They left Bobby's early the next morning after thanking Bobby for letting them crash there, and arrived in Potlatch, Idaho sometime after midnight that night.

The next morning, Dean grabbed everyone some coffee from the diner a couple of buildings over, and then walked back to the motel. When he stepped inside, he saw that Sam was awake. Sam yawned a little as he glanced up from the screen of his laptop. He took in a deep breath of the aroma of the coffee and reached up one hand to take one of the cups from his brother. "There was another attack last night," He said, taking a sip of the coffee.

"Same as the others?" Dean asked, sitting down on the edge of the other bed as he took a slow sip from his own coffee.

"Mm-mmm," Sam said, his brows furrowing as he scrolled down and swallowed the next mouthful of coffee. "This time there was a note taped to the streetlight over the woman's body. It said, 'Fondest greetings to the Winchesters and Blackwoods. Welcome to my city.' And on the woman's stomach, he carved, 'From Hell.' " Sam shook his head. "He knew we were here..."

Dean frowned. "Kinda strange that Jack the Ripper is on a last name basis with us... then again, all of this is pretty strange," He shrugged. "Do you reckon it's some kind of copycat? A lot of demons know our names now, and they all want us dead. They mighta known we'd show. Hell, for all we know Jonah told everyone we were trying to undo our little apocalyptic boo-boo, and if that's so, then I'm sure they're gonna try to stop us."

"I don't know, Dean. Jack the Ripper was known for writing letters to the police who were investigating his murders. He sent them packages with organs of his victims. It doesn't seem like a stretch to think that he'd find out who we were and write to us. Least he isn't sending us kidneys," He took another sip of coffee.

"Amen to that," Dean muttered. "Guess we should wake them up if we wanna get started?" He said, nodding his head over to each of the beds where Ella and Oshea were still fast asleep.

Sam nodded and walked over to Ella, stroking back her hair before he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Hey, Ells, wake up."

Ella groaned a little. "What time is it?" She asked sleepily.

Dean took a sip of his coffee. "Apparently it's time to go hunt down Jack The Ripper."

Ella arched a brow as she sat up in bed. "Oh goodie..." She rubbed her eyes tiredly before proceeding to toss a pillow across the room at her sister's sleeping form. "Wake up, Oshea."

Oshea gave a little squeak of alarm as the pillow struck her and lifted her head in confusion. She looked down at the pillow and groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Okay so...we really dealing with the Ripper?"

"Looks like it," Sam said with a nod. "We just need to figure out a way to draw him out."

"Well that's easy enough," Oshea said, climbing from the bed and stretching her arms over her head. "He targets nice looking women out on the street. My sister and I are nice looking women. Ella and I can get all dolled up, go for a stroll and you both can follow us."

Ella frowned. "As much as I do not like that plan... she has a point."

Dean shook his head. "I don't like it... I mean, if we're actually dealing with the Jack The Ripper here, I don't think we're going to get him that easily."

"I didn't say it would be easy," Oshea said, pulling her hair down from the ponytail she had tied it into to hold it back while she slept. She combed her fingers through it. "But I don't think we have much of a choice. He could be anywhere. We could search all night and come away with only another dead body. Besides, he was fond of brunettes and red heads." She said with a shrug.

"I hate this, too, Dean, but it might be our best chance to figure out what we're dealing with. We still aren't sure if this is a spirit or some kind of demon," Sam said with a frown.

Dean sighed. "I guess you're right... it's a stupid and dangerous plan, but you're right, we don't have much of a choice."

Ella nodded. "So we wait?"

"So we wait," Dean nodded.

xx

The sun was just starting to set as the two Blackwood sisters stepped out of the motel room and started walking aimlessly down the sidewalk.

"Shoes this painful should be outlawed!" Ella exclaimed with a little frown "I feel like a freakin' hooker," She gestured down at her outfit. She was wearing a dark blue denim mini skirt, and a low cut maroon colored top. She stumbled a bit in the two inch strappy high heeled shoes that adorned her already aching feet. "If we get arrested because we're mistaken for prostitutes, just remember, this was your plan."

"You're supposed to," Oshea said as she plucked a cigarette from between her lips, which were painted with blood red gloss. She was clothed in a tight leather black and red corset top and a skirt that just barely dropped below her hips. Over this she wore a black peat coat that hung open. Her heeled boots were leather as well and stretched up over her knee. The buckles that ran up the sides were all tightly buckled so that the boots clung to her slender legs. Her long red hair spilled over her shoulders in messy curls. She had on fake red nails and black eye shadow darkened her eyelids. "Don't stumble! You have to be convincing." She said softly. When they reached the corner of the road, she paused. "Okay, we need to split up, cover more ground that way. Dean is going to follow me in the Impala, and Sam will be watching from that Laundromat over there." She said, discreetly nodding in the direction of the small, dimly lit building.

Ella nodded. "Okie dokie. See you in a little bit... hopefully," She said quietly. "Be careful," She added and then walked off in the opposite direction.

Oshea nodded and stepped across the road, pushing her hands into the pockets of her coat. She paused once under one of the streetlights and pulled out a compact, pretending to touch up her make up while she looked in the mirror to make sure no one was behind her.

It began to grow very dark and so far nothing had happened. It was to the point that Ella was thinking about turning back and finding the others. Just as she started to go back the other way, however, she suddenly felt a terrible chill shoot up her spine and her breath began to slip from her lips in a pale fog. The streetlight by her flickered and buzzed erratically.

Ella froze as she watched her breath and then looked up slowly at the flickering street light. As she turned and saw a dark figure stepping out of the shadows of one of the alleys, she started backing away as the figure stepped towards her. The streetlight flickered again; a grin tugging on the man's lips was visible for a moment before the streetlight flickered a last time and turned off, making the man just a dark figure once more.

The form flickered and disappeared from view. Just a second later, Ella felt his hand curve about her mouth. She was jerked against him into the shadows of a dark alley and he leaned down toward her ear.

"You are quite beautiful, Miss Blackwood... you should not have come here alone. I know that the younger Winchester is here... but he will not be quick enough to save you."