighed in annoyance.

I snorted "He still hasn't given up on you?"

"Apparently not," Dean grinned "So anyway, the Hunt?"

"What happened and where are you?"

There was some rustling on the other end before Sam's voice sounded from the speaker "A Luke Wallace was found dead by his wife. The papers said that he died after eating a candy that was filled with razors."

"Ouch," I winced in sympathy "Yeah, that sounds kinda hunt-worthy."

"So you'll come?" Sam asked "The town is called Petersburg. It's close to Richmond."

I hummed "Richmond is about two hours away. An hour and a half if I drive normally. How long until you get there?"

"We're about an hour out. We'll wait at the motel for you," the younger Winchester told me "Try not to kill yourself."

"Try not to…" I gasped in mock horror "How long have we known each other, Sammy? And you still have no faith in me?"

Sam snorted "We've known each other for way too long, I think."

I gaped at the phone in my hand and grumbled "Yeah, yeah. See if I still like you. I think Dean's my favourite Winchester now."

"No," Sam cried out jokingly "Just get going already. We'll see you later."

"Fine," I sighed "Bye, Sammy." I hung up the phone just as he was telling me not to call him that and looked at Rebekah "I hope you don't mind if I take off on you too?"

The blonde Original waved me off "Don't worry about it. It's your job, right? I was thinking about enrolling in school anyway. Maybe I'll do that now."

"Hey, if that's what you want," I shrugged "Go for it. You can stay here if you want. Just don't go in the locked rooms. They're my brother's and I really don't want to know what's in there."

Rebekah laughed "Your brother sounds like an interesting character."

"You have no idea," I groaned "If you think Nik is a drama queen then you haven't seen Gabriel yet."

"I'll have to meet him one day," the girl smirked.

I rolled my eyes "Knowing Gabe, you will meet him sooner rather than later." I glanced down at my phone and grimaced "I really should get going. Call if you need anything."

"Bye, Sama," she waved, going back to her phone.

I grabbed my car keys from the hook and my duffle from where I kept it next to the door. Since I had no idea how long I would be gone, it was better to be safe than sorry. With that, I turned on the GPS and started driving.

Despite the fact that I was talking with Rebekah for a while, I still reached the motel in Petersburg in around an hour and twenty minutes. Considering the GPS told me I would take two hours, I may have sped… again. But I was fine. Nothing broken and no speeding ticket, so I counted that as a success.

"Ray," a voice called out to me as soon as I slid out of my car.

I turned in the direction and smiled "Hey, Dean. Sam."

The taller of the brothers hugged me tightly "How are you doing? Haven't heard from you since the witnesses. Did you get to spend some time with Elijah?"

"No," I mumbled, looking at my feet for a moment "But I met his sister and threatened his slightly psychotic brother, so it was fine."

Dean raised an eyebrow "Okay… I'm not going to ask. Sam and I got us two rooms. Do you wanna go there now or are you good to go?"

"We can go," I shrugged with a grin "Or are you implying that I look anything but my fabulous self?"

"Well," he drawled "Now that you mention it…"

I looked up at Sam "I changed my mind. You're my favourite again."

"Hurray," the younger brother cheered sarcastically "Can the two of you move? I want to finish the questioning today."

Dean and I exchanged a glance and with a shrug walked towards the Impala. I climbed into the back, while the two brothers took the front seat like usual "So we're going to the place where the guy died?"

"Yup."

"Alright then." I settled in, enjoying the fact that someone was driving me around for once.

About twenty minutes later, we were standing in the Wallace's kitchen with Mrs Wallace across from us. Sam had his notepad out and a pen at the ready "Now, how many razor blades did they find?"

Mrs Wallace sighed, looking as if she's going to burst into tears any second "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?" She noticed Dean who was looking around the front of the stove and into the oven "The candy was never in the oven."

"We just have to be thorough, Mrs Wallace," Dean smiled comfortingly, continuing the search for what should be a hex bag.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam questioned.

Mrs Wallace shook her head "No, I mean, I don't think so. I just – I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff but it actually happens?"

"More than you might imagine," I cut in, glancing at Dean. The older Winchester stood up, holding a hex bag in his hand.

Sam sighed in resignation and looked back to the woman "Mrs Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"

"Enemies?" the woman frowned, not quite understand the question.

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" I asked her.

Mrs Wallace tilted her head "What do you mean?"

"Coworkers? Neighbour?" I listed.

"Maybe a woman?" Sam added.

Mrs Wallace glared at Sam "Are you suggesting an affair?"

"Is it possible?" the younger Hunter shot back.

"No," the woman snapped before shaking her head "No, Luke would never –"

Sam smiled disarmingly "I'm very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities."

"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they'd find a better way that a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?" Mrs Wallace questioned, frowning at us. Dean rolled his eyes behind the woman's back. Since there was nothing more that she could tell us, we excused ourselves to examine the hex bag back at the motel.

A little while later, Sam was sitting on the couch in their room with his laptop and a few books open around him. He picked up something from the hex bag, holding it up to examine it. I glanced at the content of the bag for the hundredth time since we got back. I had a really bad feeling about this case… Before I could speak up, Dean entered the room, tossing the keys on the table by the door. He was unwrapping a piece of candy before tossing it into his mouth. Sam raised an eyebrow at him "Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"

"It's Halloween, man," Dean shrugged.

I hummed, lying back on the bed I was sitting on "That's what worries me…"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure if I'm right yet," I mumbled, rubbing my forehead. As much as I didn't want to believe it, this case looked very much like another seal. I wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. On one hand, I really wanted to see my older brother again but then again… How could I possibly stop the apocalypse from happening? It's not like I was important enough or anything. Should I tell the Winchesters that I suspected a seal in this Hunt? I wasn't sure. Not while we were being watched by Angels and there was no doubt that there were at very least two in proximity to us.

Sam kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes but gestured to his research "Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure. This isn't your typical hex bag, though." He indicated to the content that I had memorized over the last hour. A silver coin, a dried up flower along with the charred bone of a newborn.

"No?" Dean tilted his head curiously.

"That's Goldthread," the younger brother explained, holding up the flower "A herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this –" The silver coin "Is Celtic and I don't mean some new age knock-off… It looks like the real deal, like six centuries old real." Dean meanwhile had picked up the tiny bone, smelling at it "And um… that's the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

Dean grimaced in disgust, putting down the bone "Ugh. Gross."

"Relax, man," Sam sighed, studying the bone closely "It's like at least a hundred years old."

The older of the two brothers scoffed "Oh, right, like that makes it better," he grumbled "Witches, man, they're so freaking skeevy."

Sam nodded in agreement "Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we've ever dealt with, that's for sure." He raised his eyebrow at me when I picked up the bone, turning it over in my hand absentmindedly "What about you? Find anything on the victim?"

"This Luke Wallace?" Dean frowned "He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." Sam ran his hands through his hair, scoffing at the lack of, well, anything. "I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."

"Maybe there is no reason that it's him," I pointed out "Maybe they are just targeting people at random for some sort of goal."

Dean threw down the notepad he was holding "Alright, what's going on? You know something, Ray."

I bit my lip and shivered "This is another seal. It's the day before Halloween and someone was killed with that specific hex bag."

"What does it mean?" Sam questioned, leaning forwards.

"I think someone is trying to summon Samhain," I rushed out.

"Who?" the older brother blinked.

Sam let out a breath "Samhain. The origin of Halloween?"

I nodded at him "Yes. Samhain is a demon, pretty high up on the ladder as well."

"And they want to free him?" Dean frowned "Why?"

"It's another seal as far as I know," I murmured "I'm not saying that I'm a hundred percent sure that we're dealing with witches who are trying to raise Samhain here but there's a very good chance." I shivered when the feeling of being watched by Angels intensified some. The stronger of the two presences actually felt familiar and it made my mind draw up the memories I hoped I had forgotten over the years. One long look at the brothers and I got up, excusing myself "I need to go and talk to someone. Are you alright on your own for a bit?"

Sam tilted his head "Loki?"

"Loki and someone else," I shrugged "I really need to talk to them about something, so…"

"Go," Dean waved me off "We'll take care of whatever happens in the next few hours. Come and join us whenever you're done."

"Thanks," I rushed out in relief, grabbing my car keys off the table I had thrown them on earlier. As soon as I was in the car, I immediately dialled Gabriel's number, hoping he was able to meet me somewhere close to here but still far enough away, so the Angels that were in town because of the Winchesters wouldn't notice two hidden Archangel's on their turf.

"Sama?" Gabriel's voice came through the speaker of the car.

I sighed in relief "Thank you… Listen, Loki. I need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me in a cafe in Richmond?"

There was rustling on the other end as if Gabe had sat up in slight alarm "What's going on?"

"Just… Please?"

Something in my voice must have rung the alarm bells even more "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"I need a bit longer," I murmured "I'm driving there. Give me thirty minutes and I should be there as well."

"Sure thing, sis," he shot out "See you in a bit." With those words, he hung up on me.

I swallowed heavily, looking from the road to the dial pad of my car. Should I call him? Was it safe to call him? Should anyone be watching then they'd just assume that I made friends with the prophet although that would most likely make them watch me more closely. Was I ready for that? "Chuck? It's me."

"Ray?" my father questioned, his voice immediately causing me to relax back a little. I hadn't even noticed how tense I had been "What's wrong?"

I licked my lips nervously "I – It's really happening, isn't it?" I couldn't stop the hope from leaking into my voice "I'll see them again soon?"

"I'm absolutely sure that you will, darling girl," Chuck smiled "What's happening right now?"

"The brothers are being watched. Samhain's seal is going to be broken. I'm meeting with Loki to discuss in a bit…" I paused for a moment "Is it bad that I want the seals to get broken? I feel bad for Sam and Dean but I really don't know…"

Chuck laughed a little, the sound bringing a smile to my face. Dad always had that ability… He always could make me feel better just by hearing his voice "I know what you mean, Ray. It's only normal for you to wish to see them again. Don't fret too much. Just let it happen and you'll see. Everything is going to work out in the end."

"Thanks, Chuck," I nodded "Do you think I could tell Loki about you?"

"No. I'm sorry, little one but no one must know yet. You found out by chance but I can't risk anyone else knowing," he explained.

I groaned "Fine. As long as he doesn't destroy my home again…"

"What?"

"Haven't I told you?" I frowned in confusion. I could have sworn that I told him about Gabriel's reaction "He smashed my living room into smithereens… In front of two vampires."

Chuck snorted "Oh dear. I'm sorry that I can't be there for you yet. But…"

"I know, I know," I muttered "You can't interfere. Big deal."

"Ray –"

I shook my head, blinking back the tears "I have to go."

The next day, after another strategy session with Gabriel, I was on my way back to the motel. My brother had assured me that he didn't necessarily want to stop the apocalypse either. If it gave us a chance to have our family back, we would take it. All the time that both of us spent alone was a reminder of what happened… I was still scared that Michael and Lucifer would continue fighting without a care about who got hurt. Maybe – Just maybe they would hear me out…

When I reached the motel, I saw Sam and Dean getting out of their car. Once I got closer, I could hear what they're talking about "Tracy was nowhere I could find," Sam admitted "Any luck with her friends?"

Dean snorted "Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch popped a broomstick." I coughed out a laugh, making the two whirl around in surprise "Ray. How was business?"

"Conclusive, I guess," I shrugged "Not too happy with the outcome but we'll see what happens."

The brothers glanced at each other and shrugged. We made our way towards their motel room before a kid in an astronaut costume came towards us. Sam ran his hand through his hair "She could be making the third sacrifice any time."

"Yes, thank you, Sam," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Trick or treat," the kid called out, holding up his bucket of candy.

Dean raised an eyebrow "This is a motel."

"So?"

"We don't have any candy," the older of the two brothers pointed out.

Sam frowned "No, we have a ton in the… uh…" He looked back at the Impala.

"We did," Dean agreed "But it's gone." He ignored the look he got from his younger brother and leaned down to look at the kid again "Sorry, kid. We can't help you."

The astronaut pouted "I want candy."

"Well, I think you've had enough," Dean pointed out.

I hit him over the back of the head with a small glare and reached into my pocket. I didn't have any candy but that didn't mean I couldn't get some without anyone being any wiser "Here," I handed over the bar of chocolate with a small smile "Stole this from my brother. He always gets the best chocolate."

"Thank you," the kid grinned before glaring at Dean, narrowing his eyes. He walked past us, shoving into the oldest Winchester.

I started laughing once the kid was out of earshot "I think you made an enemy, Dean. Pint-sized he may be."

"Shut up," the Hunter grumbled, pulling out the room key.

Sam shook his head "I still can't believe that you ate all the candy we had. That was enough for an army." He walked into the room and immediately drew his gun. I stiffened, staring at the back of the man I felt earlier. My breathing picked up a little as I stared at one of the people who had killed me all those years ago "Who are you?"

Dean rushed past me, trying to stop his brother from shooting the Angels in the room "Sam! Sam, wait. It's Castiel." He put his hand on Sam's gun, pushing it down "The Angel." That's when he spotted the figure I was still staring at in disguised horror "Him, I don't know."

"Hello, Sam," Castiel nodded, looking at the younger Winchester.

Sam blushed a bright red "Oh, my God – er – uh – I didn't mean to – sorry…"

"Are you really fangirling over an overgrown feather duster?" I blinked in surprise. Not that it wasn't cute or anything but I was in disguise, so everything that made me seem as if I despise Angels, I was going to do.

Uriel turned from the window, looking at me with a disgusted expression on his face "And this must be the Pagan that is seen to be around you at times."

"Pleasure is mine, bastard," I smirked, stomping down the anger and fear I was feeling. The last time I saw that face, I – I died.

"Be careful, ant," the Angel warned, striding closer with a glare "I'm not going to hesitate to kill you."

I raised my eyebrow "Oh, yeah? You're not the first person who tried to get rid of me." I gestured to my body "As you can see, they failed. Miserably."

"I could squash you," Uriel threatened, hissing the words into my face.

I couldn't quite stop the snort. When he made to come closer, I kicked my leg up, sending the Angel flying into the wall next to the window he had been standing at "I'm not scared of you, Angel."

"Ray –" Dean blinked, staring at me in open surprise. Normally, I wouldn't have reacted the way I did but… Uriel and some others were on my bad side. No matter whether I was trying to disguise myself or not. I would never be nice to those assholes.

"I'm leaving," I hissed sharply, whirling around to walk out of the door. Before I reached it though, I turned back around "I'll see you sometime," I waved "Oh, by the way. There are two witches. Good luck."