Chapter 20

Koven held tightly onto the files in hr hands as she and Dean exited the hospital. Then, something caught Dean's eye. Well, it was a someone who caught his eye.

He recognized her from the short hair, too the bear feet, and then to the bird perched on her shoulder. It was Banana. She was walking away from the drug store a couple buildings down from the hospital, holding onto a plastic bag. Then Dean remembered the address Bobby had given him.

This was the town Banana lived in. The bird turned it's head and let out a loud shriek. Banana turned around to face the two as the bird flew from her shoulder. Koven let out a slight scream before the bird came down, snatching the brown wig off her head.

"Dean!" Banana exclaimed. The sound of skin hitting pavement became loud as Banana ran over to just pinch Dean's cheeks and touch his face. The bird dropped the wig, then lanced on Dean's shoulder, digging it's claws into his suit.

"Get off!" Dean exclaimed. The bird screeched again before flying and perching itself on a lap post. Koven was looking terrified at Banana, and slowly bent down to pick up the wig.

"D-dean. Who is this?" She asked, trying not to stare.

"My name is Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fana Bo Besca the third! Banana for short!" She exclaimed, booping Koven on the nose. Koven's eyes widened a bit. "So Dean-o who's the girl?! Is this Koven?!" She asked over-excitedly.

"Yes, yes it is. Ummm... If you don't mind, we have to get going." Dean chuckled nervously, but Banana took Koven's hand.

"You are such a lucky girl! A boy who would try anything to save y..."

"That's enough!" Dean said, pulling Koven away from Banana. "We're going back to the motel." He said, pulling her away.

"Goodbye my child! Squeeeeee!" She danced away, the bird landing on top of her head this time. After turning the corner, Koven yanked her hand from Dean's.

"Dean." She said as he turned towards him. "What the hell was that?" She crossed her arms.

"Look Koven I can explain once we get back to the mo-" She shook he head.

"No Dean, you tell me right now." She said, gripping tightly yo the wig she had worn. Dean had to come up with an excuse. He was not about to tell her he did something she told him NOT to do.

"Look, remember when I had to help out Bobby? That day you are to much sugar?" She nodded slowly, her blue locks bouncing each time. "That was the crazy cat lady I told you about." He said. She nodded again before pausing, holding her arm. It was mostly healed from the last hunt, but it was still sore.

"Let's get back to the motel." She mumbled, taking Dean's hand and pulling him away now.

Koven sat on the single bed of Sam's room, costume free, wearing a red v-neck, and a pair of black shorts, Sam and Dean's work spread around her. Her coat had turned into a pencil holder, and a paper holder at some point.

The pillow rested on-top of her head, and she couldn't get the questions out of her head.

What was Banana, or whatever the hell her name is, going to say to her. She had a feeling it had to do with the deal she made, and it annoyed her to no end. Even if she knew the stubborn Dean Winchester wouldn't give up.

She removed the pillow from her face before she sat up, and few pencils rolled down her stomach, and tipping onto the bed once they hit her leg.

"You guys found anything yet?" She asked.

"No, and we might if you were helping us." Dean said, looking at the drawing Hannah had done. She picked up one of the files she had gotten from Mr. Reachbach and opened it.

"I've got it!" She exclaimed. she jumped over Sam's work and off the bed, papers flying. She rushed to get paper and a pencil. She sat on the floor, a book being used as a flat surface to write on. She began to write down different ordered letters.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"We're looking for numbers that have Kayla in the order it was written in! We are so stupid! The letters aren't in order! They're scrambled!" She exclaimed, still scribbling the letters down onto the paper.

"K-a-y-l-a. K-l-a-y-a. K-l-a-a-y. K-l-y-a-a. K-y-l-a-a. Ect." She said. "Then there's the L's. L-a-y-k-a. L-a-k-y-a. L-a-a-k-y. L-a-a-y-k. Ect." She continued to write down the different combinations of the five letters.

"How are we going to find all of these?" Dean asked, looking at the long list of combinations.

"We start looking at the order the letters are put in, Sherlock." Koven said, rolling her eyes. "Better start, Mr. Winchester." She handed him a file.

"Nothing!" Koven exclaimed, throwing her file down. She then, laid herself down onto the floor in a fatal position.

"Come one Koven. Are you really giving up?" Dean asked. She nodded, her nose rubbing against the carpet.

"I am." Came her muffled reply. She rolled over into her back, her legs crossing and her arms behind her head. "There's nothing." She mumbled. "I was wrong. Let's just continue looking for Kayla." She sat up, uncrossing her legs.

"I found something!" Sam exclaimed. Suddenly, Koven went from being depressed and giving up, to happy and excited. She crawled over to Sam's side of the bed and put a hand on his shoulder, leaning to look at the code.

"These." He pointed to a few name coded. 66y428-10l4a-a3k52, 113y52-87714-aa55k, y462la-899a4-k1113, and 28867y-7916a-ak337.

"Awesome. You are awesome Sam Winchester." She hugged him tightly and Dean couldn't help but glare at Sam. He wasn't sure why though. Koven took the papers and began to put it away, when it all fell onto the floor, flying every direction they could. "Damn it..." She said, bending down to pick up some papers. She stopped, taking one of the papers out and looking at it.

"Koven?" Dean questioned, standing up. "We've got another one." She said. She looked up. "There are two patients with the number 28867y-7916a-ak337."

"Mr. Reachbach, we have a question for you about a patient number we found." Koven said, fixing her coat.

"O-of course. W-what I-is it?" He asked. Dean looked over to Koven, since he couldn't remember it.

"Mr. Reachbach, we found this number/letter code belonged to two of your patients. The second time this number was listed, there was no name listed along with it." She held out the paper she had written the number/letter code on. "Do you remember who the second patient is?" She asked. Mr. Reachbach looked at the paper, his hands shaking so much the two hunters wondered if he could still read it.

"Y-yes I d-d-do." He said, looking up. "H-Hannah Jacobson."