This story takes place during season two right after the episode "Play things"

Chapter 1

1979

"Son of a bitch," Kate cursed as she rushed into the library from the storm. Her mother used to make her eat soap whenever she had a mouth like that and Kate still thought about the taste of soap whenever she did curse. Kate shivered. Every inch of her was soaked. She stripped off her jacket haphazardly as she rushed to the cabinet of ingredients she kept behind the desk. Kate continued to steal glances at the door as she riffled through the various unlabeled glass bottles. Without measuring, Kate dumped the ingredients into a bowl. Stealing one last glance at the glass doors she cut her hand open. Headlights pulled into the parking lot as kate quickly began drawing with her blood on the door. As she rounded off the final sigil the glass doors flung open. Lightning lights the back of the two men standing in the doorway.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Katie," Bishop's latest lackeys approached Kate as she fumbled with the matches. She only knew one of them but their familiarity didn't matter anymore. He had made that painfully clear.

"Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice," the flame lit in Kate's hand but before she could drop it in the bowl Nyle grabbed her wrist and the flame went out. Kate looked into the eyes of a man she once trusted. He used the smile that once had made Kate melt but now she was just angry. Kate's head met the bridge of nyle's nose. He cursed as he involuntarily backed away. Goon number two advanced on Kate but not before she hit another match lit this time successfully dropping it into the bowl. As light began to glow and the sigils burned Nyle took his last opportunity to attack but as the light burned brighter he realized his mistake too late. The light consumed both Kate and Nyle and they were gone.

Present

"Sam if you don't get you ass moving in the next ten minutes I am leaving you behind," Dean had already packed the impala and was just glaring at his kid brother who was sitting at the table in the kitchenette looking at his computer and then looking back at their father's journal. Dean had bee giving the kid grace for the past few weeks. It was mostly out of guilt. Sam had made Dean promise that he would kill Sam if he became evil. It was such bullshit. Dean knew if it really came down to it he wouldn't keep the promise. He would rather put a bullet in his own head before putting one in Sammy's.

"Did dad ever mention why he kept on going back to Dayton Missouri?" Sam looked up at his brother who looked irritated.

"If dad ever went to Dayton he never took us," Dean sighed remembering the weeks of his childhood that his father would dumped him and sam on Pastor Jim or Bobby and go off and hunt and he sure as heel wouldn't talk about the hunts when he came back.

"There are multiple entries over the years about Dayton. It's mostly Witch hunts but he keeps on using the initial K. It seems like someone he was looking for," Sam flipped through the journal to show his brother. Dean's interest had peaked and he sat down next to Sam to see the journal.

"Dad never mentioned anything about this," Dean flipped through the pages of his father's writing. Both sam and Dean had read the journal all the way through but there were a lot of entries that made no sense or were written in shorthand that only their father understood. Most of the time the journal had been helpful on hunts to look back and see how their dad was able to deal with a similar situation but when it came to anything personal Dean felt like he needed a super secret decoder ring that his dad hadn't had the courtesy to pass on.

"Well, whatever it is there seems to be another case in Dayton and it looks witchy," Sam spun his computer to show Dean a police report.

"Great, I just love those skeevy bitches,"

With that they were on the road again. They were at least five hours out from Dayton so Sam started by calling Bobby and asking him if he knew about their father's trips to Missouri.

"I don't know Sam, John was real secretive about it. All I know is that there is some type of coven there that seems to just replace any witch killed. Other hunters had offered to help your dad weed out the coven by the root but he always turned the offer down," Bobby relayed the information he knew which wasn't much but it was enough for the Winchesters to get an idea of what they were dealing with.

"What I don't get is if other hunters knew about the coven, why didn't they just go after it themselves?"

"They are witches, sam. They are tough bitches to catch. You may be able to get a stray power hungary one now and then but the smart ones keep quiet and ensure they can't be tracked and when ever this coven did surface your dad was on it so fast that other hunters didn't have a chance to even try," Bobby had always written it off as John being a stubborn bastard but know how much that man liked his secrets there might be something more to it and that made Bobby even more nervous. "Hey why don't I call another hunter to give you back up," Bobby already knew the answer before he suggested it.

"We will be okay Bobby, I will talk to you later," Sam was about as stubborn as his father.

Going to the coroners one hundred percent confirmed the hunters' suspicions. Dean found a hex bag looking through the vic's personal effects.

"Sam," Dean held up the hex bag as his brother looked up from the body whose organs had turned into stew.

"Great," sam looked ready to throw up, "whatever this is Bobby was right, this is powerful magic,"

"So, what did this guy do to piss off a coven of witches?" Dean sealed the items back up in the evidence bag without the hex bag. He was going to burn that sucker as soon as he got a chance.

"I don't know but the hex bag was on him so," Sam attempted to breath though not gagging and Dean seemed to be enjoying his brother's struggle.

"Someone had to get close enough to put it on him," Dean hid his smirk with a quizzical look.

"We should go interview the family," Sam said, not noticing his brother's enjoyment.

"We should get some lunch first. I am starving. I am really craving chunky tomato soup," Dean didn't even try to hide his snicker when his brother gagged.

"Jerry had some eccentric friends but I never thought," Grace paused, trying not to cry again. She had already done enough of that and didn't need to make a scene in front of the nice FBI pageants. They were working on her husband's case after all.

"Mrs. Taylor, did your husband have any enemies?" The taller of the two agents asked. They were both so young it made Grace wonder if they were even qualified but she pushed the thought away.

"Every person at that damned job of his," Grace hissed.

"What do you mean," The agent continued to have a sympathetic look on his face despite Grace's sudden change in emotion.

"I'm sorry, all I mean is that everyone was gunning for Jerry's job and that made him less than likable at the company picnic to say the least," Grace could remember the glares she had gotten from the other spouses like she had something to do with her husband's success.

Grace sent the two FBI agents on their way with her husband's business card. She hoped that they were going to find that person that did this to Jerry. Grace closed her front door as the agents drove away and she turned back to her empty living except for it wasn't empty. She jumped at the sight of a young woman sitting on the couch.

"Rachel, you scared me, what are you doing here?" Grace pressed her head to her chest and felt her heart pounding.

"I am curious, what did you tell those men about our arrangement," Rachel was drawing lines in the suede couch with her finger. Grace couldn't tell what she was drawing but it didn't matter.

"I didn't think it was relevant to what happened to Jerry, right?" Grace tried to swallow but it seemed her mouth went dry.

"You are right it's not relevant," Rachel stood and crossed the room in one smooth motion, "but you see Jerry was becoming more of a hassle than he was worth," She was now only inches away from Grace who was now trembling.

"What did you do to my husband," Tears streaked down Grace's face. Rachel smiled as she leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I'll show you," Rachel slipped the hex bag into Grace's pocket. Within seconds she was on the ground spilling her guts. Rachel frowned at the disgusting scene before she turned to make her leave.

"Not that I am saying that those guys don't make me uncomfortable I don't think they are witches," Dean tried to shake the gross feeling those finance bros gave him as him and his brother left the office building.

"Right, maybe there is something Jerry's wife isn't telling us. He had to of majorly pissed off a witch there has to be something we missed," Sam walked alongside his brother who led the way back to the impala.

"Okay I will go back and talk to the wife you go find out what you can about these witches. If they have been around her for a long time there has to be a record of it,"

Dean went to go back to the Taylor's residence and Sam found himself at the town library. There was something to be appreciated about the building. It had to be at least a century old but that wasn't the first thing sam noticed when he climbed the old stone steps. It was the warding all along the steps. Pegan, wiccan, and abrahamic alike. Someone went great lengths to protect this building from everything that could ever be thought of. It made Sam wonder what exactly needed to be protected.

The inside of the library was unlike the outside. It tradded the gothic look for a cheery colorful place to hang out after school. High School kids sat at tables making eyes at each other with the cover of studying and children sat around a carpet as a woman read them a story.

"Can I help you?" A librarian at the check out desk grabbed Sam's attention. The young hunter smiled and turned to her.

"Yeah, do you have any books on the town's history?" The librarian led the way to the non-fiction section and Sam followed. They in fact had a whole area dedicated to the town's history. Pictures and all. Sam let his eyes gaze over the black and white photos before he landed on one in particular. It was a picture of a two women one middle aged and the other younger. The picture looked like it was taken in the 70s. The two women were sitting on the steps of the library and both were wearing identical necklaces. Sam didn't recognize the symbol but he did recognize the young woman wearing it.

"Hey who are these people in this picture," He pointed out the picture to the librarian.

"Before the library was publicly funded it was privately owned by a family who were deeply rooted in this town. The Belles were always happy to allow the public to use their extensive book collection. In fact before this building was a public library it was the Belle mansion. We actually kept some of the living quarters from the original home upstairs. Some of the Belles descendants are still around but they weren't as invested in this library as Hazel Belle was. That picture there is of Hazel and her student Kate. Hazel had actually left the ownership of the library to Kate when she died but Kate tragically went missing in the late 70s and the library has been publicly owned since," There was a sadness in the librarian's eyes when she finished the story. This Belle Family seemed important to the town and very well may be witches.

"Did Hazel Belle live in the library?" Sam asked.

"Yes she did. Her family was the last of the Belles to live here. Since Hazel had no children it was no shock that she left the place to Kate," Sam looked back at the picture of the two women. He still could shake the feeling he recognized the young woman the librarian called Kate. he just could put his finger on it.

"Do you know what Kate's last name was?"

"I can't quite remember but you might want to talk to someone that was around then,"

Dean crouched down in the living room next to Grace's body. He frowned trying to avoid the blood.. Was it just blood? Trying to avoid the blood and guts soup that was on the ground. Grace had the exact same hex bag in her pocket that Jerry did. Same witchy components. Grace's body was still warm which didn't shock Dean because they had only left the woman an hour ago. The hunter stood up and was about to use the landline to call the sops when he noticed something on the couch. Someone had drawn a symbol into the suede of the couch. Dean could just barely make it out. He took a picture and made a mental note to show his geek brother later.

Dean called in the body and then booked it from the house before the cops showed up. He really didn't feel like answering questions like why is Mrs. Taylor's insides on her shag carpet? Dean's phone rang in his pocket as he was driving. He reached in and answered the phone.

"Please tell me you got something," Dean grumbled.

"So get this there is a family that seems to be what we are looking for. They are some of the original settlers of this town. I am going to talk to someone who knows more. Does the name Kate mean anything to you?" Sam spoke with the excitement that only came with a break in a case.

"I don't know man Kate is a pretty common name, do you have a last name?"

"That is what I am trying to find out," Sam sighed.

"Okay meet me back at the motel when you are done. And be careful our witch has upped her body count. I found Grace Taylor all over her carpet," The older hunter tried not to shiver at the memory of the liquid mess that was Grace Taylor. "I going to try and find out what the Taylors had to do with witches,"

Sam hung up his phone and slid it back in his pocket. He crossed reference the address the librarian wrote down for him with the one on the house in front of him.

Someone answered the door only seconds after he knocked. The door swung open to reveal a tall blonde about Sam's age. He had to admit that she was attractive.

"Hi I'm-"

"Sam, right?" The woman smiled, "Carrie told me you were coming to see my dad," Carrie must have been the librarian Sam talked too. He felt a twinge of guilt about not getting her name after she had been so helpful.

"Um yeah," He smiled awkwardly.

"Come in," The woman opened the door for Sam and he followed her in, "My name is Rachel Belle,"

"Belle, like the family that owns the library?" Sam asked as Rachel gestured for him to sit down in the living room.

"Indeed," Sam looked up at the sudden voice that entered the room. He was an older gentleman but by no means in bad shape. He smiled at Sam and extended his hand, "Bishop Belle,"

"Sam Page," He shook Bishop's hand, "so you are related to the Belles," Sam tried to hide his sudden worry but the two hadn't shown a threat to him yet.

"Yes, I am Hazel's younger brother," Bishop settled into the sitting room chair across from Sam. He looked around and noticed that Rachel had disappeared.

"The librarian, um Carrie, said that once Hazel died you turned your family home and library over to the public," Sam said, trying not to show how shifty he became.

"Our home and library always meant more to my sister than it did to me and when she died I already had a home and a family to support and there was nothing really tying me emotionally to the place so I made it public," Bishop gave Sam a sad smile. As Sam thought about it, it could be possible that Bishop wanted nothing to do with the witchcraft that his sister and family was involved in and looking around the man's house he just seemed so normal.

"What about the girl your sister was mentoring, Kate?" Sam pulled the photo Carrie had let him borrow and handed it to Bishop.

"Kate was such a sweet and brilliant woman, she was dating my son until the day they both disappeared," Bishop looked even sadder. Emotionally torn when he mentioned his son.

"Your son went missing as well?" Sam asked. Bishop nodded and stood. He went over to a shelf and picked up a box of pictures. After a few seconds he fished out the picture he was looking for and came back over to Sam.

"His name was Nyle," Bishop extended the picture to Sam. The picture was of what Sam recognized as Kate and what must be Nyle holding each other and smiling. This picture was in color and it sparked Sam's memory even more. It was Kate's eyes; they were just like someone he knew. The mix of blue green and brown. like Dean's, like his, just like their Father.

Dean attempted to research the odd symbol he found on the couch and then the components of the hex bag but both came up with dead ends. Something was bothering him about the name Kate. He recognized it but couldn't put his finger on why. He pulled out his father's journal and searched through the pages about Dayton. Dean's father had used the initial K through his writing. could it possibly stand for Kate? He couldn't find anything he didn't already know. Dean cursed his dad for his vagueness. He looked back at the picture on his phone of the odd symbol then at the motel stationary he had redrawn the symbol out on.

Giving up on his father's writing, Dean flipped over the pages in the journal to the back cover. There was a pocket that his father had kept photos in. Dean slid out the pictures from the pocket. He smiled at the picture on top of him and his mother when Dean was three. He flipped to the next photo of his dad holding his two sons on the hood of the impala. The next picture Dean had completely forgotten about. Why hadn't he thought of it before? The picture was black and white of a teenage girl hugging a younger boy on a front porch. On the back of the fading photo was written Kattie and John 1966. Dean knew that the picture had been taken by his grandmother who died only three years later leaving dad and his older sister orphans. His older sister Kate. The teenage girl in the photo who was wearing the symbol Dean was staring at on the motel stationary around her neck.

Rachel stepped over the long legs of the incapacitated body tied to a support pillar in the library. She pulled out the phone that hadn't stopped ringing for the last fifteen minutes.

"Will you shut that thing up?" Carrie hissed.

"It's Dean Winchester," Rachel showed the contact to her father instead of Carrie who was getting on her nerves.

"Answer it," Bishop ordered.

"Howdy, Dean," Rachel answered the phone. She could practically feel her little sister rolling her eyes.

"Who is this?" Dean growled.

"I suppose it's only fair that I tell you my name since I know yours Dean Winchester," Rachel paused to hear Dean practically fuming, "The name is Rachel Belle. I believe you are familiar with my work,"

"You killed the Taylors," Deans teeth were grinding, "Then I guess you are familiar with my work, witch,"

"Very good Mr. Hunter," Rachel teased.

"What have you done with my brother," Dean hissed.

"Don't worry little bro is fine," Rachel kicked aside sam's legs, "for now,"

"I swear to god, if you,"

"Oh don't be a tease Dean," Rachel cut him off, "you will have plenty of time for a temper tantrum later but for now I have a big brother to bring back," Rachel hung up the phone and then snapped it in half. Sam began to shift awake with a groan.

"Oh great, our guest is awake," Bishop smiled down on Sam, "Carrie dear, are you done with that spell yet?" The older witch asked his youngest daughter.

"I just need the final ingredient," Carrie gestured toward the stirring hunter.

"Morning sunshine," Rachel knelt next to the Winchester with a dagger in her hand.

Dean kept the bitch talking just long enough to track Sam's phone. She was going to regret laying even a finger on his little brother.

The impala drifted into the library parking lot as Dean grabbed his gun and put his baby in park. He felt bad being so aggressive with her but there was no time to be gentle. Dean knew the bullets in his gun weren't going to kill witches this powerful but it would slow them down enough to rescue his brother. As Dean rushed to the front doors he could see through them. The two Witches had their backs to the door but his brother noticed him with wide eyes. They had him tied to a pillar bleeding into a bowl of blood that was growing larger by the second. Dean was going to have to find another way into the building if he wanted the element of surprise.

Dean rushed around to the side of the building in search of another door. He found the backdoor but it was locked. Dean took a deep breath and he couldn't be panicking if he was going to be able to pick the lock.

Once the door was open Dean found himself in rows of books but he could hear the two voices of the witches. Hiding behind a bookshelf, Dean was able to get a clear shot of the one bleeding his brother. She tumbled backward at the shock of a bullet hitting her shoulder. She was bleeding but it didn't seem to matter to her much.

"Come to join the party Dean?" She growled. Dean revealed himself with his gun trained on the woman who he recognized by her voice.

"Sorry to crash this little get together but I am going to need my brother back," Dean dared a glance at Sam who was turning pale trying to keep his eyes open.

"The more the merrier," The witch spat back.

"Don't move," Dean moved his aim to the other witch who leaned over to take the bowl of Sam's blood.

"I don't think you are in a position to be making demands here Dean," The witch Dean spoke on the phone with slicked her hand and Dean's gun flew out of his hands. Well so much for strategy. Dean rushed the witch tackling her to the ground. The other one moved out of the way in time with the bowl of blood. She began drawing sigils on a wooden door with the blood. The witch underneath him fought back but Dean but he was able to overpower her placing his hand and arm in the perfect position around her neck.

"Continue the spell and I snap her neck," Dean yelled at the witch with his brother's blood. She put her arms up in surrender as her fellow witch whimpered under his grip. Dean lightened his grip on the witch only for her head to twist around and neck snap. The witch who had surrendered let out a yelp at the sight.

"Family was always such a weakness," a male voice came from behind Dean, "Carrie, finish the spell," he demanded. The witch nodded with tears in her eyes as she turned back towards the door. Dean dropped the body in his hands and turned to the man who had appeared behind him. "My daughter got a little to confident in her place thinking just because she was my spawn meant she was more important than power. No matter," the old man sighed, "she will have learned her lesson when we bring her back,"

"My god you psychopath," Dean was in utter shock. This man had just killed his own child. Dean could still hear the woman performing the spell whimpering trying not to cry.

"You sound just like your father, Dean," The old man laughed, "he was just as shocked when he found out I killed my own sister," The old witch flicked his hand and Dean was pinned up against a bookshelf near his brother who was now passed out. He fruitlessly struggled against the force of power.

"You know you have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don't know yours," Dean grunted.

"The name is Bishop Belle, I am surprised your father didn't tell you that when he sent you here," The old witch studied Dean's expression, "unless… your father didn't send you here," Bishop's expression changed to a smug grin, "oh he's dead isn't he? How I would have liked to be the one that did the deed but alas here we are. Your father got what he deserved. He killed my entire coven. All the people who pledged their souls to me got taken out one by one by that pain in the ass. My daughters and I had to downsize. No matter I am about to get my son back and I get to kill three Winchesters," Bishop turned away from Dean back toward his daughter who was backing away from the finished spell. Had he just said three Winchesters? The wooden door glowed a bright white light then disappeared in the light. It grew until it was blinding Dean. The whole room was enveloped in light and then everything went dark.