A/N: Picture above is Nala!
I hope you enjoy the chapter.
- Rayna xoxo

"Baby?" Sam called down the hall, bringing Eden out of her sleep.
"Bold move, waking me like this, Winchester." She groaned as he walked through the bedroom door. "Might I remind you of that time I shot Pigeon."
"Yeah, well, that's why I woke you up from out there. Besides, you'll wanna hear what I have to say." He replied, handing her a glass of blood. As she drank, she made a circular motion with her index and middle finger, urging him to go on. "We just got a call from a Demon. Don't know who it was, but they said they might have a way for us to track Jack."
Eden almost choked on her drink.
"Excuse me?" She wheezed. "We're trusting Demons now? Especially ones headed by Asmodeus?"
"A lead's a lead." He shrugged. "Interested?"
"Well, I tried to fillet their boss, so I'm probably not in any Demon's best books right now." Eden cocked a brow. "If you think it's something, then go and see. If it is, call me. I have my own trick up my sleeve I've been putting off trying."
Sam frowned, moving to sit by her legs on the bed.
"What is it?"
"Black magic." She replied. "Mixed with a little Enochian flare."
"Sounds... Dark." Sam looked at her sceptically.
"Well, the clue's in my name." Eden shrugged. "I'll try not to blow up the Bunker. Go see what Demon minion number five wants."
"Yeah, okay." Sam nodded, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Good luck."
"You too."

With her wings still a little worse for wear from the fight with Asmodeus, Eden went to the garage, smiling at what she saw when she turned on the lights.
"Hello, gorgeous." She hummed, running her fingers along the hood of her Camaro. "It's been a while."
She climbed into the driver's seat, running her hands along the smooth, black steering wheel. She leaned down, placing her forehead on it as she always used to when in deep thought or generally annoyed or upset.
"God, I've missed you." She whispered, her eyes falling closed as her muscle memory took hold and her fingers slipped the key into the ignition.
The engine roared into life, the deep rumble of the V8 echoing throughout the cavernous room and soon enough, she was off to collect her ingredients.

"Father?" She called out. "Father Costanello?"
Eden walked down the centre aisle of the church, her boots giving off a low, echoed tap with every step and the ice box in her right hand slapped against her leg every so often.
A man of the cloth appeared from behind the organ on the left hand side of the building - a Hispanic man in his late eighties.
"Elizabeth! My God, it must've been-"
"Twenty-three years since we last saw each other." Eden smiled, bringing the man in for a hug. "It's good to see you again."
"Eternal youth still has its blessings, I see. This old man's memory must be slipping, it served your beauty no justice." Father Costanello replied. "Though, you seem different in more ways than that."
"Biggest identity crisis in the history of the Human race." Eden smirked. "I'll explain everything, I promise."
"Of course." The Father nodded. "Where is the man you were with last time I saw you? The Winchester."
"John... Died just over ten years ago." She replied, saddening. "Though, I've taken his boys under my wing. They're fine Hunters."
"So I've heard. I'm sorry for your loss." Father Costanello bowed his head. "I see it's done you rather well, though." He pointed a crooked finger down at the girl's engagement ring.
"I suppose some good has come out of the tragedy, yes." Eden chuckled, spinning the ring on her finger.
"I trust this isn't a social call, dearest one."
"No, I'm afraid not. You were the only priest I could think of who remained alive since my days with... You know what." Eden cocked a brow, earning a knowing nod from the man. She motioned down to the ice box in her hand. "I'm trying to look for someone very close to me and I need a spell to do that - more importantly, I need sanctified blood. Would you be able to help me?"
"I see." The Father gave another nod. "Still up to your old tricks, as always, then?"
Eden gave a small giggle.
"I have His blessing, if that's what worries you." She said, looking up to the statue of Jesus on the cross behind him. "But, that's a story for another time, I think."
"Of course. Follow me, dearest one." Father Costanello turned, walking at his slow, old-aged pace towards his office at the rear of the church.

After explaining everything that had happened to her in the last few years, earning more than a few cross motions on the Father's body, he sat in the chair at his desk with a pensive look.
"My, my. You have been through an ordeal." He sighed. "So... Eden now, yes? I can safely say that you are the most Holy and most Unholy creature to ever step foot in my church. And with God's blessing from His own lips, I'm not quite sure what to make of all of this. A Nephilim boy, you say?"
"Yes. It's imperative that I find him as soon as possible. He was under my charge and something happened. He was distraught and... He needs to be found before the Demon Prince of Hell; Asmodeus finds him first." Eden explained.
"I see..." Father Costanello sighed. "Hand that over, would you, dearest one?"
He pointed to the ice box now sat on the floor next to the chair Eden was sat in. She opened it, pulling out a blood bag, handing it to the man.
He held it in an upturned palm, placing his other hand over the top of it and began his blessing, uttering a passage in Latin.
He handed it back over with a small smile once he was done.
"I hope it serves you well. I would be eager to meet this... Jack, when you find him."
"I never mentioned his name." Eden gave an amused frown. The man chuckled, tapping his nose, causing a smile to appear on the girl's face. "Thank you, Marco. If I get the chance, I'll be sure to bring him around soon."
"I know you will, child. Ensure your next visit isn't another twenty-three years." He cocked a salt and pepper, bushy brow, accentuating the wrinkles on his forehead.
Eden placed the blood bag back into the ice box, walking around Father Costanello's desk to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I won't forget this." She uttered, walking away with the ice box in hand.
"I know you won't!" He called after her.

"Well, we saved somebody, that felt good." Dean's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah it did. But, we're back to square one with Jack." Sam sighed.
"Hold your ever-sexy tongues, for I hath returned." Eden spread her arms wide as she side-stepped into their view in the kitchen doorway.
The boys were sat at the table, wearing equal frowns, beer bottles in hand.
"You didn't fail as bad as we did?" Dean asked.
"No, I did not. I also saved the coolest bit for last just so you boys had a bit of a show." She smirked, moving towards the kitchen counter to place the ice box down. "Follow me, oh, gorgeous ones."
The boys glanced to each other before getting up, following the Dark Angel towards the War room.

Outside the Bunker in the glow of the moonlight, Eden knelt down on the floor with the boys behind her, watching inquisitively as she buried her fingers into the dirt.
She closed her eyes and began to whisper something that certainly wasn't English. Dean's head shot up, squinting as he looked into the darkness in search for whatever caused the rustling noise he'd heard.
"Is that a..." He trailed off when he saw it, his eyes going wide.
The all-too-familiar hissing sound followed by the tormenting rattle gave him his answer.
"Oh, Hell no, I'm out." Dean held up his hands, heading back towards the Bunker door.
Eden smiled as the Timber Rattlesnake slithered up her arm, wrapping itself calmly over her shoulders.
"Come on, little one." She whispered, getting to her feet and brushing the dirt off her hand.
She looked to Sam, who just stood there in awe.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing..." He blinked a few times, shaking his head out of its trance-like state. "I've just... Never seen you do that before."
"Thought you might enjoy it." Eden smirked, shifting the shoulder with the Rattlesnake's head closer to him. "Would you like to say 'hello?'"
Sam recoiled a bit.
"You realise that's a venomous snake, right?"
"I should hope so, otherwise the spell wouldn't work." She shrugged. "She won't bite you. She senses how I feel about you."
The Winchester frowned, a small smile peaking on his lips.
"That's... Weirdly endearing." He chuckled, slowly putting his hand out. "What do I do?"
"Let her get your scent, then just a little tickle under the chin. Make sure she can see where your hand is at all times and she won't get spooked." Eden instructed.
Sam nodded, hesitantly putting the side of his index finger to the snake's snout. She approached it, flicking her tongue across his calloused, battle-worn skin. He gave a small smile, wiggling his finger against her scales a little.
The snake tilted her head into his touch, flicking her tongue happily.
"She likes you." Eden smiled, running her fingers along the creature's tail on her other shoulder.
"What exactly are you planning on doing with her?" Sam frowned, taking his hand away.
The snake slithered back down Eden's arm a little, trying to chase Sam's hand for more attention.
The pair shared a hushed laugh at the sight.
"I only need a little bit of blood and a few drops of venom from her. She's more than happy to share for me." Eden replied, making kissy faces to the animal as it rubbed the side of its snout between her chin and bottom lip.
"And then what? I'm not sure Dean would let you keep her." Sam chuckled.
"Dean can eat me. It's been far too long since I've had one of my babies to take care of." She replied, still too focused on the snake to look at him. "Think of her as pest control. I know Dean's more than tired of finding his socks chewed through by rats and whatnot... I think I'll call her Nala."
"Nala?" The Winchester pressed.
"It's 'Vampire' in Aramaic." Eden smirked, finally looking up at him.
Sam gave an affirming nod, motioning to go back inside.
"I like it."

"Nuh-uh, that thing ain't comin' in here." Dean waved his hand, marching over towards the stairs as the pair descended.
"Sorry, she's kinda claimed Eden as her own." Sam shrugged.
"You're such a baby, Dean." Eden rolled her eyes. "I need her for the spell, anyway, so put on your big boy pants and suck it up."
"It's a venomous freakin' snake!" The older brother protested.
"And Sam's a Hunter, I'm an Angel of Darkness and you're a dumbass. I'm glad we've cleared that up. Now, if you'll excuse me, Nala and I have a Nephilim to find." Eden stuck up her nose, walking towards the kitchen to grab the ice box.

In the library, Eden placed a large copper bowl down on the table as Sam followed suit with jars of various herbs, Jack's comb and a world map.
"You really think this'll work?" He asked.
"If it doesn't, I'm going to be pissed." Eden mumbled. "So there's your warning for that."
Sam nodded, watching her open the ice box, retrieving the blood Father Costanello had blessed for her.
Nala slipped down Eden's arm, onto the table, lifting her head as to wait instruction.
The creature and Sam watched intently as Eden selected the right herbs, sprinkling the right amounts in one at a time before adding a strand of Jack's hair from his comb and the blessed blood. She licked a little residue off her finger, saving some for Nala, who lapped it up gratefully.
"You're gunna give her a taste for Human." Sam chuckled, crossing his arms.
"She knows who to eat and who not to eat." Eden smirked, glancing up at him through her lashes.
She then uttered something to the snake, who turned her head, opened her mouth and pricked between her scales with one of her fangs. The creature lifted its tail over the bowl, wiggling a little until a drop of blood fell into the bowl.
Finally, Nala slithered up to the edge of the bowl and opened her mouth once more, spraying some venom from her fangs into the mixture.
"Good girl." Eden hummed, tickling the snake under her chin.
"You met that snake two friggin' minutes ago and it's already bleeding for you." Dean grumbled from the corner of the room, watching with a cautious frown on his face.
"I know... It took a whole other universe jump before either of you two bled for me. I must be getting better." Eden sighed, smiling at the memory.
She hovered her hand over the bowl and closed her eyes, focusing her energy. After uttering a few words in her serpent tongue, her black smoke filled the bowl and dissipated as fast as it had appeared.
"Right." She huffed, setting the bowl aside to pull out the world map. "If he's anywhere on Earth, it'll show up here."
She laid it out, then dipped her finger into the bowl, letting the bloody mixture coat her fingertip before she allowed a drop to land on the centre of the map.
Nala slithered back up her arm, settling around the Dark Angel's neck like a necklace.
Eden stroked her scales as the brothers leaned in to see the map.
At another non-English word from the girl, the droplet of blood began to move, sliding towards the US.
"Well, at least he's in the country." Dean commented.
Eventually, the blood drop stopped.
"North Dakota." Eden raised her brows.
"I'll go check state news." Sam said, grabbing his laptop.
"You can do it in the car. We're leaving in five minutes." Dean sprang into action, headed towards the bedrooms. "You're not bringing the snake!"
Eden frowned, petting the animal on her shoulder.
"He'll warm to you eventually." She whispered, earning a tiny hiss from the creature.

"Here's something. Artist in Bismarck was just found dead with his eyes burned out. Girlfriend pegged a witness at the scene and..." Sam trailed off, scrolling down the article he'd found. His eyebrows raised as he turned the laptop to Dean and Eden. On the screen was a sketch artist's drawing of the witness.
"Oh my God... It's Jack." Eden gasped. "What the bloody hell's he doing?"
"Only one way to find out." Dean replied, stepping on the gas.

After they'd gotten changed and arrived at the scene, the artist's girlfriend was waiting for them.
"Hi, I'm Agent Sacks, these are my partners Agents Hetfield and Ulrich. We're very sorry for your loss." Eden gave a sympathetic smile.
The young blonde woman nodded, leading them inside.
"We were wondering if you could confirm something for us." Sam spoke up, taking a CCTV photo of Jack from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
"That's him. Said his name was Jack - said he was a buyer." The girlfriend said.
"A buyer?" Sam questioned. The woman gestured to the paintings surrounding the room she'd led them in to. "Oh."
"Some freaky stuff here." Dean commented, looking around at the artwork. "Think Derek had quite the imagination."
"He hated that word." The girlfriend gave a sad, breathy chuckle.
"What? Freaky?" Sam pressed.
"Imagination." She replied. "He liked to think of his art more as reportage."
"Reportage?" The younger brother repeated. "Reportage from where?"
"From the places he'd visit." The woman told him. "Derek was a Dreamwalker."
"I'm sorry, come again?" Eden's brows raised.
"A Dreamwalker is-"
"No, sorry, I know what a Dreamwalker is, I was just under the impression they'd died out a century ago." The Dark Angel scoffed with disbelief.
"Guys." Dean grabbed their attention, motioning to a particular painting.
It was of a grey, dreary place with tall metal spires protruding from sand.
"Uh, thank you for your time." Sam gave an uneasy smile, touching Eden's back to lead her out of the building.
"What was that?" She asked, opening the rear door to the Impala.
"That was Apocalypse world." Sam replied.
Eden's brows raised yet again.

Whilst Dean went on a coffee run, Sam was looking through their father's journal, recalling seeing a passage on Dreamwalkers before.
"So, dad's lore on Dreamwalking is pretty inconsistent. There's numerous stories about it across-"
"Sam," Dean interrupted him. "We gunna talk about it?"
"What?"
"You saw that painting."
"Yeah..." Sam mumbled.
"And?" Dean pressed. "Well, it looks like Jack gave up on us and he's looking for daddy."
"Oh, piss off, Dean." Eden scowled, leaning back in her seat. "Not with this crap again."
"A guy is dead." The older brother retorted. "Look, I hate this too, but, we've gotta be prepared."
"To kill him." Sam sighed.
"You can't seriously be agreeing with this?" Eden tried her best to not glare at Sam, but knew she most likely failed.
"What?" Sam scoffed, looking back at her. "No, no, of course not. I don't want to kill Jack, you know I care about him. We just need to know what he's up to before we go making rash decisions."
"This isn't an 'I told you so.' Okay? I actually like the kid, I do. But we're in worse-case scenario land, here." The older brother said.
"We need more information." Sam huffed. "I mean, we've gotta figure out what Jack wanted - how Dreamwalking even works."
"Okay, so let's go to a reservation, let's talk to a Chief or a Tribe Leader." Dean shrugged.
"Or... We talk to a Dreamwalker." The younger brother suggested. "I hacked into Derek's email, he's been corresponding with another Dreamwalker for months - a girl named Kaia Nieves. He'd even tried to coach her, to teach her how to control her power."
"Alright. Where is she?" Dean asked.
"Mental hospital. Not far from here."
"Great..." The older brother huffed, firing up the engine.
"Do you boys seriously not understand what he's trying to do here? The Dreamwalkers, that painting..." Eden frowned. The brothers looked back at her, urging her to go on. "He's trying his best to make up for his mistake. He feels he's let us down, so he's doing the only thing he can think of that he knows will please you. He's not looking for Lucifer. He's looking for your mother."
Sam and Dean glanced to one another.
"Well, then, if that's the case, then we'd better go help him. Which means finding him before he Kentucky fries anyone else." Dean replied.