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𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰?

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Delaney sat at a table in the local diner while Sam ate his breakfast at the table and Dean was off behind Delaney somewhere. More than likely trying to get the jukebox to work as she could heard him press buttons and mumble incoherently underneath his breath. It mingled with her rapid typing on Sam's laptop, trying to search up the case that Bobby had called her about a few minutes prior.

"Hey, Bobby found something in Wyoming," Delaney announced as soon as Dean came back to the table to finish his breakfast sandwich. Judging by his sour face and the fact the only noise that remained was the small chatter of other patrons in the small diner, Delaney wanted to assume he couldn't get the jukebox to work. "Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half."

Dean took a massive bite out of his sandwich and scrunched up his face in confusion as he chewed on the food in his mouth. "And that's supposed to be weird?"

"Well, it's how they're not dying. One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of Hospice, another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch," Delaney clarified further and pulled up the article that Bobby had mentioned when he had called her. "Police say that Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a 9mm."

Sam froze with his coffee mug halfway to his mouth and he stared at Delaney for a long moment as if waiting for her to say SIKE! "And he's not a walking doughnut?"

Delaney shrugged lamely since she didn't even know how any of that was possible. If the guy was shot from a close distance and directly into the heart, there is no way that the man should have lived. He would have died instantly if that were the case and, yet, this guy is walking around like he hadn't been shot in the first place. "Locals are saying it's a miracle. It has to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals like Dad and Dean did or something."

Dean's chewing slowed a bit as his face dropped in a calculating kind of gaze. His mind raced visibly on his face as he tried to work through all the possibilities. "You think?"

"What else would it be?"

"I don't know."

Delaney chewed on the inside of her lip, her mind racing on what to do. They hadn't been on a hunt since the Siren fiasco and Delaney was itching to get out on another one. It would certainly kill the still tense air that hung heavily over the three siblings like a dark cloud. Dean no doubt still feeling hurt over what had been said no thanks to the Siren. Not like Delaney even meant a word of what she'd said to the boys . . . right? "Take it to go, Dean. We're going. Come on."

Dean and Sam sat where they were with Sam's empty plate still in front of him with his half filled coffee mug. Dean still had half a sandwich left and continued to chew on the piece that was in his mouth when Delaney stood up with Sam's laptop in her arms, not saying a sound.

"What?" Delaney asked, noticing the way that both of the boys hesitated to get up.

Dean swallowed the last of the food that was in his mouth as his green eyes bored into his baby sister. Before he even opened his mouth, Delaney already knew a sarcastic remark was going to make its way out of her eldest brother's mouth. "Sure you want us going with you, Della? Won't we just . . . I don't know . . . hold you back?"

Delaney huffed and slapped her hand to her side in frustration as she shot Dean an exasperated look. One glance to Sam and it was clear that he had the same thoughts that Dean had, but was just nice enough to not voice them out loud like Dean had. No doubt the argument still weighed heavily on the boys no matter how many times Delaney told them none of what she said meant anything and neither did what the boys had said. It was all a spell and nothing more than that.

"Dean, seriously? I've told you, like, a hundred times that none of that meant anything. Can we just get past this already?" Delaney huffed.

Dean sucked on his teeth and dropped his sandwich unceremoniously onto his plate, dusting off his hands of the tiny crumbs that stuck to them from the sandwich. "Yeah, we're past it."

They were definitely not past it.

It took the Winchesters a little under three hours to get to Greybull, Wyoming where they spoke to Jim Jenkins in his home. His five year old daughter had colored in the kitchen with Jim's wife while the four sat in the dining room to talk privately. The siblings had posed as bloggers for a religious site who wanted to write about Jim's miraculous story with being shot. It wasn't every day that you got shot in the heart ━ the same bullet that still rested in said heart ━ and survived it. 

Jim had explained that he was definitely no father or man of the year, but he took this miracle as God giving him a second chance. A second chance to make himself better and he had thanked the guardian angels that he so clearly thought were watching over him. He hadn't been to any crossroads in the past week and hadn't come into contact with anyone knew besides the mugger that had tried to kill him. Other than that, nothing appeared as if Jim had sold his soul or made a deal with anyone recently.

Once the Winchesters were done speaking to Jim, Sam had offered to go to Hospice and ask them about the cancer survivor so he could get more information on what happened with him. Delaney and Dean had gone back to the motel room they had booked and tried to find when the last possible death in the town was. The most recent one being ten days prior of a boy named Cole Griffith, a teenaged boy with dark hair and eyes and a bright smile that stared up at Delaney through Sam's laptop screen.

Sam had come back just as Delaney finished off reading the article and her's and Dean's heads snapped over to the motel door that had closed behind Sam. He stood a few feet from the table that Dean and Delaney sat at with his hands dug deep into his pockets. "So, that cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary."

Dean exhaled heavily and ran a hand over his face exasperatedly. "Any sign of a deal?"

"Nope. What about you guys? Found anyone dying around here?" 

"Not since Cole Griffith. He dropped ten days ago and that was the last death I could find," Delaney explained, closing out of the article with a puff of her cheeks and collapsing back in her chair. "So, what do you guys think?"

"Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is," Dean suggested, pushing himself up from the table to make his way over to the small kitchenette in the motel room to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Delaney rose her eyebrows with a scoff and crossed her arms along with her legs as she gave Dean and incredulous look even though his back was to her. "Dean, you really think this is all because of miracles? In our experience ━ even mine that's only been three years so far ━ when do miracles ever just happen?"

"Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers. I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light."

Sam considered Dean's words for a long moment and he tilted his head to the side, leaning against the wall behind him. "Maybe there's no one around to carry them to the light."

Dean gave Sam an odd look and placed the coffee pot back on the burner, grabbing his mug so he could walk back over to his siblings. "What do you mean?"

"No, Sam has a point, Dee. Grim Reapers ━ that's what they do, right? Take souls when they're ready? So, if Death ain't in town ━ "

"Then nobody's dying," Sam finished for Delaney, grinning wide with happiness that at least one of his siblings had caught on to what he was trying to say. 

Dean barked out a laugh and took a sip from his mug, clearly not believing a single word Sam or Delaney were saying. Not it really shocked either one of them that they would have to do a little more digging for Dean to believe them because if Dean hadn't seen it before, he usually found it ridiculous. Which, at this point, anything the Winchesters dealt with was ridiculous and shouldn't be real to begin with. Yet, here they were. "So, what? Grim Reaper took a vacation or something? Playing the back nine somewhere? I don't know, guys."

"Well, then . . . let's talk to somebody who might," Delaney offered, flipping the laptop around for both Sam and Dean to see after she pulled the article on Griffith back up. Cole's face beamed brightly at the two boys as his eyes stared forward ahead at the wall behind Dean. "We talk to the kid."

"Has the demon blood in your body gone to your head or something? The kid's a doornail," Dean remarked, gesturing to the photo of the boy with his coffee mug.

"Exactly. If he was the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him."

Later on that night once darkness took over the town and everyone had gone to bed, the three Winchester siblings stood in front of Cole Griffith's tombstone. Sam had set up the candles and symbols they would need to summon Cole so they could speak to him. Delaney wrapped her jacket tighter around her and sidled up closer to Dean's side as the wind howled and whipped around her and her brothers. She pressed her cheek to Dean's arm as Sam continued to place items around the symbol and looked down at John's journal that Dean flipped through with leather gloved hands.

"You sure this is gonna work, Sammy?" Dean inquired, looking up from the journal in his hands.

Sam rolled his lips into his mouth sheepishly as he diverted his gaze from the burning sage in his hand and over to Delaney and Dean who watched him expectantly. It was Delaney's idea to try and communicate with Cole, but it was all up to Sam to make it happen and even he didn't look the least bit convinced. "Uh . . . no. However, if his spirt is around, then this should smoke him out."

Dean shook his head in annoyance, pushing his tongue into his cheek as he snapped the journal closed and dropped down onto the stone bench behind him and Delaney. "Guys, this whole job is wack. You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start to drop dead. Good people. People that Delaney's been so adamant on saving."

"Dean, I don't want these people to die, either, but there is a natural order also," Delaney countered, stuffing her frozen hands into her leather jacket pockets. Yes, Delaney had a bad habit of putting herself down for not saving the people that she easily could. She wanted to save people that couldn't save themselves because they didn't know the supernatural existed. However, Delaney also knew that there was also a natural way to die, like old age or an incurable disease that only gives you a few extra months. Delaney can't save people from things like that, but she could save them from everything else.

"You have got to be kidding me, Della. You don't see the irony in that?" Dean quipped right back at his sister who narrowed her eyes at him. "I mean, the three of us, we're like the poster people of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death."

"In Delly's defense, the normal rules don't really apply to any of us."

Dean scoffed out a laugh and stared at his younger siblings as if they'd grown ten heads in the past two seconds. "You're both kidding, right? We're no different than anyone else!"

Delaney ran her tongue over her teeth and laughed incredulously at Dean's statement. The Winchesters were definitely the furthest thing from normal people. "Dean, did you forget that I've been infected with demon blood for the past twenty-two years? Or that my ex-boyfriend died on a fucking ceiling because of Azazel? Or that my current boyfriend is a rogue demon? Or that you were all but pulled out of Hell by an angel? The only person in this family that could even be anywhere near normal is Sam because nothing's happened to him yet. I know you want to paint yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I and neither is Sam. So, the sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be."

Dean huffed and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Delaney's mini rant. It only just proved Delaney's point even further because Dean had no argument for it whatsoever. She knew that Dean still struggled with the fact that Delaney had to be dragged into this life when he didn't even want to be in this life, but none of them could help where they were. Almost like everything wrong with the supernatural world was somehow roped up and tied into a nice bow around the Winchester family, especially Delaney who every demon still wanted down in Hell.

"Can you two just help me finish this so we can call Cole?" Sam pleaded after a long beat of silence fell over the three siblings. The siblings had only just barely made up with each other after the last argument and Sam would really rather not have another argument ruin their progress of getting back to how things were. If that were even possible at this point.

Before Dean could make more than one step forward to help Sam finish up the last of the items, a flashlight shined over the three Winchesters and they all whirled around to see a middle-aged man make his way towards them. He was beginning to go bald at the front of his scalp and he was dressed in a flannel and jeans, much like the three Winchesters were. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" the man demanded in a deep voice.

"Whoa, okay. Just take it easy," Sam said, holding up his hands to show that he and his siblings meant no harm to the man stood before them.

The man ignored Sam and moved his flashlight beam down to the ground near Cole's grave where all the items that they needed were set up. He stepped closer to the makeshift altar and eyed it suspiciously, eyebrows cinched together in anger. "What the hell is all this?

"This ━ this is not what it looks like," Dean chuckled nervously, motioning to the summoning items at his feet. 

"Really?" the man remarked, his eyes narrowing into slits as he clearly didn't believe a word the Winchesters said. "Cause it looks like devil worship."

"What? No, this is not devil worship. This ━ this is ━ this ━ this is, uh . . ." Dean trailed off, failing miserably to come up with the proper words to say. Something that was actually pretty off character for Dean and Delaney was momentarily shocked he didn't have a good excuse like he typically did for situations like this. "I don't have a good answer."

Delaney squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled heavily, trying to keep herself calm and not let her anxiety claw its way out like it so desperately wanted to. All she had to do was get Sam and Dean out of there and they'd be just fine. "Look, sir, we're sorry. We were just leaving, anyway."'

"You're not going anywhere . . . ever again . . . Baby Winchester."

Delaney gulped and stumbled back when the man took a step closer to the three siblings, the man's eyes going white in the process. Both Dean and Sam subconsciously took a protective step in front of Delaney in case the demon tried anything since it was no secret all the demons were more than glad to throw Delaney right to Lilith like she was a slab of meat.

"Alastair," Dean greeted gruffly, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he took in the sight of Alastair who reverted his eyes back to the brown ones of the meat suit he occupied. "I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy."

"Nah, just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him, you know. It's hilarious. Anyway . . . " Alastair turned his attention right over to Delaney with a sinister smirk as she stood her ground in between her brothers just behind both of their arms. She wasn't going to show any sort of fear to Alastair. Delaney may not have been able to vaporize the last time, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try again. "No time to chat. Got a hot date with death."

Before either of the Winchester boys could blink, they were both sent soaring backwards and crashing their heads into the stone headstones of the graves a few feet away. The sounds of their bodies crashing to the ground earned a squeak from Delaney and she called out for her brothers, but neither one of them answered. She snapped her attention back to Alastair with a deathly glare just as Alastair twitched his hand to the right, hoping to snap Delaney's neck. Unfortunately for him, it didn't work . . . no matter how many times he flicked his wrist.

Alastair didn't falter, however, and his smirk only grew on his face as his hand dropped back to his side. "You're stronger, Baby Winchester. You've been solo flexing with your demon boyfriend?"

The side of Delaney's mouth tweaked up as she, in fact, had  been practicing with her demon powers. Randy had been sending her small vials of demon blood whenever he had the chance to and Delaney hated how strong the urge was to take it. She hated how badly her body called out for just a drop of the blood to make her stronger. She hated that her body needed this evil blood to do whatever it normally could be stronger.

She hated that she eventually gave in and actually drank one of the vials to make herself the tiniest bit stronger so she could maybe get rid of Alastair if he popped up again. Good thing she had or she'd have been thrown half way across the graveyard already.

"Guess you can say you messed with the wrong Winchester, Allie."

One flick of Delaney's wrist, sent the higher demon flying across the graveyard and pinned him to the trunk of a leafless tree. Delaney had raised her hand to exorcise Alastair from his meat suit, but was too slow as Alastair released himself from the meat suit and flew away in a puff of dark gray smoke into the night.

Now that's two strong demons that Delaney had to watch out for. As if she didn't have enough on her plate already.

Dean and Sam were thankfully okay aside from the massive headaches they had both received when they woke up a few minutes after Alastair escaped. With both of the boys out of commission, Delaney had driven the Impala back to the motel so the boys could rest while rattling off what happened with Alastair. You know, minus the part where she flung the demon halfway across the graveyard. They didn't need to know that she was stronger now that she had a vial of demon blood pumping through her.

Both boys had showered and passed out on the beds once they got back to the motel and Delaney was the first one to wake up the next morning. She had gotten a phone call from Bobby just a few minutes after she'd gotten gotten dressed for the day and stepped out of the motel room so the boys could continue to sleep. 

When she got back to the motel room after her lengthy call with Bobby, Delaney saw both Dean and Sam up and dressed but both still pressed ice bags to the sore spots on their heads. Dean was laid out on his and Delaney's bed with one arm over his eyes and the other pressing the ice bag to his head. Sam was sat up on his own bed with his back pressed against the headboard and the ice bag covering half his face.

"How you boys doing?"

"In pain, that's how we're doing. I think that douche gave us a concussion," Dean complained, slowly sitting up on the bed and blinking his eyes a few times to focus them. He dropped the ice bag into his lap and rubbed the spot he'd smacked on the gravestone. "So, demons, huh?"

Delaney sighed and shut the motel room door behind her, leaning against it once it was shut. "Yeah, so much for miracles, I guess."

"And what exactly happened with Alastair again?" Sam chimed in, slowly lowering the ice bag from his own head.

"I told you guys, he tried to fling me or whatever, and it didn't work so he ran like Lilith had when she tried to vaporize me the day she took Dean's soul. Must have something to do with whatever Azazel did to me."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and Delaney could see the calculating gaze slowly form on her eldest brother's face. She was really hoping the boys would have dropped the Alastair thing after she gave them the rundown ━ no matter how much she left out ━ and they could continue on with the case somehow. "Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty damn far the last time."

Delaney innocently shrugged and pushed off the door to make her way over to the small kitchenette to pour herself coffee. Mostly so it would give her an excuse not to look either one of her brothers in the eye. "I have no idea, Dee. Like I said, I think it's just whatever Azazel did to me. Maybe he's weaker right now after what happened back at the church."

"Delaney, if you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you because you've apparently stopped listening to anything I say, but just don't treat Sam and I like we're idiots, okay?" Dean accused, sounding more tired than upset with her. 

No doubt Dean had his suspicions on why Delaney wasn't flung around like a rag doll the night before. Suspicions that were correct, but Delaney didn't need Dean to know that. Delaney still tried to figure Randy out and see if he truly was deceiving her or if he truly wanted to help her find Lilith and kill the bitch. It was one vial of blood and that was it so she could keep up the facade for Randy before he got suspicious. How much worse could it get from there, right? 

"What? Dean, I promised you and Sammy no more secrets, remember?" Delaney reminded Dean, turning to face him as she brought her coffee mug up to her lips to try and subtly hide most of her face.

Sam hummed in response, clearly not believing Delaney much like Dean definitely didn't. She hated that she did have to lie to both of her brothers for her plan to keep an eye on Randy go the way she planned. She didn't need the boys getting involved with it because then Randy would know that Delaney had doubts of him. Something Delaney couldn't afford right now. "So, did you get to go back and talk to the kid?"

Delaney mentally sighed in relief at the change of topic and finished off her the little bit of coffee in her mug, placing it in the sink. She pushed off the counter she'd be leant against and walked closer to the boys, taking a seat on the chair across from the two beds. "I didn't have to. Uncle Bobby called me when you guys were still asleep. He did some digging for us. He thinks Sam is right. Local reaper is gone. Not just gone ━ kidnapped."

"By demons?" Dean implied, earning a nod from his sister. "Why?"

"Listen to this," Delaney said, pulling out the thin blue book she'd stuck in her back pocket. "And he bloodied death under the newborn sky ━ sweet to taste, but bitter once devoured."

"Swanky. What the hell does that mean?" Dean queried.

"Well, it's from a very obscure, very arcane version of Revelations. Basically, you kill a Reaper under the solstice moon ━ tomorrow night, by the way ━ you got yourself a broken seal," Delaney explained, closing the book back over and tossing it onto the round table next to her.

"I know I was the one to suggest that the Grim Reaper was gone, but the fact you can kill a Reaper? How do you even do that? You can't just kill Death," Sam spoke up, sounding just as confused as Delaney had felt when she was on the phone with Bobby.

Delaney slapped her hands to her jean clad thighs and snorted. "I wish I knew. I guess, maybe, the demons could? Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could actually use their help for once."

Dean nodded his head and played with the ice bag that rested in his lap still. "Yeah, well, looks like we're working this one ourselves, baby girl."

Sam puffed out a breath through his nose in a sort of laugh and sat forward on his bed, shooting Dean an odd look. "What are we gonna do? Just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood Reaper like we're freaking Spiderman?"

"Sam's right. Reapers are invisible and the only people that can see them are the dead and the dying. Last time I checked, none of us are dying currently," Delaney added.

"Well, if the ghosts are the only ones that can see them . . . then we become ghosts."

Delaney threw her head back as Dean brought the ice bag up to his head and groaned. It was definitely the craziest idea she'd ever heard. "Dean, you really do have a concussion. First off, that's crazy. Second of all, how would we even do that without actually dying?"

Whatever questions both Delaney and Sam had for Dean were answered around an hour later when Pamela showed up to the motel room. Even with the woman's dark sunglasses on that hid her burned out eye sockets, Delaney knew the woman was not the least bit pleased with Dean's plan.

"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are," Pamela chastised the second Dean shut the door behind her.

"Well, Pamela, you're definitely a sight for sore eyes," Sam greeted, scratching the back of his neck as he already felt the embarrassment of Dean's plan.

Pamela lowered her glasses to reveal two white balls with no pupils or irises in it. Almost giving her the same look as Alastair from the night prior. "That's sweet of you, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people? Look, which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?" She raised her glasses again when she noticed it was Dean who sheepishly raised his hand in response, not looking the least bit shocked. "Of course it was Chachi. So, let's be clear ━ you want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world? Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?"

Dean grimaced slightly at Pamela's obvious distaste for the plan, but the fact that the woman was still there proved that she'd still do it. Which made Pamela just as crazy as the three siblings were for trying it in the first place. "Maybe, but that's where the Reaper is, so . . ."

Pamela crossed her arms and leant against the side of the dresser she stood next to. "Yeah and it's nuts. None of you know what you're doing."

"No, but you do," Dean countered.

"Yeah, I do, and guess what. I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, soc-greaser crap."

"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too. However, we are talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing. Except more targets on my baby sister's back and possibly the rest of the damn world if Lucifer gets out. So, we need your help, Pam."

If Pamela had any more objections she didn't say and the Winchesters had the curtains closed over the windows to make the room dark like it was night outside and not mid-day and candles lit all around the room like Pamela had instructed them to do. She warned the three siblings that they wouldn't be able to touch and move anything because they were ghosts who didn't have time to practice to do just that. That saving the Reaper might not be as easy as they thought it was actually going to be.

Not like that ever stopped a Winchester from doing anything dangerous before and definitely wouldn't be stopping them any time soon.

Delaney felt no different on the other side of the veil than she did on the side she was currently on with Sam and Dean. You know, minus the people constantly running and walking through Delaney as she followed Dean and Sam through the streets. Pamela had given them the instructions where they laid down and closed their eyes and then the next second they were all on the other side of the veil. Definitely nightmare fuel to see Delaney's body laid out on the bed next to Dean, though, when she was literally stood at the foot of the bed. Pamela did make her feel better when she bent down by her ear to whisper to her that she was the pretty one.

All Pamela gave the trio before they left the motel room to look for the Reaper was that she'd have to be the one to bring them back. She'd say the incantations in their ears and they would be snapped right back to reality where they belonged.

"That was wild," Dean breathed, watching the woman jogger run away after she'd just run a straight line through the Winchesters. He'd been having way too much fun with the whole astral projection thing and continued to swing his arms through his younger siblings' bodies like it was his day job. 

Seriously, how was he the oldest?

The three siblings proceeded to walk all around the town in search of the Reaper in a comfortable silence. The colors on this side were a bit different on the other side as everything had a blue kind of tint to them. People continued to go about their days as if the Winchesters weren't actually there, which, to them, they weren't at all. People continued to walk their dogs or juggle multiple bags of groceries in their hands so they wouldn't have to make two trips. Two little girls squealing and giggling as they played Tag barreled through Delaney's astral form and Delaney smiled softly at the pure innocence of it all. It momentarily had her forget what she was truly doing until Dean opened his mouth.

"Guys, we've been walking this town for hours. No demons, no black smoke. I saw we hit Victoria's Secret and get our peep on, huh?"

Delaney ignored Dean's antics and refocused her attention on scanning the area for anything that stood out. She paused in the middle of the sidewalk when she noticed a boy sat in a bedroom window, staring directly at Delaney, Dean and Sam as if he could actually see them. Something that shouldn't be the case because they were ghosts. "Guys, look up at three o'clock. The boy in the window. Is it just me or is he looking at us?"

Sam's eyes trailed in the direction that Delaney looked up in and he froze when his eyes took in the dark hair and eyes and pale complexion of the boy in the window. "Yeah, maybe because we've seen him before. That's Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town."

Cole flickered away from sight when he noticed that the three siblings noticed him and the three siblings ran across the street to phase into the house. No one was downstairs in the house but the sound of a woman's voice could be heard from upstairs and the siblings followed the sound of the voice up to the second floor where a soccer ball shot out from one of the bedrooms to the right. A woman with brown, curly hair dressed in an oversized gray cardigan ran out of the bedroom with tears in her eyes.

"Hey!" Dean yelled when he saw Cole stood in the corner of the room, chucking the balls that sat on his dresser at the siblings. "Stop! How are you doing that?"

"Who are you?" Cole demanded, keeping a protective stance in case he had to attack the Winchesters. Not that Delaney didn't blame the boy for being scared and wary of anything and everything in this new place.

"It's okay, Cole," Delaney assured gently, taking a step closer to the boy.

"How do you know my name?"

Delaney exchanged a look with Dean and Sam, silently asking the boys for help but they both merely gave her helpless looks as they didn't know what to say to the boy either. "Uh . . . okay. Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but you're dead. You're a spirit and so are we."

Cole snorted at Delaney's comment, his protective stance easing up the slightest bit. "Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?"

"We just want to talk."

"About what?"

After much convincing to Cole that they weren't harmful spirits there to harm him and just wanted to talk about how he died, Cole lead the three siblings downstairs. He had them take seats at the dining room table in the dining room that was connected to the open kitchen while he leant against the archway between the two rooms. His eyes were somber as he watched his mother do the dishes while small sniffles fell from her nose, rubbing her wet eyes every now and then. Cole's arms wrapped tighter around himself as he tried to refrain himself for reaching out for his mother that he wanted so desperately to hug.

"I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold because it can cause an asthma attack," Cole informed the trio siblings, tearing his gaze from his mother and leaning his back flat against the archway. "But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body."

"And then that's how you saw an old man, right?" Delaney asked, hoping that Cole had actually seen the Reaper so they could get a basic idea of where they could look next.

"Yeah, creepy, old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but . . . I didn't want to go," Cole admitted, sadly glancing over his shoulder at his mother who still did the dishes. None the wiser that her precious son was stood just feet away from her without her even knowing it.

"Reaper," Sam noted quietly from his spot on Delaney's right. "How did you get rid of him?"

"I didn't. The black smoke did. It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he," Cole explained.

Delaney blinked rapidly a few times in shock, wondering how the demons were able to make their way through the veil. She wondered if it was just one of the demons like Meg or Randy or if it was a demon more like Azazel or Alastair that could do it. "Do you know where the black smoke went?"

"No, but I know where it is."

Before Cole could go into any further detail, the lights in the house began to flicker as if another spirit had entered the room but nothing else seemed out of place. Even Cole's mother was able to see the lights flickering and that only alerted the Winchesters more and sit up straighter in their chairs, especially when Cole mumbled something "they're back". The Winchesters weren't even able to ask Cole what he meant because the boy had flickered from view once again. 

A massive gust of wind blew through the house and sent the shutters on the window slamming into the glass and sending the front door flying open. The three siblings burst out of their seats when they realized it was another Reaper and Dean shouted for whoever came in to come down so they could talk to them from the bottom of the steps that lead up to the second floor.

A beautiful woman with long dark hair and bright blue-green eyes descended the steps in a leather jacket, jeans and a flowery tank-top. Her eyes flickered with recognition as her eyes landed on Dean and Dean didn't seem like he knew her at all. "Dean?"

"Do I know you?" Dean rasped, stepping back when the woman walked down the rest of the steps and trailed after her to the living room. 

"Do you really not remember me? We go way back," the woman recalled, turning to face the Winchesters once again when she was stood in the middle of the living room. She feigned a pout when Dean still didn't make a single move to remember her. 

"Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time that I heard a girl say that . . . "Dean trailed off when he saw Delaney and Sam scrunch their faces up in disgust and annoyance. "You're gonna have to freshen my memory."

The woman didn't make a sound as she stepped towards Dean, placing her hands on either side of his face and pressed her lips gently to his. After a moment or two, the woman slowly pulled away from Dean and took a step back to where she was standing previously.

Dean's eyes blinked open and his shoulders sagged as his eyes brightened in recognition at who the woman was before him. "Tessa."

"That's one of my names, yeah."

"So you do know her," Delaney voiced, eyes bouncing between Tessa and Dean. Was she an old fling of Dean's that died? He'd had so many one night stands ━ that, no, Delaney would not be judging her brother for because she knew he didn't do commitment ━ that she wasn't really sure when or how he would have met her.

"From the hospital after the accident with Dad."

Sam let out breath and he narrowed his eyes at Tessa, not hiding his obvious distaste for the woman now that he knew who she was. She almost took Dean away from him and Delaney and John had to give up his soul to save Dean from it. "So this is the Reaper that chased you around the hospital."

"Well, this was fun. Now if you'll excuse me ━ "

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean cut off Tessa, grabbing her hand before she could turn to leave behind the three siblings. "You can't ━ you can't take the kid. Demons are in town. They're already snatched your Reaper pal. The kid knows where."

Tessa didn't appear the least bit phased, merely raising her shoulders as if she didn't care that one of her own were taken and killed. "So?"

Delaney poked her tongue into her cheek and crossed her arms, pushing her weight to one side as she glared at the Reaper. "So maybe haul your dead ass off before you actually become dead . . . for real. For all we know, they could try and snatch you up, too."

"Except that this town is off the rails, and someone has to set it straight."

"Yeah, we understand that," Dean began, trying to ignore Cole's mom that grabbed her keys nearby and threw her bag over her shoulder. Her keys jingled together as she passed the group by and made her way out of the house without even realizing she'd just passed three people and a Reaper. "But these are special circumstances."

Tessa smiled in amusement at Dean and his face fell in annoyance at the woman's obvious nonchalance about the whole thing. "What? Your little angel-demon dance off? I could care less about that. I just want to do my job."

Delaney deflated and dropped her hands back to her sides, hating that this whole conversation was wasting the limited time they had to figure this whole thing out. "Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town ━ "

"No."

"Well, then could you hold off until we fix this?" Dean begged, still not gaining any sort of reaction from Tessa who was all too eager to do her job. "Please."

Delaney wanted to make a remark about Dean actually begging someone for something, but noticed the way Tessa had softened at the way Dean had said please. Almost like she was actually going to give into what they needed to do. "Okay, fine, but just so we're clear, when I start Reaping again, I'm starting with the kid."

"Understood. I'll go find him," Delaney offered, stepping back from her brothers and Tessa to go find Cole so she could assure him that everything was okay. Even though that was the furthest thing from the truth at the moment. 

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean called, freezing Delaney in her steps in the archway between the foyer and the living room. "What are you even going to say to him?"

"Whatever I have to, obviously," Delaney replied in a duh tone, jogging up the steps to make her way back up to Cole's room. She remembered him mentioning that he hid in the closet the last time the black smoke came around and scared him, so she figured that was the best place to start in looking for him. She'd stepped into Cole's room again with her hands stuffed deep into her leather jacket pockets and walked over to the wall next to the closet, the small silhouette of Cole could be seen in the inky darkness of the closet.

Delaney took a deep breath and pressed her back to the wall, sliding down it until she dropped onto her ass with her legs crossed beneath her. "So, this all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too."

"The worst is my mom," Cole's voice came from the closet where he had curled himself up in a tight ball in the corner of the small space.

"Must be hard to see her like this."

Cole's breath came out shakily as his face slowly inched into the small strip of light that filtered into the closet, half of his face and body becoming visible to Delaney out of the corner of her eye. She kept her gaze forward, though, so she wouldn't make Cole feel weird or scared about opening up to someone who was a stranger. "She's always coming in here. Talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but she only gets sadder."

Delaney smiled softly and drifted her eyes around the room that still had a few balls littering the dark wooden floor from when Cole had flung all the balls earlier when the Winchesters first arrived at the house. "Well, you might want to ease up on the flying soccer balls."

Cole stared at the side of Delaney's face for a long moment, but she still didn't turn to look at him in the chance it sent him scurrying back into the dark depths of the closet. "I'm not telling you where the black smoke is."

"What if I told you that if you helped me . . . you wouldn't have to leave here ━ ever? That girl down there? Tessa. She wouldn't bother you. No Reaper would. You could just stay here with your family for as long as you wanted."

"You can do that?" Cole questioned, a bit of hope leaking into his voice that he could actually stick around. That he could actually still be around his family even though they didn't know he was there.

Delaney knew it was wrong to be lying to this poor boy about being able to stay with his family, but she also needed the information so she could stop the next seal from breaking. She never voiced it out loud, but she was actually nervous about Lucifer breaking out. If she could barely keep a track on Lilith, how would Delaney keep a track on Lucifer as well if he broke out? Plus, if Lucifer broke out, it would be the end of the world as everyone knew it. So, Delaney did the one thing that she'd learned to do best since she'd became a hunter: lie.

"Yeah, you bet I can do that. I swear."

That seemed to convince Cole enough because he slowly crawled out of the closet and stood to his feet along with Delaney. He silently followed after Delaney back down the steps to the living room where Dean, Sam and Tessa still stood talking quietly. The conversation had instantly halted when Delaney and Cole showed up in the small circle that had formed between Tessa, Sam and Dean.

"Hey, guys. Cole said he'd tell us where the black smoke is," Delaney announced, placing a gentle hand on Cole's shoulder.

"Hey, Cole. I'm Tessa and I'm not going to hurt you," Tessa promised the young boy with a kind smile to show she was no threat to him. Yet.

"It's okay, you can tell us," Sam assured Cole who still looked a bit freaked out about the whole thing with Tessa.

Cole eyed Tessa warily for a long moment before he eventually tore his eyes away from her and just focused on the three siblings before him. "I saw the black smoke at my funeral. At the funeral home. It was everywhere."

The lights around the house suddenly began to flicker rapidly once again like when Tessa had first arrived. Judging by her natural stance and crossed arms, Delaney knew it wasn't Tessa who messed with the lights this time. As if to prove her point even further, the front door burst open once again and a massive cloud of thick, dark smoke pooled into the house and obscuring the group's view. The smoke was gone as soon as it appeared and Tessa was gone along with it.

"Cole, you okay?" Delaney checked on the boy who now looked even paler than he did before, if that were even possible. She promised no harm would come to him and yet he had to face the black smoke a second time. Once she got a nod of response from Cole, she turned to her brothers with wide eyes. "Guys, how the hell do we fight that?"

Sam stared over his baby sister's head, his hand still gripped around the sleeve of her jacket that he instinctively grabbed onto once the black smoke filled into the house. "I don't know. You know any ghost moves we can learn by tonight?"

Dean barked out a humorless laugh and vaguely gestured in the direction of the front door. "Yeah, sure, Sammy, Della and I will meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's."

"Who's Mr. Miyagi?"

Deciding that they needed to turn to the one person that could actually teach them, the Winchesters stepped out onto the front porch with Cole to try and learn to interact with the world around them. Delaney almost felt like she was teleported into a video game where you had to go through the tutorial to learn the controls and buttons of the game. Cole being the tutorial helper and she couldn't help but admit it was rather entertaining watching Dean try to make the pinwheel on the the little horse wooden statue move.

Dean stared hard at the pinwheel and it looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel soon if he didn't loosen up. 

"It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate," Cole instructed Dean, his lips twitching the urge to smile in amusement at Dean's struggles.

"I am concentrating," Dean retorted, narrowing his eyes at Cole for calling him out.

Delaney giggled behind her hand and raised her eyebrows as she watched Dean turn back to the windmill to try and spin it with his mind. It took another few seconds of intense staring before the mill spun around once, but that still was enough to earn an excited cheer from the eldest Winchester.

"Ah, here we go, baby!"

Cole smirked when he saw Dean's face fall when the mill stopped spinning and stayed right where it was. Almost like Dean hadn't even spun it the first time. "You pull a muscle, big boy?"

Dean sniffed and poked his tongue into his cheek, glancing over at Cole with a challenging expression. "Alright, Yoda, let's see what you got."

Cole shrugged and focused his gaze on the window mill that instantly started to spin at an average rate, creaking and squealing as he old and rusted metal spun around. The white swing chair at the left end of the porch began to swing back and forth, creaking and groaning in the strong wind that Cole brought. Even the wind chimes hung above the steps began to jingle and chime beautifully. All of this without Cole even breaking a sweat and even having a big, proud smile on his face.

"Dude, you are so Amityville!" Dean exclaimed, grinning like a kid on Christmas as he watched everything move in sync.

Cole stopped all the items from moving and lounged back against the side of the house with a nonchalant smile. "This isn't even the good stuff."

"This is gonna be a long day."

A few hours later once the Winchesters were done getting their lessons on how to both move and touch objects and fight while in their astral projections, Delaney and the boys showed up in front of the funeral home that Cole had been kept at for the funeral. People milled about the sidewalk, getting the last of their errands done before they had to go home for bed and ready for the next school and work day. Multiple sigils and symbols littered the entire front of the white stone building, glowing in the dark like it was lit under a blacklight. A tiny awning that had a red banner around the middle with the number 304 on either side of it was above the front entrance of the funeral home.

"This looks like New Jack City," Dean commented, staring up at the building as he analyzed all the various symbols. "How does nobody see this?"

"Maybe it's demon invisible ink ━ only see it in the veil," Delaney suggested, her own eyes taking in the many symbols she didn't recognize and could only imagine what any of it meant. "I guess we'll find out what it means when we get inside, huh?"

Delaney entered the funeral home with her brothers on either side of her and felt the cold chill of death tingle down her spine. She split up from her brothers to cover more base and she slowly walked forward, glancing around her at the tight hallway she'd found herself in just after the foyer. Nothing seemed out of place as she passed the multiple paintings and photos of the people who owned the place. The home itself smelt heavily of cleaning supplies as if they had just cleaned before they left the place for the night. The hallway eventually met up in the middle of a bigger hallway that the boys had come down from either side.

The three siblings exchanged a look before they continued off down the hall of the funeral home and stopped in the back viewing room where a massive demon's symbol was drawn into the wooden floorboards in white chalk with both the old Reaper and Tessa laid out on their backs in the center circle of the symbol, both of them unconscious. A tall man with dark hair stood with his back to the siblings on the other side of the symbol.

"Check me out," Dean boasted to his siblings, taking one step forward before he flickered from sight. He appeared a second later behind the mysterious man and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. His fist swung forward, sending the man spinning around where he stood and disappeared before the man could properly see who hit him.

Delaney took the initiative to pop up next and she grinned sweetly at the man before her fist came flying forward next and sent the man stumbling to the side where he met Sam's fist next to his stomach. Another fist to his face and Sam had the mysterious man on the ground and crawling away from the three siblings. The man hid behind the casket that rested on the altar in the room and Delaney and the boys surrounded him so he couldn't run off anywhere else.

"You know, this ghost thing ━ it's ━ it's kind of rad."

Delaney and Sam both shot Dean a look to shut up and went to draw closer to the mysterious man when a shout came from behind them and another man dashed out. He held a chain in his hand and ran it across the altar, hooking it into the other side of the altar just as the mysterious man rolled his way out of the area. The Winchesters went to move forward but hissed when their legs sizzled and they stumbled back a step from the chain.

"It's iron," Sam grit out through his teeth, shaking out his leg to try and get rid of the burn.

Another man in a gray button up shirt, jeans with a balding head and growing beard stood at the foot of the room, clasping his hands before him. He flashed the trio a sinister smile as all three turned at the third new presence in the room. The second his eyes switched to white, Delaney already knew it was Alastair. "Winchesters . . . find the place okay?"

Alastair walked closer to Delaney, Sam and Dean who all watched him with dangerous looks on their face. They couldn't necessarily attack Alastair since they couldn't get through the iron chain that separated them from Alastair. The man the siblings originally attacked handed off a shotgun to Alastair, which the higher demon took with a pleased smile. He instantly held the shotgun up to Sam and Dean and fired off a round each at them, disappearing them into smoke.

"Rock salt's not so much anymore, is it?" Alastair taunted Delaney.

Dean and Sam both flashed back into the room on either side of Delaney, swaying slightly as they tried to get their surroundings back under control. "Alastair . . . you bastard."

Alastair simply ignored Dean's off handed comment and focused his gaze on Delaney whose lip curled up in pure rage. She couldn't fight off Alastair right now. Not with the boys there and not with the iron chain that kept her from doing anything but stand where she currently was. "Well, go on, Baby Winchester. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now? It's hard to get it up when you're not in that pretty little meat suit of yours, huh?"

Delaney's jaw ticked and her fists curled into tight balls at her sides. If she had been in her actual body, blood probably would have seeped out through the gaps in her fingers from her fingernails biting into the soft flesh on her palms. However, the fact she wasn't in her actual body was the problem right now. "Go to Hell, asshole."

"Ah, if only I could, but they just keep sending me back up to this arctic crap hole," Alastair growled, beginning to walk around the room with the shotgun clutched tightly in one hand while he used the other to wave around as he spoke.

"To kill Death?" Dean barked out incredulously.

"No, to kill Death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings."

Delaney gasped when she felt the rock salt bullet break through her next, sending a rush of pain across her abdomen as she disappeared from sight and into the in between of the two veils. She willed herself to pop back into the funeral home with her brothers and it took a few tries before she finally flashed back into the room, stumbling slightly through Sam before she righted herself again. She grunted as the pain slowly subsided from her abdomen and wished that looks could kill so Alastair could be sent right back to Hell.

"Anyhoo," Alastair sang, twirling the hook like object that he now held in his hand instead of the rifle. "Moon's in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?"

Dean smirked at Alastair and it was clear that Dean was going to use his unlimited ammo of sarcastic remarks since they had nothing to do in the current moment. "You're gonna kill a Reaper with that? It's little on the nose, don't you think?"

Alastair glanced down at the hook that he continued to twist back and forth in his hand, tilting his head as he admired the object. "Is it? An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse, but he does have three amigos. They're just jonesing for the apocalypse." He winked at the three siblings and turned sharply on his heel to stalk over to the old Reaper first, kneeling on one knee next to him as he ran a hand down the side of the Reaper's face. "Pays to have friends in low places, don't you think?"

Beginning to mutter an incantation, Alastair gripped onto the collar of the Reaper's button up shirt and pulled him up so his back lifted off the floor and slightly chocked him from how hard he gripped the collar. Delaney itched to just thrust her hand forward and send Alastair flying through the room, but she couldn't do that and it scared her. Especially when Alastair finished the incantation and slashed the Reaper's throat with the hook in his hand. Instantly, thunder and lightning and flashed dangerously close outside and a strong wind took over the room, blowing around stray pieces of paper and debris.

Delaney noticed a ceiling light just above Alastair's head where he had bent down to the pick up Tessa next after disposing of the old Reaper. She subtly got Dean and Sam's attention to help her will the ceiling light to drop down on Alastair while Tessa continued to plead for Alastair not to continue. The wind, thunder and lightning only grew in intensity as Alastair continued with the incantation once again, gripping tightly onto Tessa as the hook stayed around her throat. 

Thanks to the trio's combined astral powers, they were able to shake the ceiling light enough for it to break free from the ceiling and crash right onto the end of the symbol. It broke the powers of the symbol once the ceiling light rubbed away a line big enough to release Tessa from its hold. She flickered away from Alastair's hold and appeared in front of the iron chains that held Delaney and the boys back. She unchained the siblings from their mini trap and Delaney could already feel the effects of the chain drift away.

Just as Delaney was about to wiggle her fingers tauntingly at Alastair, Delaney felt a tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach and sucked in a gasp of air as she shot up in her body on the bed in the motel room. As her eyes finally readjusted to the real world, she watched as the intrude in the room stab Pamela with a small knife before swiping it right back out. 

"Pam!" Delaney yelled, holding her hand up at the demon intruder and slowly curling her fingers into a fist. She sent the demon intruder slamming into the wall across the room and she pushed herself off the bed, twisting her hand so she could expel the black smoke out of the demon and send him back to Hell for good. 

The demon choked as more and more of the black smoke pooled out of his mouth and he slowly slid down the wall once all the smoke was out, the floor lighting up like it was on fire before it settled back down again. 

Delaney didn't waste any time in turning away from the hopefully okay male that had been possessed and dropped down next to Pamela who held onto her wound. The woman began to laugh weakly as Delaney reached forward to try and check on the wound, confusing Delaney deeply on why she was laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I can't die ━ not in this town. Look," Pamela coughed slightly, removing her hand from her torn shirt to reveal nothing but smooth skin beneath the slit in the shirt where the knife entered. "I'm fine."

Delaney's mouth opened and closed a few times, her mind suddenly catching up and realizing that Pamela just saw her exorcise a demon. With her mind. Quite quickly, too, if Delaney were honest and that definitely would not settle well with the boys since they weren't aware she could do that properly right now. "Pamela, you can't ━ "

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't say anything, but how about you make me a drink?"

Delaney didn't respond and helped Pamela to her feet so Pamela could sit on the end of the bed so she was between Sam and Dean. The psychic grunted quietly as she gripped onto where she'd been stabbed and whispered the incantation to bring the boys back from the veil. Both of the boys gasped awake and sat up on their respective beds as Delaney rounded Sam's and sat on it so she was across from Pamela.

"Pam, we just have to talk to Tessa, right? Get her told hold off reaping till we can get you better," Delaney suggested, not wanting to lose Pamela, too. The woman had done nothing but help the Winchesters and Delaney would be damned if she let the woman die. Not gonna happen. 

Pamela gasped wheezily as blood began trickle out between the gaps of her fingers that pressed down on the wound in her side. She shakily pulled herself over to the headboard of Dean's bed and leant back against it weakly. "I think she's already back in business."

"What happened?" Dean asked the second he saw the blood that began to stain the front of Pamela's hand.

"Where's Tessa?" Delaney questioned right back, silently praying to whatever god was out there that Tessa was somewhere nearby. That Delaney could talk to her and ask her to let Pamela live since she was stabbed before the veil was fixed and she went back to reaping. 

"She's . . . " Sam trailed off, shaking his head as he nor Dean actually knew where Tessa disappeared to.

Delaney's eyes welled with tears and she glanced over to Pamela with a deep, prominent frown on her face. The guilt slammed into Delaney like a relentless drum and she suddenly felt like she had been the one to be stabbed, not Pamela. "Pam, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this."

"Stop," Pamela held up her hand, removing her sunglasses and tossing them onto the bed between her and Dean. She gasped weakly as a small cough broke through her lips. "You're right, I don't deserve this. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer to go to hell for ever introducing me to you three in the first place."

Dean reached a hand out gingerly when Pamela began to cough uncontrollably and the evident guilt could be seen in the obvious lines of distress on his face. "Pamela, just take it easy. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place than here."

Pamela's breathing became heavy as her body slowly started to lose out on its fight to keep her alive, her face growing progressively paler as the seconds ticked by. "I know you're lying, but what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime. Come here."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows when she realized it was her that Pamela wanted to come closer and she moved over to the edge of hers and Dean's bed, letting Pamela pull her in for a hug with Pamela's mouth right by her ear.

"I know what you did to that demon, Delaney. I can feel what's inside of you. If you think your boyfriend is lying to you, then you're right. I can feel the power of demon blood at its highest in you that I didn't before. He's been feeding it to you this whole time and you had no idea," Pamela whispered hoarsely before another cough fit took over, sending her flying back against the headboard as the coughs wracked through her entire form.

Sam moved over to the bed next to Delaney when he noticed the woman go slump against the headboard and Delaney go stiff as Pamela's words played around in her head on a loop. Randy's been making sure she's been taking the demon blood? That would explain why he always left her a coffee with the vial of demon blood. The vial was a ruse while the coffee itself was the real thing with the demon blood in it and she always drank it sweet, so the demon blood never even tasted in her mouth. So, Delaney's been taking way more demon blood than she'd thought.

Delaney Winchester was officially and utterly screwed.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

WOW IT'S BEEN A WHOLE MONTH SINCE THE LAST ONE HUH? Well, I think I made up for it with this 11.3k word chapter. I did not expect this chapter to be this long, but it wound up being super long because of all the descriptive parts I had to do. Delaney officially knows that Randy's been sneaking her more demon blood than she's thought and so her body is quite literally a bumping live wire right now. FUN TIMES!

We are officially down to the final few chapters of this book because I've decided to put Season 5 in its own book instead. So there'll only be one part to THE DANGEROUS GAME instead of the two I originally planned for this. If everything works out, I plan to only work on this story next week so I can FINALLY get off Season 4 and get into the good stuff that is Season 5 AHHHHH!

Let's just say, buckle up because the rest of this book is about to be a RIDE! WHEW!