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After leaving the Corbin sisters behind, the Winchester brothers continued their detoured trek to the house.

Sam had argued that they should back off some. They were going to figure out that they were looking for something if they just kept showing up or they were going to call the police. Dean just shrugged him off. Again, he wasn't a very good sit and wait kind of guy. He liked to take action. "We need to sweep the house anyway. Why not do it now while they're at work?"

"Because I already told you other people are still there! We still don't know who's controlling the demon or if we're dealing with a coven here Dean! Remember the last time we tried to fight a coven of witches unprepared? Really long ass wait in the ER ringin' any bells?" Sam shot back angrily.

"Dude, I heard you. Some old ladies and a five, six year old kid, not gonna be hard to work around. And if their witches and try to do some mystical mumbo jumbo on me, I'll waste 'em." Dean reasoned as he rang the door bell, in his tone you could tell he was pulling the 'oldest' card and simply ignoring him. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, he didn't even know why he argued with his brother. It was always a lost cause.

"Why hello Sam, back so soon?" Dean gave his brother an odd look as Sam smiled awkwardly at the silver haired woman standing behind the threshold.

"Hi, Mrs. Corbin, sorry to interrupt but this is my brother Dean. He's working with me on the case and we were in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by."

"Hi ma'm." Dean said politely after his brother.

"Oh please, dear, I haven't been a Mrs. Anything for quite some time. Cordeila will do just fine. But please do come in, Bridget and I were just about to have afternoon tea and play gin."

"Oh yeah, so scary," Dean muttered at Sam, who glared at him, as he and his brother followed the old woman into the house.

"Audrey and Nicki aren't here unfortunately. I'm sorry you came all the way up here for nothing." Cordeila said politely as she took her seat.

"Yeah, um, we know. We saw them in town not long ago." Sam told her, with a smile. She seemed like such a nice old lady. He hated to think that she might be evil.

"Oh, did you go by the shop! Did you like it? I painted the walls myself." Cordeila chirped, with a beaming smile as she handed them their tea.

"That place is yours?" Sam asked, taking the cup offered

"Yes, the shop is ours. We opened it years ago. The sixties were such a wonderful time for herbal medicine. For better or for worse, the place is still open. Audrey has been running it since she got back. Nicolet is helping for the time she is here."

"Time she's here? You mean she doesn't live here too." Dean asked, sniffing his tea carefully for any sign of something wonky, and tentatively taking a sip after. It was good. He didn't even like tea, but this was good.

"No! Heavens no, Nicki never liked living here as a child with these simple people and simple means." Cordeila replied

"She hopped the first bus ticket she could out of here after high school. She comes and goes now and then. Nick is rather like a wild cat. She comes home when she has nowhere else to go, or when she can't get food herself." Bridget said, in a rather realistic tone that bordered on callous.

"What about Audrey? Where did she get back from?" Sam asked curiously. Cordeila's smile shifted a little to sadness.

"Columbia. She's only lived here again for the past year, but that's a story you'll have to ask her yourself. She's much more private than Nicolet is." Cordeila said, with an odd little glimmer in her eye that couldn't be described.

"You boys seem terribly interested in our nieces' personal lives for your…investigation." Bridget said coolly, and both men squirmed a little under her penetrating gaze.

"Just trying to get all the facts," Dean offered with a slight smile, which did nothing to waver her stare.

"You know you're not the first bunch to do this you know. You're hardly even discreet about it." Dean and Sam suddenly became nervous in the older women's company. Did they know what they were really here for? What they did?

"Uh…what are you talking about?" Dean asked, slapping on the 'play dumb' act.

"You know this would be easier if you just asked them head on. You don't have to go snooping around." The brothers looked at each other warily out of the corner of their eyes.

"And just what is it that you think we're going to ask?" Sam hesitantly, more and more concerned about the turn this little meeting had taken.

"Don't play coy with me boy, I'm far too old to play games," Dean shifted in his chair to sit in a more defensive stance.

"Okay, look-"If you want to take the girls out, it's really rather juvenile to go about it this way. Your grown men for Christ sakes, are you really that scared of being shot down?" Sam and Dean blinked in confusion at the older black haired woman's blunt, interrupting statement statement.

"W-What?"

"Bridget, dear, I don't think they're on the same page," Cordeila said with a stifled chuckle and a smirk at their uniform confusion.

"Oh, really? Well, I guess I skipped a head a few chapters. My mistake," She said casually, sipping her tea as if nothing had happened at all.

Dean barked out a laugh, but tried to stifle it quickly behind a cough. "Can I use your bathroom?" He asked. The older ladies waved their hands signaling him to go, and he smiled at Sam oddly as he left the room.

When he was out in the hallway alone Dean pulled his trusty handy dandy EMF reader out of his jacket pocket. He swept the hall, the foyer, and the frames of some closed doors and got nothing. Dean stopped at the foot of the stair case and looked up the ascending flight, debating his chances of him getting up there to sweep it and not get caught.

"What are you doing?" Dean spun around to look down at the tiny little girl that stared up at him; her arms wrapped around her the ever present beige, plush companion.

"Cute bear," He blurted out as a form of distraction. The black haired girl narrowed her eyes and crinkled her nose up at the older man.

"His name is Finnington, and he is a rabbit."Dean leaned back a little bit from the little girl staring daggers at him. If looks could kill he was pretty sure he'd be dead. Actually, looks could like, they worked a case on it a few months back.

"Um…sorry…it's a cute, uh, rabbit."

"So, what are you doing?" She asked up at him, eyes large and honest again.

"Nothing," He said, pocketing the EMF meter quickly, "just lookin' for the bathroom." Valerie looked at him questioning, glanced down at her rabbit, then back up at him.

"Finnington says you're a liar." Dean furrowed his brows at her.

"Nu-uh," He returned, but the tinier person nodded furiously.

"Yea-hn, Finnington is never wrong. He says you're a liar, and your wrong, and he says what you're looking for isn't here." She said in a matter-of-fact-tone. Dean's jaw dropped a little bit as he looked down at her. How could she? There was no way she could? "Finnington and I are going to have a tea party in the backyard. Do you wanna come?" Valerie asked, Finnington's black glassy eyes staring up at him from her out stretched arms.

"Uh, no, tea parties aren't my thing, but you can go ask my brother if he wants to play. It's probably more his thing." Valerie smiled up at the taller man and skipped off to find this supposed person that would play with her.

When the coast was clear, Dean flicked the scanner back on. He pointed it up the stairs, but got nothing worth checking. He suddenly did seem to remember the very long wait in the ER that his brother had mentioned, and decided against going up there.

"Sorry, I got a little lost, lots of doors in this place." Dean said as an explanation to why it took him so long when he returned to the sitting room.

"You're a liar again mister. He doesn't want to play with me." Valerie accused, having stolen his spot and crinkling her nose up at him again.

"Sammy, really? Destroying the frail wishes of a child's heart? Shame, shame," Sam tried very hard to repress the glare he felt the urge to throw at his brother. Instead he stood and with a force smile to be civil he said,

"We should probably get going anyway. We don't want to over stay our welcome."

"Oh it's no trouble dear, but we understand. Feel free to stop by anytime. Hopefully Audrey and Nicolet will be here to entertain you better than we can." Cordeila said with a sweet smile of mirth and cheer.

The boys nodded and thanked them as they showed themselves out. "You're an ass Dean," Sam said the moment they were out the door. Dean smirked and chuckled to himself.

"What? I thought you would enjoy have a tea party with a little girl. You act like one enough." Dean flinched a little as he was smacked in the arm, but continued to smirk and laugh at his brother's expense.

"Did you get anything on the scanner?" Sam asked on the way back to the Impala.

"Nope, she's clean. I didn't sweep the top floors though. I got interrupted." Dean answered.

"Interrupted?"

"Yeah, that little kid caught me while I was tryin' to do the sweep. She said her rabbit says we're wrong and what we're lookin' for isn't there." Sam gave his brother a perplexed look.

"Do you think she's a special child? That she could have the power to read minds or something?"

"I don't know, but that little kid is wee bit freaky for me." Dean responded while closing the door to the Impala just as his phone went off in his jacket pocket.

"Bobby is that you man?"

"'Course it is you igit. How'd you think it was?" Dean smiled at Bobby's voice on the phone.

"What 'ca got for us Bobby?"

"Well, Dean, you kinda sent me on a goose chase here man. Next time you want me to help ya', ya' might want to be a little more specific or at least give me a picture that's not all shot to hell." Dean rolled his eyes at the older man through the phone, not a fan of being scolded, "But I managed to find somethin' out. You were right about this symbol bein' a Death Dealer's mark. That's probably your spook."

"Great, so how do we stop it?" Dean asked.

"Well, there's the catch. Death Dealers are sneaky, but industrious, little bastards. They don't go back to hell or stop until the job is done. So you can't even begin to banish it until it does whatever it is that it's supposed to do."

"That's not helpful Bobby. So we just have to let it keep killin' people?"

"Don't get your shorts in a bunch Dean, I didn't say that!" Bobby snapped back at the older Winchester, "The only other way I found to banish it is to find who it's made its deal with, what it is, and get 'em to call it off. But it's a little tricky considering Dealers don't have a return policy. It'll stop the job, but whatever it was that it was promised it still gets."

"So someone, somewhere is gonna die. Fantastic."

"Hey, not to sound like a bastard or anything, but that's what happens when you get mixed up with demons! They usually aren't too picky on the who just so long as they get what they were promised. Moral of the story: don't mess with demons! I can try to find you another way to exorcise it, but it's gonna take some time."

"Alright Bobby, thanks man," Dean flipped his phone closed and started the car.

"So, what did he say?" Sam asked as the pulled out onto the street.

"Bobby says we're right, says that the only way to stop it is to either A) let it do what it was summoned to do, aka kill more people. Or B) go ask the person nicely to take it back, aka let the demon kill them."

"Are you serious? There has to be another way." Sam argued.

"Bobby said he's gonna try to find another way to send the sucker back to hell, but he says that it might take a couple days."

"So what do we do until then?"

"Well, at this current impasse of our lives, I don't know about you, but I could use a beer." Dean said, turning the car down another street towards a bar he saw earlier that day.

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