1Disclaimer: I don't own them. After all... owning people is classified slavery, last time I checked, and that's not looked well upon in today's society. All though I don't think they'd complain about the work they'd have to do...

A/N: Woot Another chapter. Should be done in one more though.

Sarah the mutant farm girl: You can thank Adyn for anything good in the last chapter. Here is the next chapter.

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Jess was actually surprised to hear from Montana so soon. Maybe he wouldn't be so hard to seduce him to her side of things after all. Kissing a sleeping Abe, she climbed out of bed and dressed for the evening. Knowing Montana was an ice user, she chose a gorgeous blue halter dress with a flowing knee length skirt. As she touched up her makeup, a figure appeared behind her in the mirror.

"You know, I'd prefer you not kill him." He said

"Yes, sir. But if they think he is dead, I might be able to accomplish tasks for both of you."

The figure nodded. "However, if no other option is present, take out those you deem necessary, so long as Sam isn't one of them."

"Yes, sir."

"Good luck, Jessabelle." He kissed her on the cheek and made his exit as quickly as he had entered.

Sighing, Jess, finished her makeup and made her way to meet Montana.

SNSN

Sam, Dean, and Adyn drove quickly to the newest Wonder's Exhibit, were they hoped to get some more information.

"Call him." Dean commanded, breaking the silence.

Adyn crossed her arms and glared at Dean. Sam smirked to himself, enjoying every moment of this mini power struggle.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. No.. N. O. No."

Dean wasn't used to being disobeyed. Sam might question him but Sam always, eventually anyways, did as Dean asked. He realized that he may not know Montana as well, but something said Adyn really needed to call him.

"Ady, baby, please," that word sounded strange on his lips, "call Montana." He tried.

Adyn shook her head. As Dean and Adyn continued to argue, sam simply pulled out his cell and dialed Montana's number. He of course got the cell.

"Hi Montana, it's Sam. OW!" Adyn smacked him. "Stop that.. Sorry, Adyn and Dean are fighting, got caught in the middle. Anyways, just to let you know we are heading to the Wonder's exhibit to talk to some people about some new info we've stumbled upon. Call me or Adyn when you get this, I guess. Bye." He disconnected the call.

Adyn just stared at Sam. Not in a pleasant way either. Dean was secretly glad her ire was directed at some one other than him. Adyn could just be plain scary.

"What? He needed to be called. You weren't going to. And I was tired of hearing you two fight. Simplest Solution."

Adyn glared at Sam, and Dean just turned up the music, knowing that would be the only noise for the rest of the ride.

Adyn got out of the car as soon as Dean stopped it. She wasn't mad, per say, after all when she slipped out to se an appointment to talk with someone at Wonder's, she had called Monti and left a message. Which was why she told Dean no, when he wanted her to call Montana. But being herself she couldn't just say that, say that, she had to be an ass about it. Shaking her thoughts away she led the boys into the building.

"Hello, we're the university students who called earlier." Dean oozed at the blatantly female receptionist/ticket seller.

Batting her eyelashes at him, she giggled. "Yes, Dr. Miller agreed to see you. Hold on." She picked up the phone, dialed Miller's number and told him the students were there. "He'll be right with you"

"Thank you." Adyn said nicely, turning to admire a piece of art on the far wall, while waiting for Dr. Miller.

"I'm Dr. Miller." He introduced himself, as he walked out of the back a few moments later. He was roughly six feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin. "How can I help you?"

Dean shook his hand followed by Adyn and Sam. After the introductions, Adyn got right down to business. "We're doing a research paper on Jewish history, and thought that since this exhibit was in town, what better way to do some research."

"Well Jewish history is long, is there a particular time period you are interested in?"

"Actually, we were curios about the time period around King Ahab." Sam said smoothly.

"Ah. An interesting time. We actually have a section of the exhibit devoted to that and the surrounding time period. Come, I'll show you as we talk."

The exhibit was fascinating, but so far, other than learning more about the Jewish culture and history than they thought possible, they were getting nowhere fast.

"What about Jezreel?" Dean asked suddenly. Hoping to just get some answers. "What can you tell us about that?"

"Ah. Jezreel. It was a city, situated in an inland valley in Israel It's said the first battle was fought there, and some Christian scholars believe the last battle, signaling Christ's second return, will occur there as well."

Sam meanwhile had been wandering through the exhibit, .came across a stunningly cast knife. "Excuse me, Dr. Miller," he interrupted the doctors monologue, "what's this?" Sam asked, pointing at the interesting knife.

"Ahh, yes. This is a ceremonial hallah knife. Pure silver. The dogs on the handle are very unique. Most hallah knives do not have such ornamentation. Most scholars believe that this was mad in commemoration of the death of Ahab's queen, but there isn't any conclusive evidence supporting it."

The three 'students' shared a look.

"You don't think..." Adyn broadcasted to the boys.

"Can't hurt..." Dean replied.

Adyn looked at her watch. " OH! I didn't realize it was so late. Thank you so much for your time Dr. Miller. You've been most helpful."

"You're most welcome. Come again if you need more information."

"We will." Dean said as he guided Sam and Adyn out.

Driving to a small diner not far from the exhibit, they stopped to discuss their options.

"You think the knife will work?" Dean asked.

"Makes sense." Sam said.

"And we can always go in with a bit of everything. Kinda like a hunter's stew of weapons. More pressing is what are we gonna do to get that knife? Security is bound to be tight." Adyn added her two cents.

Dean smiled. "We go back as the clean up crew."

Adyn snorted. "Since when has that actually ever worked?"

"She's worse than Sam..." Dean thought.

Sam smiled. "Confidence is key." He stated simply.

"Listen, Ady, I'd rather you stay in the car... You don't have any records on you. We do. I'd like to keep you out of the FBI's most wanted list."

Adyn scoffed. "Like hell, I'm staying in the car!. Just one more reason to not get caught."

Sam sniggered. He definitely liked this chick.

"Sam, you have your laptop with you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanna see what kinda security we are up against. The knife was in an enclosed case, which I'm betting has a separate alarm on it." Taking Sam's laptop she booted and quickly found the sight she was looking for.

"Uh, Adyn, that's gonna be a tough site to hack. And how do you know that's the company they use?" Sam said.

"Sam" She said with a roll of her eyes "I'm more than a pretty face. As to the alarm company, they do all the Wonder exhibits."

Dean knew there was a reason he liked her. "Smart and pretty. Can't help but be a little proud of her."

"Ok, it should be a really easy to disarm from the laptop." Adyn said. "You're gonna get your wish Dean, I'm staying in the car. I'll disarm the system from the outside while you two grab the knife. You'll have to work quick, We don't want to alert anyone obviously."

"How did you do that so fast? It would have taken me twice as long." Sam stared in disbelief.

"Uhh... I"m special? I dunno. Just did it..."

"Well let's head back I wanna get this done."

SNSN

Montana was becoming more and more entranced with Jess as the night wore on. Of course, that probably had to do with the large amounts of wine she had continued to pump in him. Somehow, he wasn't quite sure how or when, they had ended up back at his house. Something not right, niggled at the back of his mind, but the glass of wine being taken from his hands and the tongue being shoved down his throat quickly squelched any thoughts other than the warm, firm body in front of him.

"Monti." He vaguely heard. " I think that you should sell those things to Abe."

Montana tried to focus on what she was saying, finding himself unable to do so, he just nodded and leaned in for another kiss.

"Come let's seal this deal." She whispered seductively as she lead him to the bed room

Montana followed blindly.

"Montana. Snap out of it." Said a Michael like voice in his head.

This was just enough to make Montana pause. "No." He slurred. "Adyn wouldn't like it.."

"Who cares about Adyn? If you sell then you can have anything you want. You could have me."

Montana just shook his head, his mouth not seeming to find the right words.

Jess continued to try to cajole him, but to no avail. Losing her patience she lashed out at him. Catching his shoulder, she nicked him. The pain and blood trickling down his arm served to sober him some. He put up a valiant fight, but even hunter who is heavily inebriated stands much of a chance against a determined demon. Jessabelle was about to deliver the final blow, when Adyn, Dean and Sam burst into the house.

Seeing the scene before them, Adyn quickly jumped to Montana's side, pissing Jessabelle of royally. She made a spit decision to take out both of the Mackenzie brats. Bringing her knife down towards an unaware Adyn, bring it down across her back as Dean leapt towards her burying the temporarily acquired hallah knife straight in the little bitches heart.

Jessabelle let out an unearthly scream as the knife penetrated. Muttering about the impossibility of it, and how the knife was supposed to have been destroyed, she disappeared in stream of black smoke.

Dean quickly checked Adyn. "You ok?"

"Peachy. Nothing like an attempted flaying to make your day." She attempted to stand up and check Montana, but felt Dean's hand stopping her.

"I don't think so." He said. This looks like a nasty cut. Sam help me get her to her bed."

"The little bastard passed out." Adyn grumbled. "Sam, please make sure he's ok. I'll be good for Dean I promises."

Sam looked at Dean, who nodded at him. "Alright Adyn, I'll take care of Montana, but you have to promise to let Dean deal with that cut, it's a doosy. All the way from you shoulder to your lower back."

"Thanks, Sam, couldn't feel it myself." She grimaced as Dean helped her up. As Sam carted Montana to his room he heard a loud grunt from Adyn then silence.