We only had one case before Azazel contacted me. Crossroads demon. The demon may not be as loyal as Azazel but it didn't really matter. Even if she didn't want to give up the contract I could have either destroyed her and the hound or have just ordered the hound to stop as they are loyal to my dad and me first. But she gave into the order. Waiting till the near last minute. Of course Dean asked me what she said but all I told him was that I wouldn't trust a word that came out of the red eyed bitch's mouth. Then we packed up quick and headed to River Grove, Oregon. They spent a great deal of time arguing in the car but all that stopped once I spoke up.

"Look we can argue all we want it but it will do no good." Right as we were getting close to the town I flipped us over to the pocket demission version made mainly by Gabriel. I knew he was pretending to be a Sergeant. Sure I would have been able to do so by myself but he wanted to be there encase something went wrong. Who was I to tell him no. Once we got out of the car Dean and Sam were about to pull me over to talk to someone from Sam's vison.

"Hey guys how about you go talk to people well I go pick up so food. I mean we kinda just dropped everything. I don't know about you two but I'm hungry so I'm going to go find a place. I text you options when I find a place." I know that it would eventually lead them to the Tanner house which would get the ball rolling. They know that I could read minds so they would be able to use that to see if the boy had the virus. I needed to see if Dean would actually waste the guy. So I started to play my part as the Doctor. So after they were out of sight I changed my appearance and headed to the clinic and waited. Summoning a raven to follow them. They eventually showed up with an infected Beverly and a dead Mr. Tanner.

"Dr. Lee," the assistant Pam yelled. I then rushed in.

"Bring her in," I told Sam.

"Okay," he mumbled. Pam leaded Sam and Beverly into a back room with me following. Dean enters, carrying the body of Mr. Tanner hoisted over his shoulders as I returned.

"Is that…" I questioned.

"Mr. Tanner?"

"Was he attacked too?" I asked like I had no clue what was going on.

"Uh . . . no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself shot."

"Shot?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he said as thought it was no big deal.

"And who are you?"

"U.S. Marshal. I'd show you my badge, but uh . . ."

"Oh. Sorry. Bring him back here." I showed him to a room where we could examine them. I then stated to treat the injured illusion well listen to what happened.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" I questioned.

"They beat me. Tied me up," she said after nodding.

"I don't believe it," Pam mumbled.

"Pam. Beverly . . . do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?" I questioned.

"No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them." I knew a line like that would get them thinking. They started to argue and since I knew that that could very well I decided to intervene. Making sure that they could hear the click of the heels I was wearing.

"How's the patient?" Sam asked.

"Terrible! What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know," Dean told me.

"Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor."

"We didn't have a choice," Dean explained

"Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner…"

"Phones are down," Sam told me.

"I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?"

"Yeah we do. But it crapped out just like everything else." Dean explained.

"I don't understand what is happening," I lied.

"How far is it to the next town?" Dean questioned.

"It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder," I told him knowing that they be stopped.

"All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help." Dean clapping SAM on the shoulder "My partner'll stick around, keep you guys safe."

"Safe from what?" I asked letting fear into my tone

"We'll get back to you on that," He told me before he left. I then headed to examine Mr. Tanner. After taking samples I looked at his blood knowing what I would fine.

"Huh," I mumbled.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection."

"Really? What kind of virus?" He asked.

"Can't say for sure."

"Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?"

"None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood," I told her.

"Did what?" he questioned.

"There's this . . . weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur."

"Sulfur," he mumbled. I then decided to go talk to Beverly knowing that it would lead to an attack. This whole thing was so boring. Sure I had taken on rolls of others before but the punch line usually happened by now or I was getting enjoyment out of watching them squirm by now but they didn't even know that they were being tricked. That made this boring. Like it was boring to watch when my mind linked illusions needed a break. So I asked the fake woman a few medical questions before it told me that I could take a blood sample and she attacked. Throwing me before going after Sam. I was pretending to be shaken up before I took a blood sample. I was looking through the microscope as Pam huddles against the far wall.

"What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?" Pam questioned.

"You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help," I told her.

"I can't, I . . . I've got to go." She started to leave.

"Pam!" I yelled

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay." She walked out with Sam close behind her. Dean would back soon, hopefully with Gabriel. I would love to share the boredom. I barely said anything as they went to go and kill Beverly. After that Pam dropped a vile getting infected freaking out over it. They then started to argue about leaving which was impossible. They then started to question Duane. Then I pointed out he was bleeding. Which started an argument till Sam turned to me.

"Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" He asked.

"I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards…"

"My mom!" Duane cut me off but I payed it no mind.

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so . . . no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns," I explained.

"Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now." Dean and Sam left the room as Gabriel tied up Duane. Dean came back in a few minutes later. Gun drawn.

"No, you're not gonna . . . No, no, I swear it's not in me!" Duane pleaded.

"Oh God. We're all gonna die," Pam said.

"Maybe he's telling the truth," Gabriel pretending to be Mark suggested.

"No, he's not him, not anymore," Dean told us.

"Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" Duane kept pleading.

"I . . . I can't tell," I told him stuttering to seem like I was unsure.

"Please, don't. Don't, please. I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me, I swear, I, I swear it's not in me. No, don't," Duane sobbed.

"I got no choice." Dean told him. The moment feel like it was longer then it truly was. Was Dean so lost that he would kill without proof? This was just supposed to be a way to separate the boys for a while. It wasn't supposed to show if we could trust Dean or not. Dean pointing the gun at Duane with his finger hovering over the trigger, Duane sobbing, the others watching in tense silence. Dean trembles, hesitates, and finally lowers the gun with a grimace.

"Damn it!" He muttered to himself. Leaving the room. Duane pants in relief as he does. After about four hours I comment on how he hasn't turned asking if I could let him go. Which Sam allowed. Sam tried to question Dean on why he didn't pull the trigger but he was brushed off told to get more alcohol. It didn't take long for Pam to attack Sam. Getting he shot but not before 'infecting' Sam. We then all moved to the examination room where I bandaged him up his chest wound. Sam was sitting on the stool. His eyes are down, and he looks near tears. The others surround him, Dean pacing angrily.

"Doc, check his wound again, would you?... Doctor!" Dean anger was clear.

"What's she need to examine him for? You saw what happened," Gabriel argued. Sure he would never actually let him hurt Sam but for some reason he was arguing for Sam death. I sent him a side glance as to ask what you are doing before turning back to Sam.

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" I questioned.

"Come on, of course it did!" Gabriel said as though it was the only answer.

"We don't know that for sure." Dean argued.

"We can't take a chance," Duane told him.

"You know what we have to do," Gabriel said looking at Dean.

"Nobody is shooting my brother," he said in a tone that said no arguing.

"He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself," Duane reminded him.

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Dean was defiantly reaching the end of his rope.

"You were gonna shoot me!" Duane yelled.

"You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!" Dean threatened.

"Dean, they're right. I'm infected, just give me the gun and I'll do it myself," Sam told him.

"Forget it," Dean told in his big brother tone.

"Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things." You could hear the pain and fear in his voice it broke my heart.

"Sam, we've still got some time." Dean was stubborn want to protect his brother. I guess the question is what would he do if he wasn't his brother.

"Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this." Gabriel pulls out his handgun.

"I'm gonna say this one time… you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean Threatened.

"And if he wasn't your Brother? If he was anyone else he'd have a bullet in his head. I get he is your brother but sometimes we have to give up the few to save the many. Can you honestly say that if he wasn't your brother that he would still be alive?" I questioned him.

"Forget it," he told me.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Gabriel asked. Dean tosses him his keys.

"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now." Well maybe we can learn something from today.

"What about you?" Gabriel asked.

"Dean, no. No. Go with them. This is your only chance! Think about Astrid. You stay here with me then she is left all alone." A guilt trip. Sam was really willing to do that to get rid of Dean.

"For all we know Astrid is dead, she had a single clip and was all alone. She maybe good but she is rusty. You're not gonna get rid of me that easy." Thanks for the vote of confidence Dean.

"No, he's right. Come with us." When Dean made no move or word Gabriel backed off. "Okay, it's your funeral." The three of us started to leave without another word. I listen Sam and Dean from outside. I heard Dean admit that he is tired of the life, how he doesn't want to keep going. My name came up a few more times as a way to convince Dean to leave but he wouldn't move for it. I then banged on the door telling them to come look outside. After that we waited till morning when I told Sam that he was clean and so were the other samples. Not long after that everyone left and I flipped us back to the real world. Where I call Sam.

"Astrid?" He questioned.

"Where the hell are you guys I have been trying to get a hold of you for the last hour. Where are you guys and what do you want, I'm at an average fast food joint."

"Wait what are you talking about, how to you survive?" He questioned.

"Survive what? Dude what did you two do in the last hour to piss off whatever we are hunting?"

"Last hour. We have been in town for over a day," He told me.

"Did something screw with your noggin? It's October 24th and it is four. We've been in town for an hour. Look just come to Lee's Chicken. It is on Ashtree Street. It is hard to miss. See you in a bit." I then hung up and waited. They showed ten twenty minutes later.

"What the hell?" Dean asked.

"Just explain to me what happened." And they did. Even to a hunter the story probably would sound crazy. "Well that is something. So are we wanting to get out of town or are we wanting to Stake out the Tanner's house?" After a day we finally left town.