"There ya go," Patrick said two days later, "One orichalcum arrow."

"Great," Eri grinned.

She and the boys were in the forge, watching Patrick carefully. He had just pulled out the brand new dark gold colored arrow out of the water. It still sizzled from the sudden plunge into cold water. The metal had been hard to melt down and reforge into a weapon, but it had yielded. Teresa and Jackie had tracked and at last found Charon. He was in a decent sized beach side town a few miles away.

Pismo Beach.

Dean grinned as Patrick placed the cooled arrow on a rack and glanced at him.

"You gonna call your angel or what?"

"You could call him too," Dean said gruffly, "And his name is Cas."

"Is it time?" Cas asked, the sound of his wings fading.

Patrick stepped back, still not used to the angel's teleporting trick.

"Ya Cas it's time," Sam nodded.

Cas nodded and took an old blade off the bench, slicing his palm, blood that Sam swore glowed, dripped freely.

"Over the arrow," Patrick said, quickly moving the arrow underneath Cas's palm.

Sam watched as the arrow quickly darkened to an almost black shining look. To him, it screamed to run away, to flee, to hide. He knew though it was nothing.

"Alright," Eri nodded as Cas finished and the arrows assembled were dropped in a quiver, "I'll head out now. Sam, Dean you two are in charge."

"Wait what?" Dean asked.

"You're not going alone," Sam said.

"Please," She rolled her eyes, "I'll have Teresa and Jackie."

"What he meant was you're not going without us," Dean clarified.

"You're not going," She said.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because Charon wants you dead. You go and you could die, you could be a liability."

"A liability?" Sam asked, appalled.

"I can't speak for Sam," Dean said, "But I am sure as hell going because the only reason he's probably sticking around is cause he knows we're there. We don't show up, he'll vanish again."

"So what?" Eri asked, "You want to be bait?"

"It's the best plan," Sam said, "And I'm not letting either of you go alone."

"You're being ridiculous," Eri countered.

"You haven't done what we've done," Dean argued, "We know what it's like to fight a god. They're stronger then demons."

"You really want to test me?" Eri narrowed her eyes, "You have no idea what I can do."

"Ok enough," Sam said, before Eri demonstrated exactly how capable of a fighter she was, "Without Cas we wouldn't even have a weapon to take Charon down and being we know Cas it's our right we get to go."

"Without you two being brought back every two minutes, Charon wouldn't even have come," Eri snapped, "It's your fault he's here as are his little minions."

"So it's our responsibility," Sam perked up, "So we get to kill him."

Eri stared at Sam and Sam stared back, the silent tension building.

"Only if you're ready in 10," She said finally.

"We can be ready in 5," Dean countered.

She glared at Dean, grabbing the quiver of arrows.

"Don't forget," She said, walking away, "I'm the best at archery around here."

"I'm the bet at archery here," Dean mocked her s she walked away, "Well I can load a gun faster then you."

"You're still mad at her?" Sam asked.

"What happened?" Cas asked.

"We were practicing archery and they decided to challenge eachother. Dean lost." Sam snickered, "Every shot went in bullseye for her. He only managed 10 out of 12."

"I beat him," Dean nodded to Patrick who was cleaning up the forge, "Beat you."

"We tied," Sam shook his head, "And you beat him by 1."

"Dad didn't teach us shoot arrows," He growled, "He taught us to use a gun. You know why? Cause bullets are faster then arrows!"

"Look this is what the lore says," Sam shrugged, "We do what the lore says to do."

"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes, stalking away, "Best at archery, we'll can you shoot a gun?"

Sam chuckled and looked at Cas who stared into the distance.

"Yo, Cas, hey you good?"

"Sorry," Cas shook his head, coming back to earth, "Yes I am good, but I have to ask, what do you know about Eri?"

"Some stuff," Sam said, looking in the direction Eri had exited, "Why?"

"Do you remember when we first met?" He asked.

"Ya," Sam nodded, "I pointed a gun at you and that other angel."

"Uriel," Cas nodded, "He was a good soldier, a good brother."

"So what about Eri?" Sm asked.

"When I met you, I only knew as the boy with the demon blood. Now similar to seeing sulfur as a sign of demonic activity, I could sense the demon within you Sam. I could smell the darkness and evil that laid just beneath the surface of your skin."

"Great," Sam sighed, "That's nice Cas, what does that have to do with Eri?"

Sam closed his eyes in pain as he already knew the answer. Cas spoke softly and with hardly any emotion as he confirmed Sam's fear.

"That girl is the same as you were," He spoke, "I haven't felt that unnatural darkness in a human without possession since Stull Cemetery."

"Ya," Sam sighed, "I know."

"You know?" Cas asked, shocked, "Sam why haven't you said anything? Is she drinking demon blood?"

"No!" Sam yelled, "She's never had demon blood. She didn't even know about it!"

"Have you told her?" Cas asked.

"Not the details," Sam said after a moment.

"You cannot allow her-"

"I'm not!" Sam said,"I won't!"

"I must go," Cas said.

Before Sam could say anything, a gust of wind blew in his face and the angel had disappeared.

Sam sighed, looking around, satisfied that Patrick had left as well. No one had heard anything.

He shook his head and left to prep.

10 minutes later, the boys were walking to the Impala, parked in the garage.

"Suppose you boys won't carpool?" Eri asked, tossing the quiver and bow in her Camaro.

"Hell no," Dean shook his head, "Sam won't even fit."

"Shut up," Sam said, hitting his brother.

"Well then," She grinned, "Let's get going."

Dean and Sam climbed into the Impala and followed the Camaro down the lot to a tunnel. They waited as Eri clicked a door opener and the two muscle cars rolled out onto the dirt road.

They followed Eri west, towards the setting sun and beach.

Sam debated weather to tell Dean about Eri, Cas knew now and it was only a matter of time before she was found out somehow. He remembered how Dean had reacted when he saw Sam using his abilities.

Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang. He slid open the call from Eri and put it on speaker.

"Hey guys, Teresa and Jackie said to meet up at the next exit. They've got an idea how to hit Charon."

"Alright," Dean said, "Lead the way."

"I think we need to meet before that."

"Why what's wrong?" He asked.

"Teresa didn't sound like herself."

"I'm sure it's just stress," Sam said.

"No," Eri said, "It's not, she's possessed."

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"We talk and whenever we're out on the job we ask about the Dodgers."

"So?" Sam asked, "What about them?"

"Neither of us knows crap about the Dodgers," Eri explained, "But we always say Jackie Robinson is a good player and they'll win the World Series."

"Ok 1. Not following. 2. No way," Dean shook his head, "And 3. He played a dozen years ago."

"The point," Eri snapped, "Is that we use it to check on each other. She responded wrong. She said he's not a good player. Then didn't even follow up with the World Series."

"Alright then," Sam sighed, "So what do we do?"

"We need to talk," She said and Sam watched her pull over, "And I think it's time I tell you about something else."