Disclaimer: Seriously. The had to bring on Armageddon? I'm not so sure about that, I don't care how pretty Dean is. And that plot twist is definite proof I don't own the concept of Supernatural.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I just got a new job (no more three jobs at once... yay!) and they just promoted me, so the schedule's been insane. So, it's short but proof that it is written. :) Enjoy!

Linnea stood back, admiring the circle she had created. It wasn't sealed yet, so she and Dean could enter safely once she had Bowen inside and prepared for the ceremony. She had spent centuries preparing and refining the magic she would use to break the curse. The half change today was a sign that time was running out for her and soon all that would remain would be the stone and the madness. She could feel the coldness closing in around her heart, the rage giving strength to the animalistic urges.

Forcing her temper to cool, Linnea stared into the flame of a nearby candle and allowed her thoughts to wander to back to her mortal life. She remembered the excitement in the village when news had arrived of a new pastor coming to replace the recently deceased Pastor Klaus. Gregor Bowen turned out to be a fairly attractive single man just under thirty and the women of the town developed a renewed interest in their religious duties. Linnea had known from the start that he had a roving eye – what man wouldn't with an entire village full of women ripe for the picking – but he seemed to change when they talked together, quiet and content, and he seemed more attentive than usual once they had become lovers. When he began taking dinner at her family's home she understood that it was partly because her father was one of the richest men in the village, but secretly she had hoped it was for her.

He had been her first lover and his seduction had been sweet and direct, a heady combination for the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Her father's money also meant she stood a good chance of becoming Bowen's wife, since her dowry would be sizeable. Instead the madness had come to town, the witch fever, and her own mother accused her of meeting with Satan and lying in congress with demons. That was when Linnea realized that her mother was also Gregor's lover. In the end, her mother's accusations were not the reason she had nearly been burned as a witch, but Linnea's "unnatural behavior" when she attacked her mother. She had condemned herself by acting out in a jealous rage, and that rage had never left her. Still, over two centuries later it burned fierce and hot in her breast.

Someone would pay for this curse on her, the half-life she'd been sentenced to, and Phinneas Bowen, the man who looked so like her Gregor, would suffer her fate now. And if Linnea had to kill a certain brunette to achieve her goal, so be it.

The Lamborghini pulled to a stop in front of an old Victorian house, the Impala right behind. In its day the neighborhood had been the height of elegance and beauty, but over the decades decay had set in. Most of the houses now stood abandoned and covered in graffiti, the yards overgrown with weeds. A large inbred pit-bull barked incessantly and pulled at the chain anchored to a lone tree in front of one house. The air was tinged with the peculiar mixture of exhaust, old wood and defeat so often found in these neighborhoods.

Dean looked out the window past Sam and draped an arm over the steering wheel.

"Not what I expected," Sam said.

"What did you expect?" Bowen asked from the backseat. Sam had no answer to give and Dean grunted for lack of anything to say either. As Anna stepped out of the Lamborghini Dean wondered idly how anyone so small could have such long legs as he popped the trunk open, then unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, Sam and Bowen exiting as well.

Dean moved to the trunk and smiled, impressed as always with his array of weaponry and blunt objects. He moaned in appreciation at the sight of Annie's sniper rifle and knew immediately what he was taking with him in addition to his trusty Colt. Sam came up and nudged Dean aside to grab his own gun, the Taurus, and one of the shotguns, passing the other to Bowen. Dean reached into the trunk and pulled out the Intervention, stroking the barrel with his fingertips before loading the monster and turning to Annie.

"I really like your toys," he said with a grin.

"I have something you'll love," Anna said in response as she bent into the trunk.

"More than this baby? Never"

Anna grinned and snapped open a very familiar little silver box. The men all gathered closer to see what she had.

"New buds," she said with pride. She frowned though as her gaze fell on Bowen. "I only have four, though, so Phin will have to stay with someone at all times. Sorry." Bowen shook his head to tell her it was okay and Anna continued as everyone stuck their bud in their ear. "These are an improved model. The signal strength has been boosted to work clearly through sixty feet of rock and steel, and I worked out a way to control the volume."

"Sweet," Dean said. "No more eleven."

"And none more black," said Anna as she reached into the case and pulled out what looked like average SD memory cards. She gave one to each man who took an earbud then pulled out a fourth card and her cell phone. She pulled off the back and popped out the memory card, replacing it with the new card then reassembled her phone and turned it on to demonstrate the new function. When a tracking grid that looked suspiciously like a Tom-Tom filled the screen, Sam laughed.

"Did Q set you up with exploding chewing gum?"

"Nah," Anna shook her head. "That was the last mission M sent me on."

Dean watched as Sam and Genchy loaded the cards into their phones, silent. Sam turned on his phone and four small dots appeared on screen that showed a street map view of their location. He frowned as Anna walked away, her dot moving with her on Sam's phone.

"Bebe, I am never leaving home without you again," Genchy said as he played with the settings on his phone. Anna laughed from her position, watching her screen to test its accuracy.

"Well, I'm not sure if the piece will stay put in a canine ear," she said in a low voice, only audible through the bud. "So don't change if you can help it. If you do though, I'll have a few questions."

Dean watched Genchy eye the professor and realized that Annie hadn't clued Bowen in on the wolf. He inhaled deeply and set down the rifle to hook up his own phone. Dean stared at the dots on his screen and tried to ignore the strange emptiness growing in his stomach as the details of his nightmare played through his mind. Grabbing the rifle he stepped up onto the sidewalk.

"Annie, you stay here."

Anna spun to face Dean her shock plain to see. He watched her breathing deepen and she stepped forward to argue.

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "This ain't a discussion. You stay with the cars."

Anna stared at him and Dean clenched his jaw against the hurt he saw in her eyes. She turned away from him to Genchy, but the wolf just shook his head and met Dean's eye with an almost imperceptible nod. Dean looked back to Anna and she lowered her eyes then pulled her subcompact in its holster from her waist. He stood still as she moved around him and clipped the gun into his jeans at the small of his back and walked back to the Impala's trunk.

"I'm keeping the other shotgun," she said in an angry voice. "Just in case." She met his gaze and narrowed her eyes.

Dean looked away to Sam and Genchy then Bowen and jerked his head toward the house.

"Let's go."