A/N: Here is the next chapter for you all! I wanted to get the chapter up sooner but school is kicking my butt right now. Also! I edited Sam and Natalie's goodbye scene in chapter 5 a little bit. That also means, I will be re-editing the previous chapters in this story AND I will be re-editing Carry On. I was reading through Carry On and I feel it could use some touch ups. So chapters for this story might be a little slower than usual because I will be re-editing Carry On.

Guest: Sam and Natalie will be getting together but that won't happen until the next story or possibly not until the fourth installment. It all depends how I want everything to plan out. I want their relationship to develop naturally, so that it doesn't seem rushed. But, yes Sam and Natalie are going to be together. This story and Carry On are all about the development in their relationship.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

The three of them walked through the museum, none of them saying a word to each other. Though, Sam could sense a tension between Natalie and Dean. They didn't speak to each other during the ride to the museum and they won't even look at each other. Clearly, something happened back at the motel that Sam had no idea about. He wanted to ask Natalie but, he felt that it was something that should be left alone...for now.

Natalie on the other hand didn't feel a bit sorry for what she said to Dean. She wasn't trying to come off as a bitch, she just told him how she really felt. Dean called Sam and told him that he could come back, so that the two of them could have a fresh start. Instantly, he begins giving Sam the cold-shoulder act and that was unacceptable in Natalie's eyes. Sam was trying to make things right, but Dean wasn't giving him the cooperation and support that was needed. Natalie felt she had to step in and address the situation.

Dean approaches Lincoln and takes off his hat, as Sam fetches a metal trash can. Sam turns around and finds Dean wearing Lincoln's hat.

Dean looked at him with a cheeky grin, "Hey, check it out." Natalie turned and fixed her eyes on Dean. "Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat." Dean said, his voice had lowered to imitate Lincoln's.

Sam sighs, "Dean." he sets down the trash can and hold his hand out for the hat.

Dean's face fell slightly, "We can't have any fun with this?" Dean asked. Natalie simply shook her head.

"Let's just torch the objects, torch the ghosts, get outta here. Okay?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged and sighed in defeat, "I'll go grab East of Eden's key chain, then." Dean walks into the next room, leaving Sam and Natalie in the main room.

Natalie and Sam continued to scan the room. Sam looks at Lincoln and inches closer to him, while Natalie walks along towards the door Dean went through, her eyes scanning the mannequins. The double doors Dean went through suddenly slammed shut causing Natalie to jump back in surprise. Sam spun around facing the doors and Natalie gazed back at him before reaching for the handles. Only to find the doors wouldn't open.

Natalie tried opening the doors, but they wouldn't budge. She raised her fist against the door and began to bang on the wood, "Dean?" Sam rushes over and tries to open the doors as well, but they still wouldn't budge. Natalie soon sees her breath begin to condense before her and Sam notices it as well. Both of them turn around, their guns held at the ready.

Natalie's eyes carefully scan the room, when they both heard a noise coming from their left. Their heads turned toward that direction when their guns fly out of their hands. Natalie soon feels herself being flung back, her body hitting the wall across the room.

"Nad!" Sam called out.

Natalie rolled onto her side, her eyes were closed and her back was screaming from the contact it made against the wall. She looked up and saw what looked like Gandhi, clinging onto Sam's back. Natalie sat there for a moment, truly confused to the sight that she was seeing. Gandhi...was on Sam's back. The doors that were locked soon began to rattle, as Dean tried to get back through. Natalie, as quick as she could, got back on her feet when Sam's voice stopped her.

"Nad! Get the—" Sam tried to speak but Gandhi was strangling him.

Natalie could feel herself begin to panic, when the doors suddenly busted open and Dean stumbled in. Even he was confused to what he was seeing. "Gandhi?" Dean questioned.

Sam looks over at Natalie and motioned towards the wax figure of Gandhi. It only took her a few seconds to realize what he was talking about. Natalie quickly ran over to the wax figure and took Gandhi's glasses, throwing them in the metal trashcan.

"Dean! I need the lighter fluid!" Natalie called out. Dean reacted quickly, throwing her the fluid. Natalie quickly poured it over the glasses, lit a match and threw it into the trashcan. Natalie looked up just in time to see Gandhi disappear.

Sam bends over and begins to gasp for air. Natalie makes her way back over to and stands before him as Dean stands next to her.

"You couldn't have been a fan of someone cool?" Dean asked. Natalie and Sam both glare at Dean, who shrugged, "I mean come on. Gandhi? Really?" Natalie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Natalie grabbed her coffee from the counter and walked out of the café. She originally went out to get the boys some food but they didn't want anything. So she just settled for some coffee to wake herself up. They were going to head out on the road and Natalie couldn't wait to get out of this town. She was hoping that leaving would help relieve some of the tension between her and Dean, though she wasn't to sure about that.

Natalie crossed the street and walked through the motel parking lot. She went through the entrance and made her way down the hallway where their room was. Natalie opens the door and is confused to find Sam and Dean back in their suits.

"What's going on?" Natalie asked, closing the door behind her.

Dean turns to her, "You. Need to change. We just got a call sheriff. This isn't over yet."

Natalie's brows furrowed, "I don't understand. We burned the glasses."

Dean shrugged, "Apparently, there is something else we missed."

Natalie sighed and set down her coffee, "Well go on and wait by the car, I'll be out there soon." Sam and Dean walk out of the room.

Natalie quickly changed her clothes, picked up her coffee and rushed out of the room. She drank as much as she could, burning her tongue in the process, before dumping it into the trashcan. Natalie quickly got into the backseat before Dean sped off, out of the parking lot.

They walk into the department and head straight over to Carnegie, who was sitting at a desk. "Sheriff Carnegie, what happened?" Sam asked.

Carnegie stands up, shaking his head and shrugged, "I don't know! I really don't know!" he called out, pointing back towards the interview room. The three of them walk into the room, where there are two girls crying.

"Excuse us, girls, Hi, we're the FBI." Dean said.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked.

"It was horrible!"

"Way horrible." Both of them said in unison. Natalie's brows raised slightly.

"What was horrible?" Sam asked.

"I thought she'd be nice!" One of the girls exclaimed.

"I still can't believe it." The other added.

Natalie huffed and bit the inside of her cheek, "Believe what? What happened?" Natalie asked, a little bit of an edge to her voice.

"She took Danielle!"

"Who?" Dean and Natalie asked. The girls looked at each other skeptically, wondering if they should tell them.

"It's okay, you're safe, just, tell us. Who took your friend?" Sam asked, trying to reassure them.

"It was...Paris Hilton." One of the girls finally admitted.

Sam, Dean and Natalie went quiet, their eyes remained fixed on the girls. All three of them didn't know what to think about this.

"Wait, a minute." Natalie said. "Did you say...Paris Hilton took your friend?" The girls nodded in affirmation, causing Natalie look over at Dean with confusion.

"She looked really good, though."

"Skinny!"

"Skinny and fast."

Dean blinked a couple of times at the speed of their words, "What—wait—huh?"

"Where did they go?" Sam asked.

"We don't know, they just sort of vanished." The girl confessed.

Dean turns to Sam and Natalie, clearing his throat, before looking back at the girls. "Would you excuse us for just a minute?" Dean, Natalie and Sam walk back to the doorway and huddled together.

"Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" Dean asked.

"Pretty sure, no." Sam responded.

"So that means, whatever this is, it's not a ghost." Natalie added.

"So, if this isn't a ghost...what? Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac—" Dean asked.

"Or we just missed something." Sam finished.

Dean glanced back at the girls, before turning back around, "What do you wanna do then?"

Sam sighs and begins to ponder for a moment. "I am gonna need to get to the morgue."

Natalie and Dean are leaning against the Impala, waiting for Sam to finish up in the morgue. The two sat in silence, still feeling the tension between them. Natalie wanted to try and talk with him, but she didn't know what to say.

Dean cleared his throat, causing Natalie to gaze over at him, "You know, you're right."

Natalie blinked in confusion, "Right about what?"

"Everything you said. You're right. I told Sam to come back...I allowed him to. And giving him this cold act...it's not helping either of us. He is trying to make things right...but I am not cooperating." Natalie slightly nodded her head, her gaze on him fell. "It's just after everything, I just had all of this built anger, I just had to let it out."

"Dean, you don't have to explain anything to me. I mean it. I know that what Sam did is hard to forgive, but as long as you two get back on the right track, then all of this will be forgiven," Natalie said.

Dean nodded before focusing his attention back on the building when Sam walked out. Sam walks down the steps and make his way across the streets towards Natalie and Dean.

"I can't believe I missed it." Sam said.

"Missed what?" Dean asked.

"Went back over the two vics. There was blood loss. Major blood loss." Sam answered.

"Oh, well, being a gory swear will do that to you." Dean offered.

"No, I—I mean more blood loss than a—a car crash or a head wound should cause, almost like it—"

"Something's feeding." Dean finished.

"Yeah."

"And then..." Sam takes out a plastic bag, "There were these."

Dean and Natalie look at the bag closely, seeing two round objects that Sam had found. Natalie places her hand underneath the bag, holding it up for her to inspect them closer.

"What the hell? These look like some sort of...seeds." Natalie said.

"Yeah, they are." Natalie and Dean looked up at Sam, "I found them in the vic's bellies."

Natalie eyed the bag and slowly removed her hand. Dean cringed as he looked down at the bag, "I hope you washed your hands." Dean offered.

"They are unlike any seed I've ever seen before." Sam offered.

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier." Dean said, patting Sam on the shoulder, "Well let's head back to the motel and find out what kind of seeds...those are." The three of them got into the Impala and headed back to the motel.

Sam scans through various websites on his laptop, trying to find information on the seeds that he found in the bodies. Dean and Natalie were sitting on the bed, both of them looking through their laptops as well.

"Yahtzee." Natalie and Dean look up at Sam. "Found out what the seeds are. They aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country."

"Where are they from then?" Dean asked.

"Eastern Europe. From a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago." Sam answered.

"Meaning?" Natalie asked.

"Meaning...a local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite form—"

"And let me guess. He liked to munch on his fans." Dean guessed.

Sam laughs, "Yep. Could be appeased only with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with these seeds."

Natalie and Dean get up from the bed and walk over to Sam. Natalie picks up one of the seeds and examines it.

"So how is he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?" Dean questioned, looking at the seed in Natalie's hand.

"Hm. It's as good a guess as any." Sam answered.

"Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?" Dean asked.

"Says here to hop off his head with an iron axe." Sam offered.

Natalie hummed in response and set down the seed back on the table. "Sounds like it should be easy enough."

Dean clapped his hands together, "Right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton."

Sam and Dean enter, Dean carrying an axe with Sam in front of him wielding a flashlight. Natalie follows from behind Dean, as he motions for Natalie to stay with Sam. She nodded at Dean who moved away from the group. Natalie walked up to Sam, sticking close to him. The two fo them come up to a door with signs reading "Sorry for the inconvenience, CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS". Sam looks over at Natalie and whistled for Dean, who made his way over to them.

Dean and Sam broke the latch and opened the door. They pushed through a plastic sheet to find a room that was decorated to look like a path through the woods that led to a white house and a man standing on the porch. They cautiously enter the room, Dean and Sam branching off, while Natalie walked down the path.

Natalie's eyes scan the house models and various figures, looking for anything that would give the Leshi away. Her eyes fixed on a young woman who was standing next to a tree, her wrists tied to it. Natalie rushed over to her, placing two fingers on the side of her neck to check her pulse.

"Sam. Dean." Natalie called over to them. Dean and Sam rushed over to where Natalie was.

"Is she alive?" Dean asked.

Natalie nodded her head, "Barely, though."

The axe in Dean's hand suddenly flies out of his grip and embeds in a tree on the other side of the path. The three of them turn to see Paris Hilton, no doubt it was the Leshi. The Leshi punches Dean a couple of times, effectively sending him to the ground.

Natalie throws her fist towards the Leshi, only to have it grip her wrist twisting it in the process. The Leshi brings her hand across Natalie's face, making a sickening contact with her cheek, then picked her up and threw her across the room. Natalie's head hit against the side of a tree, effectively knocking her out. Dean shakes his head, coming out of his daze. He looks up to find the Leshi standing over him, she raised her foot and stomped on Dean's face.

Dean and Sam soon come to their sense and they begin to struggle for only a second before they realize that they were tied to a tree. The two of them look at each other and Dean mouthed the words 'Where's Nad'. Their eyes begin to scan around them when Sam sees her tied to a tree next to Danielle, though Natalie was unconscious. Sam looked over at Dean and motioned his head to where Natalie was.

"So glad you boys are awake for this. This is gonna be huge." The Leshi finally said.

"Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it." Dean replied as he began to pull at his ropes.

"I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change." The Leshi said offhandedly.

"Just like the good old day, huh?" Sam questioned.

The Leshi rolled her eyes and huffed, picking up a knife and begins filing her nails. "You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces."

"Yeah, I guess these days nobody fives a flying crap about some backwoods forest god, huh?" Dean patronized.

The Leshi stops filing her nails, a threatening glare filling her eyes. "No. Not since they cut down my and built a Yugo plant."

Dean shrugged, "March of progress, sister."

The Leshi files her nails a couple more times, "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry, Scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy. But then, the best thing ever happened." She puts down her knife and turns to look at the boys. "Someone tripped the apocalypse. And I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door."

"Yeah. But they're not your fans." Sam reminded her.

"So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton...whatever. I'll take what I can get." The Leshi added.

"You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first god we've met, but you are...the nuttiest." Dean confessed.

"No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship gods. But this?" She indicates her Paris Hilton disguise. "This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?"

Dean raises his brows and nodded in agreement at the Leshi's statement. "You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have US Weekly."

"I don't know. I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself." Dean said, clicking his tongue and winking at the Leshi.

"Maybe, but...there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy." She threatened.

"Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh...you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never seen House of Wax." Dean said.

The Leshi cocked her head to the side, "No. But I can read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?"

Dean goes silent and his eyes hardened. The Leshi smirked and walks over to the tree with the axe embedded in it. Dean begins to pull at his ropes once again.

"And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up." She reaches for the axe when Dean finally pulls his wrists free from the ropes. He sprints across the room and tackles the Leshi to the floor. Sam begins to desperately pull at his ropes in an attempt to get free.

The Leshi manages to kneel on top of Dean and began to punch him repeatedly in the face. Sam finally pulls free from his ropes and pulls the axe from the tree before dashing across the clearing. Dean was able to throw the Leshi off of him as Sam brings the axe down five times on her neck.

Sam turns to Dean, who was still on the floor. Dean looks up at Sam and sees the grin on Sam's face and holds up a finger. "Don't say a word." Dean warned.

"Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!" Sam said, clearly amused by it all.

"Shut up." Dean said, grunting at the pain coming from his head. Sam holds out his hand which Dean took and helped him up on his feet.

"Come on, we need to get the girls out of here." Sam said before making his way over to where the girls were tied up. Dean walked over to Danielle and untied her ropes, while Sam made his way to Natalie. He gently tapped the side of her face, "Nad...hey come on."

Natalie stirred awake and she could feel a throbbing pain coming from her head. Her eyes opened and she saw Sam in front of her, covered in blood. Her brows furrowed as she began to eye him up and down. "I'm guessing you got the Leshi?" Natalie asked.

Sam began to untie her ropes, "Yep. Wasted her more like it." Natalie nodded her head, though it made her head pain even worse.

"That's good." Natalie said, bringing her palm up to her head. "Man, didn't think that I would ever get over powered by Paris Hilton."

Sam smirked, "Yeah, well, Dean had it worse than you."

Dean glared over at Sam, "Shut up."

Natalie looked over at Dean and smirked, "I'm sorry I missed it all." Natalie said, the sarcasm very apparent in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a hold of Danielle, "Yeah, yeah. You can stop the sarcastic attitude. Let's get out of here."

Dean and Sam carry their bags to the Impala, while Dean was talking on his cell phone. "Uh-huh. Alright. Thank you." He hangs up. "Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be fine. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that—"

"Glad she's okay." Sam said.

"It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton." Dean says, laughing at the very thought. "That oughta be good." Dean pulls out his keys and opens the trunk of the Impala allowing them to put their bags in.

Dean closes the trunk and looks in through the back window, seeing Natalie fast asleep in the backseat. He smiles and turns to Sam, "Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping to tight of a leash on you. It didn't take me long to realize you were right, especially when Nad chewed my ass out that night."

Sam nodded in realization, before looking over at Natalie, "No wonder you guys were so quiet with each other."

"But she was right...and so were you. I mean, hell, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know I did break the first seal."

"You didn't know, Dean." Sam added.

"Yeah, well neither did you." Dean said. "I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith."

"And start the apocalypse." Sam finished.

"Which neither of us saw coming. I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?" Dean defended. "Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you." Dean paused and took a breath. "So, for that I'm sorry."

Sam nodded, "Thanks."

Dean tosses the keys in his hands a couple of times, "So where do we go from here?"

"The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this." Sam said.

"What's that?"

"Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael, maybe there's no changing that." Sam added.

"Well that's encouraging." Dean answered back.

"But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta grab whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting." Dean begins to consider this and then nods.

"I can get on board with that." Dean gazes back at Natalie, "And I know Nad is all all for it."

Sam nods and smiles, "Okay. But we're gonna have to do it at the same level."

Dean grins, "You got it." Sam nods again. "I say we get out of here." They both turn and walk over to their respective sides of the car but Dean stops and looks at the keys. "Hey." Sam looks over at him. "You wanna drive?"

Sam looks at the keys, "You sure?"

"Yeah, I could, uh...I could use a nap myself." Dean responded.

Sam smiles a little and takes the keys from Dean. Sam gets into the drivers seat, and gazes over at Dean who settles down and rests his head against the window. Sam then looks into the rearview mirror at Natalie, a small smile tugging at his lips. He starts the car and drives off.

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