Daeva's

"No, I mean we may have a lead." Sam insisted. Dean and I shared a look.

"How did you get a lead, we were only in that bar for ten minutes and last I heard, we had nothing." I said huffing. How'd he get this lead between flipping helplessly through dad's journal and flirting with Miss Meg Masters.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road." Sam explained. "And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar?" It did sound a little odd now that I thought about it. "I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural?" So what, that girl several inches shorter than me was pure evil? "You don't think that's a little weird?"

"Random coincidence happens." Dean said. But he apparently forgot just who we were.

"Not to us." Sam insisted. "Look, I could be wrong but I'm just saying there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on."

"There's a lot I don't like about that girl." I said firmly. There was just something about her that rubbed me the wrong way.

Dean smirked teasingly. "I don't know. Maybe Sammy here just has a this for her." It'd be great for Sam to move on from Jess but did it have to be for someone like Meg Masters? Sam rolled his eyes but even he laughed as I pouted, crossing my arms. "Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?"

It was surprising when Sam suddenly changed to be as serious as can be. "Do me a favor; check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts and if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor."

I smirked, "It would be my pleasure." Now maybe I could find some dirt on little miss innocent.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked. Right, it wasn't like Sammy to just push off all the work on to us. That was more Dean's thing.

"I'm gonna watch Meg." Sam said like it was obvious. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Yeah, you are." Dean laughed, clearly thinking more on it like I was.

"More like going to be a perv." I grumbled. Who knew Sammy had it in him.

Sam scowled knowing exactly where our minds had gone. "I just wanna see what's what." He insisted but I didn't believe it for a second. "Better safe than sorry."

"He's gonna be a pervert tonight, isn't he?" I grumbled to Dean as we climbed into the impala.

"You bet he is." Dean grinned proudly. Boys.

Later on, Sam had left in the car to spy on Meg while Dean and I researched. Dean couldn't resist waiting anymore so he called Sam and put it on speaker phone between us. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean asked as soon as Sam answered.

"No," Sam said far too quickly.

"Sam." I said, not looking up from the computer screen.

I could practically feel Sam roll his eyes through the phone. "Yes."

"You've got a funny way of showing your affection." Dean grinned. I shook my head. I thought it once and I'd think it again: boys.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked.

I sighed, looking at the senior phone of Meg Masters. "I hate to say it but I'm looking at her school records so she's a real person." And not just something evil we can kill.

Dean just couldn't leave Sam alone about a pretty girl. "Now why don't you go knock on her door and uh, invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you so." I had a phase when I was going through poetry. It didn't last long when I realize the most paper could do as a weapon was give someone a paper cut. Unless you stuck like a whole notebook down someone's throat but that would be way to much effort.

Sam ignored Dean as always. "Any luck on the symbol?"

Dean finally turned a serious and looked down at his own research. "It turns out it's Zoroastrian." I pushed my laptop aside to concentrate on that. "Very old school, like two thousand years before Christ." I scooted closer so I could get a better look at the papers. "It's a sigil for a daeva."

"Great," I started. "...Now what's a Daeva?"

"It translate to 'demon of darkness'." Dean translated. "Zoroastrian demons and they're savages, animalistic with nasty attitudes." I had a feeling the last thing I wanted to do was one into one. "Kind of like uh, demonic pit bulls."

"How'd you figure that out?" Sam asked. I was curious to since Dean wasn't the research guy of our little group and even Sam hadn't been able to find anything.

Dean scoffed. "Give me some credit, you don't have a corner on paper chasing around here."

"Have you ever even read a book before?" I asked. In the like nine months or so I've known him, I've only ever seen him read 'Busty Asian Beauty's' or the obituary's.

"Alright," Dean finally broke. "I called Dad's friend Caleb." That made more since and now I at least know who he was talking to when I went to the bathroom earlier. "Anyway, here's the thing, these daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." I looked at him confused, seriously, someone was making this thing come here?

"So someone's controlling it?" Sam guessed. Who was that stupid to summon something like that? What if they lost control? Not that it would really matter since it was already killing people. Maybe this guy had a beef for whatever reason against Ben and Meredith.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying." Dean said, rubbing his forehead tiredly. "And from what I gather, it's a pretty risky business." Of course it was, controlling a monster like that. "These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them, and the uh, arms and torsos."

I blinked. "That honestly does not surprise me."

"So what do they look like?" Sam asked. All the pictures I could see just showed a vague shadow.

"Well nobody knows, nobody's seen them in a couple of millennia." Dean explained. "I mean summoning a demon that ancient, someone really knows they're stuff." And that someone was no doubt dangerous and probably a little damaged in the head. "I think we've got a major player in town." And we had to track them down before they could kill again. "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram." Dean grinned cockily.

"Bite me." Sam said.

"Or you know, you could not bite her." I told him.

"No, he should bite her." Dean insisted. "Just don't leave teeth marks," Sam hung up before he could finished and Dean looked at me.

"I would have hung up on you to." I said, turning back to the laptop. I looked at the grinning picture of seventeen year old Meg Masters