Oshea opened the door to the hotel they had stopped at for the night carrying in a box. "Well, here it is." She said, closing the door behind herself and walking over to her bed. She sat down on the side of it and pulled open the box. She removed the knife and held it up for Dean and Sam to see. "This is it. The demon killing knife."

Dean held out his hand for the knife and after Oshea handed it to him, he looked it over, examining the strange engravings and ragged edges. "Looks like any other knife to me."

"It's been tested." Oshea said as she watched him look it over. "Don't worry it works."

When Dean was done looking it over, Ella took it. "We were working a case a couple years earlier and we came across a demon who was trying to kill a little girl. While Oshea was getting her to safety, I was left to take care of the demon. The only weapon I had on me was this," she waved the knife in the air, "So I stabbed the demon right in the heart with it, and it died. Only bad thing about it is it not only kills the demon, it kills the person it's possessing," Ella explained with a frown, looking down at the knife. She sighed and then put the weapon in her back pocket.

Oshea nodded, tossing the box away into one of the trashcans. Sam was resting his elbows on his knees as he listened. When she was finished, he straightened. "So, what's the plan for Ohio?"

"Well, I made some calls and I got Ella and I a job working at the orphanage." Oshea said. "Ella is going to be working as one of the guardians, keeping a watch over the kids and I'm going to be working as a secretary in the office, it'll give me access to all the files."

Dean nodded. "And while you two are doing that, we'll look around outside, looking for where Dekker buried the bodies."

"Sounds like a plan," Sam said. "We can just do the whole FBI investigating spiel."

"Ella and I are going to take a plane there tonight and get started. We shouldn't all arrive at the same time, it'll look a little suspicious. We'll have our phones and the knife. We'll give it to you when you get there." Oshea said as she stood up from the bed. "We'll snoop around and see if we can figure out where they buried the bodies."

"Sounds good."

xx

Sam and Dean arrived at the Raven Hill Motel, a couple of miles away from the Raven Hill Orphanage itself. Ella and Oshea had called them few hours earlier and told them to meet them there at the motel. Dean slid out from behind the wheel of the Impala, closing the door behind him and walking with Sam into the motel. It was a pretty decent motel, but like it's name, it was also a bit creepy. Ella and Oshea were staying on the second floor, so they took the stairs, and then knocked when they reached their door.

The door swung open, revealing a very annoyed looking Ella, a small cut on her lip and a light bruise starting to form on her jaw. She stepped away from the door as Sam and Dean walked through, and she sat on the edge of her bed.

Sam's brows furrowed and he moved over to her, looking at the cut and bruise. "I take it things haven't been going well. What happened to you?"

"She was attacked by demons." Oshea said as she walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair off with a towel. She was wearing a dirty white button down and a skirt that reached down to the middle of her thighs. "I was inside doing some digging around the office, looking through some files, next thing I know I'm hearing screaming and yelling and I run outside and find a demons crawling all over the place. Glad we didn't let you both keep the knife." She said, tossing the towel back into the bathroom. "Something major is going on here, guys. The spirits were going crazy. They've killed someone else."

"What? They've never killed more than three people a year." Sam said, looking from Ella to Oshea.

"Exactly." Oshea said with a sigh, rubbing her eyes a little as she sat down on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her damp hair.

"Which proves Castiel was telling the truth," Ella said with a nod. "About this being a seal."

"Which means they only have to kill two more people. Fantastic," Dean said sarcastically.

"Which means we need to move quickly," Oshea said, pulling a hair bow from around her wrist, tying her hair back into a ponytail. "We haven't had much luck." She sighed. "At least you guys are here now. Ella was able to find the graves though before she and I got our butts kicked. Obviously we couldn't have a bonfire with all the demons out there. We had to leave, we couldn't fight them all."

"I guess we should head that way now, then. Sam and I will go to that spot and see if we can't kick some demons butt's with your little magic knife," Dean said with a smirk.

Ella nodded. "Sounds like a good plan," she said, pulling the knife out of her back pocket and handing it to him. "Better said than done, though, you guys better be careful. The place is crawling with demons. We killed a few, but there were just too many."

Sam nodded. "Alright. You both stay here, we'll be back." He said, setting down his suitcase by one of the beds. Oshea sighed and nodded.

"Okay, guys. We're going to take a nap. Call us if you need anything."

Ella nodded. "My head is killing me. You guys be careful, seriously. See you in a little while."

xx

"Ella said that the graves were here in the trees." Sam said as he walked through the tall fir trees that littered the back yard of the orphanage. "Do you think they marked them some way?" He asked, looking over at Dean. "Maybe a wooden stake… or a pile of stones or a-" He was interrupted by a fist into his face as a female stepped out from behind a tree and punched him. He gasped, staggering backwards.

"Son of a-" Dean was interrupted as he found himself being pushed forward, and he fell onto the grass. He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the male demon for a second before kicking the demon's legs, sending him falling to the ground. Dean quickly pulled the knife out of his pocket and stabbed the demon in the chest, light flickering and surging through it's body until it stopped for a moment, and then flashed brightly one time. Dean yanked the knife out of the wound, and stood up, only to find three demons standing behind him. "Crap."

Sam pushed himself up and cocked his weapon, shooting at the demons around him. He rushed over to Dean, shooting at the demons standing around him. He cocked his weapon again and cursed, flipping open the weapon and starting to reload when he was thrown away into the trunks of one of the trees. His gun dropped from his hands and skittered away on the ground. Four more of the demons appeared, two going toward Dean and the other two rushing toward Sam, who was crawling toward his gun. He had just about reached it when he was thrown into the upper branches of another tree.

Dean glanced over at Sam, shouting his name and then charging towards one of the demons, and lifted the knife into the air. As he was about to bring it down into the demon's chest, he was tugged backwards by a demon and punched in the face by another. Sam dropped down from the trees and landed on top of his gun. He grunted, rolling over and pulling the gun into his hands. He hurriedly loaded the weapon and cocked it before firing at the demon that ran over toward him. He climbed up quickly and fired at the demon that had punched Dean. "Dean!" He gasped as he was thrown back again. He fell onto the ground and grunted, cocking the gun again as he tried to stand. He was stopped as a demon waltzed over to him and began to kick him in the ribs repeatedly.

Another demon walked over to Dean, her eyes flickering black for a moment as she grabbed the collar of his shirt, jerking him up. The knife he was holding fell out of his hand and onto the grass. "Dean, Dean, Dean… Did you really expect to just show up here with your freakishly tall, pretty face brother and kill us all with one wimpy little pigstick like the badass you think you are, and then burn these bones?" She said, grinning as she nodded her head towards the ground below her. "Wow, you are dumb. You're lucky you have your good looks."

Dean gritted his teeth, "I'm going to kill you."

The demon laughed humorlessly. "No you're not. And you're not going to save this seal, either. Your pretty little girlfriends are going to die, too."

Sam shot the demon and groaned softly as he pushed himself up. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the demon that was holding Dean and he rushed forward, cocking his gun. He cursed and dug in his jacket for more bullets, but found that he was out. Dropping the gun, he pulled out a flask from the inner pocket of his jacket and rushed forward while unscrewing the flask. He then rushed toward the demon and flung the contents of the flask at her.

The demon screamed and stumbled backwards, her eyes black, and steam sizzling off her face. Dean quickly grabbed up the knife and exchanged glances with Sam before they both broke into a run from the orphanage grounds.