As soon as Sam was stable, Castiel took us back.

This time, we were prepared.

It was a bloodbath.

I tore out a heart, which bizarrely, felt like just one of three. The man stumbled backward, grasping at his chest before looking up at me triumphantly.

"Bitch. You can't kill me." He pulled a fucking knife out of nowhere. "I have two others." So I wasn't crazy.

"Babe, I'd worry about the gaping hole in your chest." I shook off my hand. "Unless you've got a way to fix it."

"My father will. I'm sure yours will be a good replacement."

"Sorry to disappoint, princess, that won't be happening."

A crocodile grin stretched over his face. "I think I'll have some fun with you once I've won, perhaps I'll even keep you as a pet before harvesting your organs."

"And I'm going to enjoy tearing out your throat."

I ran at him, using his thigh as a boost. I think I saw it in a movie once. Using his own momentum, I grabbed his head, flipping him over my shoulder.

He landed on his back with a satisfying thud. The man groaned.

"Wish I could say the world would miss you..." I stomped down on his skull. It was actually kind of shocking how fragile it was, considering what it was supposed to protect.

He died with a scream, ruining my shoes with his brains.

Fucker.

My steps squelched as I moved down the hall. "Oh Stynes." I sang. Maybe it was a tad psychotic, but I was practically skipping. I hadn't really gotten my hands dirty for a while. Unless it was in defense of my children. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Even this was revenge for both kidnapping me and hurting Sam.

Did I just like killing?

Was it Klaus and Kol rubbing off on me?

Dean rounded the corner, his own knife raised, though when he saw me, it lowered. "I think we've almost got all of those dickbags." He was covered in blood. I imagined I looked much the same.

"Tall, blonde, and ugly just fell down the hall." I jerked a thumb behind me. "Have you seen Monroe?"

"Not yet." Dean shifted his grip, wiping at his face with his sleeve. It didn't help much.

"Shall we then?"

He nodded.

We stuck close to the wall, creeping through the halls. It'd be so much easier if we'd chosen to do this in the dark. We could've used the shadows to our advantage. Broad daylight streamed in through the windows.

It would have been pretty had the house not belonged to a bunch of crazy people.

They were clearly wealthy, expensive paintings and furniture decorated the walls, and rich rugs covered their floors. It all screamed lavish and it was almost a shame that we decorated it all with this family's blood.

Almost.

Hard to feel bad for the people who harvested innocents.

"You seem right at home." Dean muttered as he stopped to check around another corner.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"With the company you keep..."

"Is there something you'd like to get off your chest, Winchester?" I stopped, setting my hands on my hips. "As for the other comment, I could say the same thing about you, covered in blood."

Dean held up a hand. "I'm just saying, maybe you take those kids and get the hell away from Klaus."

"It's a lot more-"

"Complicated? Yeah, yeah, I get it." He rolled his eyes.

"No, I mean, even if I tried, now that Klaus and I exchanged marks, we physically cannot be separate from each other for very long. As in, I've been away from him for barely twenty four hours and I can feel it in my bones, begging me to get back." Living in the bayou had not been fun. "Unless he dies I won't be able to truly leave, ever." Which didn't negate the fact that I still wanted my kids to have a relationship with their father. "We are linked. That's why I wanted Monroe to kiss me. It'd make our marks burn and since Klaus and I are in a relatively good spot, he'd know something was wrong."

Dean paused. "What?" His brow furrowed.

I pulled the collar of my shirt... well, Dean's shirt to the side. "As in there's physically a bite mark."

He reached out, brushing his fingers against it. "He did that to you?"

"Yes." I pushed his hand away gently. "It's part of the process when a wolf gets married. He has mine too."

His reply was stopped by a noise down the hall. He pressed against the wall, an arm going across my waist protectively. "Wouldn't be surprised if a place like this was up to its ears in unhappy spirits."

"You think it's haunted?"

"Possibly. Unless they properly salt and burn the remains."

"I'd be down to set this place on fire as soon as we're done."

"Especially if we don't want others snooping around." Dean nodded, finally deeming it safe enough to continue.

We found the operating room, where Monroe stood, carving up some poor civilian.

"You want to do the honors?" I asked, eyeing the other man in the room who stood, watching.

"Ladies first."

I rushed toward the other man.