"Oh my gosh, Dean I'm trying to change clothes!" I squealed when the bathroom door flung open.

"I know," he said cheekily.

"Let me get dressed and I'll give you the bathroom." I shooed him towards the door, trying to hold my t-shirt to my chest.

"I don't mind sharing a bathroom with you," Dean said ignoring my shooing.

"Get out!" I shoved him out the door and locked it behind him.

"That wasn't very nice!" He called.

"I swear if you don't go away for ten minutes, I'm not going to help you with all this post-apocalyptic shit!" I yelled very serious all of a sudden. He was silent.

I sighed and started getting dressed. I hadn't meant to yell at him, I knew he still felt like this whole mess was his fault and I wasn't exactly helping. I didn't even know why he'd asked me to help in the first place, I'd just been in his way since the day we met.


"Special agent, Elizabeth Karris FBI." I flashed my badge and stepped into the house.

The police officer followed me. "That's funny, they sure did send a lot of agents for this one little town. Are you with those other guys?"

"What? Um yes," I lied.

"They're upstairs, where it happened."

"Right, so can you tell me what you found? You were first on the scene after the call was made, correct?"

"I just told your partners but, yeah we got a call from the girl that owns this house. She said that someone was breaking into her house; she had gotten her phone and hid in the closet. Then she started screaming and hung up. When I got here the guy was laying on the ground dead with his neck broken."

"And she didn't do it?" I asked.

"She swears she never left the closet."

I nodded and started up the stairs I looked behind me to see if he'd follow me but he stayed behind. I opened the door to the bedroom and saw two guys talking in hushed voices in between beeps. I cleared my throat and they both turned around quickly, the taller one stuck the beeping thing into his pocket.

"Special agent Elizabeth Karris, may I ask who the two of you are?" I asked trying to sound as official as possible.

"Special agent John Mason," the shorter one said. He motioned to the guy next to him, "this is my partner Damon Smith."

A sick feeling hit me and was gone just as quickly. "You're lying," I said.

"Excuse me?" The shorter one asked.

"You're lying, I can tell. But if you aren't actually FBI agents then who are you?"

"Look why don't you call our supervisor, I'm sure he'll clear everything up," the taller one asked. He stepped towards me and offered me a card. I flung out my hand to ward him back and he was thrown against the wall.

The shorter one pulled his gun out. "What are you?"

"I'm a hunter! Just like you," I said trying to stay calm. When I got pissed things never ended well.

"Hunters can't do that," he said shaking his head.

"Ok fine I'm a witch, and a hunter. I swear." He was still pointing his gun at me, his partner got up slowly watching me carefully. I sighed, "Look if I wanted to kill you I could've already done it six different ways."

The both stared at me waiting for me to go on.

"You think it's a ghost right? That's what that beeping thing was for right? I can sense it. It's definitely a ghost. It's already killed three other people in this town, all males, all about the same age as our vic, all died during a conflict with their wives or another woman. Most of them have records of domestic violence; I think she's trying to protect them."

"How did you know all that?" The taller one asked.

"It's a long story. Maybe I could tell it over coffee? I don't particularly feel inclined to talk when somebody is pointing a gun at my head."

"Dean, put the gun down," the taller one said. He stepped towards me slower this time, testing to see if I'd freak on him again. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

"I've heard about you from Ellen and Jo!" I said surprised.

"Wait you know Ellen and Jo?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah! I used to go to the Roadhouse all the time! Me and Jo were pretty good friends, she talked about the two of you quite a bit. Made you guys sound like a legend, I wasn't even sure if you were actually real or if she was just making you up."

"Did they know you were a witch?" Sam asked.

"Probably, but they never flat out asked me. I mean it's kinda weird how I just know things so they had to have suspected. I haven't seen them in forever though, not since the Roadhouse burnt down anyways."

"I think we'll take you up on that coffee idea," Dean said.


An hour later the Winchesters and I were holed up in a booth in Martha's Pastries and Pies, discussing the case. And pie.

"How can you eat apple pie? Baked fruit is nasty!" I said taking a bite of my sugar cream pie.

"You're pie is putting me into a diabetic coma just looking at it!" He countered.

"But it's so good!"

"She's right, it is pretty good," Sam said from behind his laptop.

"Aw are you two sharing pie now? That's disgusting," Dean said.

"Oh screw you," I said.

"None of this is helping us solve this case any quicker," Sam said.

"I know where's she's buried, I went there earlier today and I can sense her energy. But-" Dean cut me off.

"Oh look at you all new age and witchy," Dean said.

I ignored him and continued on. "But we can't burn her bones tonight because there's a candle light vigil for the people that have been killed in the cemetery, unless you want to sneak in and try not to get caught by the entire town that's going tonight."

"Don't you have some spell you can cast to just make her burn up without even digging her up?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"No I have to actually do that. She's in the mausoleum so there isn't any actually digging involved in this one. If one of you wants to go tonight that's fine but it's usually been a few days in between each killing," I said with a shrug.

"I'll go tonight," Sam said.

"I think I'll let you boys handle this one, I'm a little tired of bones."

"No way am I letting you sit out by yourself, you might try to run off," Dean said.

"Fine you can be my babysitter, whatever."


That night I was sitting with Dean in the Winchesters' hotel room watching TV. Some trashy MTV reality show was on and we sat in silence on the end of the bed for a while with equally disgusted looks on our faces.

"This is terrible," I said finally.

"But I can't bring myself to turn the channel," Dean said.

"I think my IQ is dropping."

We watched it for a few more minutes before I hit the remote quickly turning off the TV.

"That was sucking my brain out," Dean said sighing.

"Oh you have one of those?" I asked sarcastically.

"You know what? You're kind of a bitch." He slid closer to me.

"Oh trust me I know." I smirked and moved the remaining distance towards him. "Don't you like it?"

He pushed me back on the bed. "Not at all." He kissed me and I pulled him on top of me.

"You're a real dick," I said breaking the kiss.

"Don't you like it?" He asked mimicking me.

"Most definitely." I was about to kiss him again when I noticed something behind him. The ghost was hanging over Dean about to attack when I screamed.

Dean looked behind him and saw the ghost but before he had a chance to do anything she had him by the neck. I rolled off the bed and grabbed Dean's gun and shot at the ghost, all in one motion. Dean collapsed when the ghost disappeared.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Sam quickly trying to search for the salt at the same time. "Sarah? What's wrong?" Sam answered

"The ghost is here, she tried to kill Dean. Are you at the cemetery?"

"I'm trying to get through all the people. I'm almost to the crypt."


I grabbed the salt out of Dean's bag and drew a circle with me and Dean in it. I hit him in the arm lightly. "You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah I just got the air knocked out of me."

The ghost appeared again and tried to force its way into the circle. Then the window flew open and the wind outside blew the circle away. I tossed some of the salt at her and she disappeared. "Hurry up Sam!"

I pulled Dean up and gave him another container of salt and we stood back to back ready to get her if she came back. When she appeared again I tried to hit her with what was left of my salt but she moved. "I'm out!" I said. I raised Dean's gun to shoot her but she started to burn and as she disappeared I sighed in relief and sat down on the edge of the bed again.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"If it weren't for me she probably wouldn't have come after you."

"If it weren't for you, we'd still be searching for her and some other guy would've been killed."

"I guess I did do a pretty good job," I said smirking.

He laughed and leaned over and kissed me. This one wasn't as wild as the first and I kissed him back softly before I stood up.

"I gotta go," I said.

"What?" He asked. "You aren't going to stay around?"

"I'm more of a lone wolf. Plus I thought you didn't like me?" I smiled and picked up my stuff without giving him a chance to respond. "Call me." I said as I got into my car.

I watched him until he was out of eyesight. I was gone just as quick as I had shown up.


A few months later I got a call. I was in Chicago taking a little time off after working a case in a suburb nearby. I checked the caller ID and smiled when I saw it was Dean. "Hey hot stuff," I answered.

"We need your help."