Dean sits on the hood of the Impala, playing with the apple after I handed it to him, then Sam approaches. "Paramedics picked up Cinderella." He saidm "That's good." Dean said and he tosses the apple to me. "So...Little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, fairy tale girl?" Dean asked me and I scoffs. "Yeah, it's Snow White." I replied.

"Snow White? Ah I saw that movie. Oh the porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother? Woo, she was wicked." Dean said as he grins and I let out a noise of disapproval. "There is a wicked Stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple." I explained.

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?" Dean asked. "No. Puts her into a deep sleep, so deep it's almost like she's dead." I said as we get into the Impala.

"No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls." The nurse told us after we arrive back at the hospital. "You sure?" Sam asked. "Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well...Callie. She's been around since before I started here." The nurse replied.

"Callie?" Dean asked. "Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison he just won't give up on her." The nurse said. "Is Callie one of his patients?" I asked her. "No. His daughter." She said

We arrive at Callie Garrison's room and stop outside the doorway. We watch as Dr. Garrison reads to Callie. "...and the Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf. So the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly."

I glance at the boys just as Dr. Gareison notices us. He puts down the book, gets up and walks to us. "Detectives. Can I help you?" He asked us after he clears his throat. "We just...heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean said. "And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam said and Garrison nods. "Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me." He said and he walks out in the hallway. 

"Oh, heading this way? We'll walk with you." Dean said as we follow him. "How long's Callie been like that?" I asked him and Garrison looks at us. "We don't mean to intrude, we can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this." Sam said. "It's not easy. She's uh, been here since she was eight years old." Garrison said.

"That's when she was poisoned?" Sam asked. "Yes. Swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call." Garrison said. "You're wife was uh, was that Callie's stepmother?" I asked and Garrison stops walking and looks at me.

"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?" He asked and I shrug. "Lucky guess." I said. "Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and uh, it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I got left." Garrison said then he pauses before he continues. "Uhm, excuse me I gotta get back to work." He said and he walks away.

"Well you're right. It's Snow White in spades." Dean said to me. "Yep. Step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?" I asked them. "Could be like Mischa Barton. Sixth Sense not the O.C." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "What?" Sam asked. "Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thing you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?" Dean said.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah, uh, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy." Sam said. "Huh, could be." I said. "So say all these years Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?" Dean asked as we walk down the reception. "And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out." Sam said.

"Right. Meanwhile she has to listen to dad tell her these deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady, it's enough to drive anybody nuts." I said. "OK, but how are we gonna stop her, I mean Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive." Sam said. "It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones." Dean said. "You think?" I asked when a voice shouts.

"Coming in!"

The emergency doors open and we watch as EMTs bring in an old woman on a stretcher. "OK, what's her status?" A doctor asked. "Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia." One of the EMT said. 

"Is that a bite?" A doctor asked as he looks over the woman. "Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?" The EMT said and Dean turns to me. "What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?" He asked me. "Little Red Riding Hood." I replied just as we see a cover is thrown over the woman.

"Excuse me." Sam said as we show our badges to the EMT. "Was she the only victim?" Sam asked. "She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone." The EMT said. "We need to find her next of kin." Dean said. "Yeah, she has a granddaughter." The EMT said.

"Do you have an address?" I asked and the EMT hands a sheet of paper to me. "Thank you." I said then Dean takes the paper out of my hand.

"Hey, you guys find a way to stop Callie, all right?" Dean said. "What about you?" I asked Dean. "I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf." Dean said then he pauses. "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said." He said and he walks way while Sam and I stare after him.

Sam and I search the corridors until we spot Garrison. "Dr. Garrison! We need to speak with you." Sam said and he comes up to us. "Detectives. What can I do for you?" He asked. "Well, uhm. It's about Callie." I said. "My daughter? What about her?" Garrison asked.

"You know maybe, maybe could sit down for a minute?" Sam said but Garrison starts to get annoyed. "No. What about her?" He asked. "'Kay. Well um. All right Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident." I said to him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. "I'm sorry, but it's true." I said. "You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He growls then he turns and walks away, Sam and I follow. "There are things you don't know Doctor, about your wife." Sam said to him. "My wife?" He said, confused.

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie." I said and Garrison stops and turns back to me and Sam. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?" He asked, upset. "Because we need your help." I said. "Both of you stay away from me, and my daughter, you understand?" He threatens and he walks off.

"Doctor this isn't... Please, uh." Sam said as Garrison goes to Callie's room and shuts the door in our face. Sam and I sigh then Sam opens the door, and we enter and close it behind us.

"I'm calling Security." He said and he reaches for the internal phone. Sam clamps his hand over it to stop him. "No, listen. We don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to us more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them." Sam said. 

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Garrison asked us. "You're going to think we're crazy, but just understand us. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit." I explained and Garrison looks over at Callie sadly. He sits at the end of her bed, turning back to us. "So you've seen her too." He said and Sam and I look at him, surprised.

"I sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at foot of my bed but I never...believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-" he stops as he bites his lips. "It wasn't a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you." I said to him and Garrison sighs. 

"You guys are not a cops are you?" He asked us. "No." Sam and I replied. "Then who are you?" Garrison asked. "Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing." Sam replied.

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-" Garrison stutters but I speak up. "Sir. Callie told us." I said and he raises his head up at us. "What?!" He asked, shocked. "Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us." I explained and he shakes his head.

"My wife loved Callie. So how is- how is that possible?" He asked. "We don't know. But it is." Sam said. "No. No I- I don't believe you." He said and I sighed. "Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter." I pleaded to him and Garrison turns and stares at Callie.

He sighs then goes to the side of her bed and bites his lips. "Callie? Callie it's Dad. It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy do that to you? I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is there something you wanna tell me?" He asked and Sam and I look to the aide and see Callie standing next to him. 

"Doctor..." we said and he looks up at us and we nod towards his side. He turns to her and kneels down to her. "Is it true?" He asked and Callie's spirit nods. "I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, OK? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go." Garrison said, tears in his eyes.

Then he turns back to Callie's body in the hospital bed and kisses her forehead. Callie's monitors buzzed and Sam and I look down, upset, while Garrison weeps and strokes his daughter's hair. He turns, but her spirit is gone.

"And the girl's OK?" Garrison asked Dean as we stand in front  of the doctor in the nurses station. Dean nods and Garrison sighs. "So, it's really over." He said. "Yeah. All thanks to you." Sam said. "Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago." Garrison mutters. "See ya ‘round, Doc." Dean said to him. "I sure hope not." Garrison said then he pats Dean on the shoulder and walks away.

"You know what he said? Some good advice." Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "Is that what you want us to do Dean? Just let you go?" I asked him. Dean doesn't answer as he looks at me then Sam. And just like that, he walks down the corridor alone while Sam and I watch. 

That night, Sam and I grabbed our backpacks as Dean turns over in his sleep. I give him a sad smile towards then looked up at Sam. Sam told me that he was gonna summon the crossroads demon and find away to get Dean out of his contract. And I offered to help as I want to find any way to save Dean.

He nods at me and I nod back as Sam heads for the door, looks back at Dean briefly before he silently departs. I let out a small sigh then go over to Dean, kiss his forehead and head out, quietly.

Sam crouches at the center of a crossroads, holding an open box. He adds a photo ID to the contents, closes the box and buries it with his hands. He dusts off his hands and stands, and both of us survey the four routes of the crossroads.

"Well. Little Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." A female voice said behind us. We turned around and see a woman in a black dress standing behind us. "I'm touched. I mean...Dean's been to see me twice, but you two? I never had the pleasure." She said as Sam and I glare at her.

"What can I do for you two?" She asked us then Sam draws the Colt and points it at her. "You can beg for your life." Sam said and the demon looks at us in disappointment. "We were having such a nice conversation, then you had to go and ruin the mood." She said.

"If I were you I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared." I said, threateningly. "It's not my style." She said then she turns to Sam. "That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?" She asked but Sam doesn't answer.

"Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her...you can count on it." The demon sneered. "That's enough. We came here to make you an offer." Sam said. "You're gonna make ME an offer? That's adorable." She said, incredulous.

"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, (y/n) lives. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or..." Sam said then he cocks the Colt. "You stop breathing. Permanently." He threatens. "Oh." The demon said then she laughs. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Sam. Do you even wanna break the deal?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I asked her. "I don't know. Aren't you two tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his?" She asked me then she turns to Sam. "Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him." She said.

"Watch your mouth." Sam growls. "Admit it. You're here, going through the motions. But truth is…both of you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone." She said and my fists clenches. "Shut up." I growled between my clenched teeth. "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You two can finally be free." She said. "I said shut up!" I yelled.

"Huh. Doth protest too much if you ask me." She said, smirking. "All right, enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now." Sam said. "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad." She said. "Every deal can be broken." Sam said. "Not this one." said the demon.

"Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal." Sam said and the demon laughs. "Guess again." She said. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Guys, I'm just a sales woman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go." She said. "You're bluffing." I said. "Am I?" She asked then she looks at Sam, who was still holding the Colt.

"Shoot me, if it'll get you off, but the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit." She said. "Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?" Sam asked. "He's not as cuddly as me I can tell you that." She said.

"Who is it?" I asked, angrily. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry guys. There's no way outta this one. Not this time." She said and I look down in sadness. Sam looks torn, before sighing and shooting the Demon right between the eyes. She goes down with a groan. Sam watches calmly while I looked at the demon's body then I felt a smile form on my lips but then I felt a different wave of emotions wash over me.

Fear

Worry

"Oh, God....what have we done?" I whispered.