Back at the mortuary, Athena was less than pleased to see them.
"What the Hell are you doing in my house?" She demanded, finding Sam, Dean and Eden downstairs in the morgue. "Again!"
"Look, it- I'm-"
"I know who you are." She cut Sam off. "Answer the question."
"Okay. My associates and I, we're looking for your boyfriend." Sam explained.
"Why?" She pressed. "Is this about the grave robbery?"
"And a murder." Dean added. "Sheriff's Deputy was killed last night."
"What?" Athena gasped.
"We just wanna talk to him, that's all." Sam told her. "So... Do you know where he is?"
"He said he had to go to the bank." Athena replied.
"Oh, dear..." Eden sighed. "Outlaw's gunna rob the place."
"Yeah... Come on." Dean broke into a run back up the stairs to ground level.

"Dave Mather. Robbin' a bank is a bold move." Dean pointed his shotgun at the Ghoul as he left the bank, pulling down a red bandana from his face.
"You must be the Hunters." Dave walked lazily towards Dean and Eden.
"And you must like to play cowboy." Dean countered.
"It's my favourite suit." He shrugged, looking to Eden with a frown. "Hey, don't I know you? Or maybe that was Dave... These memories get mixed up sometimes, you know?"
"OG Dave and I met once. You missed it." Eden replied.
"Shame. Though, I do like him. You know, I like to keep a piece of old Dave on me just to naw on." The Ghoul replied as Sam, Jack and Castiel walked out towards him from another angle, the sound of Sam's handgun cocking grabbing the Ghoul's attention. He laughed. "You must make it three, four, five Hunters! Whoo! Must be my birthday."
"Look, why don't you come with us someplace else." Sam spoke up. "We can do this quick and quiet."
The gunslinger pulled out his weapon and fired with record speed, hitting Eden as Sam fired at him, shortly followed by a shotgun round from Dean.
"I'm really bored of getting shot now..." Eden sighed as more shots ensued.
"Get out of the damn firing line or take the guy's head off, then!" Dean yelled over the gunfire.
Eden decided to technically do neither, as Dave pointed his gun straight at the older brother.
She Vamp sped over to him, dragging him out of the way, behind a car.
"Thanks." He panted.
"Welcome." Eden replied as Sam joined them. "Where's the Pigeons?"
"Uh..." Sam poked his head up above the car, only seeing two pairs of feet from the underside of a bright red locomotive statue a couple of dozen feet away from them. "Behind the train. Are you okay?"
Eden looked down to the bullet wound in her left shoulder, hairs away from ruining her anti-possession tattoo.
"Nothing a little blood won't fix." She shrugged.
Jack ran out from his cover with Castiel in tow.
"Jack!" The Angel yelled.
Dave shot a couple of rounds into the Nephilim.
"Oh, no..." Eden gasped. "Stay here."
She ran out to Jack and Cas as the boy smiled.
The bank security guard came out to arrest Dave as Jack lifted his hand, his eyes turning their golden colour.
The guard and the gunslinger fell back in slow motion.
Where Dave hit the ground, the guard hit a metal pillar behind him, his head making hard contact with it.
"No..." Jack breathed.
Eden Vamp sped over to the guard as Dean ran for Dave.
She knelt down, placing the heel of her hand on the guard's forehead.
The black smoke encircled his head but, nothing happened.
"I didn't mean to..." Jack whimpered.
"He's dead..." Eden sighed, getting up. "Jack, you didn't mean to do this. It was an accident."
Jack didn't say anything, just stared blankly down at the body as Dean came running back up to them.
"I lost him. How's-" He started, but cut himself off when Sam shook his head. "Crap..."

Back at the motel, Jack laid on the couch with his head in Eden's lap, staring off into nothingness across the room as she stroked his hair.
"Is this the first time he's hurt anyone?" She heard Castiel ask the brothers as they talked in the bedroom.
"No." Sam replied. "But it is the first time he's hurt someone that didn't get back up."
No one said anything for a good few seconds.
"Alright... You guys should get Jack back to the Bunker." Dean spoke up.
"What?" Sam frowned.
"Cops are gunna be on their way. We gotta get him outta town."
"Okay, but what about the Ghoul? I can stay-"
"Na, I'll handle it." Dean cut Cas off, shaking his head. "Besides, you and Eden need to be with the kid in case he... You know."
Castiel let out a deep sigh.
"Okay." He nodded, walking off towards Eden and Jack. "It's time to go."
Eden sighed as Sam walked over.
"Jack, baby, we gotta get up, okay? Just sit up for me, it's time to go." She soothed, cupping the underside of his head as he lifted his body into a seated position, still staring off into space.
"You good to zap back to the Bunker?" Dean asked Eden.
"Yeah. Of course. Give that Ghoul a shell for me." She nodded to the shotgun in his hand.
Dean nodded as he left the motel room.
Castiel crouched down in front of Jack, resting a hand on his knee.
"Jack, look, Eden and I have killed people who didn't deserve it before - my friends, I've killed people I loved. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier. That with time, it hurts less, but that would be a lie because it... It never gets easier in those moments, they never stop hurting. But that doesn't mean that you should stop fighting. Doesn't mean that, just because you made a mistake - that's what this is, Jack, it's a mistake. That doesn't mean that you can't be better - do better. I believe that, I have to believe that."
"We still believe in you, Jack." Sam added.
"Stop. Stop. Just... Please stop." The Nephilim finally spoke.
"Okay, alright." Eden whispered, rubbing a hand on his back. "Time to go home, boys."
She placed her free hand on Cas' shoulder as Sam took hers and then, they disappeared.

A few hours later, Dean got home, trudging down the stairs covered from head to toe in dirt.
"Hey." Sam greeted him, standing up from his seat next to Eden at the map table.
"Hey." Dean replied.
"How'd it go?" The younger brother asked.
"Usual." The older sighed. "Kill the bad guy, save the girl."
"What about the, uh..." Sam trailed off, motioning to Jack who was sat alone in the library.
"Took care of it."
"Good."
"Good?" Jack snapped, getting up to walk over to them. "How is that good? I killed someone. What was his name? The guard. Did he have a family?"
"Jack, don't do this to yourself." Cas sighed.
"No. Did he?" The boy raised his voice.
"Yes, he did..." Dean said.
The room fell silent for a moment as Jack's eyes filled with tears.
"Jack, look... This life, what we do, it's... It's not easy." Sam spoke up. "And we've all done things we regret. Just-"
"Don't!" Jack snapped.
Sam stopped, holding his hands up defensively.
"You're afraid of me..." The boy whimpered.
"No." Cas replied.
"No, maybe you're right." Jack turned slightly, away from them. "Maybe I'm just another monster."
"No, you're not." Dean said, grabbing the attention of Sam and Eden, who raised their brows at him in surprise. He took a few steps towards the boy. "I thought you were. I did. But... Like Sam said, we've all done bad. We all have blood on our hands. So, if you're a monster, we're all monsters."
"Wait, you don't... Everytime I try and do something good, people get hurt." Jack's voice wavered with emotion. "I thought I was getting better. But, I'm not. I don't know what I am. But I know I can't make the world a better place - not like this. I can't even do one good thing. And I know that, if I stay, I'm gunna hurt you - all of you. And... I can't. You're all I have."
"Baby, you were doing so good. Remember the island." Eden sighed. "Our special place."
"You took me there so I couldn't hurt anyone." Jack retorted. "But I hurt people anyway. I'll hurt everyone and I'll hurt you too. I don't wanna hurt you..."
"Jack, listen-"
"I have to go." The boy cut Sam off.
"No, Jack." Cas replied breathily.
"I'm sorry." Jack held up a hand, his eyes glowing gold as a pulse left him, throwing the three men and Eden across the room. "I'm so sorry."
"Jack!" Castiel and Eden shouted.
But, he was already gone.
Eden hung her head, releasing a deep sigh as she punched the floor.
"I've got this..." She mumbled, closing her eyes to zap out. "Or not..."
"He warded himself against you?" Sam asked, earning a nod.
"Great. The likeliest person who could pull him out of this mess and he doesn't want her help." Dean huffed.
Eden's waterline began to fill up as she looked over at Sam.

With a glass of blood in hand, the younger brother followed the sound of piano music to Eden's chill out room.
She was draped over the instrument, lazily playing a slower version of a piece Sam barely recognised.
"You okay?" He asked, crouching down next to her and holding out the glass.
"I feel like I've failed him..." She muttered, her fingers stopping their movements.
"You haven't failed him, Eden... An innocent was bound to get caught in the crossfire sooner or later, it was inevitable." Sam sighed, placing the glass down on his knee.
"But that's exactly my point." Eden countered. "I was so focused on training him to master his abilities for situations exactly like today, but I never thought to focus on the emotional repercussions of accidents. I don't do guilt or remorse, you know this. Not often, at least."
"Then, surely, that should've been down to me." Sam replied. "Because I've got plenty of it."
"No. It was Pigeon and I who were supposed to raise him. With him dead, I had to do it all on my own and I was prepared for that - or I thought I was." She shook her head.
Sam sighed heavily.
"You and me? We're partners. You don't have to do anything alone. Especially not raising a kid."
"That's just it, though..." Eden let out a breathy chuckle, devoid of humour. "I clearly can't handle Jack, so how am I going to deal with a child of our own? They'll be Nephilim too, Sam. I feel the need to say, since we haven't properly spoken about it yet. Not just that, they'll be Dark Nephilim."
"I think we've established that the 'Dark' part of your name doesn't mean anything. You're not dark, our kids won't be and neither will Jack. So, stop beating yourself up, drink this and come to bed. We'll work on finding Jack in the morning." Sam said, holding up the glass of blood again.
Eden pushed his hand away.
"I'm not hungry. Or tired." She mumbled.
The Winchester sighed again, placing the glass down on the edge of the piano.
"Well, in case you do, that'll be there and I'll be waiting." He said, getting up.
He leaned down, kissing her hair before leaving the room, taking one last glance at her before he walked towards the bedroom.

The week strung out with no sign of the Nephilim.
Castiel had gone to seek help from the Angels and, with nothing else available for them to do, the Winchesters had continued their lives hunting.
Eden had been zapping here and there, searching everywhere she could think of for, at the very least, a sense of Jack being there.
Every day that passed, she always ended up back on Howland Island with the hopes that he'd eventually find his way there - back to their spot.
She looked out onto the horizon, watching the sun sink into the sea.
Just as the last glimpse of the star disappeared, an overwhelming sense of dread overcame her. Eden felt the shivers crawl up her spine like cockroaches, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Nausea soon joined the club, washing over her to the point she hunched over, clutching her stomach.
"Oh, God..." She whispered.
Eden's phone began to ring in her pocket. She pulled it out, seeing 'Impala 2' light up the screen.
"Sam." She choked out.
"Eden, what's wrong?" She could hear his concern through the speaker.
"I don't know." She replied just as the nausea calmed down a little. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Why'd you call? Is it Jack?"
"No, we have someone at the Bunker we need you for."
"Consider me there." As she uttered the last word, she appeared in front of him, hanging up the phone.
Sam pointed behind her.
Eden spun around, her eyes widening at what she saw.
"You're supposed to be dead."
"Yes, that seems to be the running comment around here." A rather beaten up Ketch sighed, adjusting himself in the chair he was tied to.
"He claims he's not Arthur Ketch, but Alexander." Dean explained. "We were hoping you could provide us with some proof of that."
Eden looked down at the man, who looked straight back up at her. She noticed the lack of a cross tattoo on his right hand, her mind running wild with questions.
She approached him, standing behind him.
"Hopefully, this hurts." She told him.
Eden placed the tips of her index and middle fingers on the man's temples and closed her eyes.
Ketch's head jolted back as she delved deep into his memories.
"Don't tell them." The three words filled her mind accompanying the images of his past.
Eden's eyes opened as she took her fingers away, stepping around him.
"Boys, could you leave us a moment, please?" She asked.
"Why?" Dean scoffed. "Is it him or not?"
Eden gave him a warning glare. Sam tapped his brother's arm, signalling for them to leave the room.
"Why don't you want them to know you're alive?" She asked once they were out of earshot.
"Because I have a plan and I don't need them mucking it up." Ketch huffed. "There's a time and a place for pleasantries, but for now, I need discretion. Can I rely on you for that?"
"Why should I? You've done nothing to earn my trust." Eden glared, crossing her arms.
"Because my mission will directly impact your boys should it fail." The man replied.
"How so?"
"I can't tell you."
Eden rolled her eyes.
"Don't make me mind-sweep you again to get specifics, Ketch."
"Like I say, you'll just have to trust me."
"You know, if you make me do it again, your mind will probably turn to custard. You really think you could beat death twice? Because I'd be happy to lead you to the nearest Reaper." Eden shrugged, moving towards him.
"Alright! Alright." Ketch protested. "Rowena gave me a resurrection spell in exchange for leaving her out of all British Men of Letters business. That's how I survived Mary's bullet to the head. I've been trying to look for her for another ever since, whilst playing American Hunter in the meantime."
"Why have you been looking for her?" Eden pressed.
When the man didn't say anything, she took another step towards him.
"Because!" He flinched. "I need to speak with her. That's all. But, please, don't tell the Winchesters I'm Arthur. They'll shoot me on sight."
"Probably because you slept with and then brain washed their mother into becoming your puppet and tried to kill them and every other Hunter in the country." The Dark Angel retorted, crouching down in front of him. "Let me remind you of my job back in the British Men of Letters days. I hunted, I tortured, I executed. And I was good at it. So, please, give me one reason as to why I should put my neck out to keep your secret from those I love as opposed to burying myself deep inside your brain until it liquefies?"
"Because it might just save their lives." He said. "I can help with the Nephilim."
Eden's brows raised.
"How on Earth could you possibly know about that?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Asmodeus."
Again, her brows raised as she rose to her feet and took a step back.
The brothers walked back in.
"So did you find anything?" Dean asked.
Eden's gaze remained on Ketch as he mouthed 'please'.
"Nothing useful. Looks like he's had some pretty decent mental training." She replied.
"Yeah, that'll be the British Men of Letters' Academy; Kendrick's. According to their records, both Arthur and Alexander spent their time there." Sam sighed. "Thanks for trying anyway."
He walked up to her, kissing her hairline. Eden instantly felt awful for lying to them.
"Right, well, I'm going to go get myself some blood. I'll be back in a bit. Don't hold back on my account." She mumbled, quickly making her exit with one last glared glance to their prisoner.

Eden sat at the table in the kitchen, sipping her blood, listening in on the conversation between Sam and Ketch as she glared at the wall in front of her.
She heard how 'Alexander Ketch' told Sam that 'his brother' would express remorse for what he'd done to Mary and the brothers.
As she listened in, she thought back to the island. That feeling of dread followed by nausea. She knew something had to have caused that - something big.
"Vampy Pants..." Dean's voice echoed in her mind. "Eden!"
Eden jumped, spilling her blood all over the table.
"Oh, bloody hell..." She hissed.
"Are you okay?" Dean frowned, grabbing her a cloth. "You were miles away."
"Yes... I'm fine."
"You sure?" The older brother pressed.
"I said I'm fine." Eden snapped, wiping down the table. She took a staggered breath to calm herself before she continued. "Did you need me for something?"
"Just got a call from the motel we were at last week for the Ghoul case. One of their clerks has gone missing and someone was there asking questions about Jack."
"Who?"
"Going by the description? Asmodeus."
"I swear, if I hear that name one more time today..." She grumbled, moving over to the sink to wash the cloth off. "You think he's looking for him again?"
"Would you give up so easy after you got so close the last time?" Dean countered.
"Suppose not..." Eden mumbled.

She wandered out to the library after finishing cleaning up the blood, where Sam was sat at the table with his laptop in front of him and Ketch was in chains, eating a sandwich.
"What the hell is he doing walking around?" She asked.
"Oh great, someone finally on the same page as me." Dean waved a hand in her direction.
Sam sighed.
"You let him out?" Eden frowned at the younger brother.
"There's no bathroom in the armoury and he hasn't eaten." He repeated the words he'd said to Dean earlier.
"I don't care if he wastes away and pisses his loins!" Eden protested, earning another wave of the hand from Dean in agreement as he pulled out his phone.
"Would you put him back?" He huffed.
Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop and getting up.
"Cas, any news on Jack? We need to find him fast." The older brother spoke into his phone.
"Nothing yet but, interesting things are happening, we-"
"What?"
"Yes, I would like to see you too. The sooner the better." Castiel said quickly before the phone went dead.
"You two finally becoming official or something?" Eden smirked.
"Shut up." Dean huffed, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"What's up?" Sam asked.
"Something didn't seem right." He replied. "Eden, can you go see what that was? We'll meet you there."
"Go here, Eden, bury yourself into the brain of this Brit, Eden, go play fetch with the Angel, Eden..." The Dark Angel uttered. "Yes, yes, of course I will. Anything for you, Dean."
As she disappeared, Dean frowned to his brother.
"She seem off to you today?" He asked. "Earlier she jumped so hard she spilled her blood. Plus what she was like when she first got back here..."
"You know what she's like." Sam shrugged. "She's like you. You have to force her to talk about her feelings half the time. I'd say she's just stressed about Jack, but earlier, on the phone, she sounded like she was gunna puke or something."
"Mood swings, puking... Ha. Maybe she's pregnant." Dean chuckled. Sam's expression relaxed into a resting bitch face. "Oh, come on! I was joking!"