Constantine lit a cigarette. He stuffed the lighter back into a pocket and brought it to his mouth, inhaling slowly before his mouth cracked open and smoke rolled out. The tall Winchester eyed him with a disapproving look. John smirked, raising the cigarette in his direction.

"So," Dean began. "Tell us what you know."

John looked over to the man, a brow irked. "Why don't you tell me what you know first. And if I just so happen to find that useful I'll tell you what I'll return the favor."

"That wasn't the deal." Sam shook his head, his lips forming a frown.

"I don't seem to recall forming a deal – do you Zed?" John looked around mockingly before his eyes settled on the woman.

She pressed her lips together, her hands resting firmly on her hips. Zed stared John dead in the eye and said, "Well I did say that when you came back you would explain everything to them." There was a quiet sigh from John and he muttered a few words, to which Zed pointed accusingly at him and said with her voice raised, "Hey! Don't be getting upset! You didn't take me with you, so this–" she pointed at the Winchesters. "is your fault."

Dean spread his hands in a calm-down gesture. "In my opinion if you didn't open the door I would've came over anyways."

John glanced at him, sarcastically he said, "Thanks."

"So, can we ask our questions then you ask yours?" Sam asked.

With a roll of his eyes the Brit said, "Go ahead."

Dean started. He asked the obvious question. "Who are you guys?"

"No need for an introduction I gather. But, I'm a dabbler in the dark arts and the girl's a bloody good psychic."

Sam raised his brows in disbelief. "You're — a psychic?"

Zed nodded. "Yeah, I have these visions. They're not always clear, but they're useful." He nodded, it was almost as if he knew what she was talking about.

Dean changed the subject. "Why are you here?"

"Same as you." Dean's sudden rigidness hadn't gone unnoticed by John, and he eyed the man as he himself spoke. He felt whatever the brothers were hiding he would never find out, best to forget about it. "A Dzoavits, or a troll. It's mainly known for kidnapping children and stealing the sun — let's hope that doesn't happen anytime soon."

"And how did you find this out?" Sam asked, sounding doubtful.

"I have my ways."

"Do you really kill people who are possessed by demons?" The question cut through the room, silencing it. Zed stood fidgeting with her shirt, her eyes flickering around, not staying focused on one thing for too long. She had to ask, if she was going to be working with them, she had to know.

John chuckled, trying to break the ice that had settled. "Come on luv it's not the time–"

"No no no," Dean stopped him. He was defensive, it was clear in the way he broadened his shoulders, furrowing his brows immediately taking her words the wrong way. "By all means. Continue." Sam's mouth drifted open only to snap shut, he seemed like he wanted to say something but couldn't — or wouldn't.

"John told me that you know the exorcisms," Zed began. Her tone was light and treading carefully. "but when you face a demon you kill it and the host."

"Well excuse me little Ms. Righteous but when you're fighting for your life you don't really have the time to say the whole freakin' thing." Dean snapped.

"And there are times when the body is dead and the demon is the only thing keeping the person alive. There's no way to know for sure, if we exorcised every demon we came across we'd be placing ourselves at risk for something that probably isn't there." Sam told her.

"But don't you place yourselves at risk everyday? Shouldn't you take the chance of exorcising the demon–"

"Exorcisms just sends them back to hell. Killing them makes sure they stay dead. Like he said half the time the body ain't alive, they're just a meatsuit." Zed avoided her eyes at Dean's words, he described them as 'meatsuits'. It may be true but...the name caused her to fall silent. These were people once, to hear them referred to by such a name was sad.

John gazed at Zed for a moment, taking in her solemn expression. He almost reached out to comfort her, then remembered they weren't alone. He turned towards the two men with a cheery look. "A'right chaps off you go. We'll see you tomorrow I'm guessing you'll be around still — as will we so goodbye!" He rushed the pair outside, ignoring their grumbles as they entered their own room.

He had followed them, and now was standing in the hallway alone. John turned back around his hand hovering over the door handle. The night in New Orleans suddenly flashed in his mind and he recoiled, automatically his hand moving to light a cigarette as it did in times of distress.

"Dammit." John didn't open the door, but instead he walked towards the nearest bar to drink away...everything.

Sam closed the door and turned to his brother who was muttering up a storm. "Dean–"

"No! No...just go to bed." The younger one nodded, knowing there wasn't anything he could say to make Dean feel better. Sam slid under the covers, not bothering to change into something else.

And the light remained on even after he drifted off into sleep.

Dean was not looking forward to seeing that British bastard again, or his lady friend. She didn't know them, what they did — what they gamble every day. He was still pissed over her insensitive question the night before.

And his brooding was evident as he stared at Zed, rolling his fingers slowly across the table creating tapping sounds. Zed herself was sipping on a tea, glancing at him every now and then each look filled with more annoyance. Finally, she placed her cup down forcefully on the table. She asked with an edge to her tone, "Could you stop that?"

Dean raised his brows shamelessly. "What? Is something annoying you?"

Zed glared at him as he continued doing it. Sam was sitting beside him but he was too engrossed in his computer to notice. She let out a groan and leaned back in her chair...only to find herself in a cave.

A coldness seeped into her bones and instinctively her arms wrapped around herself, trying to get warm. Cautiously she stood; there was only one way to go, and that was forward. With one foot in front of another, she inched onward. Her fingers trailed on the wall's surface. There was a liquid — strangely didn't feel like water — and it drenched her hands causing them to go numb. Zed's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, she wondered if they would ever or if this vision would end still in black.

What happened next was sudden, she wasn't expecting it so there was no time to brace herself. Her lower half connected with something hard, and she stumbled rolling over it. Like someone flipped a switch her vision was gone and reality was back.

She was falling, headfirst towards the asphalt at breakneck speed.

Sam's eyes drifted up from his computer screen as Zed walked away from the table in a daze. He tapped his brother to get his attention. "Hey, should we call John?"

Dean's eyes flickered over to her figure walking around the café getting strange looks. He shrugged. "Not our problem."

The tall one merely 'mhmmed' absentmindedly, his gaze not having left Zed as she headed through a doorway. He leaned slightly, almost falling out of his chair as he did, to see what she was doing.

She was walking to the balcony. His brows furrowed as he waited for her to stop, thinking she wouldn't tumble over — it wasn't that far of a drop but she might get a minor injury — but she didn't. She hit the railing and flipped over, her legs disappearing with a blur. In that second Sam sprung into action, racing across the room and jumping down after her.

Her body was facedown on the ground, as he landed he saw with relief Zed was already pushing herself up into a sitting position. Sam knelt down next to her, a hand placed on her back steadying her. "Are you alright?"

She winced, rubbing the back of her head gently. "I'm fine...I just need a second."

"Does this happen often? — your visions I mean." A thought occurred that she might be like him, another one of Azazel's 'special children'. Although with Yellow-Eyes death his own visions seem to have stopped, but it intrigued him as to why she was receiving hers so strongly.

"They come and go." Zed stood, leaning on him for support as she did then pushing off once she gained her balance. "I – do you know if John is back yet I need to see him."

"John?" Sam asked, pausing to think if he'd seen the man before he went running out. "No, no he – uh hasn't come back yet. But can I ask you a few questions, about your visions."

She tilted her head, her not used to her visions getting attention other than from John or Chas. "Sure, go ahead."

To Zed the question he asked seemed bizarre. "Did you have a fire in your house when you were a baby?"

"No…"

Sam didn't give up, kept shooting strange questions at her. "Was there a traumatic event a few months before you were born — someone almost dying, parents were deep in debt — stuff like that?"

Zed chuckled dryly. "Trust me. There's nothing you'd find interesting about my past."

"Zed! Are you alright luv?" The two looked up to see John peering down, his expression one of concern.

She smiled at him, giving a thumbs up. "Yup. A-okay."

His lips melted into a grin and he descended the stairs that led to the asphalt. "Well that's good to hear. I'd be quite upset if these two blokes got you killed."

"Hey we didn't do anything." Sam protested, annoyance coating his tone. "She's ok, that's all that matters."

John ignored him, his attention directed towards Zed. "What'd you see luv?"

"I was in a cave, it was dark and the walls were, like slimy. There were no turns, just one tunnel that kept going straight."

"Is it the cave that the troll was trapped in?" Sam suggested.

"Most likely. And I reckon it hasn't left."

"What's going on?" Dean voice shouted out from above. Sam laughed when he saw the pie smeared all over his brother's face.

John only rolled his eyes. "We know where the troll is."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Dean closed his mouth around another fork full of pie. "Let's do this."