A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see, I know. Sorry I left ya'll in a cliff hanger for so long, but as Chuck would say "Writing's hard". I apologize for the chapter being shorter than usual, but I'm very proud of this chapter. It was definitely a bitch to get out onto paper, but I have to say I'm glad of the result. ENJOY!

"So…you're Jesse's hound dogs." Dean jeers, a short chuckle escaping his lips. "Awesome. And what, do you play fetch too? Kidnap a bunch of people just to get thrown a bone or a pat on the head?"

"We're not some mindless mutt." Nico retorts. "We were arranged to be Seekers because we wander with low risk of detection. As shifters, we have the capability of doing many things under people's noses." His eyes gleam with arrogance, his form shifting into one of short black hair and grey eyes. "Just like tricking your little Holly over there, for one example." He quips, his voice mocking mine.

Now, it's Dean's turn for his eyes narrow. His hands quickly tighten into fists and the flex of his forearm displays tendons moving under the skin. "You." He calls Joshua. "If I untie you, you keep his damn mouth shut or else I will. Got it?"

"Y-yes. Of course." He swallows nervously as Dean bends down to untie him.

"Hol, can you get something for me? It's in my bag."

"Yeah, what do you need?" I throw a glare at Nico before locating Dean's duffel thrown onto a nearby counter and walk it over to him.

"Just somethin' to help Nico feel a bit more comfortable." He smirks, his hand pulling out a roll of duct tape and throwing it to Joshua once he is free. "Don't forget to make it snug."

Joshua stumbles towards his younger sibling, a frown set on his face. "This is your own fault, brother. You always have to make things more difficult than it has to be." He sighs. Nico opens his mouth to reply, but Joshua quickly traps the snarky comment from escaping his lips with tape. He wraps one time around his head before settling down beside him obediently.

"Great. Now that everyone seems to be on the same page, let's get back to you talking about your so-called occupation." I gesture for him to continue.

"Actually, it's a lot more complex than just my brother and I. You see, there are other groups or, well, clans, Jesse has separated us into. There are Seekers, which is what my brother and I do. Then, Tormentors, who terminate anything Jesse explicitly targets. Sometimes my brother likes to believe he falls in this category." He tacks on ruefully as Nico rolls his eyes. "And lastly are the ones we have never really seen, but are gossiped about plenty. The Possessors."

"Possessors? Of what, Numb nuts?" Dean demands, his eye brow furrowing. Jesse had built himself some sort of army. This was nothing to take lightly, and Dean wasn't, especially if there were human lives at stake.

"I told you. What we know as Seekers is mainly based off of rumors amongst my clan and others. Everything else comes from direct orders by the boy." Joshua explains. "We are the least ranked so, therefore, we know the least. If you really want information on Jesse and his whereabouts then I suggest you're best luck at finding him would be to capture one of them. However, the Possessors are highly trusting of Jesse and are his most loyal. I doubt they would tell you anything useful."

"So, were dealing with Possessors, Seekers, and Tormentors?" Dean speaks aloud, his eyes closing as a hand rubs down his face. "It all sounds like a bad Harry Potter cross over."

I consider Joshua's words and try to assemble my thoughts. There was a lot to deliberate here, besides the fact that Jesse will be more of a pain to get to with a barricade of supernatural sentries surrounding him twenty-four seven. If his clans have been roaming around doing his dirty work him behind the scenes all along, then we might've crossed paths without even realizing it.

"A month ago, I was attacked by a group of demons and one of them mentioned my father. I was confused what he was talking about since, back then, I had no memories. I still don't, but maybe…just maybe he was part of Jesse's little clan all along. The Tormentors. He must've sent them to capture me." My head lifts up from the concrete floor to stare at Joshua.

"Yes, that was Jesse." He nods. "Once he gotten word of God's disappearance, he tried to have you assassinated before you discovered your true self. When the Winchesters found you, he knew it would be that much harder to achieve. He sent Tormentors to finish the job however, they failed. You still got away and he lost five of his best men that night."

"Five?" My eyebrows furrow together. "Dean only killed four."

His expression turns puzzled. "It is true that Dean had accomplished in defeating most of them that night, but it was actually you that slayed the fifth."

"But I didn't–"

"Rebecca." Dean rasps, his green eyes widening in realization. "The one that killed Rebecca."

Joshua sees me stiffen and slowly nods his head. "His name was Asmodeus. He was their leader."

"Son of a bitch." Dean grumbles. His voice sounds distance as the world seems to crumble around me.

"She was working with Jesse." I state numbly. My heart drops into my stomach, bile rising up to my throat. It feels like the Earth is on a tilt and my knees begin to shake under my weight, my body feeling heavier than normal. "She helped him start all of this."

The next thing I know, I'm bursting through the church's front doors, the chilly dawn air instantly fogging my breath. I try to further myself from the cathedral that holds the harsh truth I never wanted to acknowledge, and stumble down the cement steps. The cold ground comes into contact with my hands and knees', leaving scrapes on my palms and jeans.

Of course she was working with Jesse. How could I've not realized it sooner? Everything always led back to her.

Cold sweat beads across my hair line and slowly drips down my jaw. My heart hammers in my chest, the organ pounding into maximum overdrive. Tears blur my vision, making the world all blend together into an array of hues. Nothing is distinct. My skin tingles, the numbness in my fingers branching out to the rest of my body. My eyes squeeze shut as my breaths come in gasps. I try to take in air, but every heave fails to satisfy my lungs. I choke on the very oxygen that supposedly gives life.

"Holly!?" I hear someone cry, their voice seeming underwater, muffled.

"Lori, stay back! It's not safe!" Another voice warns her. My body turns away from the shouting, wanting to close in on itself and shut down. To give in.

The worst part of all was that I wanted to. I craved to not feel the pain that was flowing through my veins, burning me like acid had replaced my blood.

"Holly, stop!" My ears perk up to the nearing sound of Dean's voice. "You can't do this! You can't let it control you!"

Control me? What is he talking about? My grief? My fear? I had no clue. Before I can think it through, an intense heat flares around me, my body warming to excruciating temperatures until I feel on the verge of implosion. A scream of agony leaves my lips and my eyes snap open.

Then, all I see is fire. Blue fire. It burns hot on my skin and surrounds the ground where I lay. Panic flares through my chest, which only makes the flames grow even larger.

"Holly, hey! Look at me!" My eyes turn away from the sweltering flames and meet his.

Green. It is a gentle contrast from the harsh, icy blue that's consuming my body and mind. A green so deep, so beautiful, that for a split second, I don't see the fear and despair shining in them.

There was so much behind those eyes that couldn't be mistaken. A lot of history. A lot of pain. But there was also hope, determination, and loyalty. I gaze into those emerald orbs until I imagine I am somewhere filled with the very same color.

A meadow.

The breeze is cool and pleasant, making the soft grass move with life. The sky above is cloudless and ever expanding into a gentle blue ocean of space. A surge of calm overcomes me. I didn't need to be scared here. I was safe.

I reside in my personal heaven until the pulsing energy slowly decelerates to a manageable and inaudible thrum. Finally, the raging fire around me recedes, and then vanishes into thin air. My head feels light compared to the hammering torture that consumed my mind just moments ago. I sway and fall forward into a solid chest.

"Don't worry, Hol. I got you." Dean whispers into my hair. His arms gingerly wrap around me before resting me onto his chest, like a parent would to a sleeping infant. "I got you. You'll be alright."

My eyes hardly stay open, barely seeing through a slit of vision I can achieve. Sam and Lori stand by the church's entryway. He holds Lori back from the scene, but his expression radiates the same look of helplessness as her face does.

Dean moves underneath me, shifting my body in his arms so he can pull his phone out of his pocket. He quickly dials a number and speaks into the phone, his chest rumbling against my ear as he spoke. "Hey, Bobby. We've got something, but we're gonna need your help. Get to St. Barnabus Church in Ankeny as fast as you can. We'll be waiting."

By the time the sun has passed the horizon, a rusty old bumper clunks into view with Bobby behind the wheel. I raise my head from my hands and wave to him after he slams his driver door shut, the metal clunker rattling from the force.

"Hey, whatcha doin' out here all alone?" He calls, tilting his hat down over his eyes to shield from the sun. "Where are Sam and Dean?"

"They're inside." I jut my thumb behind me. "It was getting a bit stuffy in there so, I told them I would wait for you outside." And mostly because the church is flammable, I add mentally.

"Well, I'm here now, aren't I? Let's head inside." He ushers past me as I rise from my place on the stairs.

"Okay, okay, but first things first." I add, hesitating just outside the entrance. To be honest, I really wasn't ready to go back in yet. I didn't want to have the boys and Lori's worried stares watching me like I could go off at any moment. "How is the research on my sanctified fasting going?"

"You're still not eating?" He quirks a bushy brow and I shake my head. "Well…" he exhales, "the textbooks on you are still pretty low on stock. The lore doesn't really mention much about the Holy Spirit besides God's storybook to humankind."

"You mean the Bible?"

"Yeah. Supposedly, the Blessed Virgin Mary and you are best buds." He shrugs and my eyes widen in shock. "I was pagin' through the thing and read a couple interesting verses. One of them basically stated that the connection between you and Mary's soul is so powerful that it goes beyond and deeper than any other union in the cosmos."

"Well, that's...that's something." I fumble for the words to describe what I was feeling, but nothing covers it. I was beyond speechless. "I mean, that's great, right? A deeper bond with God's right hand woman might give me some leverage. Maybe Big Man might start answering my phone calls next time." I scoff. "Anyways…" I shake my head distractedly, "did you find anything else?"

"Like I said, the books are skimpy, but I did notice something after you guys left." He admits, scratching at the base of his scruffy beard. "I might just spit ballin' here, but seeing Cas and you together gave me an idea. I think what you're experiencin' is pretty similar to possession."

"How so?"

"Usually, when the angel or demon takes over someone's meat suit, basic human necessities aren't needed no more. They don't crave anything. Not emotion, not sleep, not even food. And I think the same thing applies in your case…just in a different circumstance."

"Alright, so I don't feel hungry or sleepy anymore, but I do feel emotion. Too much, might I add." I blow out a breath, raking my hands through my hair. "But, still, I ate and slept just like everyone else. If I was never human, why did I do things I didn't really need to do?"

"Well, when was the last time you actually felt cravings?" He asks.

"I dunno…it's been a while." I think back over the past few months, it feeling more like years, and the wheels slowly start to spin in my mind. "I think the last time, or somewhere around there, was the night I was attacked at the diner. The night…Sariel died." My teeth grind together. It angered me to even mutter her real name.

"Then that might be the answer to your question then." Bobby replies, ignoring the clench in my jaw. "When you went all flame thrower on that demon, maybe turnin' on that switch changed something inside you. You're living off spiritual energy now, not a physical one."

"Huh, I never thought of that before." I consider the statement for a few moments before replying, "So, let's just say that it is some kind of switch." I put forward. "Do you think I could switch it off? I mean, just to keep me under control until I know I can handle myself."

"I wouldn't get any hopes up, but it might work. The only thing is that we don't know what can trigger the switch to even shut down."

"Well, at least we're getting somewhere, right?" I question optimistically.

"Right." He agrees. "Now that you got what you wanted from me, I deserve an update from you. How is the search goin'?" He nods his head towards the church.

I heave a sigh. "Well, Jesse isn't in hiding for no reason. He's gotten a couple friends to help him jump start hell's Big Bang so he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire."

"A couple friends, huh?" His voice peaks in interest.

"Yeah, more like evil henchmen as Dean so pleasantly called them."

"What're we talkin' about here? Demons?" He guesses.

I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket, well, Dean's jacket. Mine was ruined with holes burned into the fabric. I'm lucky I wasn't stark naked by the time I reigned in my holy fire. "According to our sources, it seems to be more than just demons."

"You guys got sources?"

"Well, Sam found a case early yesterday morning. A newly posted missing report on Lori Sorenson–"

"Wait." He cuts me off. "Ain't that the girl from the Hook man case Dean and Sam did a couple years back?"

"Yeap, that's the one." I confirm, surprised he even remembered. "Seems like the people that are disappearing aren't so random as we thought. Jesse is having people abducted and Lori was one of many on their hit list. Luckily, Dean got a lead on her before anything bad happened, but we did manage to catch the stooges that tried to snag her up."

"Did you find out what they wanted with her?"

"We aren't exactly sure. We've been interrogating all night. Lori doesn't know anything besides being used as a chess piece in their scheme. All we have is testimony from Jesse's so called Seekers, or whatnot, but we can't really take what they say to heart."

"…Seekers?" He stares at me in bewilderment. "Now you lost me."

I pat his shoulder sympathetically. "Like I said, we have a lot to catch up on."