Eden walked passed the kitchen and had to do a double take at what she saw.
"Bloody Hell..." She gasped. "Dean Winchester knows what an iron is."
"Ha-ha, you're hilarious." He playfully glared at her, swigging the beer in his hand before sprinkling some more of it over a dress shirt he was ironing.
"Is that Sam's shirt?" She frowned, walking in.
"Yeah, he hates it when I iron his shirts with beer." He grinned.
"You're a child. An alcoholic child." She giggled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Wrong." He pointed at her with the hand his beer was in. "Alcoholics go to AA meetings. I'm a high-functioning drunk."
"I hope you're happy with that title." Eden smirked as Sam walked in with a tablet in his hand.
"Perfect, we're gunna need our suits." He said.
"Tell me you got something on Amara." Dean spoke half way through swallowing his mouthful.
"Uh, it's a long shot, but clock's tickin', right?" Sam replied, handing Dean the tablet. "Whatever Amara's doing with Lucifer."
"Yeah, beatin' on Cas in the meantime." The older brother mumbled, looking over the news article on the tablet.
"Yeah, uh, Hope Springs, Idaho. Guy named Wes Cooper killed himself after killing a co-worker. According to the reports, though, nobody knows why. Apparently he was a perfectly happy guy and then... Snap." Sam told them, clicking his fingers.
"So, what, possession?" Dean offered.
"Or he was soulless." The younger brother suggested.
"Well, it might not be much but, considering what we got, I'll take it." The older huffed, passing Sam the tablet back before also handing him the freshly ironed shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks." Sam replied as Dean walked off to pack. That was when Sam caught a whiff of the fabric. "Dude, quit ironing my shirts with beer!" He yelled down the hall.
"He's such a bad drunk... They wouldn't waste such perfectly good alcohol." Eden commented.
"You had the 'high-functioning drunk' conversation, didn't you?" Sam scoffed.
"It was going to happen sooner or later." She shrugged.
"I'm surprised it took this long." The Winchester laughed, grabbing another shirt from the pile on the kitchen table.

"I appreciate the FBI taking an interest in this case." The local Sheriff said, sat at his desk. "We don't usually see things like this around here."
A blonde, female Deputy asked if she could get off early, to which the Sheriff gave her permission, informing the 'Agents' that she was a newly-wed. Before she left, she had to go and show Sam the medical reports, leaving Eden and Dean to continue speaking with the Sheriff.
"What do you have on Wes Cooper?" Dean asked.
"Talked to his friends, family. Nobody can make heads or tails on why he'd do this." The man said. "We have a witness who overheard Wes before he took his own life. He was saying things that sounded out of character."
"Yeah? How so?" The Winchester pressed.
"Wes said that his life was meaningless, nobody loved him. It was like every negative thought he had ever had came spilling out." The Sheriff replied with a shrug. "Thing is, none of it was true. He was a well-loved, likeable guy. Decent job, nice family, nice house. The full works."
"Sometimes you just never know what goes on in people's heads." Eden commented. "They could be all smiles on the outside, but inside they could be more broken than we could ever imagine."
"Na, I don't believe that with Wes. Some other guy, maybe, but not him." The Sheriff shook his head.
"Well, thanks for your time, Sheriff. We'll be in touch." Dean gave a short-lived smile.

"Hey, so, we might have something here." Sam said after sitting back in the passenger seat of the Impala.
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Dean asked.
"The vic? Wes Cooper? Had black veins on his arms."
"Like the Crazies had when Amara first got loose?" Eden frowned.
"Exactly like those." Sam nodded.
"Wow... So, what, she's decided to have Zombieland the sequel?" Dean frowned.
"Looks like it." Sam shrugged.
"Well, that's a game changer... At least this time round, we know how to heal it." Eden tilted her head.
"Alright, but there's not much we can do unless someone else gets infected, so I say, let's go get ourselves checked into a motel and get some rest until something pops up." Dean suggested.
"Hotel. We're getting a hotel. I'm really bored of crappy motels with questionable stains on the sheets." Eden scrunched up her nose in disgust.
"Fine. But you're buying." The older brother cocked a brow as he looked back at her.
"Suits me." She shrugged.

The next morning, they were woken up by a call. The Deputy Sam had spoken to the previous day was the next in line on Amara's victim list.
She had murdered her husband.
They hadn't bothered with the FBI monkey suits this time, but Eden had reluctantly decided to wear a slightly more 'Elizabeth' look, consisting of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt decorated with a skeleton and one of Sam's red and black flannel shirts with the trusty combat boots the Vampire had regularly worn in simpler times.
When they got to the scene, the coroner was just lifting the bodies one by one into the back of his van.
The trio walked up to the Sheriff, who looked a little more than run down.
"Sorry I woke you all-"
"No, no, its alright." Sam interrupted him. "Why don't you just tell us what happened here."
"Harris didn't show up for work this morning. We called, tried her CB, nothing. So, I swung by here. I found Art on the kitchen floor, Harris' shotgun right next to him. She... It looks like Deputy Harris shot her husband point-blank in the face, then left the scene." The Sheriff told them.
"Did you notice anything off about Deputy Harris' behaviour the last couple of days?" Sam asked.
"No..." The man shook his head. "Nothing at all."
"When was the last time anyone heard from her?" The younger brother pressed.
"Called in for the last time yesterday." The Sheriff shrugged. "Said something about seeing some fog rolling in. I don't know why she cared about the damn weather."
Sam and Eden shared a uneasy glance.
"Did she say anything odd about the fog?" Eden asked.
"No... Why would she?" The Sheriff countered.
"Would you get in contact with your dispatch officer? Tell her to let us know if she gets anymore reports like that again." Dean nodded.
"You serious?" The Sheriff narrowed his eyes sceptically.
"Yeah, just to be safe." The older brother said.
"And do you have any idea where Harris might be now?" Sam cocked a brow.
"No, but, we can track her vehicle from our office." The Sheriff replied.
"That'd be really handy, thanks Sheriff." Eden gave a sympathetic smile before the three went back to the car.

"I can't make heads or tails." The Sheriff said, sat at his desk back at the police department. "Harris is... was our computer person."
"Can I give it a shot?" Sam offered, earning a nod from the man as he moved from the desk chair.
"Sheriff." A black female officer grabbed their attention. "Matt and Emmy just called in, they said they saw some fog rolling in by Jasper Hills."
The Sheriff looked to Eden and Dean.
"Did they say where it was heading?" Dean asked.
"West." The woman replied. "Towards town."
"Okay, call them back, tell them to stay inside, shut their windows and doors and seal it up and stay the Hell away from that fog. Then, get the word to everybody in town, they need to do the same damn thing." The Winchester instructed.
The officer nodded, getting right to it.
"Hold on, what are you talking about?" The Sheriff asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"My partners and I have seen this before, okay? Wes, Deputy Harris were infected by something in this fog." Dean told him.
"Let's call it a bio-agent. Just to give you a picture of how serious this all is." Eden added.
"I know it sounds crazy-"
"No, it sounds like we should call the CDC." The Sheriff interrupted.
"There's no time for that." Dean shook his head.
"Found Deputy Harris." Sam spoke up, pointing to a map on the computer screen.
"She's on Main Street, heading right this way." The Sheriff said.
"Alright, we'll handle Harris. Just, please, get the word out, tell everybody they need to stay inside, seal up their windows, their doors - everything. Do it." Dean ordered as he walked towards the exit with the other two in tow.

The Deputy had just pulled up outside the Police Department as they exited the building.
"Hey, get them out of here." Dean mumbled to Sam, patting his chest as he motioned to a few pedestrians.
Sam nodded, walking over to them.
"Agent Greer, FBI. I need you to get inside immediately." He said, flashing them his badge as the Deputy exited her cruiser with her gun in her hand.
There were thick black veins all up her arms and neck, much thicker and more prominent than the ones they'd dealt with on the Crazies before.
"I tried to kill myself." Deputy Harris said. "But she won't let me."
The trio pulled out their guns, aiming them at the floor for the time being.
"She has a message - for you, Dean Winchester and you, Eden." She continued.
"Amara? Is she here?" Dean asked.
"No. But her words have been echoing in my head ever since I took a breath of that fog." Harris replied.
"Did she tell you to kill your husband?" The older brother raised his brows.
"And I watched myself do it." The Deputy's eyes began to get red and puffy with emotion as she spoke.
"Okay, listen to me," Sam said. "This is an infection. Put the gun down, let us help you."
"It's not an infection. She says it's a mirror." Harris told them.
"A mirror for what?" Eden frowned.
"She's showing us all the truth." The Deputy replied.
"Darkness." Dean mumbled.
"The light was just a lie." Harris sneered as she raised her gun.
But just as she did, someone shot her in the chest. She fell against her Sheriff's cruiser, dropping to the floor in broken breaths.
The trio turned around, seeing the Sheriff, his gun smoking.
Dean moved over to Harris, kneeling down next to her.
"It'll all be over soon." She uttered. "He's not gunna save them. It's all going away... Forever. But not you Dean. Not Eden."
Something caught Sam's eye down the street.
"Oh, crap..." Eden's eyes widened as she saw it too. A massive plume of fog was rolling in, headed straight for them.
"Dean?" Sam breathed.
The older brother looked up as Sam said his name again, pointing at the fog.
"You need to get inside." Eden told the younger brother.
"What about you?" He asked.
"Amara wants to keep Dean and I safe, the fog probably won't affect us. We can get more people inside." She told him.
"'Probably' doesn't sound very comforting." Sam countered.
Eden looked back at the fog, knowing they didn't have time argue. She let out a strained huff before the trio split up, getting everyone they could off the street and into the Police station.
"Sam, Sam, come on, we gotta go." Dean grabbed his brother's jacket sleeve as the fog neared on fifteen feet from them, a couple getting caught up in it.
"But, they're right there!" Sam protested.
"It's too late, now come on." Eden ordered, running up the station steps behind the boys.

Running into the Police station, they looked around at all the people they'd managed to gather.
"Agent Erhart." The Sheriff grabbed Dean's attention. "Radio's dead."
"You have any duct tape?" Dean asked.
Sam walked over to the window, seeing the thick white fog rolling passed. People were staggering through it, coughing their lungs out and eventually falling to the floor.
"Sam." Eden said in a small voice, reaching out to touch his arm. "There's nothing we can do for them. Don't torture yourself."
"Guys." Dean called to them.
As soon as they faced him, he threw them a roll of duct tape each.
The trio instantly got to work taping up all the seams and cracks in the doors, windows and vents with the Sheriff's assistance.
"Aw, crap..." Eden groaned, looking down at her phone displaying 'no signal'.
The boys checked theirs as well, resulting in the same.
"Sheriff, let's see if we can't fix that radio of yours." Dean said, wandering off towards the CB.
Sam went to the window again just as shouting started from outside.
"Dean, do you hear that?" He asked from across the room.
The trio went to the front doors, which were entirely made of glass. Just as Sam turned its lock, the sound of glass breaking startled him and two men came from out of the fog, beginning to pound on the glass.
"That'll be able to keep the two of them out, but if anymore come, I'm not sure that glass is going to last." Eden stated.
Just as she finished her words, a brick came hurtling towards them from out of the fog. The trio ran into the bullpen, closing the double doors that separated them from the main entrance.
"Well, they sure showed me." Eden huffed, turning around to face the room.
The first thing she made eye contact with was the vent across the room. The duct tape had failed and fog was pouring out of it.
"Boys." Her eyes were wide, pointing to it.
Sam ran over to seal it up as Dean barricaded the double doors.
The younger fell to the floor just as Dean turned around.
"Sam!" Eden ran over to him as black veins crawled up his arms.
Dean followed, but Sam yelled at him to stay back, out of the fog that had accumulated.
"Oh my God, he's infected..." The Sheriff saw what was going on and began to guide everyone towards his office.
At the barricade, what sounded like a mob began attacking the double doors, denting it in no time.
"Eden, how are you doing?" Dean asked, since she was fully submerged in the fog with Sam. "I can't be dealing with an infected Dark Angel as well."
"I'm fine. Either this stuff is fine-tuned to Humans or me and you are safe. I'm not sure we want to find out which one is right." Eden replied, balling up some of Sam's flannel shirt she was wearing to cover the younger brother's mouth.
"That's not gunna work, I'm already infected." Sam protested.
"Maybe, but it'll stop you from coughing up a lung, at least." She replied. "Dean, get in the office with the others, I've got Sam."
"I'm not leaving you two." Dean argued as a brick came through the window by Sam.
Dean ran to duct tape the Sheriff's office as Eden and Sam took a cork board off the wall behind them, moving to take care of the broken window that now poured in fog.
Sam collapsed half way to it. Dean saw, running to his side as Eden did.
"We're not gunna make it." Sam choked out.
"No, no, no, no. There's no quitting here, okay?" Dean told him.
"We're... Never gunna make it." The younger brother mumbled, clutching Dean's jacket and Eden's arm.
"Sammy, listen to me, it's not you talking, it's the fog." The older said.
"You were gunna choose Amara over me. Over everything. You both were, I know it." Sam looked as though he was going to lose consciousness any second.
"Sam, no!" Dean shouted.
"Never gunna happen." Eden promised, stroking some hair out of Sam's face.
"Look, I'm sorry... I didn't mean that." Sam coughed. "I can't fight this. You gotta go, Dean. You gotta get out before you're infected."
"Look at him, Sam. He's been in the fog this whole time and nothing's happened." Eden gave a short smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Then you've both gotta go before I hurt you!" Sam yelled, straining through pain and choking.
"No, we're not leaving you - ever." Dean promised, cupping the back of his brother's head as Sam curled into Eden some more.
"There's got to be a way out of this." The girl looked to the older brother.
Dean looked over to the double doors, unsure of how long they'd hold for.
Then over to the Sheriff's office where the screaming had started.
"Stop this!" He yelled up to the sky. "You hear me, you dick?!"
He looked back down to Sam and then... All of the pounding stopped.
"No, no, no, no..." He mumbled, grabbing Sam's jacket as the younger brother hid himself in Eden's lap, gasping out for clean air. "Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, I'm right here. We're right here, it's okay. We're right here."
As Sam struggled, something began to glow in his jacket pocket.
Dean and Eden frowned to each other. Dean reached in and took it. It was the pendant Sam had given Dean one Christmas. The pendant Castiel had spelled to glow in the presence of God.
The three glanced to one another, then looked down at Sam's hands.
He lifted the sleeve of his jacket - the black veins had gone.
The fog quickly dissipated, the Sheriff and townspeople came out of the office as the three rose from the floor.
They went outside, seeing the fog entirely gone.
The brothers looked down at the glowing pendant in Dean's opened palm.
They walked out onto the street. Everyone was picking themselves up from the floor, even Deputy Harris.
"What the Hell is going on?" Eden asked as Harris' no-longer-dead husband hugged her tightly.
"I'm not sure those are the right choice of words..." Sam breathed.
They continued to wander down the middle of the road, still glancing to the pendant. They stopped as a dark haired man in a khaki jacket and blue jeans helped a teenaged girl up.
An awful cringing feeling tugged at the back of Eden's neck and down her spine.
He turned around, walking toward them and the boys' brows raised.
"Chuck?" Dean was insanely confused.
"Wait... That's Chuck? Author Chuck? Prophet Chuck?" Eden gasped. "That dick."
"We should probably talk." Chuck said.
"What the Hell's going on here, exactly?" Dean asked, looking up from the pendant glowing furiously in his hand.
"I'm happy to fill in the blanks, but maybe we should go somewhere we can actually sit down." Chuck suggested, giving Eden a nervous side glance.
"No, we're not going anywhere with you." Dean replied. "Okay, I don't even know that you're really Chuck and not just some crazy spell manifesta..." He trailed off after Chuck had clicked his fingers.
The three looked around... Now in the Bunker's War room.
Eden's cringing feel spiked again, so bad she felt the need to scratch at the base of her neck. It was so bad, she felt the need to clutch onto Sam's arm for some sort of reassurance.
When they looked back to Chuck, Kevin Tran appeared behind him with his signature innocent smile.
"Kevin?!" Sam exclaimed.
"Guys. You're looking stressed." The boy said, looking to Dean. "Especially you. It's cool, trust Chuck. Whatever it is he needs you to do, he must think you can handle it. I always trusted you."
Dean slowly put the pendant into the pocket of his jacket as Chuck gave them a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, that ended well." The Winchester stated.
"How did you- Are you okay?" Sam stuttered, finally noticing Eden's nervousness, so he put his arm around her protectively.
"Yeah, I mean, you know, given the circumstances." Kevin nodded.
"I don't mean to interrupt," Chuck spoke up. "Kinda got a plateful here. And Kevin, you've been in the veil long enough. It's time you had an upgrade."
He waved his hand in front of Kevin, turning him into a floating ball of light that slowly traveled upwards before disappearing through the grate in the stairs and then the roof of the building.
The trio looked back down at Chuck.
"Holy crap..." Dean mumbled.