"So, you're saying after this mystery girl helped you, she disappeared without a trace?" Bobby asked Dean.

Dean nodded his head as he cleaned the holy water from his face. He knew when he saw Bobby again it might be a bit exciting since someone obviously had thought he was dead. However, he had expected the fight he had just finished with the older hunter. And after explaining his journey to getting here in the first place, Dean mentioned the mystery girl who had helped him along the way until suddenly disappearing.

"Completely vanished." Dean said. "At first I thought maybe blew by the rest stop might have gotten her, but now that I think about it…she was kind of…odd."

"Odd?" Bobby questioned.

Dean nodded again as he stopped the cloth to the side before leaning against the counter.

"She appears in the location I had to dig myself out of." Dean said. "She claims to hear ringing and voices that I can't. Despite the entire situation, she was calm and collected as if she deals with weird everyday of her life. She also used kept using this word I've never heard before."

"Like what?" Bobby asked.

"Muggle." Dean said. "She kept using that word."

Bobby's eyes widened slightly, which had Dean wondering if Bobby knew what Artemis could be.

"She used the word muggle?" Bobby asked. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Dean said nodding. "That mean anything?"

Bobby sighed then sat down at the kitchen table, which had Dean wondering if he really met something scary back in Illinois than just an oddball girl.

"I can't believe it." Bobby said. "They're usually much more careful. They usually don't let humans get too close to them. Not without taking measures to go undetected."

"Bobby, what are you talking about?" Dean asked. "Is Artemis kind of some big bad monster?"

Bobby shook his head then looked Dean right in the eye, which had Dean wondering if he needed to sit down.

"You met a witch, Dean." Bobby said. "Not just any witch. A first class witch. Ones born with natural magic in them. They don't make deals with devils to gain power, or have to do dark rituals either. They are born with what is called pure magic."

Dean was silent for a moment while trying to comprehend what he was hearing. He's only known one kind of witch his entire life, and had no idea there were different classes of them.

"There's more than one type of witch?" Dean asked. "And you're saying these first class witches are like…good guys?"

Dean was skeptical because he's never met good witches. Those were like myths. Like that Glinda woman from the Oz movie.

"There are technically four classes of witches." Bobby said. "The first class, who are born with pure magic inside of them. They call them their magic cores. And they're known as wizards and witches. They live normal lives in their own society partially cut off from our own society. After the witch trials, they tried to completely cut ties with our society to keep themselves safe, and not harm humans in the process. So I guess you can say they're witches and wizards with morals. Though like humans you have rotten eggs who can be as cruel as can be, and much more dangerous than the third class witches we deal with. However, overall hunters don't have problems with this class of witch. In fact, you'll find most hunters—no matter how long they've been in the job—don't even know they exist. Not even your old man knew about them."

Dean's mind felt completely blown when hearing this. A whole magical society living under all their noses? It didn't seem possible.

"And how do you know Artemis is one of these witches?" Dean asked.

"Muggle is a term the wizarding society in Europe uses." Bobby said. "It means a person without magic. A human without a magical core."

Dean nodded since that seemed simple enough to him. Though it was still hard to believe there were good witches out there, and that Artemis was one. Though considering how she just vanished, he supposed he shouldn't be so surprised.

"So is there, uh, a magical society of witches in America?" Dean asked.

"Yes," a feminine voice said.

Dean and Bobby jumped while jerking around to see who the intruder was. Dean's eyes widened when seeing Artemis standing in Bobby's kitchen peeking through the cupboards.

"Artemis." Dean said unsure what else to say.

Artemis didn't reply as she shut the cupboard doors to start searching the drawers.

"You seem to know a lot for a muggle." Artemis said to Bobby as she shut the drawers. "But you're a hunter, apparently. You must be employed by MACUSA in their Magical Creatures Department."

Bobby nodded his head as he watched this intruder open his fridge to peek inside. Dean looked at Bobby needing an explanation.

"How do you think I know so much?" Bobby asked. "And afford this property?"

Dean blinked before nodding since he supposed that made since. He then watched as Artemis kicked the fridge door shut.

"Uh, you, um looking for something, Art?" He asked.

Artemis didn't even blink at the nickname since it has been used often by others.

"Yes," Artemis said looking back to Dean. "I do not mean to intrude, but I'm misplaced my Niffler. Have you seen him?"

Dean just stared at her not even knowing what the hell a Niffler was. It almost sounded like a disease. He looked to Bobby hoping he could clear things up, but Bobby shook his head not knowing. Bobby might be employed by MACUSA, but he only dealt with the usual creatures and monsters, hunters deal with everyday. He didn't deal with class A witches' creatures.

"He was in my suitcase before I left the gas station, but when it was time to feed him, he was gone." Artemis said looking worried. "I tried checking the gas station, but his tracks disappeared around where I saw tire tracks. I remembered a care had been parked near the gas station, so I assumed you took it, and my Niffler hitched a ride."

She then dropped down to the ground to peek under the table while making chittering sounds as if calling for the creature in its native tongue. Dean and Bobby exchanged a glance. Dean was about to ask what she was hoping to accomplish by making animals calls when there was a small crash coming from inside Bobby's small library. Before either hunters could move, Artemis hopped onto her feet then ran in the direction of the sound. Dean was quick to follow after her, and when he made into the library his eyes widened at the sight of an odd black platypus without a beaver tail sitting on Bobby's desk.

"What the hell?" Dean asked.

Artemis shushed him as she looked the odd creature right in the eye as it watched her just as carefully. The two had a stare down with neither one moving an inch. Dean stood just as still as he looked between the two. The stillness was interrupted when Bobby came barging into the room.

"What the hell is that?!" Bobby asked.

His voice and appearance made the creature jump, and Artemis cursed as she made a dive for him. She hit the desk hard ignoring the pain as she tried to snatch the Niffler up. However, she just mixed him.

"Merlin's beard, Pic!" She shouted as he scurried towards the stairs. "Get back here!"

She stumbled off the desk onto her knees then hurried to get up to follow after Pic. However, she paused at the end of the stairs to look at Dean.

"Some help, please!" She begged Dean.

She then hurried on not looking back to see if he was following or not. Dean did, however, and Bobby just stayed put. He listened to the sound of running and cursing, which were followed by the sound of things breaking. Bobby shook his head not wanting to know what was being broken. Upstairs, Dean ran into one of the guest rooms with Artemis already in there.

He shut the door behind him to try and prevent the little pest from getting away. He saw Artemis was on the floor trying to slip under the bed quickly. He saw the black fur ball trying to escape on the other side, but he rushed over while managing to snatch the little thing. It chattered at him angrily while trying to scratch him.

"Hey, cut it out!" Dean snapped while switching his hold on the little guy, so he was hanging upside down.

Dean was then surprised when a bunch of stuff fell out of its pouch. Stuff that shouldn't have fit. Piles of coins and other shiny objects littered the ground as Artemis got off the ground.

"Where the bloody hell did you get all that?" She asked Pic who tried to curl up to keep the things in his pouch. "No, you will not be keeping any of it."

Artemis moved forward to tickle his belly, which had him chittering as if he was laughing and falling limp, so more things fell from his stomach. Dean's eyes just got bigger as more gold and diamonds fell from Pic's pouch. This guy had to have robbed about three banks.

"How can he even keep all that in there?" Dean asked as finally the last piece—a solid gold bar—fell from the Niffler's pouch onto the floor. "The little bastard's rich."

"Nifflers are drawn to riches, and they collect them in their pouches then store them in their homes later on." Artemis said as she took Pic from Dean. "No one knows exactly how much stuff a Niffler can hold in their pouches, but Pic once cleaned out an entire bank's gold supply."

She did not look proud of that fact. In fact, she looked bothered as if she was unhappy that she couldn't keep her little pet in check. She then snapped her fingers with the suitcase she's been lugging around appearing at her feet. She kneeled down while looking at Pic sternly.

"Pic, you've been a naughty boy." Artemis said as she held Pic in one hand and unlatched the case with the other. "You know anything could have happened to you when you went off on your own. And how many times must I tell you, you pilfering pest, paws off what doesn't belong to you?!"

She quickly put him inside the case then shut it before he could make another run. She then latched it tight. She let out a sigh before looking to Dean.

"Thank-you for that." She said. "I don't know what I would have done without your help. He really is a handful."

Dean didn't reply at first as he wondered how that little guy could even breathe while inside that suitcase. However, he shook his head in the end.

"You're, um, welcome." Dean said. "But how did you even find me in the first place?"

"Oh, I used the point me charm." She said while slipping her wand from her sleeve. "Most witches and wizards use it as a compass, but a few adjustments can make it directly point you to the person you're looking for. That's how I found you."

"Really?" Dean asked.

Artemis nodded her head then looked around at a few of the things that had been broken.

"Oh dear." Artemis said then waved her wand. "Repairo."

Dean watched with wide eyes as everything that was broken bring fixed before his very eyes as if they hadn't been broken in the first place. As they were mending together completely, Artemis hummed to herself.

"I really must apologize to your friend for the damage Pic caused." Artemis said then looked to the riches on the floor. "Nifflers really don't belong in houses because they cause so much damage in their search for treasure. And I still have think of what to do with all of this."

"I'll take it." Dean said seriously.

She gave Dean a smile and chuckled before she waved her wand with the riches disappearing from view. Dean frowned because she would have been perfectly happy keeping all that gold. He could have went to Las Vegas and had some real fun. Seemed like something to do after finally getting out of hell. Artemis then went to leave the room, so he followed after her while watching as she repaired objects as she went. She went down the stairs while going into the library to find Bobby who had his usual grumpy expression on. Despite the look on his face, Artemis gave him a kind smile.

"I do apologize for all the trouble, sir." Artemis said as she held out her hand to Bobby. "I assure you everything has been fixed and placed back properly."

Bobby nodded his head while shaking Artemis's outstretched hand as Dean came into the room.

"Just try to keep that thing inside your little suitcase, alright?" Bobby suggested.

Bobby didn't want anything else broken in his house even if it could be fixed with a few flicks of her wand.

"Of course." Artemis said. "Pic won't be leaving this case anytime soon."

As long as she can be careful, and make sure to pay more attention to her suitcase, so he doesn't slip out again.

"Why is his name Pic?" Dean asked having to know.

"It's short for Pickpocket." Artemis explained.

Dean thought about it for a second before he finally nodded his head since that made sense.

"Well, after all that's over, I think we have other things to talk about." Bobby said.

Artemis blinked wondering if she had interrupted anything important when she had let herself in.

"I'm still trying to make sense of how you're still here and alive, Dean." Bobby said. "Dean, I mean, your chest was ribbons. Your insides were slop. And you've been buried for four months. Even if you could slip out of Hell and back into your meat suit—"

"I know, I should look like a 'Thriller' video reject." Dean said.

Artemis frowned at the reference because she had no idea what Dean meant, and what this hell business was about. She knew she shouldn't snoop, but she was curious. Especially about that handprint on his arm. Maybe she'll find out exactly what left that mark.

"What do you remember?" Bobby asked.

"Not much." Dean replied. "I remember I was a hellhound's chew toy. And light's out. Then I come to 6 feet under to find Artemis there waiting. That was it."

Dean gestured to Artemis as he was saying this, and he was glad she was still here because they still had things to talk about. He wanted to understand her more, and maybe using her will help them figure out how he came back since she said she could hear a voice trying to speak with him. Dean then shook his head because there was something else important that needed to be addressed.

"Sam's number's not working." Dean said. "He's not...?"

Dean trailed off not wanting to even finish that sentence as he looked at Bobby.

"Oh, he's alive, as far as I know." Bobby said.

"Good." Dean said in relief.

However, after the words left his mouth something occurred to him, which had him looking at Bobby.

"What do you mean, as far as you know?" Dean asked.

"I haven't talked to him for months." Bobby said honestly.

Dean looked at him with wide eyes as Artemis helped herself to one of the small couches in the space. She was sure Bobby wouldn't mind if she got comfortable.

"You just let him go off by himself?" Dean asked disbelievingly.

"He was dead set on it." Bobby said.

"Bobby, you should have been looking after him." Dean said.

"I tried." Bobby said. "These last few months have been easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you."

Dean sighed as he tried to ignore the headache that was starting to pulse inside his left temple.

"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked.

"I wanted you salt and burned, you know the usual drill." Bobby said. "But Sam wouldn't have it."

"Well, I'm glad he won that one." Dean said.

He looked down at his hands, which were in better shape now than they have in years.

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back somehow." Bobby said. "That's all about he said to me before he left."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"He was quiet. Real Quiet." Bobby said. "Then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he don't wanna be found."

Dean let out a groan as he stood up from the kitchen table while running his hand across his face.

"Ah, damn it, Sammy." Dean said.

"What is it?" Artemis asked curiously.

"Oh, he got me home okay." Dean said. "But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."

Artemis blinked wondering how Dean could think that. Artemis didn't feel any bad mojo around the sight he dug himself out, or on the print on his shoulder. It was indeed a powerful feeling, but not a dark one.

"What makes you so sure?" Bobby asked.

"You should've seen the grave sight." Dean said. "It was like a nuke went off. Then there was this...this force, this presence, I don't know. But it blew past Art and me at a fill-up joint. And then this."

Dean took off his over shirt then pulled up the sleeve to his black t-shirt. Bobby stood up at the sight of the hand print on Dean's shoulder.

"What in the hell?" Bobby asked.

"It was like a demon just yanked me out." Dean explained. "Or rode me out."

"Why?" Bobby asked.

Bobby had a slight idea of why, but he didn't want to think Sam was that stupid.

"To hold up their end of the bargain." Dean said.

"You think Sam made a deal?" Bobby asked.

Bobby still didn't want to believe Sam was that stupid considering what happened to John and then Dean after making deals of their own. He hoped the boy had more sense.

"That's what I would have done." Dean said. "We need to find him. I'll try to get the GPS turned on his phone."

"...GPS?" Artemis asked.

"Global Positioning System." Bobby explained. "It helps people find places and things."

He knew technology was not something those of the wizarding community were familiar with, so he understand why Artemis was confused.

"I can do that." Artemis said. "Without your odd GPS thing."

Bobby and Dean looked at Artemis curiously, but then Dean remembered she had some kind of charm that helped her find him.

"You mean you're little magic charm trick that led you here?" Dean asked.

Artemis nodded her head while bringing out her wand again as Bobby frowned in confusion.

"There is a charm called the 'Point Me' Charm." Artemis explained to Bobby. "It turns the user's wand into a compass. I, however, learned to use this charm at a small level. I place a needle on the map, and cast the charm on it. The needle then acts as a compass, and moves towards the destination of wherever or whoever you are trying to find."

"Do you really think it'll work?" Dean asked needing a confirmation.

Artemis nodded her head as she let her wand flick out of the holster and into her wrist.

"Point me: Sam Winchester." Artemis said as she pointed at the needle on the paper.

Dean jumped a bit in surprise when the need lifted two inches off of the map to start spinning like a compass. It bobbed side to side for a moment then started moving across the page. As the needle did its work, Dean glanced at the alcohol littering the counter.

"Hey, Bobby, what's the deal with the liquor store?" Dean asked. "Your parents out of town?"

"Like I said, last few months ain't been all that easy." Bobby said.

Dean just silently stared at him for a moment before a small 'ah-ha!' from Artemis got his attention.

"I found him." She said as the needle stopped moving. "He is in Pontiac, Illinois….Isn't that where I found you?"

Dean and Bobby exchanged a glance, so Artemis guessed that the answer was yes.

"That's right near where you were planted." Bobby said to Dean.

"Right where I popped up. A coincidence, don't you think?" Dean asked then looked at Artemis. "Arty, how do you feel about a road trip?"


Artemis led Dean and Bobby through a motel with her wand in her hand as it showed the way towards Sam. Dean and Bobby were making sure no one was about to watch. They went down another hall until they reached the last room at the end. Room 207.

"This is it." Artemis said looking to the men.

"Alright," Dean said nodding. "Artemis, can you go back to the car? This is going to be a family reunion you don't want to get in the middle off."

Artemis blinked though nodded her head supposing she understood. She was sure Dean needed some time with his brother.

"Certainly." Artemis said. "I need to check in on the creatures anyway."

She pulled out her watch from her pocket as she said this while looking down at the time.

"It's time for another feeding for some of them." Artemis said as she closed her watch. "I'm certain some of them are getting hungry, and when they're hungry, they become…cranky."

And when they're cranky, they don't like this listen, which is never a good thing. Pic acting up alone is enough to send her over the deep end.

"Then some of them have wounds needing mending." Artemis said mostly to herself as she thought of her to-do list.

Some of the creatures in her care she had rescued from poachers, and their wounds from those horrible encounters were still healing.

"Then there are newborns to take care off." She said while frowning slightly.

She had so much to do. Things she needed done hours ago, but she had to put on hold because she had to find Pic. She had no idea how she was going to get things done before anything else could go wrong. Sometimes she wondered how her grandfather managed to not go insane during his adventures and taking care of so many creatures as once.

She mentally frowned because the answer should be obvious. He had her grandmother at his side to help him. Artemis wasn't lucky enough to have a special someone to help her, so it looks like the only future she has is as a lonely crazy animal lady….well, she supposes it's all worth it as along as she's helping her creatures and all the others out there.

"Uh, how are you going to take care of them if you're in the car?" Dean asked.

He was sure Bobby wouldn't be happy if Artemis had a bunch of critters running around inside his car. In fact, she was sure Bobby would blow a fuse.

"It won't be a problem." Artemis said as she held up her suitcase. "I just have to go inside to take care of them."

Before Dean could ask what she meant, she gave a quick goodbye before popping right out of there. Dean frowned then looked to Bobby.

"Was she saying she kept all her little pets inside her suitcase?" Dean asked.

"I guess." Bobby said shrugging. "They're kind of magic goes far beyond imagination, Dean. She can do thinks that can completely blow our minds and then even more. There's no real limit to what she's capable of."

Dean frowned while still having a hard time believing that she could keep a lot of magical monsters inside such a small suitcase. Like how did they breathe? And weren't they kind of cramped up in there? He shook his head because now wasn't the time for this. He had a brother to talk to. Dean looked to the door, took a deep breath then knocked on the door.