Puck watched Rachel warily out of the corner of his eye until a sharp pain at the back of his head had him whipping around to face his mother. Abigail smirked as she wiped down the counter, Dean chuckling into the beer at his lips.

'What the hell Ma? I just delivered your second child and Finnessa back to you. Show some gratitude huh?' Puck ground out before turning to look at Rachel again. The petite woman was staring out the window, a mug of his mother's chicken soup between her hands. She had been completely silent on the drive back after making a brief phone call to someone, feigning sleep so she wouldn't have to engage in conversation with anyone else in the car.

'These boys did too and didn't I just feed you?' Abigail remarked, raising an eyebrow as she gestured towards Dean and Sam, the younger Winchester tucked away in a corner with his laptop. Bekah and Finn were upstairs in the house, both asleep.

'She hasn't said a fucking word Ma,' Puck murmured, leaning close as he said the words. 'Like I don't know this chick, but I can say that she doesn't shut the fuck up.'

Abigail rolled her eyes at her son. 'She's lost family Noah. Everyone deals in their own way.'

Dean put his glass down heavily at his mother's words, brow furrowed as he stared at something on the wall. Puck knew that John Winchester was missing, but neither of the brothers had mentioned anything about their mother. In their line of work Puck could only assume the worst.

The crunch of gravel filtered faintly into the empty bar and Rachel swung her head towards the door, set her mug on the round table. Puck straightened his frame as the double doors swung open loudly to reveal a beautiful Latina, her large black eyes sweeping across the place before settling on Rachel. Puck and Dean took in the curves of her body, the spilling mass of black silk fluttering around her shoulders, both men tense as they tried to determine if she was a threat

'San,' Rachel said but the word was strained, her voice sounding as if it were an old piece of metal rusted over. Puck felt his body relax as Santana's features softened a little at the edge.

'Bitch, get over here so I can hug the shit out of you,' Santana demanded, extending her arms out. Barely a second later Rachel was locked in a tight embrace that had Puck averting his eyes and reminding himself that his mother was right fucking behind him. As if to prove his point Abigail cleared her throat that had Santana and Rachel slowly break apart.

'How rude of me. Abigail, this is my sister Santana Lopez. San this is Abigail Puckerman, the owner of this fine establishment. And this is Noah Puckerman, Dean Winchester and his brother Sam. They were the ones that helped me look for…for Blaine,' Rachel said, faltering when she mentioned her brother.

'It's nice to meet you Santana,' Abigail replied politely, stepping around from behind the counter. The three men murmured the same, Puck noticing that Rachel had tangled her fingers with Santana's.

'You too ma'am,' Santana told the older woman stiffly. Abigail glanced at Rachel before announcing that she was going to check on Bekah and Finn, leaving them with a smile. Santana waited until his mother was gone before speaking again, twirling around to place both hands on Rachel's shoulders.

'Alright Berry, let's haul ass so I can comfort you. I might not be able to fuck you senseless, but I'm sure we can think of other ways to give you an orgasm,' Santana said firmly. Puck gaped at the pair as Rachel sighed, rolled her eyes in what he thought was exasperation.

'San, what have we discussed about these indecent sexual proposals?'

'Oh you were being serious? I thought you were just, you know, playin'.'

'Wait…I thought you were sisters?' Sam asked, confused.

'Sorority sisters Sasquatch. Besides family doesn't just end with blood,' Santana retorted, brushing her hair behind her ear. 'Let's go Ray-'

'No,' Rachel whispered. 'I'm not going home Santana.'

Puck saw Santana still before the woman fixed her gaze on the three hunters. 'Alright everyone with a dick clear out because shit is about to go down.'

'Would you boys mind excusing us for a minute?' Rachel chimed in, flashing them an apologetic smile. She noticed Puck hesitate before agreeing, Sam scooping up his laptop as they disappeared through the same door Abigail had been through. Sucking in a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears, Rachel turned to face Santana who had her hands placed on her hips, one eyebrow cocked.

'You need to come home with me Ray,' Santana told her, voice now soft. The word home undid the control she had been holding onto all day and Rachel felt her eyes burn as the tears slipped out.

'Home? What home Santana? I don't have anyone anymore!' Rachel can feel the crack in her chest widen and split further, like a giant chasm that was once bridged now fall apart again. 'First my fathers and now Blaine! They're all dead San! I'm the only Berry left on the family tree!'

'That's cold Ray. What the fuck am I huh? We've been through shit together, all of us. I thought that counted for something,' Santana bit back and Rachel heard the angry thread in her tone warring with a deep hurt.

'God San you know I love you. But I can't go back to the place I thought would be a fresh start because it's tainted now. Blaine will be everywhere and he's already in everything I see. Omaha isn't going to help me get through this.'

'Then we'll pack up and-'

'No Santana Lopez. You are one year away from finishing law school and I know you had someone draw up the plan for your corner office because I saw it on the starboard when I wrote the memo for you to get milk. I demand you stay behind-'

'I'm not leaving you behind Rachel. Don't talk-'

'Santana your father will kill you.'

'So? You think I care what that asshole thinks about what I do? Fuck him and fuck everybody that has a problem with Santana Lopez because-'

Rachel reached for Santana's hands, gripping her palms tightly as if they were a lifeline.

'He's your father San and what about your mother?' Rachel chastened, recalling the sweet demeanor of Naya Lopez. 'I know what its like to lose a parent San, and I'm not going to be the one responsible for making a parent lose her daughter.'

'You're such an overdramatic bitch, you know that?' Santana asked, voice thick. 'So okay say I stay behind and let you out into the world. What are you going to do?'

'I was hoping the Puckerman's would consider employing me,' Rachel hedged.

'Excuse me? I understand the guy looks like he could make you wet by breathing air, but what the fuck?'

Rachel regarded Santana warily, as if sizing her up for what she was about to say. 'Santana Blaine…Blaine didn't leave this world by unconventional means.'

Santana looked at her expectantly.

Rachel repeated what Puck and the Winchesters had told her, aware of the darkening edge pulling at her best friend's features.

'So you're telling me that the boogey man killed Blaine? And tied you up?' Santana asked, her words measured and slow. Rachel nodded mutely and it seemed this was all Santana needed, because the Latina brushed by her towards the door Puck had left through.

'San? San? What are you doing?'

Puck heard Rachel's shout through the thin walls, Dean looking over his shoulder as they stood at the mouth of the winding staircase that led to their home above the bar. Puck did the same and the next thing he knew, Santana had her fist buried in his face and had aimed a kick at Dean's thigh.

'What the ever lovin' fuck?' Puck cried out, Dean echoing his sentiments, clutching his cheek as Santana heaved.

'Santana!' Rachel spat out, rushing to Puck's side and peeling away his hand. Her fingers fluttered at his cheek and Puck didn't bother straightening, enjoying the play of her touch even as the flesh felt a bit tender.

'You tell her there's evil out in the world, that you couldn't save her brother. Be grateful that I didn't rip your dicks out because she's here safe,' Santana hissed, fists clenching. The touch from his cheek disappeared and Rachel let out a sob before breaking down in Santana's arms. The Latina smoothed the hair on Rachel's head, shot back a glare.

'If you take her hunting, you better make sure there's not a scratch on this fine ass everytime I see her,' Santana remarked coolly.

Puck said the only thing that came to mind.

'WTF?'