A/N: Here is the next update!

Guest:I am glad you liked the beginning of the previous chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it!

WinchesterBenson97: The conversation between Nad and Sam is definitely the first showing of their growing feelings for each other. But, we won't be able to see them truly act on those feelings until later on down the road.

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The four of them sit in Bobby's van, watching as various people walk by. From the building in front of them, they see Patrick walk out. He checks his watch and begins to cross the street without looking and was so hit by a car. The driver got out of the car, checking Patrick's injuries and rushed over to a construction crew nearby.

They all stare pensively at the commotion going on, when they see another car drive by and for a brief second they managed to spot Patrick in the driver's seat. Natalie's brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes glanced back to the spot where Patrick was hit.

Dean lets out a laugh. "I got to say, I kind of like the guy." Dean then settles more into his seat, "How about we follow him, see where he has stationed himself at."

The van pulled up to a skyscraper, where they have followed Patrick to. Patrick exits the building and gets into his car and drove off. Dean looks over at Sam, who then looks at Bobby. Bobby then looks back at Sam, who then turns his gaze back over to Dean.

Natalie watched this exchange, her eyes had narrowed with slight annoyance and her mouth was agape. "Seriously?" They looked over at her and she pointed between them, "You guys just did the most overly used..." She stopped and raised her hand towards them. "Never mind." Natalie turned towards the side door and slid it open, hopping out of the van.

Turning back around Sam and Dean are looking at her with curious eyes. Her arms raised in a questioning gesture and scoffed. "Are you guys not gonna come out? Or what?" Sam and Dean looked at each other before hopping out of the van.

Dean holds the door open, as Sam rolls Bobby inside with Natalie following. Bobby rolls himself over to the elevator only to stop and sigh. "Well, I'm out." Natalie looked up at the sign that was placed on the elevator doors. "ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE" She lets out a sigh and looks down at Bobby. "Well, go on then. The three of you better find something useful."

Sam and Natalie jog up a flight of stairs and continue on until they reached a landing. Natalie looks behind her to see Dean taking the stairs one step at a time. Sam looks down at Dean, his brows furrowing. "Dean."

Dean looks up at Sam, who then points to a sign with a large 2 written on it. Dean lets out a tired sigh, his breathing was hard. Sam glances over at Natalie before continuing their climb. Sam pushes through the door that led out of the stairwell and held it open for Natalie to walk through.

Sam and Natalie walk towards room 3701 as Sam begins to sort through lockpicks, Dean ventures out from the stairwell. His breathing was heavy and his legs felt almost like jello. Natalie glances over at Dean, seeing the state he was in. "You all right?"

Dean bent down, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He tried to respond but his heavy breathing forbidden him from doing so. Instead, Dean gave Natalie the wave of his hand, causing her to smile sympathetically.

The lock clicks open and the three of them enter. Natalie spares no time and soon ventures off from Sam and Dean, looking for the chips that Bobby and Dean talked about. Natalie walked through the sitting room and then into what looked like some sort of private study. She walked over to the desk in the study, but then stopped herself. He wouldn't leave them here. A careless place for him to place something as valuable as those chips.

"Nad?" Natalie heard her name being called and she quickly exited the study and made her way across the sitting room. Sam was standing out of the entryway of another room motioning her to come over. Upon entering, Dean was inspecting a safe and began to try and spin the dial.

Sam and Natalie, standby and watch as Dean poorly tried to get the safe open. Dean continues to spin the dial, squinting and leaning in and out, trying to read the numbers.

"It's like Mission: Pathetic. Watch out." Sam walked over and pushed Dean out of the way. A couple of spins on the dial and the safe quickly opens. Sam spots a few poker chips and smirks with satisfaction.

"I could have done that." Dean defended. Sam frowns at Dean then starts to grab handfuls of chips. Dean looked over at Natalie, "I really could have done that."

"What are you doing?" All three of them are startled at the voice and look up to find a woman standing before them.

Dean narrowed his eyes in recognition, "Aren't you the chick from the bar?"

"I'm a lot more than that." She throws up her hand, clenching it into a fist and twists. Dean doubles over in pain. Natalie went to move towards them when Patrick suddenly steps up and puts his hand on the woman's arm.

"It's all right, sweetheart. They're harmless." Patrick assured her. The woman reluctantly lets go of Dean and steps back. Patrick walks forward to the three of them. "You guys want chips? Take them. They're just chips, Einsteins. It's showmanship. This may come as a shock, but the magic does not lie in a pile of crappy plywood or in any phony abra-cadabra. It's in the nine hundred year old witch. You boys want years? Score them the old fashioned way. Texas hold them."

"Fine. Let's do it." Dean responded.

Patrick pulls out a card and holds it in front of Dean. "What card am I holding up?" Dean squints at the card, knowing that he couldn't read it. "That's what I thought. If your eyesight's that bad, what about your memory? I'm not a murderer. You, on the other hand..." Patrick looked over at Sam.

Dean looked back at Sam and shook his head. "No, Sam."

"Dean."

"What, Sam not much of a player?" Patrick hummed in response, his eyes then setting on Natalie. "What about the little miss back there?" Patrick motioned towards her.

Sam looked from Natalie and back over at Patrick, his head shaking. "There is no way in hell she is going to play."

Patrick held his arms out in defeat. "Okay, well, happy trails. Enjoy the twilight of your life, Dean. You should have taken better care of that ticker, though." Patrick opens the door, "You're free to go."

Dean hesitates for a moment before walking out the door with Sam right behind him. Natalie continues standing in her place, her eyes glaring at Patrick, who motioned towards the door. Natalie bit the inside of her cheek and walked out of the door.

"Oh, but, Sam..." Sam, Dean and Natalie all stopped and looked back at Patrick. "Your brother's situation—that's punishment enough, but I can't let you leave without a small parting gift." Patrick clapped his hands together three times.

Natalie gave him a confused glare. "What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." Patrick answered before closing the door.

Natalie pushes the door open and holds it until Sam and Dean walk out. Natalie walks up alongside Sam and notices that he's scratching the inside of his thighs. She eyed him curiously, "Sam, what are you doing?"

Sam continues scratching himself, "I..I don't know."

Dean looks over at Sam a look of realization crossing his face. "Dude..." Sam and Natalie stopped looking over at Dean. "I believe that he-witch gave you the clap."

Sam goes stiff as Natalie glances between Dean and Sam. Her eyes widening when she finally put two and two together. Her mouth fell agape and she stared at Sam, "Oh." Sam quickly looked over at her, his eyes widening slightly. "That's not good."

Sam's gaze fell as he began to take in the fact, before storming off towards the van. Dean and Natalie gaze over at each other then both descended into a fit of laughter.

The four of them make their way back over to the motel. Dean, Sam and Natalie walk up an incline and were about to continue on when Bobby spoke up. "Little help here?" The three of them turned around and Sam goes down to push Bobby up the incline.

"You know, I still think I should play." Sam said.

At the top of the incline Bobby, Dean and Natalie stopped, turning back to look at Sam. "No, no. You're not good enough. I'm better. Bobby's way better. We both lost." Dean answered.

Bobby nodded his head. "Exactly."

"So, what? So I don't get a say in this anymore?" Sam questioned.

Dean let out a tired sigh."Sammy, when you get to be our age—"

Sam's eyes narrowed and his face was filled with annoyance. "You're thirty, Dean! Look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker—"

"Knowing the game is not enough, Sam. It's not about playing the cards." Bobby interrupted.

"It's about playing the other guy. I know that." Sam retorted back.

Bobby scoffed, "Well, hooray for you. All I'm saying is, I played this guy. I know his style. I can take him."

"No, Bobby. You don't have enough years in the bank." Dean reminded.

"I got enough."

"No, you'll die if you lose, Bobby." Sam said.

"So what if I do, huh?" Natalie snapped her gaze over to Bobby, seeing the look of a complete despair written on his face. "What exactly am I living for, huh? The damn apocalypse? Watching men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help them?"

Dean stared at Bobby, sympathy pouring from him. "Bobby."

"No, no. It's the facts. I'm old...broken down...and I can't..." Bobby stops and take a moment to compose himself. "I ain't a hunter no more. I'm useless. And if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth the day I got home from the hospital."

Natalie bit down on her lip and sucked in a breath. There was a mix of sadness, anger and sympathy that was raging in her mind. She hated seeing Bobby like this yet, him acting like the way he was, wasn't going to make things better for him.

"Bobby, don't..." Natalie stopped trying to find the right words to say to him. But right now her head was not cooperating with her. She looked up at the three of them, who were staring at her. "Don't ever say that. You're not useless, Bobby." Natalie closed her eyes, turned around and began to make her way back to the motel.

Natalie opens the motel door and steps in. She could feel her heart racing from that little conversation with Bobby back there. Hearing Bobby say those words just rubbed her the wrong way, as it should.Bobby is not useless. Natalie looked up and startled to see the woman from Patrick's apartment sitting on the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Natalie asked cautiously.

The woman holds up a piece of paper. Natalie stares between the paper and to the woman, before walking closer and taking the paper from her hand. "What is this?"

"The most powerful reversal spell you've ever laid your eyes on." The woman responded.

Natalie looks down at the paper, examining it closely. "And what exactly does it reverse?"

"Patrick's work—all of it."

Natalie paused and looked up at her, "So with this spell, Dean can go back to being his normal self again."

The woman nodded, "Him and everyone else he's ever played...at least the people who are still alive."

Natalie nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. The smile faded quickly and her eyes narrowed skeptically at the woman, "Why in the world should we trust you?"

The woman let out an impatient sigh, "Trust me, don't trust me. I really don't care. The spell is real." She gets up from the bed and heads over to the door.

"Wait a minute. Will this spell have any effect on you and Patrick?" Natalie asked.

"Yep, both of us. I look good for my age." The woman responded.

Natalie shuffled her feet and scoffed, "I'm sorry but this doesn't add up to me. Why would you want that to happen?"

"I have my reasons." She begins to idly play with the silver locket that hung around her neck. "Do it quick. We leave town tomorrow." The woman opened the door and left the room.

Natalie stands in silence not sure how to process what just happened. She looked back down at the paper and saw the spell written on it and the ingredients. The door to the room opened and Dean and Bobby walked into the room.

"That was the woman from Patrick's apartment." Dean said walking over to Natalie.

"Yeah, she uh...she gave me this." Natalie handed the piece of paper over to Bobby, who looked at it with confusion. "She told me that it's a powerful reversal spell. Said that it will reverse all of Patrick's work, which means..." Natalie turns to look at Dean, "You can be your normal young self again."

Bobby continued to eye the paper curiously, "Why would she want to help us?"

Natalie shrugged, "I don't know. She said that she had her reasons for doing this." Natalie looked around the room, "Where's Sam?"

Dean sighed, looking down at her. "Trying his hand at poker."

Natalie began to ponder for a moment then walked over to the door. "Well, while Sam is playing the game. I'd say we try to get this spell to work."

Bobby and Natalie sit at the foot of the grave, Natalie shinning down a flashlight into the pit for Dean to see better. "Jawbone of a murderer. Great." Dean struggled to say as he continued to dig. He sticks the shovel in the first, trying to catch his breath. "You know, this really sucks. How do we even know her spell's gonna work?"

"We don't. But we ain't got a Plan B. Now, less flappin' and more diggin'." Bobby retorted.

Dean lets out a deep breath and goes to move another scoop of dirt when something cracks. "Oh, god!" Dean bends down slightly, moaning in pain. "My elbows! I'm all creaky."

Bobby rolls his eyes, "Hurry up, you crybaby."

"Pound it up your ass, Ironsides." Dean bit back.

"One little grave." Bobby began to tease.

"Then you do it." Dean argued.

"Fine. I'll hop right in."

"Well, least your legs are numb."

Natalie rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance, "Oh my god, will you two just stop! It's like having two grumpy grandpa's bickering!"

Bobby and Dean fall silent and Dean turns to continue shoveling out the dirt. "Oh! Now it's my back!" Dean cried out. Natalie rolled her eyes and hung her head.

"Can you straighten?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, but a little sympathy wouldn't hurt." Dean defended.

"Butt cheek tingling?"

"Well, that's kind of personal."

"So, yeah?" Dean looks up at Bobby. "It's sciatica. You'll live. Keep digging."

Dean glares at Bobby for a brief moment then goes back to digging. "You know, Bobby, killing you is officially on my bucket list."

Natalie rested her cheek against her hand and shook her head. "I swear you two are acting like an old married couple."

Sam bursts through the door of the bar he was in. He looks around and spots Dean and Natalie. "How's it going in there?" Dean asked.

Sam scoffs, "How do you think it's going? What about you? Do you guys have everything you need for the spell?"

Natalie shakes her head, "Nope. We still need a little bit of his DNA."

Sam holds out a toothpick towards Natalie. "He was chewing on it." Natalie takes the toothpick and holds it in her hand. "You guys need to hurry up. Please."

Dean and Natalie glance at each other then back towards Sam. "All right. Just keep him busy, Sammy. And don't lose."

Dean turns to walk back towards the van while Natalie stayed in her place. "We'll get this done as fast as we can Sam. Just...keep it up." Natalie offered Sam a small smile before turning and making her way back towards the van.

Dean and Natalie stand near the bowl with their contents that were currently set ablaze. Bobby takes the paper and begins to read the spell. "Airmidh mi air maponus, diana hogalachd. Gairmidh mi air sucellus, dia na time."

Dean throws a handful of something Natalie couldn't describe and the flames flare up in a bright blue. "Till an-drasda obair uille gu bheilair a bhith deanta. Mar sin bitheadh." Bobby looks over at Natalie. "Drop it in."

Natalie takes out the toothpick and adds it into the fire. There was a pause that resonated between the three of them then Dean spoke up. "Well? How do I look?" Bobby and Natalie looked at Dean, their faces fell with a grim expression. Dean still looked like an eighty year old man.

Bobby drives the van, the speed casually increasing with every second. "Everything we put in that spell was kosher."

"Yeah, except for the damn toothpick." Dean recounted.

"You go to get a speck of DNA. So strap on your track shoes." Bobby said.

Dean sighed, "Oh, great. More stairs for me to climb."

The van comes to a screeching halt outside of Patrick's apartment. Dean hops out of the van as Natalie goes to open the door. "Nad, stay here."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna leave you to up there by yourself." Natalie retorted.

"No stay with Bobby. This won't take long." Dean said. Dean closed the car door and quickly made his way inside the building.

Natalie turned to look at Bobby, "I'll only give him a little bit before I go up there myself." Natalie hopped into the front seat and sat down.

A few minutes went by and Bobby's phone began to ring and he quickly answered. "Dean?"

"It's too damn clean in here. First witch I ever heard of didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place."

"Toothbrush, comb—anything"

"I'm gonna have another sweep around the apartment, see if I can find anything. And make sure Nad doesn't try and come in."

Bobby kept the phone pressed up to his ear and looked out the passenger window towards the building. Natalie's leg was shaking and she was biting on her thumb, wanting to get out of the car and make her way up to Patrick's apartment.

Bobby hears a small thud on the other end of the phone line. "Dean? Dean, you there?" Natalie looks over at Bobby and then back towards the building. She goes to open the car door, only to be stopped by Bobby grabbing her arm.

She glares at his hand trying to get him to loosen his grip but Bobby isn't phased by it. "You ain't going nowhere Nad." Natalie settles back against her seat, folding her arms across her chest but her eyes never left the building.

"Dean?! Can you hear me? Are you there? Dean?!" Bobby called into the phone. Several minutes already went by and Natalie could feel her anxiety beginning to rise.

"That's it Bobby. I'm going in."

Natalie opens the door and gets out of the van. Turning around she saw someone walk out of the building and it didn't take her long to realize that it was Dean. Not eighty year old Dean but it was Dean as his young self again.

Dean walked towards the van a huge grin on his face and begins to do a little dance. Natalie smiled and let out a relieved laugh. "Look at me, Nad!" Dean walked up to Natalie his arms wrapping around her. Natalie was caught off guard for a little bit but then wrapped her arms around Dean in a tight hold. "Sam did it." Natalie said as Dean picked her up and twirled a couple of times.

Dean set her back down and stepped away raising his arms. "How do I look?"

Natalie smiled, "You look like your usual self, Dean."

Dean clapped his hands together, his smile continuing to grow, "Good. Now let's get out of here."

Natalie laid on the hood of the Impala, her hands laced together behind her head. She wanted to take a moment and have a chance to have some peace for herself. The whole thing with Patrick and Dean getting old, was a strange event to happen to Natalie. Her first time dealing with any kind of witch and this was kind of eye opening for her. She thought that all of the jobs she did before would make her feel this way but they really don't. For some reason this case was different for her, though she couldn't figure out why.

The door to the motel opened and Natalie could hear footsteps coming towards her. Natalie leaned her head up and saw Sam, "Where are you going?"

Sam slowed down his pace and looked over at her, "Uh...just going to get something done."

A smirk began to appear on Natalie's face, "It wouldn't have to do with your experience with..the clap. Would it?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

Natalie smiled and sat up on the hood. "No, really. I'm not gonna make fun of you. I mean you did save Dean. You deserve all the praise you get."

Sam walked over to the Impala and sat down on the edge next to Natalie. "And to think that Bobby and Dean didn't think I could do it."

Natalie pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "They just didn't want you to be in the same situation they were in. I didn't want you to either." Natalie looked over at Sam, seeing an unreadable expression on his face, She nudge his side with her elbow causing him to look at her, "But, I knew you would figure it out. And you did."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I did." He stood up from the Impala and turned to her. "Well, before we head out, might as well do what I needed to do." Sam said, trying to be as discreet as he could.

Natalie's smirk returned, "Have fun with that." Sam nudged her in the side, causing her to jump, before walking away from the Impala. Natalie continued to watch Sam, her mind beginning to think about the conversation the had the day before. She hummed to herself and leaned back against the windshield, letting her thoughts run wild.

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