The Winchesters and I were working a case a day before Halloween. Sam was speaking with the recent widow, Dean was looking around the kitchen, while I was preoccupied with the baby. He had started crying as he was left in the highchair.

"May I?" I ask as I gestured to her son. Mrs. Wallace nods while giving me a forced smile.

"Well, hello, little one. Mommy is busy right now." I coo as the child immediately calms down in my arms.

Walking over to Dean after he shows the hex bag to Sam and I.

"This is my coworker, wanna say hi?" Dean furrows his brows at the child that clings to me. The baby reaches his arms out, wanting the older Winchester to carry him. I smile as I hand him off to Dean who looks terrified of doing something wrong.

"Your forearm goes under his legs, yup, and one hand supports his head. You got it." I smile as the baby laughs while grabbing Dean's nose. I look over to Sam who clenches his jaw before averting his gaze back on Mrs. Wallace.

"Hey there, kid, you got a death grip on me." Dean playfully scolds.

"I think he likes you." I mutter as I pull his hand off of Dean's nose.

"Really?" The man asks as he remains unsure. I give him a reassuring glance.

"Yea, probably more than I ever will." I quip as the kid reaches out back to me.

"But I am your favorite FBI agent, aren't I?" I grab him and use one finger to tickle his sides, causing a bright smile to show.

"Show off." Dean mutters while rolling his eyes.

"Hey, you're not all that bad. I mean, you raised Sam." My words create a proud smirk on his face.

"Yea, I did, didn't I?" I give him an awkward smile before handing the baby boy back to his mother.

I leave the restroom after changing into more comfortable clothes inside the motel room.

"It's Halloween, man." Dean strides over near Sam as he shoves candy into his mouth.

"Right, yea. For us, every day is Halloween." Sam says as Dean takes a seat next to him on the couch.

"Don't be a downer." I say along with Dean.

I love Halloween... and so did Spencer. I wonder what he will be up to tomorrow. Probably watch a short film in another language or go trick or treating with JJ's kids.

I come back to reality when Sam starts explaining the materials inside the hex bag.

"Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy." Dean shudders as he gets up to go sit somewhere else that's away from the charred baby bone.

"Yea... well, it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we've ever dealt with before, that's for sure."

"Great." I mutter as I sit down beside Sam. "What about you- find anything on the victim?" I ask Dean.

"This Luke Wallace- he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." A sarcastic smile shown while Sam scoffs.

"So we can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead. That's awesome... do you guys ever find simple cases like Jack Montgomery, or was that just a freebie?" I huff at my rhetorical question.

Granted the Winchesters get the job done faster, but the BAU had all the materials needed to put the case together.

Sam offers me a hand as we walk down the basement steps. The heels I chose to wear giving me more reasons on why I don't choose them that often.

"Thanks." I mutter as we descend down the last step.

We scan the room, Dean stops Sam from walking further as his eyes were trained on the blonde teenager talking to an officer.

"I got this one." I grimace at Dean while Sam scoffs.

"Two words- jail bait." The latter scolds.

"I would never." The former protests but his brother gives him a warning look before walking off.

"You disgust me." I mumble, following Sam.

The younger Winchester looks under the couch while I stick my hands under the cushion, bending down awkwardly. I freeze as I feel a strange leather material. Frowning as I pull it out and sighing as I hold the hex bag.

"Got it." I mumble as I stand up straight and meet Dean's gaze. Holding up the bag that I found before pocketing it.

Back inside the motel room, Sam and I read through books on the bed while Dean was on his computer.

"I'm telling you, both of these vics are squeaky clean. There was no reason for wicked-bitch payback." Dean shares his lack of findings.

"Maybe 'cause it's not about that." I realize with furrowed brows. I hand Sam my book and wait for him to read the paragraph I had just read.

"Wow. Insightful." Sarcasm lacing the eldest's voice.

"Maybe this witch isn't working a grudge." Sam follows my theory.

"They might be working a spell." I add.

"Check this out. "Three blood sacrifices over three days- the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest." Celtic calendar- the final day of the final harvest is October thirty-first." Sam gets up and shows the book to his brother.

"Halloween?" Dean asks.

"Exactly." I say as I take the remaining seat between both boys. Picking up Sam's half finished beer and downing it. Both boys give me a look which earns a shrug as I wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

"What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean's gaze remains on the book.

"If I'm right, the witch is trying to summon a demon. And it's not your average black eyed soul dealer... it's Samhain." I cross my arms over myself waiting for both boys to understand the apparent severity.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" The oldest raises his brows.

"Dean, Samhain is the the damn origin of Halloween." Sam interjects with disbelief. I gather as much information I can remember from one of Spencer's Halloween rants.

"The Celts believed that October thirty-first was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead. It was Samhain's night, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets were left on doorsteps to appease him, and faces were carved into pumpkins to worship him." Sam gives me a proud look as this wasn't common knowledge.

"He was also exorcised centuries ago." He adds.

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck." Dean tries to confirm.

"Exactly." Sam and I answer at once.

"Only now, instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes." I reach for Dean's beer which he slaps my hand away.

"Ok, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?" Dean sarcastically smiles.

"Dean, this is serious." Sam scolds his brother.

"I am serious." His eyes are widened as he nods.

"This is some heavyweight witchcraft, Dean. This ritual can only be performed every six-hundred years." I interject with the same amount of impatience as Sam.

"And the six-hundred-year marker rolls around..." He trails off awaiting an answer.

"Tomorrow night." Sam and I respond with a nod.

"Naturally, well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."

"That's 'cause he likes company... and I'm not talking one night stands. Once he gets raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own." I give a sarcastic smile.

"Raising what, exactly?"

"Dark, evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper." Sam says.

"So we're talking ghosts."

"Yea."

"Zombies?"

"Mhm."

"Leprechauns?"

"Dean." I warn him but he only continued at my obvious distaste.

"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands." Dean pinches his pointer and thumb to emphasize the size. Naturally, I bit my tongue to refrain from making an insult.

"Look- it just starts with ghosts and ghouls. This sucker keeps on going, by night's end, we are talking every awful thing we've ever seen... everything we fight all in one place." Sam explains while shaking his head.

"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse." Dean finalizes.

"Not if we can help it." I sigh as I get up from my seat to organize the books.

I sat on Sam's bed as we both read through more books. We had sent Dean to keep an eye out at Mrs. Wallace's place fifteen minutes ago.

"So..." I meet Sam's gaze, "we're gonna need to get you fake FBI badges. Dean has started asking questions on why you have one and why you use the same one every time."

"Sam, we went over this when I told you everything after our last case. I don't want to break any more laws... that I can help at least." I close the book I was reading and set it onto my lap.

"Ok, well this is what we do. And if you don't want Dean finding out then I suggest you never use your real badge ever again." I frown at his words and mull over the idea.

"Alright... fine, but if I'm doing this, I'm doing it my way. No classic rock names." I huff as I grab my book and open it to the last page I was on.

"Deal. One more thing."

"What?" I shut my book once more with slight annoyance.

"What was it like... y'know being a profiler?" He wearily glances at me while I avoid his gaze. Biting my lip in thought before answering.

"It- it wasn't far off from this really. I mean, minus the creatures and apocalypse part, it was a more formal version of this. We had a jet that would fly us out to different cases that we got called in for. We stayed in hotels but most hours were spent investigating and interviewing. That's why it wasn't that hard for me to adjust to this life. It's not that different from working cases, just more frequent and no flying." I shrug as I play with the worn pages of the book.

"That's nice to know." He lightly chuckles as he gives me a reassuring smile.

"What?" My brows furrow as I expectantly look at him.

"That in some ways, the hunting life is a more grim version of being an FBI agent." I scoff at his realization.

"Yea, but the relentless impending doom isn't a nice change." I shake my head at the thought.

"Your life hasn't been in danger yet, I mean, it's kind of amazing how you haven't had a near death experience on a case yet." He nudges my shoulder with his.

"Maybe I'm just better at my job than you and Dean." I shrug with a small smile.

"I don't think so. You may be better at solving cases but my brother and I are better at hunting monsters." He wore a confident look that made me want to prove myself.

"I guess there's one way to find out, and I have yet to be tested." He nods at my words before leaving it at that. We both go back to reading and researching.

It's weird to think about how this is my new normal. Reading up on demons and witches. What am I even doing?

This is like ten new shades of fucked up.

Am I considered crazy now?

Of course I miss my old life but have I finally gotten to the point of accepting that I can't go back? I haven't even thought about Michelle in weeks. I just completely disregarded everything as soon as I joined the boys.

"You ok?" Sam quirks a brow as he snaps me out of my daze.

"Huh? Yea, why?" I shake my head as I rest my gaze upon his concerned eyes.

"You've been staring at the same page for five minutes." I have?

"Oh..." I trail off with a frown and close the book, "uh, I'm just gonna shower."

"Ok, I'm gonna call Dean and see if he found anything." I nod with a tightlipped smile and get up from the bed. I gather my things and head into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I guess I took longer than expected because by the time I finished putting on my clothes, I heard the front door open and close. Dean had come back. I exit the bathroom with semi-wet hair and lay down on the bed next to Sam.

"Our apple-bobbing cheerleader?" Sam asks.

"Tracy? The Wallace's babysitter. She told me she'd never even heard of a Luke Wallace." Dean says with an unamused look as he takes his jacket off.

"Huh. Interesting look for a centuries-old witch." Sam smiles.

"Definitely not what I pictured." I frown as I flip my hair up onto the pillow behind me so I wouldn't get my clothes wet.

"Yea, well, if you were a six-hundred year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean amusingly asks as he sits down on his bed. Sam furrows his brows, matching the look on my face.

"I would." The oldest muses as he stares off. Both Sam and I give him a concerned look which only deepens when Dean hums in thought.

"You are one freaky dude." I mutter.

"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging. Apparently, she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers. Got suspended from school." Sam hands Dean his laptop.

My eyebrows furrow in thought as I got up from the bed and moved over to sit by Dean. We both looked at her public information. Her parents were listed but not as emergency contacts.

"Wait let me see that?" I ask before Dean confusedly hands me the laptop.

My fingers fly over the keys as I pull up hidden details. Praise Penelope for teaching me a few tricks.

"She's filed independently," Sam gives a questioning expression while Dean's eyes widen due to lack of understanding, "she doesn't have emergency contacts and she lives by herself. And by the looks of it, her parents have an official address." I pull up a different tab showing the details of the sale.

I find the latest names of those that bought the house. I search both names and find social media accounts for each. Sifting through posts of the Hispanic couple with two young children at the same house that was listed.

"Does Tracy look Hispanic to you?" I ask with amusement as I show both brothers my findings.

"Could be adopted?" Dean suggests while looking through the new tabs.

"By law, it's possible to be accounted for as an independent student while applying for the FAFSA. But getting permission to claim emancipation from a Hispanic family? No chance. Also in her school file she had written down that her parents are in fact her biological parents. She also claims that she is an only child." The two brothers share a look.

"What do you mean 'she claims'?" Sam asks causing my hands to freeze and my eyes to bashfully look up at the boys.

"She tweeted 'only child syndrome is cool' under another tweet that complains about how being an only child causes traits of selfishness. Her response got over a hundred likes." I state, refraining from smiling.

"Tweeted?" Dean asks as he's even more confused.

"A tweet is when someone posts something on a social media platform called Twitter." Sam explains in a rush.

"And how did you learn to do all of this?" Dean's face hardens with suspicion.

"Um, I was the friend that could internet stalk for girls who thought their boyfriends were cheating. It's pretty simple, really." I nervously smile in hopes the excuse was good enough.

Dean was surprised while Sam looked amused more than anything.

"We should probably go talk to the teacher." Sam says as he grabs his laptop from me, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Ok, I'll go change." I nod as I stand up, thankfully my hair has dried by now.

"Oh by the way, Heart, I ironed your blouses this morning." Sam points over to the closet.

"Really? Trophy wife over here couldn't do it?" I ask with a smile, pointing my thumb at Dean.

"Hey, I brought it up but I dropped it as soon as you mentioned the extra work it takes." The oldest mutters in defense.

I roll my eyes as I look through each shirt Sam had ironed. I grabbed a silk navy blue v neck and walked over to my carry on. Sifting through my clothes until I found a pair of black jeans and a matching belt.

"Thanks Sam, I'll change in the bathroom while you boys get dressed out here." I call out as I enter the bathroom before shutting the door and locking it.

"No problem." He returns as I silently change my clothes.

I'm not sure how silent the boys thought they were but motel walls are thin. I heard their aggressive hushed whispers as I stayed closer to the door to hear better.

"Dude, you're making me look bad." Dean grits out.
He does that himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"Heart, she may be nerdy like you but I call dibs."
Nerdy? Dibs? What is even happening?

"Dean, you can't claim her. Weren't you the one that said you refuse to settle down?"
I don't think I ever appreciated being defended by a man until this moment.

"Who said anything about settling down with her, Sammy? I'm still re-hymenated."
Gross.

"Ok well go figure that out with someone else... she isn't like that."
Sam is definitely one of my favorite people... ever.

"What's your problem, man? You like her or something?"
Yea right.

"No... it's just she has made it very obvious that she doesn't like you at all." I smile at Sam's attempts to protect me from his brother.

"Yea, well, she kissed me." I freeze after I finished changing my clothes.
He promised.

"What?" At this point, I was angry and I could hear slight anger in Sam's voice which made me feel slightly sick.

"Back in Colorado with the ghost sickness," he didn't get the chance to continue as I had bursted out of the bathroom. Thankfully, both were fully dressed but didn't have their ties done.

"Winchester, you shut your damn mouth." I speed my way over to Dean who had looked surprised. I shoved him into the wall next to the front door.

"Heart-" he attempts to look apologetic but I knew better.

"No- we had a deal. I tried everything to snap you out of it but it didn't work, you couldn't calm down. It was my last resort. You were having a panic attack. If I didn't do it then you would've died sooner. You promised, you asshole." He let a smirk pull through as I pinned him to the wall, Sam resting a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"You sure about that?"
Ok I'm gonna kill him.

"You wanna act like that? Fine. Sam, I lied about Dean's hallucinations. He was seeing someone in specific." It was low, I can admit that at least, but he pushed me to my limit.

"Heart!" Dean scolds.

"What?" Sam releases his hold on me. I keep my arm pressed tightly against Dean's chest as I look over to my right at Sam who wore a pained expression.

"The deal was we would never speak of what went down while you were out with Bobby trying to cure Dean. And this son of a bitch couldn't keep his loose lips shut, so I don't care anymore."

"Get off of me!" Dean shoves me off of him. I scoff at his behavior.

"Dean." Sam scolds as he moves over behind me.

"What? You're on her side?" He asks exasperatedly while pointing at me.

"You shared something that she only did to try and stall your heart from giving out." Thank god he understood.

"Exactly." I angrily mutter.

"And you,"
me- what,
"you lied to me about what Dean saw."
My jaw drops as I turn to Sam.

"It wasn't my place to share, I don't even know what he saw." I quickly defend myself.

"Look, let's just finish this case and we can talk about this later." Sam sighs as he starts messily tying his tie. I huff as I gently slap his hands away and help him.

I glare at Dean who was already returning the favor as he was tying his own. His tie didn't look proper as his anger consumed him. I huff as I move over to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks with hatred lining his words.

"You both can't do this right when you're frustrated." I mumble as I grab his tie and start fixing it. Sam walks over to the table and grabs the keys to the car, walking out wordlessly.

"He's gonna be on my ass about what I saw." Dean mumbles as he watches me.

"You should've thought about that before you broke our agreement." I shake my head in dissatisfaction.

"I think he's got a little crush on you."

"What? You jealous?" I quirk a brow at him before refocusing on the task at hand. He doesn't say anything in response.

"By the way," I tighten the tie to the point where it's borderline choking him, "you do anything like that again, Winchester, and I will put a bullet through your skull." I seethe as I yanked his tie 'til he was closer to my face. I needed him to see the truth in my eyes.

I release him as he slightly chokes, glaring as he loosens it around his neck. I grab the motel key and shove it into my back pocket as he trails behind me. I grab my heels before the door, exiting soon after.

We were all in a bad mood after that. It was undeniable as the only thing that filled the silence after getting into the car was Dean's music. I put my heels on while sitting in the middle of the backseat.

It felt almost impossible for Sam to like me. I saw him as my best friend, not considering the fact that he is one of the two people I consistently talk to lately. I mean, I hold a lot of love for the BAU team but they never understood me on such a deep level like Sam does.

It almost saddens me to admit that. I had known the team for years and I've known Sam for a little over a month. We clicked instantly and confided within each other, whereas with the team it took some time to open up. After the last case, I told Sam pretty much everything.

He's the only person that knows everything major that has happened in my life. The team knows nothing about hunting, they had learned about my mental issues right before I got sent away. I don't think anyone has ever really known me until Sam.

I couldn't see him in that way because I couldn't risk losing him.

I'd die for Sam, but I'm not able to feel things for him. I'm glad that he said no when Dean asked.

The car parks and Dean was the first to leave. As soon as Sam and I got out, he locks Baby and walks a few feet ahead of us.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me?" I ask as I walk alongside Sam. He sighs before returning my gaze.

"I understand why you did it. I also can't really stay mad at you so I forgive you." He smiles down at me which I return.

"Thanks for defending me to your jackass brother as well." I lightly laugh while he offers me a hand to step up onto the curb at the entrance of the school.

"Anytime." He mutters with amusement.

I release his hand as he holds the door open for me. I mutter my gratitude before finding the front office.

Sam leads the conversation with the front desk lady. She tells him which room the teacher is in and we set off in the direction she told Sam. The tension between all of us dispersed by now as Dean was first to enter the classroom.

He stops and stares at the creepy masks. I eye at them as well in slight disgust.

Sam follows me with a sigh.

"Bring back memories?" He moves behind Dean who turns to face him.

"What do you mean?" The oldest mutters. Sam looks around the room a bit before answering.

"Being a teenager, all that angst."

"Oh."

"Not really." My words falling on deaf ears as I grimace at the masks.

"What did you think I meant?" Sam chuckles in amusement.

"Nothing." Dean plays it off before giving his brother a smile. His gaze falls onto a kid who was trying to fit a clay bong into a kiln.

"Now, that brings back memories." He states with a smirk.

"Dude- I need a bigger kiln." The teenage boy realizes which causes the three of us to smile amusingly.

"You agents wanted to talk to me?" The male teacher calls out as he enters the classroom holding a heavy box. We all whip around to look at him.

"Mr. Harding." I address formerly.

"Oh, please, Don." He corrects with a smile as he shakes my hand. I soon grimace once more as I watch him shake the two boys hands after me.

"Okay, Don." Sam says.

"Even my students call me Don."

"Yea, we get it, Don." Dean says with a smile at the teacher passes between us.

"I'm Agent Weinrib, this is Agent Geddy and Agent Lee. We just had a few questions about Tracy Davis." We didn't have time to get me a new badge so I used mine; knowing the teacher was too rushed to inspect each badge.

I huff at the fact that each of our names combined was a reference to the band, Rush.

"Uh, yea, Tracy. Uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended." He frowns as we put our badges down.

"You two had a violent altercation?" I ask with concern causing him to slightly scoff.

"Yea, she exploded. Uh, if Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out."

"Why?" Sam asks in surprise.

"You know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing." He shrugs.

"More disturbing than- than, uh, those guys?" Dean gestures to the masks. For once, I can agree with Dean about something today. Don smiles with a scoff at the question.

"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings," he sighs before explaining more, "detailed images of killings, gory, primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them, participating."

"Symbols? What kind of symbols? Um, anything like this?" Sam asks as he shows the teacher the coin in a plastic bag. Don inspects the coin with an unnerving look.

"Yea, yea, I think that might have been one of them." I watch his eyes as he starts to avoid our gaze while he responds.

"You know where Tracy is now?" Dean asks.

"I would imagine her apartment."
Why would he know she lives at an apartment.

"Her apartment?" Dean confirms.

"Yea, she got here about a year ago alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." He quips.

It's reasonable for him to know that she became independent but his behavior made me question him heavily.

"Thank you for your time." I smile before giving both boys a look.

Dean pulls up as Sam and I walk to his car in the parking lot of the motel.

"So?" Dean asks as he exits Baby.

"Tracy was nowhere we could find." Sam answers.

"Any luck with her friends?" I ask Dean as he shuts the car door.

"Well, luck is not our style. Friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch hopped a broomstick." Dean unamusingly quips as we regroup and start walking to our room.

"She could be making the third sacrifice any time soon." I mutter as I watch a kid in an astronaut costume walk our way.

"Yes, thank you, sweetheart." I roll my eyes as we stop in front of the kid.

"Trick or treat." The kid holds up his orange bucket in our direction.

"This is a motel." Dean points.

"So?" The boy throws attitude his way.

"So we don't have any candy." Dean shakes his head.

"No, we have a ton in the, uh-" Sam tries to offer.

"We did, but it's gone." Dean cuts his brother off while giving Sam a stern look. Sam wore disbelief at the realization that Dean ate it all.

"Sorry, kid, but we can't help you." Dean leans down to the kid with an amused look.

"I want candy." The kid didn't take the hint.

"Well, I think you've had enough." Dean looks down at him while my jaw slightly drops. The kid funnily squints at him causing him to back away with concern. Sam and I walk off with an amused smile.

I get to the right door and pull the key from my pocket, handing it to Sam so he can unlock it while I check my phone. I look up as Sam opens the door.

"Who are you?!" Sam calls out as he grabs his gun and points it. I really need my own gun.

"Sam, Sam, wait!" Dean yells as he rushes into the room past Sam and I. "It's Castiel... the angel." He pushes Sam's gun down as Sam and I stood there in shock.

"And him?" I ask as I look between the baldheaded man that stares out the window and the dark haired man in a trench coat.

"Him, I don't know." Dean says confusedly. Castiel begins to walk up to Sam, face void of any emotion.

"Hello, Sam." Monotone voice following the blank expression.

"Oh my god. Er, uh, I didn't mean to- sorry. It's an honor. Really, I- I've heard a lot about you." Sam awestruck as he offers Castiel a hand to shake. Dean closes the door as Castiel waits a moment, staring at the outstretched hand before taking it with a half smile.

"And I, you. Sam Winchester-- the boy with the demon blood. Glad to hear you've ceased your extracurricular activities." He wraps his other hand on top of Sam's as I frown at the choice of wording.

"Let's keep it that way." The nameless man mutters.

I can't believe this is happening. I am in a room with a known angel. What the fuck.

Castiel releases Sam's hand. He turns to me with a blank expression but I couldn't fight the genuine smile that spread amongst my lips.

"Who are you?" He blankly asks.

"I'm Heart, nice to meet you, Castiel." Despite the tendency to skip handshakes, I reach my own hand out awaiting for one. He takes my hand quicker than he did with Sam.

"No, you're no-" His brows furrow but Dean interrupts.

"Ok chuckles, who's your friend?" Dean keeps his eyes on the man by the window. I release Castiel's hand before sharing a look with Sam.

"This raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Castiel rushes out with a sense of urgency and severity.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Dean, have you located the witch?" The angel turns to the older brother.

"Yes, we've located the witch."

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but-" Sam tries to answer but Dean cuts him off.

"We know who it is."

"Apparently, the witch knows who you are, too." Castiel walks over to a hex bag on the bedside table.

"Oh, that's lovely." I sarcastically mutter under my breath.

"This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?" The brothers and I share a look before our gaze falls back on the angel.

"We're working on it." Dean says.

"That's unfortunate." Angels are weird.

"What do you care?" Dean asks.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the sixty-six seals."

"So this is about your buddy Lucifer."

I rack my brain trying to find the correlation. If all the seals break does Lucifer break loose? This begins to hurt my head as my mind tries to wrap around the idea of the apocalypse thing being true. I know this was already, mostly, explained to me but the weight of it starts sinking in.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours." My eyes snap to the man by the window who has yet to be named or even turned around.

"It's just an expression." Dean pensively explains.

"Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." Castiel speaks seriously as he walks back in front of the three of us.

"Okay, great. Well, now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is? We'll gank her, and everybody goes home."

"We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful. She's cloaked, even to our methods."

"Okay, well, we already know who she is. So if we work together-" Sam attempts but the bald man cuts him off.

"Enough of this." The man slowly turns around.

"Who are you, and why should I care?" Dean angrily raises his tone slightly.

"This is Uriel. He's what you might call... a specialist." Castiel answers instead.

"What kind of a specialist?" I ask wearily but neither men answer.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asks.

"You- all of you, you need to leave this town immediately." Castiel looks between us three as we stare back confusedly.

"Why?" I ask as I cross my arms over myself.

"Because we're about to destroy it."

The three of us share concerned looks.

"So this is your plan- you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?" Dean asks as he outstretches his arms. My eyebrows raise in surprise, they still smite places?

"We're out of time. This witch has to die. The seal must be saved." I scoff at the thought.

"There are a thousand people here." Sam states in disbelief.

"One-thousand two-hundred fourteen." Uriel corrects.

"And you're willing to kill them all?" I try to confirm in shock.

"This isn't the first time I've... purified a city."

"Look, I understand this is regrettable." Castiel attempts to validate.

"Regrettable?" Dean and I angrily ask.

"We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already."

"So you screwed the pooch on some seals, and now this town has to pay the price?" Dean asks.

"It's the lives of one-thousand against the lives of six-billion. There's a bigger picture here."

"Right... 'cause, uh, you're bigger-picture kind of guys." He sarcastically says.

"Lucifer cannot rise. He does, and Hell rises with him. Is that something you're willing to risk?" Castiel steps closer to Dean.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken, and no one has to die." Sam rushes.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel states earning another scoff from me.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders." Castiel turns away from us.

"No, you can't do this. You- you're angels. I mean, aren't you supposed to- you're supposed to show mercy." Sam says with desperation.

"Says who?" Uriel mocks.

"We have no choice." Castiel sternly states.

"Of course you have a choice." I reject his words.

"I mean, come on, what, you've never- never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?" Dean irritably tests.

"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith the plan is just."

"How could you even say that?" Sam looks just as hurt as I am.

"Because it comes from Heaven. That makes it just." Castiel turns to look at Sam.

"It must be nice," Dean pauses as Castiel's eyes now rests on him, "to be so sure of yourselves."

"Tell me something, Dean. When your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" I watch Dean as his physical behavior detaches from the conversation.

That must've been a soft spot.

"Sorry, boys, it looks like the plans have changed."

"You think you can stop us?" Uriel almost amusingly asks.

What a dick.

"No. But if you're gonna smite this whole town... then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we are not leaving." Dean shook his head before walking up to Uriel.

Um... who's we? Don't get me wrong, I'm siding with the Winchesters but I'm not so sure about finding out what it's like to get smote.

"See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. You want to waste me? Go ahead. See how he digs that."

"I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel shakes his head in slight anger.

"Yea, but you'll have to kill me. Then we're back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch? Sounds to me like you're compensating for something. We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning."

"Castiel, I will not let these-"

"Enough." Castiel raises a hand to stop Uriel from throwing a tantrum. "I suggest you move quickly."

We walk up to, sadly, egged Baby. Sam and I quickly get into the car while Dean inspects the damages with a deflated composure.

"Astronaut!" Dean yells out despite the kid being long gone. He gets into the car and notices Sam's defeated mood.

"What?"

"Nothing." Sam mutters as he shakes his head in dismissal. He plays with the hex bag before sighing and looking up.

"I thought they'd be different."

"Who? The angels?"

"Yea." He whispers.

"Me too." I rest a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Well, I tried to tell you."

"I just- I mean, I thought they'd be righteous." Sam shrugs with disappointment written on his worry lines.

"I thought they would be more caring." I add with a frown.

"Well, they are righteous and caring. I mean, that's kind of the problem. Of course, there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission." Dean's humor slightly decreases my failed expectations.

"But, I mean, this is God and Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?" My heart aches as I look at Sam, he clearly has deeper reasons to be upset.

"Look, man, I know you're into the whole God thing... and Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there's a couple of bad apples, doesn't mean the whole barrel is rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don't give up on the stuff is all I'm saying. Babe Ruth was a dick, but baseball's still a beautiful game." I smile at Dean's analogies, building more hope for Sam.

"Well, are you gonna find this witch?" I squeeze Sam's shoulder.

"Or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean starts the car while I give him a look through the mirror.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?" Sam inspects the bone closely.

"Around seven-hundred fifty to nine-hundred thirty degrees. But the baby bone, I'm sure it takes up a fourth of that due to size and density difference." I answer immediately as my brows furrow. Both boys look back at me, questioning how the hell I know such a thing.

"Really?" Dean asks.

"You have nerdy friends who rant about nerdy things, you learn something. Anyways, that leads me to my suspicion of Don.
His behavior presented hesitancy and an avoidant attachment. He was invested enough to direct us to Tracy, but anytime you boys asked a question... he avoided our gaze as he gave an answer. He's hiding something. And pottery kilns can reach up to two-thousand degrees or so. You can't just use a kitchen oven, stove, or microwave to do that." I explain as I gesture to the burnt bone.

"Ok, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?" Dean asks as Sam smiles at me.

"It means we make a stop." The youngest mutters with a proud expression.

"I think Don was letting Tracy use the kiln." I mutter as we head to the school.

I wrap my zip up jacket around me tighter as we make it to our destination, the air had gotten colder as the day went on.

Exiting Baby, I look at both boys who were determined to not let this town die. The realization that something may go down tonight hits me.

If I die tonight, I'm suing the damn witch.

I follow the boys back into the school, and into the classroom. Oddly enough, it felt wrong to be here without permission and without our FBI attire.

Quickly, I made my way over to a couple kilns. Opening and closing them to find any more baby hand bones.

"So, Tracy used the kiln to char the bone? What's the big deal?" Dean walks around as he eyes the different works of art.

"Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room. Not after we talked to Tracy..." Sam alludes as he looks through Don's desk.

"After we talked to the teacher." Dean finishes the shared realization.

"Hey." Sam calls out for both Dean and I.
I lower one of the kiln lids and walk over to Sam. Dean was on the other side right behind him. I lower my gaze to find a lock on one of the cabinets.

Sam gets up and looks over at a hammer, picking it up and ready to swing.

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy there, buddy. Put that thing down." I take my mini backpack off and unzip the front pocket. Grabbing two bobby pins and giving them to Sam instead.

"What? You afraid of using force?" Dean asks me as he gives me a teasing look.

"We are not breaking school property. They'd also find out we were onto them if the lock is broken. Aren't you boys glad to have a woman around?" I crouch down alongside Sam as he smiles at me. His gaze falls back on the hair pins as he confusedly tries to situate them.

"How do you-"

"Just give me that." I grab the pins and contort them into lock picks. Grabbing the lock gently as I focus shoving the two pins into the keyhole.

"You know how to pick a lock?" Sam gives me a dumbfounded face as he knows that I'm a real FBI agent.

"I wasn't always on the right side of the law, Sammy." I smile at him as we heard a slight click. I pull the pins out and twist off the lock. Gesturing a hand to the cabinet with a proud look.

He pulls the handle back, sliding the box out to show a clay bowl holding different bones. I frown at the sight, it wasn't just baby hands.

"Oh my god, those are all from children." Sam backs away, standing up in disbelief.

"I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Dean has his hands on his hips, disgusted by our findings.

"Scooby would never approve of this." I sigh as I grab a plastic baggie on the top of the desk, emptying out the contents of paperclips.

"What are you doing?" Dean gives me a worried look.

"I'm stealing the witch's toys. No bone, no sacrifice." I shrug as I grab the bowl and try my best to dump the bones into the bag without touching them.

"He probably keeps more, sweetheart." Dean says after sharing a look with Sam.

"You never know." I mutter as I place the bowl back into its rightful spot. Closing the cabinet as I reach for the lock, twisting and locking it. I zip up the bag and place it into my backpack as well as the bobby pins.

We silently enter Don's house. I point down the stairs as light seeps through. I let the boys lead as they were the only ones armed.

I asked Bobby to design a personal one for me back in Colorado when I formally met him. At first he was hesitant to agree but I convinced him. But in situations like these, I wish the old man was faster.

Don chants loudly in Latin which covers the sound of the creaky steps holding the pressure of the boys' weight.

The two raise their guns as they spot Don holding up a knife, ready to stab a tied up Tracy. They each get a few shots in which causes the teacher to drop. I quickly move over to untie Tracy.

Despite the bad feeling I was getting. By the time I realized it was too easy, Tracy was released.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me. Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him... how sloppy his incantation was? My brother always was a little dim." The boys tried to pull their guns out but she quickly blasted us back.

The bitch lied even on twitter? Shame.

I slid across the floor, groaning in pain as I felt a churning burn in my chest. I hate witches.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice. His idea. But now, that honor goes to him. Our master's returned. This spellwork's a two-man job, you understand? So for six-hundred years, I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing- unbearable. Whole time I wanted to rip his face off." She grabs the knife, applying pressure to the gunshot wounds so his blood would gush out into the chalice.

"And... you get him with a gun. Oh, I love that. You know back in the day, this was the one night you kept your children inside. Well, tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is." I stopped listening as she chanted after putting the chalice down at the alter.

I grunt as the pain courses through my body.

"I hate being right sometimes." I breathe out as I look at the two boys who were anything if not in more pain than I am.

Sam strains as he pulls himself closer to Don. Placing a flat hand into the pool of blood before smearing it onto his face. I grimace in pain and disgust at the sight.

"What— what are you doing?" Dean asks breathlessly in a whisper.

"Just follow my lead." Sam says as he reaches to coat Dean's face in blood. I crawl over in between them despite my body yelling at me to stop moving.

Sam rolls over in pain as he finishes and Dean quickly dips his hand into the thick red liquid. Rushing to cover my face with the blood.

"Thanks, buddy." I groan as another surge of burning pain pulses though me.

The ground starts to crack before Don as black smoke rises through it.

That's new for me.

The smoke overflows like a volcano while Tracy stops her chants.

I watch in horror as the black entity swarms the ceiling before shooting down into Don's mouth. Immediately, Don's body stands up and I catch a glimpse of his white eyes. I rest my head down, following Sam's lead of playing dead.

I hear Samhain walk over to Tracy, they share a kiss which is awfully weird as the body he is using is her brother.

"My love." Tracy addresses him.

"You've aged." Samhain gruffly speaks.

"This face... I can't fool you."

"Your beauty is beyond time." I flinch as I hear bones crack before hearing a body thud onto the floor.

"Whore."

I slowly reach my hands out, desperate to hold onto something or someone.

I'm scared.

I grip Sam's forearm and Dean's bicep, letting my breathing slow to an alarming rest. I'm trained to do this. I'm an expert at slowing my heart rate down.

This is only different because a very old and mean demon is present.

I feel my chest temporarily not move, my hands only resting on the boys now. I hear the footsteps get louder before us. Samhain stops for a moment, he then steps over my outstretched right arm. Leaving the basement leisurely as the darkness followed him.

I could still faintly hear but my body was limp. Unmoving as I rested with death looming over my head; thoughts of dying as the idea of Samhain engraved into my skull. Was I ready for this?

"What the hell was that?"

"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot."

"You gave it a shot?"

Sam sends him a small smile before groaning slightly as he got up.

"Heart?" Panic set into both boys as they called for me. My hands fell off of them as they moved.

"Princess, he's gone you can get up. Hunter?" Dean quickly shook me. Pulling me back into reality. I shot up with a gasp and widened eyes.

Panting as they looked at me incredulously.

"What happened?" Sam rests a hand on my back as Dean kept both hands on my shoulders.

"Bad time, to tell you both that I know how to slow my heart down 'til I'm believed to be dead?" I choke out before swallowing thickly.

"That is awesome, and great to know, but would've appreciated a little heads up." Dean chuckles in amazement as Sam shakes his head with a smile.

"Yea, right, we gotta go now. The seal has already been broken and we gotta stop Samhain from raising things and taking names. Uriel and Castiel are gonna kill us." The boys help me up and I start to feel the blood rushing through me normally.

I walk over to the alter and grab spare cloths. I toss one to each of them before taking my own and following them out of the house. I wipe the blood off my face with a disheartened sigh. Why is this my new normal?

We make it outside as the boys try their best to clean their faces.

"How are we gonna find this mook?"

"Where would you go to raise all the dark forces of the night?" Sam rounds the front of Baby as Dean and I stop at our preferred doors.

"The cemetery." I respond as I open the door.

"Yea." Sam agrees as we file into the car.

Dean speeds off as soon as we got in, the drive over was pretty silent despite Baby's purr.

"So this demon's pretty powerful." I wearily state as I looked between the Winchesters.

"Yea." Dean quickly agrees but keeps his eyes trained on the road.

"Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam mutters as he holds eye contact with his brother.

"Sam, no. You're not using your psychic- whatever."

"But-"

"Don't even think about it. Ruby's knife is enough."

"Why?" I cut in.

"Because the angel said so, for one."

"I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics." Sam frustratingly tries to reason.

"Well, they happen to be right about this one."

"I don't know, Dean. It doesn't seem like they're right about much."

"Look, forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, these powers- it's like playing with fire... please." Dean holds up the demon killing blade to Sam.

"Dean." I start but I don't even know what to say. Of course, I don't want Sam using his powers given by Yellow Eyes but Sam had good intentions.

It wasn't right to treat him like a kid and hypocritically agree with the angels only when they say something he likes.

Dean ignores me as Sam reluctantly takes the knife. I shake my head, scorning Dean as my hatred bubbled up.

We heard screams as we raced down the steps to help. I held onto Sam's gun as he had the knife instead. The teens banged on the locked gate, the walls rumbling alongside them.

"Help them." Sam orders.

"Dude, you're not going off alone." Dean scolds as he watches Sam's worried glances to the kids.

"Do it." Sam yells back.

"I'll go with you." Sam begrudgingly nods before we race off to find Samhain.

Sam and I find hallways to look through, not once did we leave each other's side. I halt in my steps as I was the first to spot Samhain. Sam follows my gaze, putting on a brave face before walking over to the demon.

I stay back and out of sight, clutching the gun tightly awaiting to aide Sam.

I hear a sound as a bright light illuminates the area. I see Sam's silhouette standing tall as he keeps walking. Earning a small and proud smile to reach my lips.

"Yea, that demon ray gun stuff... doesn't work on me."

I soon hear a fight break out. Swift punches thrown back and forth between them. I move over and raise my gun but I couldn't get a clear shot due to Sam being in line with the demon. As Sam was being choked out, he pulls his blade out but Samhain blocks it. Earning a burn on his forearm.

The demon moves slightly to the left. I know this gun won't do much but I needed him off of Sam, so I shot at his left shoulder. Stunning him enough for Sam to have breathing room. It didn't take long before the demon threw Sam across the room. I ran over to help, grabbing his arms and pulling him up.

Samhain locked his white eyes on me and was ready to charge.

Oh shit.

Before he can even take a step closer, Sam stretches his hand out. Staring menacingly at Samhain who starts to grunt. For a moment it seemed like they were mentally battling, tensing as one tried to step closer and the other was using all his might to keep him away.

The dark smoke started to spill out of the bullet wounds. I watch in shock 'til I spot Dean at the end of the hallway. His mouth agape at the sight.

Sam clutches his head as bloods starts oozing from his nose. The black smoke leaves Don's body causing him to drop and the smoke to burn into the ground.

Sam inhales sharply, panting at the effort. I place a hand on his arm, steadying him. Dean looked absolutely freaked but I wouldn't let Sam dwell on it. I pull a tissue out of my pocket and stand in front of him, wordlessly wiping the blood off of him.

He looks down at me, I knew he was afraid of what I may think about it. But he protected me, and tried his best. So I offer him a genuine smile. He couldn't bring himself to give me one back but I can tell he appreciated my efforts as he places his hand over mine.

"I'm ok, you're ok. It's over." I affirm as I plaster the best smile I can send him.

He nods slowly, squeezing my hand in gratitude.

Dean and I watched the kids play on the playground at a nearby park. Sam wanted some time to himself to pack so I offered to go with Dean to think.

"You know if we weren't sitting together, I bet you some of these parents would think you'd be a bit sketchy." I try my best to joke after the long silence between us. But he didn't respond or react at all. Just watched with a blank face.

"You think it was okay to let Sam do that?" He finally spoke up causing me to turn to my left and face him. I mulled his words over for a bit, attempting to gather the right thing to say.

"I think... that Sam is an adult who makes his own decisions. And last night he decided to save my life, his own... yours, and everyone else in this town. Don't get me wrong, I don't want him using these powers as much as you do. But we were caught in a pinch. If it weren't for him... I'd probably be dead. Not like you'd mind that anyways." He lightly laughs at the end as he absorbs my words.

"Dean, I don't have a family. A place to run back to, hell, I'm not so sure if I even had a place to call my "home" but I'd lay my life down for you boys.
I know we have our issues, and I know I'd still try to protect you. Like how Sam protected me. Sam is my best friend... and he protected me by pulling his hail mary card. If you were in his shoes and Sam was gonna die if you didn't do it, would you?"
Dean finally returns my gaze, we lock eyes as a wordless agreement coats us. I look away as there was nothing more for me to say or add on to. And I knew Dean had nothing to say either.

I watch as a little girl runs a few feet in front of us, breathlessly looking at the playground as she tries her hardest to tie her hair up. Huffing because she couldn't get it right.

I stand up and walk over to her, tapping her shoulder slightly. She turns with a curious look as I crouch down to become eye level with her.

"Hey, sweetie, you need some help?" She nods with a toothy grin before handing me her hair tie. I stand up to get a better angle.

"Let's move this way so the sun isn't in your eyes. May I touch your hair?" I ask permission before putting my hands on her. She giggles as we spin around so our backs were to the sun before giving me the 'yes' I needed to start.

I collect all the strands of her hair, pulling it up gently as I catch Dean's eyes on us.

"Wanna wave to my friend over there? He's pretty funny." She smiles at Dean sending him a wave which he returns.

"You're right, sure is funny looking." I laugh at her words, fully shocked that she said such a thing.

"I know right." I wrap the black hair tie around her gorgeous curly brunette hair.

"Can you help me with the monkey bars?"
She turns to me with a smile as her hand mindlessly reaches up to touch her new hair-do.

"Where's your parents, honey?" She points to a lady who was on the phone holding a newborn boy.

"That's my mommy with my brother."

"Ok let's go ask permission first, alright?" She takes my hand and pulls me over. I look over to Dean with wide eyes but he was with Castiel talking.

"Mommy, I made a friend." The girl skips over.

The woman with blue eyes ends her phone call just as we walk up to her.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother but you're daughter asked me to help her with the monkey bars. I just wanted to make sure that's ok with you. I'm Heart, by the way." The woman extends her hand with a hesitant smile.

"I'm Juliet, are you here with your kid?" I look over at Dean, trying to think of a lie that wouldn't make me look like a creep.

"Technically, I mean, I'm pregnant and my husband likes to come here in the morning sometimes to get used to a schedule we see fit for future reference." I point at Dean.

"Oh, congratulations. Yea go on ahead, if anything you're helping me out on making sure she safely has fun and I'm helping you get experience." Juliet laughs as she feeds her son.

"Exactly, I'm just glad I can help." I feel the little girl pull on my hand.

"Thank you for asking and checking in." The mom gratefully smiles at me.

"Of course." I then let her daughter drag me to the monkey bars.

"So, what's your name?" I lift her up to the first bar as she giggles once again.

"Lenora- my daddy named me after his mommy. He says she lives in a better place. I don't know what that means but I think he means Hawaii." I laugh with a nod as I hold her up and walk forward as she takes each bar.

"How old are you?" I ask as we almost make it through the ten rails.

"I turned seven yesterday." She smiles as she finishes the course.

"Well happy late birthday. Good job by the way, I'm sure in no time you'll be able to do it all by yourself." My praise causes her to smile as I set her down.

"Thanks- why is your name Heart?" I tense up slightly as I'm reminded of the horrific details.

"Uh, my mom just really liked the name." I take her hand and walk back over to her mom.

"It was really nice to meet you, Juliet and Lenora, but I have to leave now." I shake Juliet's hand.

"That's a shame, I hope to see you around again soon." I give her a disheartened smile and a nod, knowing I won't.

"Thank you for helping me." Lenora squeezes my hand.

"No problem." I let go and turn to walk back to Dean who was now by himself but watching the encounter.

"Wait- I want you to have this. I made it yesterday with the present my mom got me." I look down at her outstretched hands that held a pink and baby blue beaded bracelet.

"Thank you." I smile at the girl.

"Look, it even has a heart just like your name." She picks up the middle piece which was a purple heart.

"It's beautiful, thank you so much." I crouch down and let her put it on my left wrist.

She beams at my obvious admiration. Before I could stand back up, she runs into me with a tight hug. My chest swells with joy but soon dissipates at the fact that I will never have a family.

Kids, a husband, a house... it was not included in the hunting life.

I let go and wave to her mom as I stand up. I walk back over to Dean who remained silent as he watched me.

A sour feeling resolves in me as I think back to my time babysitting JJ's kids with Spencer.

I almost had it and even then... how could I not have wanted it? Before I felt undeserving and now, now it was out of my reach.

"We should head back." I mutter and Dean nods.

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