The nurses rushed down the hospital hallways with a brown haired girl on the gurney. They turned the corner quickly as Dean and the others followed but stopped as they watched the nurses and doctors attach things to Scottie.

"Woodhill, Guinevere," One of the nurses said, "Fell unconscious due to burnage."

"On the outside?" Another nurse checked on Scottie's arms.

"Inside," the first nurse replied, "Strange. I know."

Dean, Reyna, and Cas started to slump towards the waiting room. Dean noticed Sam was not moving from his position and pulled on his arm. Reluctantly, he followed.

"Here for Miss Woodhill?" a Doctor asked the four of them and they all sat up.

"How is she?" Sam looked up at him.

"She's fine," the doctor smiled, "We're just going to put her on some medication for the burns."

"Burns?" Reyna asked.

The doctor nodded, "On the inside, as strange as it is, we have no clue what to do besides just give her some anti-inflammatory pills."

"But her fever-" Dean started.

"Somehow dropped from 105 to normal," the doctor sighed, "We have no clue what happened and we don't want to know. You should pull around to the front for her."

"Scottie can walk," Dean laughed, "can't she?"

"She's extremely weak," the doctor replied, "There's nothing we can do for her so you four have to make sure whatever happened doesn't happen again."

"Ready for the next case?" Dean asked as Sam and Reyna helped Scottie inside.

"Dean, you're insane," Cas glared at him, "Scottie can't go out like this."

"Cas, I'm fine," Scottie straightened up a little, "What is it?"

"Vampires," Dean looked proud of her.

Courage drained from Scottie's face and was replaced with fear, "Actually, I'd rather sit this one out."

"Because of a few burns?" Dean looked at her, "I got freaking electrocuted while hunting a Rawhead. I only had a few weeks to live. What makes you-"

Dean was cut off by Reyna making a sign with her hand telling Dean to knock it off.

"Besides," Scottie faked a smile, "You haven't hung out with Reyna a lot. Why don't you go with her?"

Dean thought for a moment and smiled at Reyna, then he looked at Sam, "Are you coming?"

Sam glared at Dean, "I should probably take care of Scottie."

Dean sighed, "I swear to god if we come back and find out that I'm going to be an uncle, you two are never alone again."

"Dean!" Reyna punched Dean and glared at him. She and Sam continued to help Scottie to the couch, "Just stay there. Sam'll take care of you."

"Reyna?" Scottie looked at her younger sister and made a motion with her hand for Reyna to come closer, "Good luck with Dean," she whispered and Reyna smiled and nodded.

"How much longer?" Reyna groaned from the back seat.

"Honestly," Dean muttered under his breath, "How does Scottie deal with you."

"She usually just threatens me."

"Well in that case," Dean pulled out a gun and pointed it at Reyna, "Ask one more question and I will blow your face off."

Cas's eyes darted from Dean, to the gun to Reyna.

Reyna on the other hand, laughed loudly, "I'm impressed, Dean. Holding a gun to me? I know you won't actually pull the trigger."

Dean's finger sat on the trigger for a moment, ready to pull, but he hesitated and set it down.

"Has anyone ever told you, you look sexy when you're cocky?" Dean smirked to himself.

Reyna shrugged, "Yes."

Cas still looked at the two of them, "Am I missing something?"

Dean shook his head, "Just being friendly, Cas."

"Dean, you held a gun to her head."

"It's how hunters make friends," Reyna said sarcastically.

Cas sat and thought for a moment about what he saw in the past and muttered, "Everything makes sense now."

"She's being sarcastic," Dean said in a serious tone.

"But she is right, Dean. You usually hold a gun to someone's head and make friends with them."

Dean and Reyna were quiet for a moment before they said in unison, "Shut up, Cas."

First things first, is to make sure that they are 98% sure it is actually a vampire doing the killing and not some psychotic serial killer.

"Aren't you a little young to be an FBI agent?" the doctor in the morgue asked Reyna

"In training," Dean covered, "She just tags along with me most of the time."

"In more ways than one," Reyna winked.

Cas rolled his eyes as the doctor opened the door and slid out the victim, "It was strange. The victim appeared to have been bit in the jugular vein. But then the brain had lost some of its juice with something."

Cas and Dean looked at each other with fear running through their veins, "Oh no."

Reyna paid no attention, "Thank you, sir. We'd like a few minutes alone with the victim."

The doctor walked away, but took a second glance at Reyna who still looked younger to even be an "FBI agent in training."

Reyna lifted the victims upper lip, revealing a set of pointed teeth, while Dean on the other hand, checked the wrist.

"It's a vampire not a wrai-" Reyna's eyes widened as Dean showed her the spike, "What the hell."

"Cas, I thought the Jefferson Starships were dead," Dean looked at Cas.

"What?" Reyna's eyes widened, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Eve made monster hybrids," Dean filled her in, "But Cas supposedly killed them."

"Who the hell is Eve?!"

Dean waved her off, "So what do we do?"

"We find the…" Cas hesitated, "Jefferson Starship and take them out."

"I swear, you guys are like Australians," Reyna groaned, "It's like once I think I understand what the hell you're talking about, I lose what the hell you're talking about."

Cas and Dean walked off and Reyna threw her hands in the air, "OH COME ON."

"Alright," Sam sat at the couch opposite of Scottie, "Do you have any clue what happened yesterday?"

Scottie nodded as she took a sip of the hot chocolate Sam made for her, "I don't know how it happened-"

"It happened," Sam interrupted, "Was it Abel or…?"

"Abel?" Scottie did a nervous laugh, "He's um… a demon now…"

"How-"

"Well," Scottie set her mug down, "You see, because of my blood, if I were to become a vessel, the angel or demon that chooses me, will become the ultimate demon."

"He was an angel and now he's a demon…?"

"A Grigori to be exact. He has angel and demon powers."

Sam's eyes widened as he muttered, "What the hell have I gotten myself into."

"Oh hush," Scottie threw a pillow, "You know you like it. It keeps you on the edge."

Sam caught the pillow, "Another thing. Why did you act so terrified when Dean mentioned vampires?"

"First hunting trip I ever went on," Scottie replied and grabbed her hot chocolate, "A vampire almost bit me and-"

"You were like ten, right?"

"Eight, in fact."

"Dean, where the hell did you come up with the name Jefferson Starships?" Reyna asked as the three of them started walking out of the building.

"Because they're horrible and hard to kill," Dean replied, "What would you name them?"

"Hell on Earths," Reyna said.

"So like you?"

"Exactly, except I'm more of a Hell on Heels type of girl."

Dean smirked, "What I'd do to see you in heels."

"Guys," Cas sighed, "We have a job to do."

"Right," Reyna said, "Do you have any way on tracking this… Jefferson Starship?"

"We talk to people who knew the victim," Dean told her, "Have you two actually talked it out with anyone?"

Reyna shook her head, "We're more of a 'ask questions later' kind of family."

"So that's why you and Scottie just killed the witch on the spot?"

"She set my house on fire, Dean."

"Hey," Dean said in a serious matter, "Your dad set my house on fire and killed my parents."

"Yes, and my sister almost killed you in the same way. Nice to meet you," They had reached the car and gotten in, "Could we get some food? I'm starving!"

"Reyna, we need to talk," Dean said as Reyna dug into her burger.

"Shoot," Reyna took a large bite.

"You can't keep doing that shoot first ask questions later thing."

"Why not? You do it."

Dean and Cas looked at each other for a moment and then Cas sat forward

"It's dangerous for you and Scottie."

"How? Exactly?" Reyna took another bite, "We're trying to survive. That's the motto of a hunter, right? Kill anything that gets in your way?"

Dean rubbed his temples, "You know that we only kill when someone's life is threatened, right?"

"My life feels threatened, is that not a good reason."

"You feel threatened about 90% of the time," Cas looked from Reyna to Dean and then back to Reyna.

"Well, I apparently have to kill my sister, Destiel."

"I don't understand," Cas blinked, "What is that."

"You and Dean, You Ugly douche biscuit."

"You don't have to kill Scottie, Reyna," Dean lowered his voice, "Not if I can help it."

"Then please hurry up and save the damsel in distress, Prince Charming," Reyna threw a fry at Dean.

Back on the road, Cas, Reyna, and Dean arrived at the sister of the victim's house.

"Reyna," Dean grabbed her wrist, "we should talk."

"If this is about the 'ask questions later' thing, you might as well take my gun right now," Reyna growled.

"No, it's not about that," Dean sighed.

"Then what-" Reyna tried to make Dean release her, but his lips interrupted her thought by pressing against her lips. She was shocked at first and gave in a little.

"Um… guys," Cas stood awkwardly beside them, "We have a case to do."

At that moment, Reyna pulled away and hit Dean in the shoulder, "What the hell was that?"

"Just trying to let you forgive me," Dean smirked.

"Forgive you for-" She pulled her wrist from the door frame, but was handcuffed, "YOU SON OF A BITCH."

"Love you too," Dean smiled and walked into the house with Cas by his side.

Dean pushed the doorbell and waited a moment for a blonde woman to open the door.

"Hi," Dean said and then the woman closed the door.

"Not having, much luck, are you?" Reyna shouted from her handcuffs.

"Shut up," Dean shouted at Reyna.

He knocked again and the woman shouted, "Go away."

"Alright, that's it," Dean kicked in the door to see the woman scream.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"We just want to help," Cas tried to calm her down.

"Really?" She cried, "My brother is dead because of me turning into this… thing!"

"A Jefferson Starship," Dean corrected her.

"Wow, such a scientific term!" She shouted, "Now leave me alone!"

"We'd love to," Dean held up his gun, "But you're a killer, and we can't have that."

The woman pushed Dean against a wall, "You have a gorgeous face. I'd hate to see it get ruined."

"It won't get ruined," Cas yelled, "Not if I can't help it."

She laughed loudly and craned Dean's head to reach his neck at a better anger.

"This'll only hurt a bit," She smiled as she revealed her teeth.

"Hey, Plastic Tits," Reyna's voice came from behind the woman. She turned around to have Reyna decapitate her with Dean's blade.

"Plastic tits?" Dean asked Reyna, "Really?"

She shrugged, "You do realize who you're dealing with, right?"

"Of course," Dean smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Have you ever thought about the future?" Sam asked Scottie as he laid on the chair across from her.

"What do you mean?" Scottie looked over at him.

"I mean, have you ever wanted to settle down?"

"Of course. I want to settle down. Have a family."

"Even with the whole Cambion thing?"

Scottie growled, "Wow, I never bring up the whole demon blood thing that you do."

Sam was quiet for a moment, "Sorry, I didn't-"

"No it's fine," Scottie laid back down, "I want my family to be away from this whole hunting thing. You?"

"I don't know. I wanted a family when I was younger, but-"
"You realized how difficult it is to have a family as a hunter."

"Exactly," Sam sighed, "I still want one though."

"Maybe we could start one," Scottie sat up, "Buy a dog, make a family." Scottie smiled at Sam, "How does that sound?"

Sam smiled back, "That sounds great actually."

Scottie walked over to him, "Even though Dean doesn't exactly approve of me?"

Sam's smile turned into more of a smirk as she straddled him, "Especially that."

Scottie leaned down to kiss him. And at that exact moment, the others walked in.

"We're home!" Reyna shouted in a cheerful way.

Scottie quickly rolled off Sam and ran to the other couch.

"Are we interrupting something?" Dean asked in the same way a protective father would ask his teenage daughter when she was kissing her boyfriend.

"Just a tender moment," Sam growled at Dean.

"Well good," Dean smirked.

"It was a Jefferson Starship," Cas told Sam.

"What?" Scottie looked at Sam.

"I'll tell you later," Sam shook his head at Scottie.

Later that night, the boys went to bed, which left Scottie and Reyna alone in the living room.

"So is Sam a good kisser?" Reyna asked Scottie.

"What?" Scottie looked surprised.

"Is Sam a good kisser?"

"I-I-" Scottie stuttered, "I guess so?"

"Well Dean's an amazing kisser."

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"Keep your voice down! Yes! He kissed me!"

"Details! Details!"

"He kissed me and… then he handcuffed me."

Scottie's lips turned into a thin line, "So he's into the kinky stuff?"

"NO. NOT LIKE THAT. I mean he handcuffed me to the Impala."

"What."

"Forget it! How's Sam?"

"Fine. Just… fine."

Reyna playfully punched her, "Details!"

"Have you ever had a chocolate covered pretzel?"

"Are you seriously comparing kissing a Winchester to eating food."

Scottie groaned, "It's like the most wonderful thing in the entire history of everything. I cannot fathom any words to describe how amazing he makes me feel. I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

Reyna blinked, "Wow, and I was just going to compare kissing Dean to my first kiss."

"You would wouldn't you."

"Dean's so much more passionate than Derek. Like, I actually felt something for Dean. You know?"

"Hey, Sis," Scottie asked.

"Yes?"

"I think we've finally found our similarities," Scottie smiled.

And then Reyna smiled back at her, "Yeah, I think we have."