Author's Note: Update finally! I know :). I just started getting busy again but I should be getting some updates up soon.

Greer parallel parked right across from the record store that she had been instructed to go to and got out of her car, locking it. She jogged over to the store, pulling the door open and walking in. There, she found Cole flipping through some records alone. She knew that she was probably the last person that he wanted to see, but it was time to come clean with him. She couldn't do it anymore and hopefully this would fix at least part of the relationship they had been building for the past couple of months.

"Hey," Greer said, approaching him.

Cole looked at her once before returning to flipping through the records and mumbling, "Hey."

"Your mom said I could find you here," Greer said. She felt horrible that he seemed so angry and that she was the cause of that. She also hated the fact that she was asking for his help. She didn't want to put him in danger but she didn't know who to turn to. It was better to warn them, right?

"Well, maybe I should start lying to her," Cole replied, coldly. After today, he realized that he needed to make a choice. He couldn't keep playing that hot and cold game with her anymore. He was done and he needed to show her that he was. He had to show her that she couldn't do that with him anymore and that he was sick of it.

"Look, I'm sorry, Cole," Greer said, trying to keep it together.

"Okay," Cole said, carelessly.

"Look, we need to talk. Please," Greer begged. Cole looked up, noticing the desperate tone in her voice. "This is serious, Cole. It's not-, I'm not kidding here." That's when Cole noticed her bloodshot eyes. Had she been crying? He had a feeling that what she needed to talk to him about was a lot bigger than what was going on between the two of them. Was she having hunting problems or something? No matter how angry he was with her, he knew he was going to help her.

"Alright, talk," Cole said, flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not here," Greer said, a wave of relief washing over her.

"Where?" Cole asked.

"Do you think we could go some place quiet? I don't know. We could go to my car or something," Greer suggested.

"Sure," Cole said. He got off of the park bench that he was sitting on and followed her back to her car. "What's going on, Greer? Is everything okay?"

"No," Greer answered. She left the answer short and sweet until she gathered her thoughts. "I-, I know it's stupid, but uh, my brother's back."

"Is he hurting you?" Cole asked, panicked.

"No… not yet at least," Greer admitted. Cole waited in silence for her to continue. She avoided eye contact as she continued. "Look, this is a lot. Do you have time?"

Cole sighed. He hated that he felt like he needed to be there for her all the time, especially when she couldn't even give him a straight answer, "Yeah, I do."

"Okay," Greer said, taking a deep breath. Greer took a moment to collect her thoughts before explaining what she had come here to say. "When Dylan came back, after Dad died, I knew he was different. I mean, there was just something about him… he was colder. I wasn't even quite sure what it was, but I knew something was wrong. So then two years ago, we were on a hunt and he was exorcising a demon and the demon was saying something about how he recognized him and how this was a traitor to their race or something and I had no idea what was going on. I asked him and of course he denied it but I just didn't trust him. I began to look into him, you know, researching and stuff and found a newspaper obituary saying that he had died."

"What do you mean?" Cole asked, listening to every word.

"Wait, just listen. So I kept the article with me and uh, he found it. You can't even imagine how angry he got when he found it… We got in a fight and he showed me. He-, his eyes turned black and he showed me he was a demon. I knew that I should've tried to exorcise him or kill him, but I just couldn't. He was my brother and… he stormed out but when he came back he was apologizing and he kept talking about how important family was and- he's all I have left, Cole. I just couldn't do it. So I lived with him and we moved around a lot. Finally, about six months ago, he left and sporadically comes back to visit. Now he says he's back for good and that we're going to be a real family. But he said that there's cost," Greer started, her voice shaky. She didn't know how to say this but she was just going to say it.

"What kind of cost?" Cole asked, panicked.

"He wants me to kill you," Greer said, her eyes watering up and her voice beginning to shake again. Cole's heart froze. What the hell?

"What? What do you mean? Is he still here?" Cole asked.

"No. No, he said he'd come back this Saturday and that we'd do it together. He said that we had to kill the Winchesters and then we'd be a family again. I can't, Cole. I just can't… but I can't hurt him either. He's my brother," she said, beginning to cry.

"Greer…" Cole said, taking her in his arms and just letting him cry.

"Cole, I need you to help me. I need you to help me stop him because I know it's bad. I know what he's doing is bad and the people he's been working with for the last six months are bad and… I can't do it alone, Cole," Greer said.

"Okay. Yeah, I'll help," Cole replied.

"Thank you," she sighed.

"If you don't mind me asking, why us? Why kill us?" Cole asked.

Greer sniffled, trying to collect herself again, "Well uh, apparently your grandfather and mine go way back. John Winchester and my grandfather Andy were on a hunt together and the way my dad tells it, John got Andy killed. John was apparently reckless and he stopped at nothing that got in the way. So our dads have crossed paths a couple of times but the name Winchester has never been a good name in our household."

"I'm sorry if-," Cole started.

"No, you're not to blame. Who knows if it's even true anyways? It's kind of been somewhat of an age old family feud now so when I saw you… well, that's why I said something but then I got to know you and… and Cole, I got to know how amazing you are and that- that my family's wrong about you guys," Greer stammered.

"How do I know you're not just lying to me?" Cole asked.

Greer shook her head, "I don't know. You're just going to have to trust me on this one."

"Greer that doesn't really-," Cole started.

"Because I've been pushing you away. I was afraid that if I got too close to you that Dylan would come back and try to hurt you guys since I know there's some trouble between our families. I-, I've been so hot and cold because I don't want you to get in the middle of this," Greer said, cutting him off.

Cole hesitated, but knew he was going to have to trust her on this one, "Okay. I think we need to call someone though."

"Okay, let me get this straight. Your psycho demon brother, who you couldn't kill for the last four years is now trying to hurt our family so you want our help to kill him?" John asked, pacing back and forth.

"Well, when you put it that way…" Cole trailed off.

"Essentially, yes," Greer said.

"How do we know you're not lying?" John asked, crossing his arms over his chest and stood still, staring Greer down.

"Funny. Cole asked me the same thing. Why would I come to you guys for help to kill my own brother if I was trying to trick you?" Greer asked.

"I don't know. Oh, to gain our trust before stabbing us in the backs," John replied.

"Sorry about him," Cole apologized.

"No, it's okay. He has every reason not to trust me," Greer replied. She took a deep breath. "Listen, John, I know you may not trust me and you have ever right not to, but I do want to help."

"Hunters lie," John pointed out.

"Yeah, I know that. I don't know what it's going to take to prove to you that I'm not lying? Haven't you felt like someone's been watching you? I'm not making this up here and I'm not doing this just to gain your trust and then… stab you in the back. Look, if you think it's about the demon killing knife, I've got one of my own so you don't need to worry about that," Greer replied.

"Wait, what?" John asked.

"It's right here," Greer replied, pulling out the knife and showing it to him. "You can look, if you want to." She handed it to him and John examined the knife. It looked just like the one that his parents had in their house and had said was for emergencies only.

"I don't like this, but I'll do it. And if you give us any reason to think that this is all a trap, we will turn on you in a second," John replied, harshly. Cole shot John a glare and John rolled his eyes. "Fine, I will turn on you in a second. This guy here is too nice." Cole scowled as John stood there. "So are you two just going to sit here or are we going to come up with a plan?"

"See, I knew he'd come around," Cole said, a smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you," Greer said. "I know you don't trust me, but thank you."

"Don't thank me. I'm doing it for my family… and this guy here. It's obvious he had a big crush on you," John said, smacking Cole on the shoulder.

"John!" Cole exclaimed.

"It's alright," Greer chuckled.

"So you're brother Dylan said he'd be coming back next Saturday, right?" John asked.

"Halloween," Cole said.

"Yeah," Greer answered.

"Well, we'll all be at the masquerade. Oh God, it's perfect. We'll all be there. It's like… way to get us all in one place so you can kill us. Sorry. Anyways, so we'll all be there… safety in numbers is best. I assume you two are going together?" John asked.

"Um…" Cole started, remembering the awkward and painful conversation they had had earlier at school today.

"Yes," Greer interjected.

"Nice, man!" John said, offering his hand out for a high five. Cole just glared at him. "Right, and I'm being inappropriate again. Anyways, wait. Question: Why is it that your brother's coming back on Halloween?"

"Yeah, that is a good question," Cole pointed out.

"I don't know. There are so many myths and legends about Halloween… I feel like we should do some research first," Greer suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Cole said.

"Research," John grumbled. "Damn it. Shouldn't have even asked."

I had been a couple of days since John, Cole, and Greer first started working together on the whole "Greer's brother" problem. John felt like all of the training and research he had done at the center was finally paying off. Now he'd get to use it. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time.

"Okay, love birds. Let's get back to work," John said, coming into the room where Cole and Greer were sitting, talking in low voices. They all had gone back to Greer's motel room to do some research. John had been suspicious that it might be a trap, but nothing had happened so far and he sure as hell wasn't going to take her back to their house. He didn't trust her, but he wanted to – for Cole. They seemed really intimate and it was just too uncomfortable for John. "I got something."

"You did?" Greer asked, pulling away from Cole and turning around to look at John.

"Yeah, I found an old book that's been in my family for a while. Uh… right here it says that Halloween's a big thing for things that go bump in the night. Uh, apparently the veil that separates this world, heaven, and hell thins and it's easier for demons and whatever else in hell can escape – well those that know how," John informed.

"If it's a revenge thing, it would make sense," Greer started.

"Yeah, but if it's a revenge thing you'd think that we'd hear about these kinds of things. I checked the newspaper archives at the library and online and there's been nothing suspicious on Halloween for… well, a while," Cole replied.

"Well, did you find anything like this in the papers?" John asked.

"Yeah, we did," Greer replied.

"It's a lot of recent stuff, actually. Things like this are popping up all over the country. Some of the cases involve the murderer being someone that had already died. The names of the victims were really interesting actually. I went through Grandpa's journal and a lot of names are in there. They're all hunters," Cole said.

"Okay, so demons are killing hunters. That's nothing new," John said.

"Get this. The murderers that have been recognized were also hunters… or at least used to be," Cole added.

"Like Dylan," Greer nodded, taking in all of the information.

"Well if it was some kind of hunter's revenge thing, then why are the demons asking you to go after us?" John asked, directing his question at Greer.

"I don't know," Greer sighed, frustrated.

"What I don't get is how your brother came back as a demon. To do that he'd have to have gone to-," Cole started.

"Hell. I know. I'm trying to figure that one out myself. Dylan wasn't a bad guy…" Greer trailed off.

"Well, what if he made a deal?" John asked, curiously.

"What kind of deal?" Greer asked.

"Crossroads demon," John answered, matter-of-factly. He shifted uncomfortably. His family had almost been torn apart because of a deal. Hell, he wouldn't even have been born. It was a little too close for comfort.

"Good point. But what could he possibly want? He's smarter than that. He wouldn't," Greer said.

"I don't know the guy, Greer, and I hope that you don't take this the wrong way, but people don't go to hell for no reason," John brought up, hesitantly.

"Why would Dylan need to make a deal?" Greer asked.

John shrugged, "Beats me."

"Hey, why don't we leave this topic and talk about our game plan so far," Cole said, changing the subject. He could see that Greer was getting frustrated with the idea of her brother making a deal or even being in hell for that matter.

"Yeah, okay," John agreed.

"When I talked to him last, Dylan said he'd be bringing back up. He still thinks I'm game to hurt your family," Greer said.

"If you don't mind me asking, how is that you're fooling him this easily? I mean, in my family we can tell when someone's lying in an instant," John asked.

Greer sighed, "I tell him what he wants to hear. Dylan never knew me that well. We were close when we were kids but after he left everything changed. When he came back after Dad died, he was different; so cold. We were never close then. He treated me more like a soldier than a sister. Honestly, if we weren't related and you saw us walking on the street, you'd think we didn't even know each other." Greer hated it, but it was the truth.

"I'm sorry," John started.

"It's fine!" Greer snapped, quickly. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Listen, I think he's bringing friends and if they're anything like he is, we'll have a lot of demons on our hands. I say at the masquerade we prepare ourselves. Anti-possession charms, devil's traps drawn in places like under rugs, on ceilings… we have to be ready for everything and we have to know the exorcisms. I've got my knife too."

"How did you get a knife like that any way? A knife that kills demons?" Cole asked.

"It was my mom's," Greer answered. "She left it to me when she left for good."

"Gotcha," Cole said. John was quiet and they both looked at him.

"Okay, if I bring ours… I mean, my parents will freak if I tell them what we're doing," John started.

"They don't have to know," Greer said, mischievously.

John sighed, "Yeah, I think I could uh, borrow it for the evening." He scratched behind his head as he hinted at stealing the demon killing knife that his parents hid.

"That's good. I think we'll another one," Cole said.

"Cole uh, maybe you should be the one to use it. I mean, I know exorcisms and combat and everything, but you're not at the center as much and-," John started.

"I'll teach him," Greer spoke up.

"Okay," Cole said, his eyes lighting up a little. John chuckled. These two were so into each other it wasn't even funny. It was so obvious!

"Alright, now that that's settled," John said, shifting uncomfortably. "So we go early and prepare… what about the library? There's a big open space with non-breakable stuff. Why don't we meet there at… Greer, do you think you could get your brother to tell you when everything's happening so we can find a time to all meet up?" John requested.

"Sure thing," Greer answered.

"So we meet up and then… we wait?" Cole asked, puzzled.

"Yeah," John replied.

"Well, what exactly do we plan on doing? Just taking them out no one hurts our family?" Cole asked, skeptically.

"Cole's right. I think we should try finding out why they're here and who's behind all this? I mean, it's a little strange right? Hunters coming back as demons to get revenge on other hunters?" Greer replied.

"Well how are we supposed to do that?" John asked. Both Cole and Greer looked at him. "What?"

"Well, rumor has it, your dad learned from the best, when he was in hell," Greer answered, hesitantly.

"How am I supposed to bring that one up? Uh, 'hey, Dad. Some chick told me that you know how to torture demons. Can you help a guy out?' I don't think that's going to work," John replied, defensively.

Greer sighed, "I don't know. It looks we've got a lot to do before the masquerade."

"No shit," John said in agreement.

"We'll find away," Cole chimed in. At least he was the optimistic one.