"So they aren't demons?" Dean asked, "not real ones anyway?"

"Nope," Eri winced as Sam stitched her arm, "Just bastards who can possess people."

"Another new hellspawn," Dean groaned, "Great."

"Hey you two geniuses let open Purgatory," She countered.

"That was Cas," He said quickly, "Speaking of, where is the damn angel?"

"There ya go," Sam said, snipping the thread.

"Thanks," Eri smiled, rolling her shoulder around, "From what I saw when I caught up to him, he was old and strong. Definitely unnatural, I tried to gut him, but he saw me and threw me back."

"Did he say what his name was?" Sam asked, knowing how monsters liked to boast.

"Yup," She nodded, "Goes by the name of Charon. Said you two keeping screwing up his portals between Earth, Hell and everything else."

"Charon?" Sam asked, "Like the Greek God of Death?"

"Ok first off, as a former Greek mythology nerd, that is so wrong and offensive! Charon is the ferryman between Earth and the Underworld. Hades isn't the god of death either just so you know. He's just a pouty brat in charge of overseeing it. Thanatos is the Greek God of Death."

"Great," Dean said, "So we just gank the ferryman, can't be that hard right?"

"You want to kill the ferryman? The one who works for a God?" Eri asked, "You're joking right?"

"Eri," Sam shrugged, "You've heard what we've done. Killing a ferryman is right up our ally."

"Besides," Dean grinned, "I've killed dozen of gods before."

"You killed like 2," Sam shook his head.

"And how many did you kill?" Dean shot back.

"3 actually." Sam preened.

"Will you two stop measuring dicks," Eri rolled her eyes.

"Sorry," Sam apologized.

"So since you two are such god slaying maniacs, how do we kill Charon?"

Dean and Sam shared a look and shrugged.

"Genius," Eri sighed, "I swear it's incredible you've actually managed to survive this long as it is."

"Well Charon is right about one thing," Sam said, "We have died a lot. And been brought back. A lot. It makes sense that he's pissed."

"But what's with the demon not demon things?" Dean asked.

"He said they were his own pets," Eri explained, "My guess is that he wanted to mess with you. Psychologically. So you guys thinking abut seeing Lilith or whatever would throw you off your game."

"He's smart," Sam nodded, "We'll have to do some research."

"Back to base then." Eri said, looking up as Teresa came up.

"Hey, we got all the civvies back home," She said, "They don't remember anything, and casualties are minimal. When the riot started, most got possessed. The ones that didn't ran or ended up in the hospital."

"Good," Eri nodded, "Any signs on the map of our hellish new friends?"

"Not yet," She said, handing Eri a tablet, "But they'll turn up eventually."

"Alright thanks," She said, "Load up, head back to base, but leave a small team here just in case. I want a couple in the hospital too."

"On it," Teresa, "Patrick's heading over there and I was thinking I'll stay here with Jackie."

"Sounds good," Eri nodded, "What do you think? A dozen?"

"A dozen sounds good. 3 at the hospital and the rest watching the streets."

"You read my mind," Eri smiled, handing back the tablet, "But I want anyone who's an expert on Greek mythos back to base."

"Alright." Teresa nodded, walking away.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"Impressive," Dean nodded, "You seem to now what you're doing."

"Well you do this enough and you kind of just know what to do," She said, "I'm assuming it's only been just the two of you?"

"Pretty much," Dean said, "Sometimes a friend or to but not a lot."

"We're used to working back to back," Sam said.

"I get that," Eri nodded, "Me and Teresa have worked together for years. She was my first friend when all this happened."

"But you're in charge." Sam added, seeing the relationship between the two.

It was like when they worked with Bobby. Bobby always took charge, allowing the boys to fall behind him. Eri threw her head back and laughed hoarsely.

"I'm a little more addicted to the game." She explained, "I like the rush."

"I know someone like that," Sam sad, giving Dean a pointed look.

"What?" He asked, "I'm not addicted, I just like shooting."

Sam shook his head, chuckling as they gathered up their bags and headed outside.

"We'll see you back at Base," Eri called as she went to speak with more hunters.

The boys climbed in the car, simply tossing their stuff in the back seat.

"So what do you think?" Sam asked, watching the hunters move.

They seemed to have come in a variety of cars, an old 67 Mustang, brand new Jeep, a Dodge Van. All of them seemed to be well practiced in a situation like this as they loaded themselves up, some staying and reloading their guns.

"What?" Dean asked.

"About all of this?" Sam gestured to the shrinking crowd, "I man we saw almost 30 hunters here Dean, 12 of them are stayig to protect the town. there's dozens more at their bunker."

"So what are you saying?" Dean asked, "Start up a hunters school? A Hogwarts for hunters?"

"Would it be so bad?" Sam asked, "We could really prepare them. You know that over half the information we have at our bunker, we've never come across before. I hardly doubt that even Bobby had most of that information at his fingertips."

"What happened to getting out of the life Sammy?" Dean asked, pulling away from the theatre, "You hate hunting."

Sam looked down, absentmindedly picking at a scab on his wrist. He wondered if he should tell Dean how he truly felt. His guilt over what had happened since he left Stanford so long ago.

"I messed up Dean," He explained, "I've messed up so much. Ruby, Lilith, Lucifer. They may not be here, but c'mon, Eri is a hunter because of me. Because of the choices I made. Not to mention you. You sold your soul, you died, you got trapped in Purgatory. Purgatory and I did nothing."

"Sam, we talked about this," Dean rolled his eyes, "That's over with."

"I need to fix this Dean," Sam insisted, "I have to fix what I did. I can't stop Eri or any of those guys from hunting, but if we could help them..."

"Ok ok," Dean put his hand up, "Stop, we're not starting Hunting Ghosts and Monsters 101. We're just going to gank this Charon guy and move onto the next case. We don't need more hunters. We need to kill the hellspawn that's already here."

"Fine," Sam rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"What do you thin about Charonmites?" Dean asked with a smile, "they are his creation as far as we know."

"Really Dean? Naming them?" Sam asked.

"What? At least its not Jefferson Starships," Dean laughed.

"That again?" Sam asked with a laugh, just as he was about to say something else a flutter of wings sounded and he looked behind as Dean swerved.

"Dean, Sam," Castiel spoke as the Impala swerved.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked angrily, "We really need some help back there! A little angel mojo!"

I'm sorry," Castiel said, "But something must have been blocking me. Alistair no doubt."

"Actually they aren't here," Sam said, explaining Charon and his pets.

"That's interesting," Castiel said, "To anger the ferryman is like angering a reaper. It hardly happens. I'm surprised he's taken action."

"Any idea how to kill him?" Dean asked.

"Not that I'm aware," Casteil said, "You could try the traditional way with an angel blade, but Charon is a beyond an ordinary reaper. One of very few to be given his own name. That is how much of an influence and impact he had created."

"So we research," Sam said bluntly, "We do what we always do. We research it, trap him and kill him."

"Got it," Dean nodded, then looked to Castiel, "Think any other reapers will come after us?"

"I am not sure Dean," Castiel said, frowning,"Reapers don't ever target people, but then, as you have said before, you are special."

"Damn right," Dean grinned.