I found Dean on one of the stools in the bar, he had ordered a drink and looked kind of lonely. I suggested to Sam to go back to the motel, and I'll have a talk with him. I walked up to the bar, and leaned the counter and twisted my head to look at Dean - who just held a glass of whiskey in his hands. Not bothering to turn to look at me.

"What?" He spoke through gritted teeth, no longer dealing with me staring at him.

"Nothing," I replied smoothly, leaning my weight onto the counter. "Just checking to see how you're doing," his eyes flicked from my gaze, back to his drink, but even then he seemed off put by the drink. "I know, the last person you would think to check up on you," I made the joke, but it didn't seem to tickle him in any way.

"Who's Aradia?" Dean wanted to poke my brain, wanting to learn more. He twisted his head to stare into my eyes. I knew the question was due to come up eventually, but I thought I would have more time. Then again, I didn't even know much.

"Something I would like to know," I responded, as it was the truth. "I fear that I won't like the answers I find," as I spoke, I stopped leaning, and sat on the stool next to Dean, but my body was facing him. My expression also turned gloomy. I could tell him about what Gabriel had said, about me looking exactly like Aradia. Or how she fell in love with two of the most powerful archangels the world has ever known. But I sided against it, until I had all the pieces myself.

Dean nodded, and placed the glass onto the bar counter, not bothering to drink it after all. "Your Mother was called Margaret?" Dean totally went off topic, and it surprised me even asking that.

"My Mother was a good Witch, and she taught me what I know. Well, not the evil stuff. But the good stuff," the words left my mouth with ease. "She told me that I could achieve anything if I put my mind to it,"

"So, you went with the evil witch?" Dean was quick with his remark.

"After her death, yes," I wasn't going to lie to him on this. "At that time, I felt like it was my chosen path. That everything I did, everything I was before her death was leading me to that moment. It changes you seeing someone you love and care for murdered," I kept it together, but I knew Dean could see that it hurt for me to talk about the past. "If it turned out differently, I would never have met you boys, Bobby, Cas even. I wouldn't be the Abigael you see right before you," my red lips offered a smile to Dean. I reached out, placing my right hand onto his left one. "And the thought of that, frightens me," the fear on my face was true, and Dean knew it.

"Then it's good to have the Abigael we have now. Even though she's still a pain in my ass," Dean responded, which made me widen my smile at him. It was a wholesome smile.

"And what an arse it is," I remarked, chuckling to myself, as Dean smirks himself, and removes his hand from mine. "I'll see you back at the motel," I turned on the stool, and slid off, and onto my feet. I walked towards the entrance of the pub, and exited. Dean wouldn't be far behind...

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The next morning arrived, and Sam was at the Medical clinic to check out another body, and Dean checked on the police station. Seeing if he could gather anything he could about more bodies. While they did their own things, I, of course, did mine. I got some books possibly on what could be happening in town, but everything I came across revealed nothing. Is this what it's like for the boys? Researching all the time, putting clues together to find the right monster?

The only thing that was nagging at my mind was my state of self yesterday. How, I was mentally drained, unhappy, and lacked the physical energy to do anything. I don't think I've ever felt like that before. Was it a one time thing? If I had a mental breakdown, I would have had one a while back.

I shook it from my mind, and stood up from the table inside the boy's motel room. Using it as the base of operation. I was wondering how Sam was getting along, I didn't discuss what Dean and I spoke of last night.

In a blink of an eye, I reformed in an alleyway, and I saw a man in a black suit run off, clutching his arm, before fading into view. Heavy breathing echoed in my ears, as Sam's shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. I was a few inches away. Something in Sam sensed someone was behind him, and he quickly reacted. He kicked his foot under me, and I didn't have time to react as I fell to the ground. He climbed on top, pushing me down with his free hand, and used his other to hold Ruby's knife against my neck.

"Sam! It's me!" I exclaimed, holding up my hands. In his eyes I could see the rage, and the bloodlust. Or the lust for demon-blood. He quickly snapped out of the trance he was in. His eyes widened.

"I'm sorry," he rushes out, pulling the knife away and standing back up. Sam extends his free hand out to me. I clasped our hands together, and he used his strength to pull me up. Once I was on my feet, I brushed down my clothes.

"No it's my fault, I shouldn't just appear behind you," my words were genuine, but Sam seemed a little distracted. His eyes flicked between the blood on the knife, and to somewhere else, anywhere else. "Are you ok?" I stepped closer, but his eyes shot to me, as he quickly nodded his head. I didn't think much about it, as my attention snapped to that of a black briefcase - which was radiating an energy that I've felt before.

"The Demon had it," Sam states as if he had read my mind. "No clue what's inside," Sam steps closer to me, as I crouch down and pluck the briefcase from the ground. It was light, and practically just had the weight of the case itself.

"Doesn't feel like it's got anything in it, but I do feel an energy inside," I told Sam, standing back up. With a single thought, black smoke swirled around us both in one big cloud. It swept up our view, and soon it flew back down and we were standing back in the motel room.

"Tell Dean to come straight here," I cast my head back to look at Sam, but it was brief, as I placed the briefcase onto the table, and laid it down. I crouch down, and notice the demonic symbols on each of the locks, and when I pressed the two in, it would not budge. I waved my hand over the briefcase, and I could now sense a protection spell, and only the right symbols and the right demon it was assigned to can open it. Lucky for me, I'm a quite powerful witch who can break the protection spell.

I turn around to face Sam - who was mid getting undressed. So, his white shirt unbuttoned and I could see his toned muscles through the slot.  I was kind of star-stuck, and my eyes couldn't peel away from his.

"Abigael?" Sam's voice rang through my ear, making me snap out of my gaze and cock my eyes up to meet his gaze.

"Erm. I-I," I literally could not form a word. "Give me an hour, I can unlock the case," I managed to make a full sentence. Quickly, turning on the spot, and faced the briefcase. I blockout sounds, as I focused on the briefcase. I hovered my hand over the black leather, and pointed my index finger down, and barely touched the top. I began to weave my finger over the top, as if I was drawing. A fiery trail followed the tip of my finger, etching into the briefcase top. I was drawing demonic symbols that could bypass the protection spell, and allow us entry with what was in.

About an hour later, the top of the briefcase was filled with different types of demonic symbols. With the last drag of my finger, the whole ritual was completed. The symbols were a faint etch into the leather, as if it was made that way. But suddenly, all of them lit up in a fiery glow.

"Sigillum fractum," the incantation flew from my lips as I thrusted my fingers out at the symbols. They began to burn brighter, and brighter, until all the symbols sunk into the briefcase, and then a sweet unlocking sound rang free. "Done," I spun on my heels, to see Dean back and in more comfortable clothes, as well as Sam. I brushed past both of them, as I went through the middle, as they stepped closer to the table. I assume Sam told his brother what had happened, and that while I was working so very hard.

"What the hell does a demon got to do with this, anyway?" Dean pondered the question to his brother.

"Believe me, I got no idea," Sam states after sighing at his brother's question.

"You ok?" Dean asked, his eyes locked onto Sam as he seemed a bit uneasy.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be all right," Sam cocked his head to meet Dean's watchful gaze.

"Let's crack her open. What's the worst that could happen, right?" Dean cracked the remark, with a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Both brother's crouched down to the level of the switches, and both got one side each. They hovered their thumbs over the opener, before taking a second, and then pressing it. Suddenly, the lid shot open, and a blinding white light engulfed the room, making the boys squint their eyes, and stand back up,looking away from the light. Soon enough the light began to dim, as I stepped closer to the boys, to have a look, and I knew what it was.

"What the hell was that?!" Dean rushes out, not able to make heads or tails of this.

"It's a human soul," Cas's voice rang out from behind, making the three of us turn on the spot to see him holding a take-out bag, and eating a burger from White Castle. "It's starting to make sense," he stated, before taking a bite of the burger.

"Now, what about that makes sense?"

"And when did you start eating?" Dean hopped onto the back end of Sam's sentence. Indeed it was strange to see Cas eat human food.

"Exactly. My hunger – it's a clue, actually," Cas replies, holding up the burger in his hand.

"For what?" Three trio of us spoke in unison, and gave each other a side-glance.

"This town isn't suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger, starvation, to be exact –" Cas took a few steps closer to us. "Specifically... Famine," his eyes flickered between the three of us. That's when the shit hit the fan for me.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath, slicking my hand through my hair, briefly feeling the soft locks.

"Famine?" Sam was struck with disbelief. "A-As in the horseman?" His tone was stunned, as well as the facial expression he offered.

"Great. T-T-That's freaking great," Dean wasn't pleased as he turned away.

"I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food," Sam states,using a lot of hand gestures.

"Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something –" Case began to explain, still chowing down on that burger. "Sex, attention, drugs, love," Cas's eyes darted from Sam, me, then to Dean.

"Well, that explains the puppy-lovers that cupid shot up," Dean spoke from near the window of the motel room.

"Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then famine came, and made them rabid for it," Cas took another bite of the burger.

"Ok, but what about you?" Dean asked, walking back over to the group. "I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?" Dean came to a stop to my left, eyeing up Cas as we all did.

"It's my vessel – Jimmy," Cas looked at the burger for a mere second, before raising his head back up. "His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect," he turned to face away from us, and then took another bite.

"So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" Dean asked, allowing the question to linger in the air for anyone to answer. However, I was reminded by a passage in a book I had read before..

"And then will come Famine riding on  a black steed," my British voice rang freely through the air. "He will ride into the land of plenty... And great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger... His hunger will seep out and poison the air," the words were spoken beautifully by me.

"Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims," Cas added into the mix.

"So, that's what was in the briefcase – the twinkie dude's soul?" Dean connected the dots as he cast his gaze back to the briefcase, before locking eyes with Cas.

"Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine. To feed him, make certain he'll be ready,"

"Ready for what?" Sam seemed clueless with what Cas had said.

"To march across the land," I let out a big gust of wind, as the words Cas spoke weren't good. None of this was good. And the worst thing yet, I think I've been touched by Famine...

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