Alliance, Nebraska

A young woman, whose name is Amber, watches a movie on television. A hairbrush sits on top of the TV and Amber leans forward grabbing the brush, brushing her hair while she watches. Amber hears something and turns around. She puts the brush back and gets up to look around.

"Jimmy," Amber asks looking around. Amber walks a little further and slides a closet open—she is wearing plastic nails—to reveal a boy, Jimmy, unmoving and covered in something red that looks like blood. Amber sighs. "I told you to go to bed."

Jimmy answers with minimal movement, "I can't. I'm dead." Amber leans down to touch the red stuff.

"What is this—ketchup? Gross," Amber says in disgust.

Jimmy gets up and says, "Ow! You're mean."

"Yeah, that's what your parents pay me for—to be mean." Amber puts a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, pushing him along. He's wearing a headband with arrow halves on either side."Bed—now!"

"Okay, okay. Just waitm, " Jimmy says and turns around taking off his headband. "Wait. I'll go to bed if you let me touch your boob."

Amber sighs, shoving Jimmy along to the stairs and exclaims in disgust, "Oh! Go!"Amber watches Jimmy climb the stairs, then goes back to the movie. She hears barking and turns off the TV; the barking continues. Amber goes to the window and moves the curtains to look out.

A little while later...

There's nothing but static on the TV. Jimmy's parents, walk past the window and into the house. Amber is lying on her side on the sofa, apparently asleep.

"I'll, uh, take Amber home. Don't wait up," Jimmy's dad says. The Mother, whose name is Francine, goes upstairs. Jimmy's dad shuts off the TV and goes to the back of the sofa. "Amber." There was no response. "Amber." There was still no response. "Amber?" Jimmy's dad leans down to touch Amber and feels something squelch. He turns on the light and looks at the liquid on his fingers: blood. He rolls AMBER onto her back. There is a hole in her skull that shows her brain. "Francine!"

Fae's official first job without having both Sam and Dean with her

Dean and Fae, dressed up in uniforms, hold up FBI badges.

"Agents Page and Plant, FBI," Dean says.

"What brings you by," the doctor asks.

"We need to see Amber Freer's body," Fae said professionally as she could without seeming nervous. Dean nudged her giving her a pointed look.

"Really? What for," the doctor asks.

"The police report said something clawed through her skull," Dean asks.

"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning," the doctor asks.

"W-we had, uh, server issues," Fae said stuttering a little.

The doctor walks away. Dean and Fae follow. The doctor opens one of the freezers and pulls out the slab with Amber's body. He tosses back the sheet from her head.

"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something," the doctor says.

"Or something," Dean mutters.

"But we were wrong," the doctor says and picks up a plastic bag from the slab and shows Dean and Fae.

"Is that a—," Fae asks, but the doctor answers her before she could finish.

"It's a press-on nail. We found it in her temporal lobe," the doctor says.

"Is that even possible," Fae asks.

"Wait, are you—you saying that she did this to herself," Dean asks.

"Uh-huh. She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure—it's possible," Fae says looking at the nail more closely.

"How," Dean asks.

"Pick your acronym—OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy," the doctor says. Fae pulls back the sheet a little further. Amber's right hand has four press-on nails still attached; the middle finger has nothing. "My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but..."

"Phantom itch," Fae asks.

"Yup," the doctor says covering Amber's head back up and slides the slab back into freezing and closing the door.

"All it takes is someone talking about an itch—or thinking about one, even—and suddenly you can't stop scratching," the doctor says.

"Thanks, doc," Fae says scratching her arm as Dean scratches his ear.

Fae and Dean left the morgue getting into the car and were heading to the motel to fill in Sam.

"You did good today," Dean says.

"Thanks," Fae says.

"Do you think you can speak to Amber's parents alone," Dean asks.

"Err…do you think I'm ready?"

"You got to take off the training wheels sooner or later Fae. Sam and I won't always be around."

"I know that Dean. I'm just scared. You been here for me since, you know, the incident."

"Listen Fae, that wasn't me. Hell, you don't even know me, not the real me at least."

"I-I know that Dean! God damn it. I didn't mean it like that. Future Dean is nothing like you. He was a heartless bastard and you got more humanity in you then he had in him. I meant you've been there for me since I was brought back to the past. Maybe Zachariah is right maybe I'll go down the same path that every hunter has."

"No, you won't. Fae all that you saw and went through was fake. What Sam and I went through was real. We watched our mother burn!"

"It doesn't mean what I felt wasn't real, Dean! Jayden might of not been real to you, but she was real to me!" They both fell into silence. Fae looked out the window. "I'll do it," Fae said after awhile.

Fae is sitting in the armchair in Jimmy's family's living room, holding a notebook and pen. Jimmy's father and Francine are sitting on the sofa.

"Okay. Okay, now, some of these questions might seem a bit odd, but please just bear with me," Fae says. "Have you noticed any cold spots in the house?"

"Uh, no," Jimmy's father answers.

"Any weird smells," Fae asks. Jimmy's father shook his head no. "So Amber was your son's babysitter?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Most of my babysitter's sucked," Fae replied. "Especially Mrs. Ryan...she was really strict wouldn't even let me watch Duck Dynasty and I had to be in bed by 6 sharp. So uh did you see anything strange that night?"

"No," he replied.

"Are you sure about that," Fae asks.

"I-I would tell you if I knew something." Fae looks at him. "I promise. 100%. Cross my heart."

"Well, I happen to know you're lying. If you do not start telling the truth now I will have to detain you and take you down town," Fae says.

"What? No I'm not. I swear I'm telling you everything I know."

Fae leaves and gets into the Impala where Sam and Dean were waiting.

"How did it go? Find anything," Dean asks.

"Yeah this," Fae says holding up a bag of itching powder. "Jimmy says he put it on the baby sitter's hairbrush."

"Fae...there is no way itching powder made a girl scratch her brains out. Its just ground up maple seeds," Sam says scoffing.

"Well, if you have any other theories we're open to them," Dean says defending Fae. Dean cellphone begins to ring and he pulls it out and answers it.

Dean

Yeah? Yeah...we'll be right there.

AN: Leaving it here for now, guys! Hope you guys like. Yes I know Dean and Fae seem like they don't like eachother, but you do not rush love.