This is a fictional story based on the popular television show Supernatural. The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Castiel, are products of the brilliant mind of Eric Kripke. As is the base story line of two rouge brothers on a cross-country road trip, hunting monsters/demons/anything that needs to be taken care of/etc. and befriending odd angels. However, all new characters introduced in this story including, but not limited to Quinn Gibson, are products of my own imagination and creation; as well as the added story line. I do claim and reserve my rights to these new ideas. All characters are fictional. Any relation to another person, character, or story line are purely coincidental.

Sorry about getting this by so late, if anyone is following this story. I am really going to try to be better at updating this, I swear.

Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.

For once Dean tried to be up before Sam would be in hopes that he could get to the motel first thing and try to either reason with Sam or deflect some of the animosity that he most likely still felt towards Quinn. Someone somewhere must have been looking out for him, because when Dean walked into the motel room, Sam was still fast asleep. Quietly he started to pack a few of his items, hoping that if the transition is quick they won't put a heavy focus on how awkward it is. Whether or not Sam is happy about it, they're still going to have to watch over Quinn, but Dean knows that Sam is going to fight it every step of the way.

"Morning." Sam said as he sat up in bed. "Glad to see you didn't spend the night with Quinn."

"Oh, I did."

"Are you kidding me?"

Dean stopped packing and looked at Sam, "What did you think was going to happen?"

"Maybe once you found out what she is you would end the romantic part of your relationship." Sam answered and quizzically looked at Dean. "Please tell me that you are, at the very least, no longer sleeping with her."

Dean let out an uncomfortable laugh as he continued to pack, "Of course not."

"Dean." Sam knew that his brother just flat out lied to him.

"What?"

"I would hope that you would have the common sense to not sleep with a thing that is literally draining of whatever it is that she needs to survive."

"I'm fine." Dean had his back to Sam, so the younger Winchester couldn't see how much of a lie that was. "And she's not a thing, she's a person."

"She's a succubus." Sam whispered, as if someone was listening in.

This time Dean turned to correct his brother, "Half, half succubus and half human."

"What's the difference?" Sam asked.

"I'm not entirely sure Sam, but if you want to know so bad, why don't you ask her." Dean answered and zipped up his bag. "Although I don't see how our relationship is any of your business."

"When one party is essentially slowly killing the other party, I feel like it's time to intervene." Sam paused for a moment, deep in thought, "You know, I feel like I'm usually on the other end of these conversations."

"Pack your stuff, we gotta head out."

"With or without Quinn?"

"With Quinn, Sam, we're going with Quinn."

"Do you think we can still trust her?"

"Yes, we can still trust her, it's not like she's suddenly changed, she's still the same person." Dean told Sam before going out to the car. "Now, get your stuff together, she'll be here any minute."

With a heavy groan Sam got out of bed and went to the bathroom. While Sam got dressed Dean put everything of his in the car and waited outside for Quinn. To see her approaching was bittersweet for Dean, he is always happy to see her, but he is fully aware of what difficulties lie ahead, especially when it comes to bringing Sam around. They have never seen eye-to-eye on situations such as this and it is hard to have a discussion about something when it is thrust upon you without any real warning.

"I got your note." Quinn said as she handed Dean her duffle, so he could put it in the back of the Impala.

"Obviously." He said, uncharacteristically keeping his distance from her. "Listen, this is still a volatile situation with Sam, it may take a little coaxing to try and get him to even agree to bring you along."

"I understand, this isn't going to be easy."

"Did you ever think that it would be?" Dean asked as they walked around to the side of the car.

"No, but that's the difficulty with being half-human, I still having feelings about stuff." Quinn got into the backseat of the car, but kept the door open to talk to Dean.

"Yeah, I've actually been meaning to ask you how that all works…"

She watched as Sam walked out of the motel room towards the Impala, "We have company."

Immediately Dean shut the door and turned to his brother, "Come on Sammy, we're burning daylight."

"So, she's really coming with us?"

"Yes, for the last time, she really is coming with us." Dean answered. "No matter what the circumstances are, she still needs our protection and I still want to help her."

Sam let out a heavy sigh, "I still don't trust this, Dean."

"Believe it or not, I have heard you every single time you said that." Dean said as the pair walked to the trunk. "It may seem like I don't, but I do. There is still something after her and no matter what you say I am still going to have feelings for her. You might as well just deal with the fact that this is happening."

"I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, but please just do me a solid and be okay with her riding along."

"Fine."

"Thank you."

Sam and Dean took their usual seats in the passenger and driver seat, respectively. The air was thick and tense, proving that this situation is just as awkward as predicted.

"Hey Sam." Quinn said, trying to break the ice and tension.

"Quinn." Sam mumbled from the passenger seat.

That's how far their initial conversation went, Quinn knew better than to poke the bear or rather the moose. Along down the road Quinn felt that enough time had passed and she wanted to try and strike up another conversation, hoping to clear the air.

"You know, Dean was beginning to ask me a question earlier and I think now would be the perfect time for that."

"Really?" Sam asked. "I mean you kept this a secret from us long enough."

"You're one to talk." Dean snapped.

"What was that?"

"How long did it take you to tell me about Ruby and the fact that you got back from hell?"

"I did that to protect you Dean."

Dean looked at him, then Sam realized that's the exact same thing that Quinn told them to explain her secrecy the previous evening.

"I reiterate, happy to answer all questions now." Quinn chimed in from the backseat.

Yet again the car was filled with an uncomfortable silence for quite a few miles. There were times that it would everything would feel better and times that it felt worse. To say that everyone was walking on eggshells would be putting it lightly.

Much to everyone's surprise, Sam became the one to speak, "What are you, exactly?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean you told us succubus, but Cass said you're only part."

"He's right, I'm half that and half human."

"Can that actually happen?"

"Not usually, but there are rare occurrences." She answered. "With my parents it was the age-old tale of boy falls in love with girl who is trying to steal his essence for sustenance and the girl falls in love with boy."

"I'd read that book." Dean said.

"You're living that book." Sam told him.

Dean shrugged, "It isn't bad."

"Anyway, when they found out my mom was pregnant, they had to get married, because it was the 50's and you had to be married before the baby." Quinn answered. "After I was born, she gave up her immortality and abilities to stay with my dad, but that didn't stop it from being ingrained into my DNA."

"Wait, you're fifty?" Dean asked.

"By the time a succubus or incubus mature, they stop aging. Since I'm half-human, I age about half the rate of a normal person, so I'm not immortal, but I'll get really old."

"You're seriously fifty years old?" It was a concept that Dean couldn't quite warp his head around.

"Yeah, technically fifty-five, but who's counting?"

Sam thought back to the conversation he was having with Dean in the motel, "So, what exactly is the difference between you and a full-blood succubus?"

"Whatever abilities I have are greatly diminished and I don't need the same amount of…sustenance."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Not unless I was in danger, never the way that Blair did." The answer trudging up memories of her former best friend. "I actually hate that she did that."

"Have you ever used the binding symbol?"

"Nope, never did that either." She answered. "Since I'm half-human I do still have some humility, a stronger sense of right and wrong."

"Well, that's comforting."

"Honestly, I hate what I am, I would give almost anything to just let that part of myself go, but my mom has never told me exactly how she did it."

Now Sam began to feel some empathy for Quinn, for the first time since her confession, and he truly felt bad about constantly referring to her as a monster. A while ago he was in the same position and he was so quick to forget how terrible that felt. Maybe it was knowing that she wanted to change and the way that she said it, he could tell that it wasn't a lie. Like Dean, Sam was blind to Quinn's issues, but in a different way, he never stopped to consider how she felt about everything. Even though he had been in similar situations, his reactions to Quinn since she joined them on the road have always been negative.

"Maybe that's why she's want you to know, because you'd do anything." Sam said, offering an honest answer and trying to show a little bit more compassion.

"Makes sense."

Inside one half of a mid-century duplex, a younger man in his boxers and a t-shirt, walks to his couch with a beer and bowl of chips in hand. He switches the TV to the local sports channel in anticipation for the football game that is set to start at any moment. From behind him came a few loud creeks near the stairs, but he brushed it off as the house settling. This is still fairly new house to him and he's not quite used to all the noises yet. Although as it continued on through the first half of the game, he became uneasy.

During halftime he got up to use the bathroom and as he passed by the mirror there was a glimpse of a face, but when he turned to look, it was gone. In record time he did what he had to in the bathroom, without another look at the mirror, and raced back to the living room in time to watch the last half of the game.

Nestled safely on the couch once more, all of the noises stopped and when he muted the TV the house was dead silent. Then he heard breathing right next to his ear, sending a shudder down his spine. He tried his hardest to stay calm, but his heart was beating out of his chest.

"So, you like games?" A voice whispered.

Before he could answer an unseen force violently shoved the couch and it nearly hit the wall. He scrambled for his cell phone, knowing that there was one person he could call that would believe him.

"You know, you don't act like someone who's fifty." Dean said, still driving.

"Well, I can't, I have to keep up appearances and act like a twenty-something, you know with hashtags and selfies and YOLOs."

"YOLOs?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time.

"You only live once."

Both brothers broke out in laughter simultaneously, but abruptly stopped when Sam's cell phone began to ring.

"Hello, Sam Winchester." He said and listened intently to whoever was on the other end. "We will be there soon and I know this is going to sound weird, but in the meantime stay in the kitchen and pour a ring of salt around yourself, that'll protect you."

"What is it?" Dean asked as Sam hung up the phone.

"It's someone that I helped a while ago, by myself, and it sounds like he needs help again."

"Is it the same thing as last time?"

"No, last time his fiancée made a deal with a demon and he came to collect his payment."

Dean grimaced, "Please tell me it's not a demon thing, I don't really feel like encountering hell hounds any time soon."

"This sounds like a ghost or vengeful spirit, but he doesn't have the knowhow to stop it."

"Alright, where is he?"

"As luck would have it, which it rarely ever does, he's in the next town over."

The town where they needed to be was another little place off the beaten path, but unlike other places, this one seems to have a younger generation moving in and refurbishing the entire area. Out of the three motels in town, they picked the "worst" one, which turned out to be a lot nicer than what they are used to, but it's still not exactly a five-star establishment. Since things were going well on the car ride over, Quinn didn't want to take any chances and got a room next to Sam and Dean's. It gives Sam a chance to cool off when he needed it and when she wants alone time with Dean, they have a private room to themselves.

"Sam and I are going to check out this guy's house, hopefully this is cut and dry." Dean told Quinn.

"You don't want me to come along too?"

"No, it's best if you stay here, that way we have someone for backup or something."

"Alright, but do be careful, you're not exactly running on a full tank."

"I'll be careful," He said with a little smirk, "Scout's honor."

"You're not a scout."

"Hunter's honor, even better."

"Watch out for him Sam." Quinn said as she walked them to the door.

Sam smiled, "I always do."

"Come back safe, the both of you."

"Promise." Dean said and kissed her once before walking out with Sam.

The location of the little duplex was not too far away from the motel where the Winchesters were staying. They found the front door slightly ajar. Raising their weapons, Sam and Dean entered the house with great caution. Given his haste to get somewhere safe, the victim didn't have the chance to get his living room back in order. By the size of the couch, it was easy to assume that it took some strong force to move it. Finally, they found the victim cowering in the kitchen in the middle of a salt ring and holding onto a crucifix for dear life.

"Hey Easton, you okay?" Sam asked.

"Relatively." The man shakily replied.

"What happened here?"

"I was watching the game and during halftime I went upstairs to take a piss, I thought I saw something in the mirror, but at the time just brushed it off." Easton's eyes were daring around the room, making sure that if anything reappeared he saw it. "Then I came back into the living room and it said something in my ear and before I knew it my couch was moving towards the wall."

"And this is the first time you've had any experiences like this?" Dean asked.

"First time since Whitney died."

"Whitney was the fiancée." Sam whispered to Dean.

"I may be sick, but I'm not stupid." Dean whispered back.

"Anyway, since you knew about all of this when it was Whitney, I thought you'd be the person to call."

"Can you give us a minute?" Sam asked and pulled Dean aside. "Do you think he's safe here?"

"That thing moved a couch." Dean answered very matter-of-factly. "I wouldn't stay here."

"Got any place to go?" Sam asked Easton.

"No, I burned all of my bridges with that Whitney thing."

"I think we should leave him with Quinn." Dean suggested.

"Okay, now it's more of a question of the lesser of two evils." Sam said.

Now, the brothers were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't realize that there was a ghostly figure beginning to form a few feet away from them.

Easton was watching the figure and tried to get their attention, "Guys…"

"It'll be fine and if something goes wrong with the spirit stuff, she can help."

"Guys!"

With a roll of his eyes, Dean lifted his sawed-off shotgun and fired a round through the figure before it had the chance to full materialize.

"She's not going to do anything to him, he'll be fine."

Easton sat in his spot safely in the salt ring with his mouth hanging open. Even after everything that happened with his fiancée, this whole spirit world thing is still a hard pill to swallow.

Sam gave in, "Fine, I trust your judgment."

"About damn time." Dean said. "Easton, do you have anything here from the previous owners?"

"A trunk in the basement full of weird stuff that the family didn't want, I guess."

"We're going to take you to a motel and you're going to stay there with my girlfriend until we finish the job." Dean told Easton, almost as if he were a child.

"Okay." Easton answered in a childlike manner.

Waiting back in the motel room, Quinn was doing research, something that she was trying to keep secret from Sam and Dean. Having Sam and Dean know what she is was a huge weight off of her shoulders, but there are still some things that they can't know about. If they could understand the situation, she would share with them, but for now, it's something best kept to herself. Being that she was elbows deep in research, Sam and Dean bursting through the door with some stranger was rather jarring.

Quinn jumped out of her seat, "Who the hell is that?"

"This is Easton, we're getting a vengeful spirit out of his house and you have to make sure that nothing gets to him." Dean told her as he grabbed a few things out of the motel room, then promptly turned to leave. "We'll be safe, bye."

Neither Quinn nor Easton moved from their spots, "Hi, I'm Quinn."

"I'm Easton."

Saying that this was awkward was an understatement, "Alright then…"

Below the main level of Easton's home was a run-of-the-mill borderline creepy hoarder's basement. There were stacks of boxes that were nearly as tall as Sam and Dean, if Quinn were here she would get lost, and the only true pathway through was one that went from the door to the water heater and other such mechanics.

"Why are basements always a mess?" Dean asked, up to his waist in random cardboard boxes. "And they stuff that you're looking for is never at the front, ever."

Sam stopped looking around, "Yes, let's put this creepy old trunk full of someone else's stuff from a hundred years ago at the front of the room, that makes sense."

"Shut up." Dean said, unable to come up with a better comeback. "Do you think I should be doing this? With my illness and everything."

"If you're well enough to go on this hunt then you are well enough to dig through boxes." Sam answered and got to the back wall, there was a tattered leather trunk below a few other newer cardboard boxes. "Dean, I found the trunk."

"Good, now let's take it out back, burn it, toss some hex bags in the walls, and get back in time for dinner."

Scrambling over the boxes, Dean went back to Sam and helped him drag the trunk to the backyard. Once it was outside they opened it, just to get a peek at what was inside. It turned out to be nothing important, just the random things that a woman would keep around for a long period of time. Since it seemed like this was all that they needed to destroy, Sam tossed the trunk into Easton's fire pit and covered it with lighter fluid. Dean then proceeded to light the trunk on fire. Once it had consumed at least half of the trunk, they went inside to put the hex bags around the house, just to be on the safe side.

Getting back inside Sam and Dean felt something different in the house, the air was thick and heavy, and there was an overwhelming sense of uneasiness. Knowing from experience that splitting up may not be the best way to distribute the hex bags, they put one in each of the walls together. This proved to be a smart move as Dean's condition seemed to be getting worse the longer they were in the house. After the second bag was in the wall they felt a presence descend upon them.

"Great, now we're just pissing it off." Dean said angrily.

Another ghostly woman appeared behind Sam, Dean was surprisingly quick to raise his sawed-off and shot the entity through the chest. With this small window of opportunity, they ran into the kitchen and stood in the small ring of salt. Sam kept watch as Dean reloaded his weapon. That same woman reappeared near them in the kitchen and Sam got a better look at her before Dean shot her through the chest again.

"You take this." Dean shoved the rifled into Sam's hands. "I'm gonna call Quinn."

"She didn't look like she was from the same time period as the trunk, I think this is someone new."

"That's just what we need, told you we pissed it off." Dean said as he put his phone to his ear. "Quinn, is there anything else from the previous owner in the house?"

"Is there anything else from the previous owners in the house?" Quinn asked.

"No, just the one trunk, that's it." Easton answered.

"Just the trunk." Quinn relayed to Dean.

Yet again the woman appeared and just as quickly disappeared, giving Sam no time to react. However, he did get a chance to look at her face and he noticed something, she is nearly identical to Easton's fiancée, but she was drug into the depths of hell by a demon a couple years ago.

"Dean." Sam said, trying to get his brother's attention, but Dean was trying to listen to Quinn and Easton's conversation.

"Give me a brief history of the house." Quinn said to Easton.

Easton was nervous, one reason being that he didn't know what was going on in his house and the other being that he is done with all of this paranormal stuff, "I don't know, the nice little old lady that was there before me bought the place new."

"Did she die there?"

"Yeah."

"Anyone else die in the house?"

"Nope, I think that's it."

"Dean." Sam said again.

"Not now Sam, I'm trying to hear this." Dean replied.

"That's it then?" Quinn asked Easton.

"That's it, I don't know what else to tell you."

"Dean, it's the fiancée." Sam blurted out.

"It can't be, she's…elsewhere." Dean said, choosing his words carefully just in case Easton could hear what him. Something inside told him to believe Sam though, so he went back to Quinn, "Does he have anything from his fiancée?"

"Dean, we both know that's not possible, she's in…" Then Quinn abruptly stopped talking and Dean could faintly hear Easton in the background. "She had a twin!"

"Is she alive?"

"No." Quinn drew out the word.

"Does he have anything from the sister?"

"Anything from the sister?" Dean heard Quinn ask Easton, but he couldn't hear the reply until Quinn told him, "He kept a locket given to Whitney by her sister, he keeps it hanging up in his room."

"I think we got this now, thanks Quinn." Dean said and hung up. "Sam, you go upstairs, there's a locket hanging up in his bedroom, toss it in the fire with the trunk."

"You go get it."

"You can run faster, I'll distract the stupid ghost." Dean took back his rifle and waited until Sam was upstairs to start taunting. "Hey you dumb bitch, it's not his fault that your sister died. She messed with the bull, so she got the horns."

"Don't talk about my sister like that!" A spectral voice hollered and with a great force she trust Dean against the wall before evaporating again.

Dean slowly got up and brought his rifle up, waiting for the woman to come back, "She made a deal with a demon and she had what was coming to her."

Upstairs in Easton's bedroom Sam could hear his brother's struggle with some unseen force. Probably out of sentiment for his lost fiancée, Easton hung the locket off of one of his bedposts. Inside the little silver heart was a picture of the fiancée and her twin sister. Sam ran back downstairs with the locket and threw it into the barely burning trunk fire. At the time he felt bad passing by Dean, who was still physically fighting the ghost. The moment that the necklace hit the fire, the spirit stopped hurting Dean and disappeared. Able to finally breathe, Dean turned over and starred up at the ceiling. Sam walked in and helped his brother off of the floor, but he could tell that between the bad energy in the house and the brutal whooping from the ghost, Dean's energy supply was severely low.

Sam helped his brother up off the ground, "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, let's just get this job done."

Now with the trunk and locket in the fire, Sam and Dean split up to put the final hex bags in the walls, even though it went against some of their better judgment. In the moments following that final and very crucial step, the house felt lighter and more airy. There was nothing in this house that would bother Easton anymore, at least nothing supernatural.

Back at the car Dean felt his eyelids getting heavy, so he tossed the keys to Sam. By the time they got to the hotel Dean had actually nodded off for a minute, but Sam woke him up so they could go inside. Easton was in the fetal position on the spare bed in Quinn's room and she was sitting next to him, doing her best to console him.

"How is he doing?" Sam asked.

"It's been a rough day." Quinn answered.

"Tell me about it." Dean said and collapsed on Quinn's bed.

"Is my house okay?" Easton asked.

"You're house is fine, a few holes in the wall, but nothing a quick patch won't fix."

"Holes?"

"Yeah, we had to put hex bags in your walls, don't take them out." Sam answered. "Easton, what happened to Whitney's sister?"

"They were twins, she couldn't live without Whitney, so she committed suicide a few days after Whitney's death."

"That's probably why she was there, she was after you for Whitney's death." Dean said before covering his face with a pillow.

"Why did she make the deal with the demon anyway?" Sam asked.

"Back in college her boyfriend nearly drank himself to death, so she made a deal that night so that he could survive his hospital stay."

"I'm assuming you were not that boyfriend."

"No, I wasn't, she told me about him, but never what she did to save him." Easton answered. "At least, not until the end."

"It was probably like at our old place, the good spirit was trying to keep the bad at bay." Sam said and though it was tough to tell, Dean nodded underneath the pillow.

"Is that normal?" Easton asked.

"More common than you would think, like everything else spirits can be good or bad and the good will do what they can to keep the bad at bay." Quinn answered.

"So, it's safe for me to go home?"

"It should be." Sam answered.

Without warning Cass appeared in the room and this was such a surprise to Easton that he nearly passed out. He didn't actually faint, but he did freak out and start hyperventilating and mumbling in incoherent sentences.

"Easton, calm down, he's a friend." Quinn said and looked to the other three men in the room. "Why don't you all take this in the other room?"

"I would like to speak with you as well, Quinn." Cass said.

"Alright, I will join you when I get him calmed down."

Together Sam, Dean, and Cass went to the guy's room next door, but left the door open a little bit for Quinn.

"Man, that guy is not cut out for this." Dean said first thing when they got in the room.

"Most people aren't." Sam said. "So, Cass, what's up?"

"Just dropped by to check on you." Cass answered. "How are you feeling Dean?"

"Can't complain."

"Except for the fact that a ghost kicked your ass today, you're fine." Sam said.

"Are you still sick?" Cass asked.

"Well, you did just tell us about this yesterday, that's not even enough time to recover from the flu." Dean answered.

"He hasn't stopped sleeping with Quinn." Sam blabbed to Cass.

"Sleeping with her is not recommended, Dean."

"What am I supposed to do?" Dean asked. "I'm a guy, she's a girl, and we like each other. The rest is what people in our situation tend to do."

"Usually yes, but this is not a usual situation." Sam said. "I mean, do you actually see yourself having a future with her?"

"I don't know, but I don't hate the idea of a future with her." Dean knew right away that this wasn't the answer that Sam was looking for. "You can't be mad at me for this."

"I'm not mad." Sam said, trying to keep his cool. "I'm just…disappointed."

Dean was taken aback, "Disappointed?"

"Yeah Dean, I'm disappointed." Sam answered. "Come you, you were always the one saying that we should never get ourselves into situations like this."

"Well, maybe I was wrong."

"How do you even know that these are your real feelings? For all we know, she could've put a succubus curse on your or whatever it is and is controlling all of this."

"She's not controlling me, she wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?"

"For starters she told us earlier today that she doesn't and the only person I ever felt this way about was Lisa." Dean answered, both he and Sam were surprised that he brought her up. Even Cass was a bit shocked. "I know what those feelings were, Sam, and I never thought that I'd have that again."

Sam started to feel bad for his brother, for still having his doubts about Quinn that he just couldn't seem to shake, "Dean, I'm…"

"Save it."

Even though he was still mad, Sam began to soften a bit, "Whether or not you like it and whether or not she's actually trying, she is effectively killing you, Dean."

"Oh, my ears are burning." Quinn said as she walked into the room.

"Quinn." Sam said, monster or not, he doesn't want to hurt her feelings, especially with the progress they made earlier in the day. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough." She answered. "Hey Castiel."

"Hello Quinn." Cass said. "I heard you are still sleeping with Dean."

"Okay, we're just going to jump right on into this then?"

"In case you haven't figure it out yet, Cass isn't one to beat around the bush." Dean said.

"I think it would be wise for you to stop doing that." Cass said, breezing over Dean's comment.

"I'm just going to put this out on the table now." Quinn said calmly. "I understand all of your concerns and this is something that we are figuring out. It takes time and it is a strange adjustment that just needs to work itself out. I am doing my best to try and, how can I put this, find the right dose of medication."

Dean cringed, "Maybe not the best terminology."

"Yeah, but it was the one closest to my point." Quinn said. "Now that we're through with that conversation, there is a man next door that needs a ride home."

"Sam can you take him?" Dean asked. "I'm kind of beat."

"Only if Cass will come along and make sure that the house is clear." Sam answered.

Cass shrugged, he had no qualms about tagging along with Sam to make sure that Easton was safe and sound at home. Besides, Sam is the only one of the three that Cass can seem to get a straight answer from. Sam grabbed the keys and walked out with Cass, it would be easier for Easton if Cass acted like a normal person for the time being.

"Dean, they are right, I am killing you." Quinn said when they were finally alone. "I don't want to and I try to block it, but it is happening."

"You're not killing me, I'm fine." Dean said with a halfhearted smile.

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am." He answered and kissed Quinn.

As things began to get hot and heavy, clothes were removed and cast aside. During the romantic progression Quinn could feel that she was becoming more powerful and in turn Dean was getting weaker, so she stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" Dean asked.

"Because you need your rest." Quinn answered. "Trust me, the best thing for you right now is sleep and fluids that aren't alcohol."

"Okay." Dean said and clung to the woman.

In a matter of moments he was sound asleep, but Quinn couldn't sleep. Her mind was racing with thoughts and fears. When Sam and Cass made it back to the motel, she pretended like she was asleep though.

"Great, they spelt together, again." Sam said.

"At least he's sleeping now, that's what will heal him." Cass said.

"There seriously isn't anything that you can do?"

"I'm afraid not." Cass replied. "The only way that Dean can live is if she either leaves or becomes human."

"Dammit."

"Watch over him Sam, chances are this is going to get far worse before it gets any better."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Call me if you need anything." Cass told Sam before disappearing.

Quinn listened to Sam move about the room, then he walked out the front door. It's likely that he went next door to what is technically her motel room, that way he doesn't have to be here when she or Dean wake up. Grappling with various decisions, Quinn ultimately chose the most difficult of all scenarios.

There was a small bag near the bathroom door that she had stealthily placed there when they arrived, just in case. On the dresser she left a few vials of her blood, a couple of her extra special hex bags, and a recipe and supplies to make more. She decided not to leave a note or any explanation on her departure, because then it felt to permanent. Just as she was about to leave she went back over to Dean, who was still sound asleep.

"I love you." She whispered and gently kissed his cheek.

With tears in her eyes Quinn took one last look at Dean before closing the door on him, for an unknown amount of time, possibly forever. After a few deep breaths she walked down to the main office and had them call a cab for her. Since it was late and this is a small town, it didn't take long for the cab to arrive.

"Where to miss?" The driver asked as he got out of the car and met Quinn.

She pulled a small slip of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him, "Can you take me to this address?"

"It'll take a while and it ain't gonna be cheap, but yes I can."

"Don't worry, I have it covered." Quinn said and pulled a hundred dollar bill out of her pocket. "I know it's going to be more than this, but you will get the rest and a nice tip when we arrive."

"Alright then." He said and put her bag in the trunk.

The cab ride was just one big long awkward silence. There was still no way that Quinn could sleep or do anything for that matter. As morbid as this sounds, all she honestly wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. Eventually the driver stopped in front of a stately looking home.

"We're here." He said.

Quinn gave him the entire fare and then some, "Keep the change."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, thank you." He said and got her bag for her as she got out of the car.

Each step leading up to the house was both a blessing and a curse and Quinn let out a very heavy sigh before knocking on the front door. A light above her flicked on and the door flung open.

Quinn forced a small smile, "Hi mom."

I know this doesn't exactly fit in with the music that they have for Supernatural, but the last scene was set to Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran.

Now, we're getting to my favorite part of the story and I am really excited. These last couple chapters I felt were necessary to the structure of the story, but it's in the coming few that really develop the big picture of the story.

Since I am getting back to a more normal schedule (battling work and insomnia is never a fun thing, I also just started watching Doctor Who and it is quite the time suck in the best possible way,) I should have the next chapter posted by at least Friday.