The week passed far quicker than either celestial being would've liked and, soon enough, they were back in the Bunker.
Dean had been in the War room when they returned. Eden didn't even look at him. She simply looked back at Jack, gave a nod of her head towards the bedrooms and walked on.
"Hello, Dean." Jack said with a polite smile.
"Uh, yeah. Hi." Dean mumbled, only looking up at him for half a second.
Back in her and Sam's room after settling Jack back into his, Eden whipped out her phone, texting Sam.
Eden: We're back. Where are you?
Impala 2: Just picking up some breakfast. Back in five.

Eden had stayed in the bedroom until Sam got back, listening to Jack play a video game on Sam's laptop in his room through the walls.
Before Sam came in to see her, he stopped in with Jack first, asking about the trip. Jack had gushed about it, happily, but then things grew quiet. That was when Jack admitted to over-hearing their conversation the previous week.
Sam had sat down with him and told him about Mary being stuck in the apocalypse world, making a point to add that he cared about the Nephilim irrespective of whether or not he could bring Mary back.
Jack then went on to talk about Dean wanting to kill him. Sam had reassured him that he and Eden would never let that happen, then talked him into going on a case with them.

"Hey. Welcome home." Sam smiled, walking into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
"Hey. How was your week?" Eden asked, speed-reading through a page in her 'Complete works of Shakespeare' book.
"Yeah, it was okay. I heard your's was pretty eventful. Disneyland? Really?" The Winchester chuckled, moving to sit down next to her.
Eden looked over her book at him.
"Everyone needs to experience Disneyland at least once in their life - no matter how young or old you may be. Although, not everyone gets an actual ghost hunt like my first time." She frowned at the memory. "I heard you were thinking of taking Squab on his first case."
"Yeah, I thought, if he wanted to get on better terms with Dean, he needed to show Dean what side he was on and that he could have our back just as much as you or Cas." Sam explained.
Eden simply nodded, her eyes falling back on the page in front of her.
"I think I might skip this one, if that's okay." She said after a moment.
"Really?" Sam frowned.
"If I go, I might just end up shooting your brother if he makes one more comment at Jack - I don't pretend to be an expert on relationships, but I'd say that would seal our fate pretty nicely. Besides, I think saying that you care about Jack and actually showing it to him by having his back are two very different things." Eden shrugged.
"You're his guardian. What if he needs you?" The Winchester pressed.
"Then he can zap over to me or you can text me and I'll zap over, myself."
Sam sighed, looking aimlessly around the room.
"Yeah, okay. I get it. I guess I'll see you when we get back, then." He nodded.
"I'll be here. Basking in the peace and quiet." She smirked, eyeing him under her lashes.
Sam chuckled, leaning down to kiss her before getting up and leaving the room.
As soon as she heard the Bunker door close, she let out a deep sigh, placing the book down in her lap.

The next day, Eden received a text message.
Impala 2: Need your help with something. Could help the case.
Eden sighed down at her phone, zapping out of her piano room.
She landed outside of a sky blue house, converted into a family therapy centre.
"What am I needed for?" She asked, leaning against the Impala with her arms crossed.
"You're helping with our cover story." Sam explained. "Both victims have been here to see a grief councillor, then showed up dead at the hands of the person they're grieving."
"Who are we grieving?" Eden frowned.
"We're not. Bereavement isn't the only thing this shrink does." The Winchester replied.
"Well, I can see family therapy's one of them- " Eden cut herself off when she saw the sign. "Oh, no. We are not doing that." She whined.
"I'm not all peaches and cream about the idea, either, but here we are." Dean grumbled, earning a glare from the Dark Angel.
"Come on." Sam sighed, already walking down the path towards the house.

"Can I help you?" A short man with a light blue dress shirt, matching tie and glasses greeted them, struggling to keep a hold to the pile of files in his hands.
"Yeah, we're, uh, hoping to see the doctor." Sam replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but you've caught us right at the end of our day. Maybe tomorrow." The man said, placing the folders down on a desk next to him.
"No, today's good." Dean nodded. "Like, right now."
"He- uh, we just need a moment of her time." Sam interjected as a young African-American woman came down the stairs behind them.
"You've lost someone recently?" She asked.
"No-"
"My mother." Jack interrupted the older brother.
"Our mother. We're having a difficult time." Sam covered, motioning to the other two boys.
"Mia Vallens." She introduced, giving a sympathetic smile as she shook each of their hands.
"Dean." The older brother gave an awkward nod.
"This is our little brother Jack, I'm Sam and this is my fiancé; Eden." Sam shook her hand, gesturing to the other two respectively.
"Please, this way." Mia motioned for them to follow her into the back room through white double doors. "Your mother, she passed suddenly?"
"Uh, yeah." Sam replied.
The therapist hummed her acknowledgement.
"Most of the people I see are in the same boat." She said, sitting down in one of the pristine, white seating as the other four did. "No warning, no goodbye, no closure."
"Right, yeah, pretty much same for us." Sam nodded, taking Eden's hand as she sat next to him. "So... How does this usually work? You know, with your patients?"
"Usually they just start talking about the person they've lost." Mia waved her hands, addressing everyone in the room with a polite smile.
"Alright, well, mom was great and now she's dead." Dean said quickly, slapping his arm down on the back of the couch behind Eden, who rolled her eyes. "What's the deal with catharsis?"
"I'm sorry?" Mia frowned.
"We were wondering what that is." Sam interjected. "A patient of yours; Gloria Simon, she referred us, she's a family friend-"
"I don't talk about my patients and Gloria wasn't supposed to talk about me." The therapist smiled.
"Sure, um, got it. But your process-"
"My program is a range of things." Mia cut the younger brother off again. "Talk therapy, meditation... You ever journal?"
"Our dad did." Sam politely smiled as his brother scoffed.
"Dean?" Mia pressed. "You journal?"
"Ever since I was a little girl." Dean shook his head.
Mia gave a humourless chuckle.
"You think this 'shrink stuff' is a load of crap, am I right?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because we all agreed we'd give it a shot, right?" Sam looked around the room at the other three, earning a hesitant nod from Jack and Eden. "My brother, he's not processing his grief."
"Really?" Dean countered. "No, I'm good, actually, with death, closure, whole friggin' bottle of jack."
"Are you?" The younger brother looked to him as the genuine question left his lips.
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Because I know that mom is dead. And I know that she's not coming back."
"Okay, I hear what you're saying. I just wish-"
"You just wish he'd be more open to therapy." Mia cut Sam off.
"Sure, exactly."
"Alright." Dean groaned, leaning forward in his seat. "This is a 'safe place', right, doc?" The woman held her arms open, lowering her head to urge him on. "Kay. My brother's delusional."
"Dean..." Sam sighed.
"You said you wanted to give this a shot, right?" Dean countered. "Here we go. He won't even admit that mom's dead - won't even admit it."
"Stop." Sam mumbled.
"Because, if he admits it, then it's real. If it's real, then he has to deal with it. And he can't handle that." The older brother continued.
Sam released Eden's hand, turning towards her and Dean on the couch to address him. Eden sat back in the chair with her brows raised, feeling awfully caught in the middle.
"Right, because this is so easy for you, huh?"
"No, it's not easy." Dean scoffed.
"Yeah, but at least you had a relationship with mom! I mean, who did she always call? Who did she look to for everything? You had something with her I never had! And now I'm just supposed to accept that I never will have it?" Sam shouted.
Mia, Eden and Jack looked between the brothers.
Sam got up out of his seat, leaving the room.
"From an outsider perspective, would you say it's always been like this?" Mia asked Eden.
"Um, no... I'd say this is the most progress we've had in weeks." Eden replied, giving an awkward, crooked smile as she moved to get up. "Excuse me."

Sam was out in the main room getting a glass of water when she found him.
"Hey, you okay?" She frowned, touching his arm.
"I'm fine." He mumbled, sipping the water. "I just... This isn't what I had in mind."
"Right, you were hoping to get Dean, Jack and I on some vague sort of level basis." Eden nodded. "But that's not going to happen with mundane therapy and it's not where we've ended up. We've barely spoken about your mother since she went through that portal with Lucifer. I don't think she's dead either, like I told you last time, Lucifer gets bored too easily. He'll keep her around as his own personal play thing. But Dean, like many other things, doesn't understand this."
Sam was only half listening, he was looking over her at a privacy sign blocking the stairs behind her.
Eden turned around to follow his gaze.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked.
"Yep." She replied, popping the 'p'. "I'll keep the shrink distracted, you investigate?"
"Sounds good." Sam nodded, instantly walking towards it, separating from Eden as she went to re-enter the back room.

Inside, Dean was pulling out his flask, taking a swig, earning a look from the therapist.
"Problem?" He asked her.
"You just upset your brother so much he had to leave the room." Mia observed, holding a cup of green tea to her chest, turning to Eden. "Is he alright?"
"Yes, yeah, he's fine. He just needs some air." Eden replied, sitting back down where Sam had previously sat, as far away from Dean as she could manage.
The woman gave an understanding nod, turning back to Dean.
"And Jack? Look at him. He's terrified of you." She observed.
Eden and Dean looked over to the boy, who was sat frozen in the armchair opposite the older brother.
"Na. Na, we're simpatico, right kid?" Dean gave a ghostly hint of a smirk, earning an eye roll from Eden.
"We're simpatico." Jack repeated in an almost robotic tone.
"Convincing. What was that for, Eden?" Mia asked. "The eye roll. I'm sensing tension."
"Dean and I haven't been seeing eye to eye about Jack lately, that's all." The Dark Angel shrugged.
"You don't agree with Dean's behaviour around him?" The woman pressed.
"That's one way to put it." Eden mumbled.
"Care to elaborate on that?"
Eden side-eyed Dean, who watched her intently with an almost amused glint in his eye.
"I wouldn't want to speak out of turn." She replied.
"No, go on, Eden. Enlighten us all." The Winchester smirked.
"You're angry, Dean." Mia observed, adjusting her position in her armchair.
"And?"
"And if you don't wanna do anything about it, that's your business. But you're aiming it at everyone in your life." The woman retorted.
Sam burst into the room, his gun in hand.
"She's a Shapeshifter." He announced as everyone got out of their seats, Dean bringing out his own weapon.
"No, no!" The woman protested, holding her hands out defensively.
"I found hair, teeth. You must've shed your skin, what, a couple hours ago?" The younger brother continued.
"Here I thought she was just annoying." Dean uttered.
"What's going on?" Jack asked.
"Doc's a monster. She killed her patients." The older brother replied.
"No! No, no." She raised her voice, taking a deep breath. "I am what you say. But I have never killed anyone."
"Then what are you doing here?" Sam narrowed his eyes.
"I'm helping people. My patients. I shift into the person that they've lost so that they can see them one last time - so that they can say goodbye." Mia told them.
"Well, Wes Bailey, Gloria Simon, they're both dead." Dean said.
"What?" She looked genuinely surprised.
"Gloria was killed by her son - or at least, someone who looked like him." He continued.
"Three nights ago, Wes was killed by someone who looked like his dead wife." Sam added.
"So, you wanna tell us how you're innocent again?" Dean glowered.
Eden observed her reaction, frowning at what she saw.
"She is." She said. "She's innocent. She didn't do this."
"I know you guys are Hunters, but please, I am telling you the truth. I didn't kill my patients, I help them." Mia begged.
"Okay. Well, if you're not doing this, who is?" Sam demanded, lowering his gun as Dean did.
"Oh, God, I think I know." The woman frowned, running over to a set of white drawers behind her armchair, pulling out an ivory coloured box. She opened it, approaching them, pulling out a photo and handing it to Eden.
It was of a Caucasian man with dark hair, wearing a white t-shirt.
"His name's Buddy. When we got together, I was young and stupid. He's a Shifter, like me - the only one I'd ever met other than my mother." She explained. "But, he liked hurting people."
"Did he hurt you?" Jack spoke up.
Mia nodded, closing the box in her hands.
"I left. Changed my face, my name. Buddy wouldn't just kill people. He'd ruin their lives. He said he liked to see the look on their face when they realised they had nothing left."
"Just your regular, homicidal psychopath, then." Eden shrugged. "Joy."
"What I'm doing here," Mia shook her head. "I know it can't make up for what he- what we did, but I'm trying."
"If Buddy's doing this, he's targeting your patients." Sam sighed. "So, who else has access to this office, your notes, your appointments?"
"Patients and staff are in here all day." Mia replied.
"Pick one." Dean uttered.
Mia took a deep breath, looking up in thought.
"Uh... Tom; my assistant."
"I'll check it out." The older brother said.
"I'll come with." Jack offered.
"Uh..." Dean paused. Sam cleared his throat, earning a glance from his sibling. "Fine. Whatever."
He walked out, Jack scampering along behind him.
"Wow... That week away worked, then." Eden's brows raised.
"I'm really glad you're back." Sam sighed, offering her a small, hesitant smile.

After researching on their end and receiving a call from Dean to say it wasn't her assistant, they were stuck.
"So, how exactly does this work? I mean, you show up as their dead relative and then... What?" Sam asked, his gaze not leaving the therapist's laptop as he scanned through CCTV footage.
"Honestly? They don't really care. They chalk it up to hypnotism, a lucid dream, they explain it away because, in the end, they get to say goodbye." Mia shrugged.
"And that works?" Sam hummed.
"People... We're hard-wired to want closure, you know?" The woman observed Sam and Eden's reactions. "You never got a chance to say goodbye either, did you?" When Sam didn't say anything, she turned to Eden. "Who did you lose?"
Eden gave a breathy, humourless chuckle.
"If I made you a list, we'd probably be here until the sun exploded. I'm barely exaggerating." She replied.
"Who was the first to come to mind?" Mia pressed.
"My oldest friend, Alexander." Eden sighed.
"Woah, woah. Check this out." Sam interrupted.
He played back a video of when the four of them first arrived. Jack had said hello to a bald, Caucasian man with a brown goatee, who was just leaving.
"There. Who's that?" He asked.
"That's John Driscoll." Mia replied. "I only started seeing him a few weeks ago."
The man's eyes lit up for the camera, a sure sign that he was a Shifter.
"Can you pull up his records? I'll be able to trace his phone." Sam said.
"Uh, yeah." Mia nodded, getting up from her seat next to Sam to go over to her drawers.
She pulled out the right file and handed it to Eden, who scanned through it.
"Here we go." She hummed, reading out the number for Sam, who typed it into the software on his laptop.
"Got it." He said after a few moments. He looked up at Mia. "Can I borrow your car? We can finish this."
Mia nodded, moving over to her desk to grab her keys for him.

They got to Driscoll's house and rammed through the door, guns pointed.
Sam gestured over to the left side of the house, also motioning that he was going right. Eden nodded, making her way through the building.
They met in the kitchen at the back of the house, seeing Driscoll's dismantled skin suit on the floor.
"Damn it..." Sam huffed, shoving his gun into his belt.
"He could be anywhere by now." Eden groaned.
"No, if he's shifted, it's because he thinks someone's onto him." Sam shook his head.
"We need to get back to Mia." The Dark Angel's brows raised.
Sam pulled out his phone as they exited the house, phoning Dean.
"Hey, what's up?" The older brother answered.
"Hey, we were too late. Shifter's already gone, Driscoll's dead." Sam told him.
"Damn it... Well, alright. Get back here." The older brother huffed.
"Yeah, on our way." Sam said, hanging up the phone.
They got into the car, speeding off into the night as fast as they could.

The pair got out of the car, jogging up to the front door, letting themselves in.
"Sam, wait." Eden gasped, grabbing his arm, stopping him from walking any further.
"What? What is it?" He asked.
"Four heartbeats." She said. "There's four people in there."
"You thinkin' it's Buddy?"
Eden nodded.
They pulled out their guns, filled with silver bullets.
"Sam! We're in here!" Dean's voice called.
They slowly opened one of the double doors when the room lit up with a glow like the midday sun. Jack, on the floor with golden eyes, had his hand out in the direction of Mia, who was in Buddy's one-armed grasp, Dean's gun in the other pointed straight for them.
Eden's eyes widened as she went to pull Sam out of the firing line.
Time slowed as Buddy fired the gun, his body floating in mid-air. Jack tracked the bullet, putting his other hand out.
The bullet turned, grazing Eden's right shoulder as Buddy flew back into the far corner of the room.
"Ow." Eden frowned, looking down at the blood dripping down her bare arm.
Sam pulled out his gun as Buddy got to his feet. The Winchester fired, getting a chest shot in. As Buddy fell back against the wall, his finger pulled on the trigger, shooting a bullet into the ceiling as his last breath left him.
"Jack?" Eden breathed, running to fall to her knees at his side. The boy panted, his eyes closed. "It's okay. You did it. You did so good."
She pulled him by the back of the neck into a hug as Sam moved over to check on Dean, who was cuffed next to the Nephilim, unconscious.

The older brother didn't wake up until the sun was peaking in through the window.
They gathered their things as soon as they knew he was okay.
"You sure about this?" He asked.
They watched as Mia crouched down at Buddy's side.
"What Buddy did, it was my fault." She sighed, getting up again. "I should've... You guys can go. I'll take care of him. I just... I just wanted to help people."
"You do." Jack told her.
She gave a small smile, watching them walk away.

Sam and Eden were reading in the library when Dean came in with a beer each and a glass of blood.
"Listen, back there... I was out of line. I'm sorry to both of you for being a dick lately." He sighed, perching on the table, facing away from them.
"Thanks." Sam uttered.
"Thank you." Eden glanced to the younger brother, who looked back.
"You know, maybe you two were right, about the kid. He tries, I'll give him that." Dean continued. "And he tapped his powers, saved our ass. So, that's a win. You did good with him, Vampy Pants."
"Thank you." Eden repeated.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam sighed, clearly having something on his mind.
"What's up?" The older brother asked.
"What if you're right? About mom." The younger uttered. "What if she really is dead and I'm just in denial?"
"Don't say that." Dean shook his head.
"What?" Sam frowned. "You've been wanting me to admit that since it happened."
"I know I have. But, don't say that. I need you to keep the faith... For both of us. 'Cause right now, I... I know I don't believe in a damn thing." Dean replied.
Sam glanced to Eden again.
"Okay." He said. "Eden, tell him your thoughts."
"He's already heard my thoughts." She frowned.
"Yeah, when he was a mess and not thinking straight. Tell him again."
Eden sighed, clearing her throat as she adjusted her position in her chair. Dean turned around to face her, his brows knitted together with curiosity.
"I don't think Lucifer killed your mother." She said. "He hates being alone too much. He's likely stringing her along, whether it be by a threat or a promise or whatever. If that's the case, then all we need to do is get that door open and find her."
Dean nodded.
"If that's what you think. You know him best. That's good enough for me."