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THEN

From 10.14 "The Executioner's Song", in Hell's corridor, Crowley and Rowena were talking. 

"The name Olivette means little to you," Rowena told him. "A high-ranking member of the Grand Coven. The one who led the charge against me. She's just come back to the States, and I thought if you, in your Kingly beneficence, would be so kind to assist me, now would be an excellent time to strike. Take out a miserable old Witch who's been standing in my way for centuries."

From 10.14 "Executioner's Song", in the bar, Cain was standing up in the hayloft to stay out of Sabrina's reach. "Why do you think I started killing all of my descendants, Sabrina?" He appeared behind Sabrina. Sabrina turned to face him in time to catch the First Blade before he stabbed her. "Why now? Why did I start only a few short weeks ago?"

Cain tried to punch Sabrina.

Sabrina caught his arm. "I don't know. I don't care."

"Ness," Cain answered.

Sabrina turned around, throwing Cain aside, making him fall to the floor. Cain appeared on the hayloft again so she would reach him.

Sabrina looked at him in confusion, shaking her head. "You keep saying Ness is involved in all of this, when she's not. It doesn't have anything to do with her. She's not your descendant. The only thing that she has from you is the Mark."

Cain chuckled. "It has everything to do with Ness, and it has nothing to do with the Mark."

From 10.14 "The Executioner's Song", in the Bunker's library, Sabrina and Ness were standing.

Ness turned to face Sabrina, recovering her voice. "You really can't tell if what he said is the truth?"

"There's only one way I can," Sabrina answered.

Ness looked at her in confusion. Sabrina put a hand to Ness' stomach lightly, not doing anything that would hurt her, closing her eyes, both of them gasping softly. In the vision, it was like an ultrasound picture. There were two figures in the womb. In reality, Sabrina took hr hand away from Ness in shock. Ness looked up, wondering what she had seen.

Sabrina could barely speak above a whisper. "Two of them. A boy. And a girl."

Ness was in shock.

From 10.15 "The Things They Carried", in the Bunker's library, Ness and Dean were talking.

Ness looked down. "Sabrina said that before she killed Cain... he said... He said that even though he was killing his descendants, and even if I'm not one of them, he said that it had everything to do with me. Because I'm married to one. And because I'm carrying two." 

"But what proof do we have?" Dean asked.

"Sabrina," Ness answered. "She touched me, and she--she had this vision. She could see them. She said that there's a boy... and that there's a girl."

Dean was in shock. "Son of a bitch. Oh, my God... Ness...."

From 10.15 "The Things They Carried", in the Bunker's library, Sam and Catty were researching about the Mark of Cain. Octavia, Castiel and Sabrina stood with them.

"Sabrina, you didn't tell them, did you?" Dean asked.

Sabrina smiled a small smile, shaking her head. "I knew that you would want to."

"Tell us what?" Octavia asked.

Dean looked at Castiel and Octavia. "You know, the oldest is supposed to do everything first. Catty got the baby first, but at least she made Sow last. Maybe we can make ours last, too."

Catty looked between them in surprise. "What?" Dean held Ness from behind, rubbing a hand gently over her belly. Ness and Sabrina smiled. Octavia, Castiel, Sam and Catty were in shock, processing, smiling. "Son of a bitch. Oh, my God."

"Congratulations," Octavia told them.

Sam chuckled. "I can't believe it."

"Trust me, neither can we," Ness told them.

"Guess this means you're out of a job for a while," Catty told her.

"Yeah," Ness answered.

Dean looked at Ness. "No hunting."

"Done deal," Ness told them.

Sam, Octavia, Castiel, Catty, Sabrina, Dean and Ness looked at each other, smiling small smiles.

From 10.15 "The Things They Carried", in the Bunker's Library, Ness and Dean chuckled in shock, smiling. Dean took her in his arms, lifting Ness slightly off the floor, spinning her around, making her laugh, setting her down, holding her lose. Ness returned the embrace, lying her head on his shoulder.

NOW

§

Day One

Lebanon, Kansas 

Morning - The Bunker - Dean and Ness' Room 

Ness was alone, stopping in front of the mirror, looking into the reflection, seeing the start of a baby bump in her stomach. She smiled a small smile, holding a hand over her stomach.

Dean walked in. "Hey."

Ness turned to him. "Hey. Look."

Ness turned her shirt up a little bit to show him.

Dean smiled, walking closer. "You're excited about this, aren't you?"

"How can't I be?" Ness asked. "I mean, Dean... I never thought that I would ever get married, let alone have twin babies."

Dean stepped closer, taking her hands. "Believe me, I never did, either. Not in a million years. But then a lot of abnormal things have happened to us in the past that we never saw coming. This is one of the least abnormal things to ever happen."

"Right, because it's not like I have the Mark of Cain while pregnant, right?" Ness asked sarcastically.

Dean chuckled. "It's all right. You set up the appointment?"

Ness nodded. "Well, duh."

"Well, I don't know why you even wanna go," Dean told her. "I mean, Sabrina already confirmed it for us. Sow's better than an ultrasound."

"Yeah, but I wanna see for myself, Dean," Ness told him. "Don't you?"

Dean considered, nodding. "All right. Let's go."

Dean and Ness smiled, walking out.

§

Worchester, Massachusetts

Night - Church - Confessional 

A man was in confessional was with a priest. "I detest all my sings because of thy just punishment but most of all because they offend thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin."

"Amen," the priest told him. "I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father and of the Son and of Holy Spirit."

"Amen," the man told him.

"Go in peace, Terry," the priest told him. "See you Sunday."

"That you will, Father Delaney," Terry told him.

A Spirit watched over Terry as he walked out of the confessional.

§

Sanctuary 

Terry walked over to a lit candlestick, blowing it out, removing the candle, walking out, leaving.

§

Outside

Terry walked outside, coming to a stop, still having the candlestick in his hand. He gazed off into nothing, stabbing himself with the candlestick, screaming in pain, dragging the sharp piece down his chest into his stomach, killing himself.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural)§

Lebanon, Kansas

Hospital - Exam Room

Ness was lying on the hospital bed next to the monitor, with jell over her belly.

An OB/GYN was performing an ultrasound on her, pointing at the screen. "This is your bladder, and this here it your uterus. And this here are the fetuses. And this flicker here is their heartbeats. Yep. Definitely two babies. There's one here. The other's here. How far along are you?"

Ness looked at Dean, a little confused and alarmed.

"Uh, I'm not really sure how to answer that," Dean told them.

The OB/GYN smiled. "Okay. Let's see what we can see."

The OB/GYN moved the ultrasound wand over Ness' abdomen. Ness took a deep breath.

Dean stepped closer. "You okay?"

Ness nodded uncertainly. "Yeah. It's just... cold."

The OB/GYN smiled, looking at the screen. "A few weeks, a month or two along."

"You're sure?" Dean asked.

The OB/GYN nodded. "Yes. They're small, but they've had some time to grow. One's a boy. One's a girl." Ness smiled a small smile, looking at Dean. Dean smiled. The OB/GYN put the wand away, standing. "I'll be right back. I'll give you two a moment."

The OB/GYN walked out, leaving.

Ness looked at Dean, in shock, but it was a happy shock. "Dean..."

Dean sat down next to Ness, taking her hand. "I know. I can't believe it, either."

"Twins," Ness told him, laughing quietly. "You get your boy and I get my girl."

Dean smiled. "That's really the only way to go, isn't it?"

Ness chuckled, shaking her head. "I can't believe this is happening."

Dean and Ness smiled, looking from each other to the screen showing the two twins.

§

Hell - Throne Room

Crowley was looking over documents on a clipboard, sitting his throne.

A Demon walked toward him. "Majesty." Crowley looked up. "I beg you to speak with you."

"What now?" Crowley asked.

"Your mother remains... vexed, your Highness, and vents her frustration by abusing the court," the Demon told him. "No one dares retaliate at first, of course, and yes, one expects to suffer in Hell, but I fear I have reached my limit. To wit..." He turned his back to Crowley to reveal a face on the back of his head. "I mean, seriously."

Crowley sighed. "Mother!"

Rowena walked in, sighing. "Yes, your Royal Highness?"

"You care to comment?" Crowley asked.

Rowena smirked. "Magnificent work by an astonishing talent. Mm, brava!" She applauded herself. Crowley dismissed the Demon. The Demon walked past Rowena. "I always said you were two-faced."

The Demon walked out, leaving.

"Look, Mommy, enough," Crowley told her. "I know you're annoyed with me because I wouldn't go begging to a bunch of Witches on your behalf."

"I know something came upon us the night that you promised you would bring me Olivette," Rowena told him. "Cain infiltrated the kingdom, and it postponed my plans. The Grand Coven is the supreme command of all Witchcraft. Without their sanction, I'm forbidden to practice."

"Forgive me," Crowley told her. "I hadn't noticed you stopped."

"That?" Rowena asked. "Parlor trick. I'm capable of greatness. Given free reign, I'd be unstoppable."

"I am this close to throwing you back into that dungeon," Crowley told her.

"Of course," Rowena told him. "Why not? Why do anything but cause me more pain? Bad enough you wouldn't intervene with Olivette and the coven, but you went directly against my wishes, siding with those Winchesters, Castiel and Octavia, refusing to kill them, refusing to take Sabrina Winchester, the True Hybrid. You prefer them to your own flesh and blood. It's a bitter pill, Fergus. After all I've done for you."

"And what exactly would that be?" Crowley asked.

Rowena walked closer. "I gave you life, Fergus. Without me, sunshine, you wouldn't exist." She turned around, walking toward the door, throwing her hands out to the side. "Abite!"

Glass in the room exploded. Rowena walked out, leaving. Crowley watched her go, considering.

§

Lebanon, Kansas

The Bunker - Library

Sam and Catty were packing up to go. Ness and Dean walked in. Sam and Catty looked up.

"Hey," Catty told them. "How'd it go?"

"All good," Dean answered. "Cain wasn't lying, and Sabrina was right. Twins. A boy and a girl."

Sam and Catty smiled.

Catty walked closer. "That's amazing." 

Catty embraced both Ness and Dean, pulling away.

Sam walked closer. "Congratulations." He embraced them, pulling away. "You thought of a name for either of them yet?"

"We're not that far yet, Sammy," Ness told him. "Dean and I are still reeling over the fact that this is even happening at all."

Sam chuckled. "I hear you."

Dean looked at the bags on the table. "Sorry, you two going somewhere?"

"Yeah, actually," Sam answered. "We found a case. There's been three suicides in two weeks, but they're not just suicides. They gutted themselves. And they took their sweet time doing it. I mean, that had to be incredibly painful. I can't seem to find any link between the vics, either."

"So, we're betting a curse of some kind," Catty told them.

"You want me to come with?" Dean asked.

"If you wanna come with," Catty answered.

Sam, Catty and Dean looked at Ness.

Ness rolled her eyes. "Oh, my God, go already. I can't hunt right now, and Sam and Cat need the backup. Go. Or I'll make you go."

Sam, Catty and Dean chuckled. Sam grabbed his bag, walking toward the door. Catty gave Ness a quick hug, smiling. Ness smiled, returning the embrace. They pulled away. Catty grabbed her bag, following Sam.

Dean turned to Ness. "We'll be back before you even know it. All right?"

Ness nodded. "Yeah. Be safe out there."

"Of course," Dean told her.

Ness pointed at him. "Dean, call me if you need any intel that you three morons don't know."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I love you, too."

Dean put a hands on either of her cheeks. Ness and Dean smiled, kissing sweetly for a moment, pulling away.

Ness held his hands that were still on her cheeks. "I'll be here drinking decaf and reading up on what a mother should know, because I may know everything from math to monsters, but I don't know how to be a mother."

"You'll be great," Dean told her. "Promise."

"Liar," Ness told him. "Oh, and I love you, too."

They kissed once more, pulling away.

"Bye," Dean told her, following Sam and Catty out.

Ness watched them go, smiling a small smile. "Bye."

§

Worchester, Massachusetts

Night - Church - Basement

A woman and a nun were speaking.

"And this man, he was handsome?" the nun asked.

The woman spoke with an Italian accent. "Exquisite. He took my breath away. But we are told not to speak so much of the time before we joined the order."

"We all found our way to this life for a reason," the nun told her. "Was he yours?"

"His name was Piero," the woman told her. "An incredible artist."

§

Flashback

Day - Art Gallery

A man, presumably Piero, and the woman were in the art studio.

Woman: (voice over) "Sometimes, I would pose for him. And he called me his muse."

Piero was painting her portrait.

Woman: (voice over) "As you can imagine, we spent hours, days with each other. I felt so free with him. I had never been close with a man before like that."

§

Now

Night - Church - Basement

The woman and the nun were still speaking.

"So... what happened?" the nun asked.

"I... I can't right now," the woman told her.

"It's okay, Isabella," the nun told her. "Really. We're a lot alike, you know? I think we're supposed to enter the convent for some... higher purpose, but many of us chose this because of the things that... overwhelmed us."

§

Sanctuary

A man walked out of the confessional, toward a woman.

The woman was praying. "Amen."

The Spirit watched over them as they exited the church.

§

McCarthy House - Kitchen

The man opened the refrigerator to make a sandwich, turning around to see the woman behind him. "Hi, Lisa."

"You need to come to bed, Frank," Lisa told him. "You got to be exhausted from all those night hours you've been putting in."

Frank sighed. "Yep, yep. The old job's gotten pretty demanding, all right."

Lisa smiled, but it slowly turned into a glare. Frank turned away.

Lisa grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter. "Liar."

Frank turned to face her. Lisa ran toward him, pushing him to the floor, straddling him, stabbing him in the stomach repeatedly, making him scream until he died. She stood, backing away. A cloud of clear smoke fled from Lisa's body, leaving the house.

Lisa was horrified to see Frank dead on the floor, devastated. "Oh, my God. No! No! Frank!"

Lisa screamed.

§

Day Two

Church - Sanctuary 

Sam, Dean and Catty were posing as FBI.

Father Delaney led them through the aisles. "I just can't believe Lisa McCarthy would murder her husband."

"Right, well, his blood was all over her body," Sam told him. "And her prints were all over the air of scissors that butchered him."

"That's terrible," Delaney told them.

Catty nodded. "Yeah. Now, we also have some questions. Um, for starters, she has no memory of it. The last thing she remembers is being here. Frank had gone to confession."

"So, did he happen to say anything in the confession about, you know, maybe problems with the wife?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry," Delaney told them. "The nature of confession is confidential."

Sam sighed. "Ah."

"Father, all of the victims attended your church," Dean told him. "Um, could you at least tell us if they had recently been to confession?"

"Yes," Delaney answered. "These men were fairly regular, but then, so are the majority of the folks here."

The nun walked toward them. "Father?"

"Agents, Sister Mathias is our Director of Social Services," Delaney explained. "I've asked her to show you around and answer any questions."

"Sure," Catty told them.

Delaney walked away, leaving.

Dean looked at Mathias. "Sister."

"Agent..." Mathias trailed off.

"Allman," Dean told her. "And this is Agent Betts and Agent Williams."

"Sister, you're aware of the recent string of deaths, right?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Mathias answered. "A terrible tragedy. But I'm confused as to why you're here. These were all suicides, weren't they?"

"Well, possibly not," Sam answered.

"Murders?" Mathias asked.

"Well, the actual method of killing was all identical," Dean told her.

Mathias nodded. "Ah, the MO."

"I'm going to go, uh..." Catty trailed off, clearing her throat. "Have a look around. Uh, excuse me, sister. Agents Betts, uh, Allman."

"Okay," Sam told her. Catty walked away. Sam and Dean walked with Mathias. "Uh, sister, d--did you notice, um, any change in the--in the McCarthy's lives? You know, fighting, drinking, cheating? You know, the usual."

"The usual?" Mathias repeated. "A bit cynical, Agent?"

"Well, you know, scissors to the gut really, uh, bring out the Grinch in me," Sam told them.

They approached the head of the church, stopping at the altar. Mathias made the sign of the cross. Sam and Dean stood off to the side awkwardly.

"Okay, now, Lisa McCarthy said that they were very devoted to each other," Dean told her. "Was that true?"

"That always appeared to be case," Mathias answered.

"But..." Dean trailed off.

"We're looking for a motive, aren't we?" Mathias asked.

"We are," Sam answered. "An earlier victim's cellphone showed some angry texts between he and his girlfriend 'cause he had been fooling around."

"There were rumors," Mathias told them.

"So, Frank cheated on Lisa?" Dean asked. Mathias nodded. "So, she lied to us?" Mathias shook her head. "Oh, she didn't know."

"My sources are excellent," Mathias told them. "And you didn't hear it from me."

Sam chuckled.

Catty was across the church, taking out the EMF reader, waving it over the prayer candles, getting results. She walked toward the others, looking at Mathias. "Is there a cemetery nearby?"

"You could say that," Mathias answered. "The entire church is built over burial crypts."

Sam nodded. "Oh. Have you ever, uh, heard or--or felt anything strange or unusual?"

"Unusual how?" Mathias asked.

"Like, uh, spots in the building that suddenly get cold, or, uh, or maybe you feel like you're--you're not quite alone," Dean answered.

"Rattling chains and teacups that fly across the room?" Mathias asked sarcastically.

"Sister, are you making fun of me?" Dean asked.

"Really?" Mathias asked. "The FBI believes in Ghosts? I'm afraid I don't. If you'll excuse me, Agents, I have to get back to work."

Mathias walked away, leaving.

§

Lebanon, Kansas

The Bunker - Dean and Ness' Room - Bathroom

Ness was in the bathroom, washing her face, looking up at the mirror in front of her. Her phone ran. She pulled it out, seeing it was Dean calling, answering. "What do you got?"

Sam, Dean and Catty were outside of a police station, posing as FBI, walking toward the Impala.

"Terry Sloan, ordinary guy, not a lot of friends, but no known enemies, no relation to the other vics," Sam told her.

"Well, not necessarily," Dean told her. "He's Catholic, and so are the other two."

"Dean, you're in Massachusetts," Ness told him. "There are a lot of Catholics in Massachusetts. You guys really think this is a case?"

"Who kills himself with a candlestick, all right?" Catty asked. "There's about a billion better ways."

"Yeah, but he did kill himself," Ness told them.

"All right, so it was not a Witch," Dean told her. "There was nothing Hexy found on him."

"Uh, possession?" Ness asked. "Could have been a Demon."

"Yeah, but the point of Demon possessing a living thing is to, you know, possess a living thing," Sam told them.

"Come on, Sam," Ness told him. "I know that you know more than that."

"Yeah," Sam answered. "A wife, Lisa McCarthy, murdered her husband. She butchered him with a pair of scissors. She has no memory of it. The last thing she remembers is being at the church. Frank had gone to confession. The father here said that all of the other vics had recently been to confession, too."

"Yeah, and the entire church is built over burial crypts," Dean added. "And Frank cheated on his wife, Lisa. You know, the whole theme of this case seems to be about guys doing their women wrong."

"Yeah, but Lisa McCarthy was pretty convincing that she had no idea whatsoever she had killed her husband," Catty told them. "Lisa had no idea she was cheating on her."

"So, maybe she was controlled by someone who did," Ness told them. "It could be a Ghost, but since the church is buried on a burial ground, then there must've been a lot of EMF."

Catty scoffed. "You can say that again."

"So you said that all of the victims recently went to confession," Ness told them. "Maybe the father or maybe something surrounding the confession is involved." She thought for a moment. "Dean, how long has it been since your last confession?"

Sam, Dean and Catty were confused as to why she was asking.

"I've never been to confession," Dean answered.

Ness smirked. "Well, that's too long."

Sam, Dean and Catty knew that Ness had gotten an idea, considering.

§

Hell - Throne Room

Crowley was sitting in his throne.

Rowena walked in. "You summoned, your Royal Highness?"

Rowena gave an exaggerated curtsy.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Mother."

Rowena looked up. "Oh, he remembers! What can I do for you?"

"It's what I can do for you," Crowley told her. "I've been thinking just how wretched it would be if my raison d'etre, wrecking havoc and pain on Earth, were taken from me. I see how stifled you must feel, and I sympathize."

"Does this mean that you'll go to the Grand Coven on my behalf?" Rowena asked.

Crowley stood. "Even better. I've brought the coven to you." Two Demons brought in a woman that was shackled with iron chains. "I believe you know Olivette." Rowena was in shock. "High Priestess of the Grand Coven. Speechless with joy?"

Rowena looked at Olivette hatefully, angrily. "You utter bitch!"

"Bottom feeder!" Olivette replied.

"Ah, the storm before the storm," Crowley told them. "As you can see, the iron chains render her powerless, so you can plead your case, exact your revenge, whatever it is that puts a spring back in your step. You kids have fun now."

Crowley and the other Demons walked out, leaving.

Olivette looked at Rowena. "I see your time as outcast has led you from vile to loathsome."

"I doubt this strategy of insults will get you out of this pickle," Rowena told her.

"Mm, no," Olivette told her. "I do not grovel before she who lay with a non-magic and hatches his evil spawn."

'My personal life was none of your business," Rowena told her. "I could have been your superstar."

"Oh, please!" Olivette told her. "When we initiated your thankless ass into the coven, we did overlook your private lapses because of your talent. We thought you'd outgrow your reckless, selfish ways, but, oh, no. They just grew out of control. And now look at you, consorting with Demons."

Rowena chuckled. "Quite the speech." She slowly walked over to Olivette, touching her necklace. "Considering you're in my son's palace."

Rowena let go of her necklace.

Olivette was appalled. "What?" 

Rowena chuckled. "You see, my son, the spawn you speak of, is now the King of Hell. Tall Cinderella story, I'd say." She chuckled. "Oh, aye. And now, you, dearest, Olivette, are prisoner of the baddest of the bad. And his devoted mummy."

§

Worchester, Massachusetts 

Church - Basement

Mathias and Isabella were speaking.

"It was the sadness in your eyes," Mathias told her. "I saw myself there. Was it Piero? Is he the reason you're here?"

"There is not much difference between madness and devotion," Isabella told her. "I was obsessed with him."

§

Flashback

Day - Art Gallery

Piero was caressing Isabella's hair.

Isabella: (voice over) "We shared each other's secrets. We were on the same road. I suddenly realized how deeply in love with Piero I had fallen."

It was then revealed that Isabella was posed for a self-portrait that Piero was painting of her.

Isabella: (voice over) "He said it was only after I posed for him that his work took on real power, real expression. The painting I had posed for was the beginning of his career. In the end, it was his masterpiece."

Florence, Italy

1520

§

Now

Church - Basement

Mathias and Isabella were still speaking.

"Sweet Jesus, nothing in my love life was ever so magical," Mathias told her.

"Magic can be ruinous," Isabella told her. "Especially if the trick is on you."

§

Flashback - 1520

Day - Art Gallery

Isabella and Piero were speaking in Italian.

Isabella: (voice over) "I finally confessed my heart to Piero. I felt we could read each other's thoughts. But I said the words inside out loud. 'I love you.' I waited, dying inside. And then... he explained he had feelings for me... but not of the same sort."

§

Now

Church - Basement

Mathias and Isabella were still speaking.

"He loved another?" Mathias asked.

"Indeed," Isabella answered. "His art. It was everything to him. Insomuch that I affected it, he cared for me, but beyond that, he could offer me nothing but friendship. I fell into such despair. I could not eat nor sleep until my family could stand no more."

"And that's when you entered the convent?" Mathias asked.

Isabella barely nodded. "It's as if I'd died. My father sent me there to escape my sorrow and forget Piero. His servants dragged me from home one night." Mathias shook her head in disgust. "All these things from my father's estate..." Isabella looked at the table, where many antique items were scattered, including a journal. "I never saw them again after that night. Everything that was mine was lost, too. Except my journal." She touched her journal. "Things I could say to no one, things no one wanted to hear."

Mathias sighed, shaking her head. "Loneliness is..."

Isabella looked up. "Yes. It is."

§

Hell - Throne Room

Olivette was chained to a chair. Rowena slapped her across the face.

Olivette chuckled. "Well, I really can't say I'm surprised. You always were petulant and reckless and overrated. Banishment was too good for you."

Rowena slapped her again, drawing blood, chuckling. "You were always so envious of my skills, you fool. The only threat I ever posed to the coven was that I was smarter, more gifted than you."

"More blindly ambitious," Olivette told her.

"Why not?" Rowena asked. "You nits were content to live in the shadows, dicking around with black cats and broomsticks instead of greatness."

Rowena slapped Olivette once again.

Olivette coughed. "What was that one for?"

"Emphasis," Rowena answered. "I will get what I want from you."

"No, you won't," Olivette told her. Rowena pulled her hand back to slap her. "Because what you are looking for no longer exists." Rowena paused. "The coven is a pale relic of its past power, weakened by Witch-hunts, burning at the stake, endless persecution. All of it was engineered by them."

"Them?" Rowena repeated.

Olivette chuckled. "Oh, not as quick as I'd thought." Rowena raised her hand, threatening to strike her. Olivette gasped. "All right! It's a rabid group of sanctimonious do-gooders dedicated to our downfall."

"They had equal magic?" Rowena asked.

"Worse," Olivette told her. "Public relations. They whipped the church and the public into a panic. Our best were killed or driven underground. They then plundered our spells and secrets and shipped them to hidden Bunkers all around the world."

"It appears you hate them more than you do me," Rowena told her.

"They tried to destroy our world!" Olivette told her. "Hoarding unbelievable power for their own amusement. Smug, self-righteous bastards. The Men of Letters."

Rowena sighed. 

§

Worchester, Massachusetts

Church - Confessional

Father Delaney sat in confessional when he heard a knock on the window. "Yes?"

Delaney opened the window to see Dean sitting on the other side.

"Hiya, Father," Dean told him.

"Pardon me?" Delaney asked.

"Pardon you?" Dean repeated jokingly. "I thought it was the other way around." He chuckled. Delaney didn't respond. "Just... it's..." Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, uh, I'm here to--here to clean house. I need to get some things off my chest."

"Oh, all right," Delaney told him. "Continue."

"Um..." Dean trailed off. "It's the women, Father." He shook his head. "Where do I begin?"

Dean chuckled.

"'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned', is usual," Delaney told him.

Dean nodded. "Right. Good. Yeah. So, that, and, um... so, the women. Uh, and this is not something that I'm proud of, but I let them think that we have more of a future than we do, you know? Ah, man. Well, now, don't get me wrong. I mean, it was good times. I mean, you know how it is. The sex, the lasagna. But I was not honest with any of them. And sometimes, I was seeing two, maybe three girls at the same time, sometimes in the same day." He chuckled nervously. "You get the picture. It was endless. It's making me sick."

Dean looked away awkwardly.

"And you wish to be forgiven, my son?" Delaney asked.

"I do," Dean answered. "I've been cleaning up my act."

"As penance, you shall say five 'Hail Mary's, two 'Our Father's, and reflect on your transgression," Delaney told him.

"And then, that's it?" Dean asked. "Then I'm good to go?"

"One would hope some... inner exploration might occur," Delaney told him. "The prayers are just the beginning to some serious soul-searching."

Dean took a moment to think. "Hmm."

§

Sanctuary

Dean walked out of the confessional. Isabella's Ghost appeared behind him, watching him. Sam and Catty were sitting out in the pews. Dean walked toward them. Sam and Catty stood.

"So, you think you had an eavesdropper in there?" Catty asked.

"Hope so," Dean told them.

"You better watch your back," Sam told them. "If we're right, jerks like what you used to be are just what our Ghost is looking for."

"Yeah, key words, 'used to be'," Dean told them. "Okay? Let's go."

Sam, Dean and Catty walked out, leaving. Mathias was hiding behind a corner, having heard them.

§

Basement

Mathias unlocked the basement doors, looking around inside, whispering. "Isabella? Isabella? Are you here?"

There was no answer.

§

Sanctuary

A woman walked out of the confessional, walking out of the church, leaving. Delaney walked over to the altar. Isabella watched over him. Delaney made the sign of the cross over his chest. Isabella's Spirit took possession over him.

§

Basement

Mathias grabbed Isabella's journal, beginning to read it, reading aloud in Italian. "'Obscuri funesti dies...' [Dark days of deadly.]"

§

Flashback - 1520 

Night - Art Gallery 

Isabella walked in.

Isabella: (voice over) "I found no peace in the convent, and my sorrow turned to rage. What was once love for Piero had become hatred. One night, I snuck out a window and made my way to his studio. I'm not sure why I went."

Isabella stood next to the self-portrait of herself, grabbing a paintbrush with red paint on it.

Isabella: (voice over) "To confront him? To ruin the painting and destroy his love the way he destroyed mine?"

Isabella faced the portrait with the paintbrush in hand, about to ruin the painting. She heard a woman moaning from the next room.

Isabella: (voice over) "There they were."

Isabella followed the source of the noise, seeing a woman and Piero having sex on a bed in the next room. She saw a knife on the corner of the table. Distraught, she watched them, picking up the knife.

§

Next Room

Isabella walked closer, holding the knife over Piero.

The woman saw her, screaming.

Piero turned to her. "Isabella."

Isabella plunged the knife into Piero's chest, repeatedly, splattering blood all over her. The woman fell to the floor, screaming. Isabella looked at Piero's body, smiling, blood all over her.

§

Now

Church - Basement

Mathias closed the journal, looking frightened.

§

Mathias led Sam, Dean and Catty into the room. Sam, Dean and Catty were wearing normal clothes.

"I never mentioned Isabella to you because it didn't occur to me she was connected with the murders," Mathias told them. "Ever since I've been here, I've come across restless Spirits of all sorts. They're all kind of... sad, harmless. And eventually, the poor things go to their final rest."

"Wait a second," Sam told her. "S--so, you're just comfortable around Ghosts?"

"As a Spiritual person, I've accepted many planes of existence," Mathias told them. "And as I said, they'll all been harmless. Isabella was my friend. We had a lot in common, including... painful love lives. I wanted to protect her."

"You said she showed up about three weeks ago when stuff from her home arrived," Dean told her.

Mathias nodded. "Yes, part of a shipment from a monastery in Tivioli. Her family's treasures found their way to the church, as with many of the great houses of Europe."

"You get that she got here just before the murders started happening?" Catty asked.

"I finally realized that," Mathias told them. "And then I heard the three of you, and it made me wonder. That's when I read her journal. It was given to her father right after her death."

Mathias picked up the journal.

"Vengeful Spirit, just like we thought," Catty told them.

"Yeah, but 16th-Century Florence," Sam told them. "She's probably buried in Florence."

"I assume," Mathias told them. "The... journal ended right after her trial." She handed the journal to Catty. "Piero's death was so horrific, she was convicted of Witchcraft. They sentenced her to burn at the stake."

"Okay, well, if she burned, then so would her bones," Dean told them.

"Yeah, but something here is the tether that ties her to this place," Catty told them.

"Check the journal," Sam told her. "See what you can find out."

Catty looked through the journal, not understanding a word, looking up, nodding sarcastically. "Great, yeah. Let me just call Rosetta Stone so they can teach me how to read Italian."

"You're--you're not really gonna call Rose--" Sam started.

"No," Catty answered.

"Then call the better thing," Dean told her. "The best of the best. Call Ness. Find out what could be her tether and burn it." Catty nodded. Dean looked at Sam and Mathias. "Why don't we see if we can't find Isabella, try to slow her down?" He looked at Catty. "Catty, call Ness, and hurry."

"Is all of this really necessary?" Mathias asked.

"Believe me, it's necessary," Dean answered. "Let's go."

Sam, Dean and Mathias walked out, leaving.

Catty sighed, pulling out her phone.

§

Hell - Throne Room

Rowena was punching Olivette repeatedly in the face.

"I'm telling you, I don't know any more," Olivette told her weakly.

"You're lying, just as you lied about be all these years," Rowena told her. "You're afraid I'll recover all the stolen potions and spells and become more powerful than you."

"Oh, poor, poor Rowena," Olivette told her sarcastically. "Always the victim of one conspiracy or another. You're so consumed with your rise of power, you can't see the truth."

"I see the truth, and it's pathetic," Rowena told her. "You let these Men of Letters pillage the greatest trove of magical secrets in the world and did nothing."

Rowena kicked Olivette in the shin, making her groan in pain.

"We were weakened," Olivette told her. "The plunder was dispersed to Bunkers all around the world. Those Bunkers are powerfully warded. There was nothing we could do to stop them."

"How do I find the Men of Letters?" Rowena asked.

"I don't even know if they exist anymore," Olivette told her. "I've heard that the American chapter was extinguished in the 1950's, but apparently, a family of it's members survived. The hunters, the Winchesters. The family with the True Hybrid, Sabrina Winchester."

Rowena laughed in shock. "The Winchesters?" Olivette spat out blood. "Again with the Winchesters. Perpetually, the Winchesters." Rowena sighed. "Olivette, dear... pleasant though this little chat has been, I feel it's come..." She made a fist in front of Olivette's face. Olivette gasped. "To a close. What you're telling me is that the coven is no longer all-powerful, and, therefore, that you are no longer useful."

"You better be careful, Rowena," Olivette told her. "There's a line that cannot be crossed. Witch-on-Witch murder is anathema to the community."

Rowena scoffed. "The community." She chuckled. "Who needs them?" She sighed. "To think of all the years I've lived in fear for nothing. You ruined my life, Olivette, and you shall pay with yours."

Rowena started to hum 'Scotland the Brave'.

"Rowena, please, you don't want to do this," Olivette told her. Rowena grabbed a bowl with various objects in it, placing in on the floor in front of Olivette. She knelt behind it. "Please, Rowena, don't do this. Rowena, please." Rowena took out a small bag, dumping bones and feathers into the bowl. "Please stop."

Rowena grabbed a handful of red sand. "Cruciatus letumque crucianti!" She threw the sand into the bowl. A bright red flame burst out of it. Olivette began to convulse, blood pouring out of her mouth, screaming. Rowena laughed, smiling. "Halt!" She stood. Olivette stopped convulsing. "I haven't thought this through. Why should I kill you, give you an easy way out?" Rowena chuckled. "When there are far better options. Fatum tuum est itersine."

"No!" Olivette told her. 

Rowena continued to chant. "Termino ad..."

"No!" Olivette told her. "No!" She struggled within her chains. "Rowena, please!"

Rowena finished her smell. "Nulum!" Olivette screamed. Rowena chuckled. "Oh, I'm a genius."

§

Worchester, Massachusetts

Night - Church - Sanctuary 

Sam, Dean and Mathias were walking around. Sam was holding his EMF meter. Dean was holding a shotgun.

"I don't see how she could murder these people," Mathias told them. "If she was tethered to the church."

"She could possess a person inside the church, ride out, and get yanked back after the kill, so..." Sam trailed off.

"And can Ghosts be shot?" Mathias asked.

Dean held up his shotgun. "This is rock salt. If we spot her, it'll slow her down."

§

Lebanon, Kansas

The Bunker - Kitchen

Ness was sitting at the table, drinking decaf coffee, reading books and magazines about mothers, fathers, children. Basically everything that dealt with what was to come with these two. She was so absorbed in reading and researching that when her phone rang, she jumped. She sighed, answering the video call. "Catty?"

"Hey, Ness, please tell me that you know Italian," Catty told her.

"Of course," Ness answered. "I'm a little rusty, but, yeah. Why?"

Catty turned the phone to show Isabella's journal. "I need you to act as a translator for me. This is a Ghost thing, and I need to know what she's hanging onto in this church."

"Okay, okay, chill," Ness told her. "Get a little closer." 

Catty picked up the journal, holding it the right distance away from the phone so Ness could read.

Isabella: (voice over) "E col passare dei giorni, il mio amore per Piero approfondito, come ha fatto la sua convinzione nei miei poteri come la sua musa."

Ness translated for Catty. "'And as the days passed, my love for Piero deepened, as did his belief in my powers as his muse."

§

Flashback - 1520

Night - Art Gallery

Isabella and Piero sat by the window over candlelight.

Isabella and Ness provided voice over together. Isabella was narrating in Italian as Ness was translating it into English. 

Isabella: (voice over) "Ha detto che voleva qualcosa da me, qualcosa che riusciva a malapena a dare voce a."

Ness: (voice over) "He said he wanted something from me, something he could barely give voice to."

Isabella held a hand to Piero's cheek, holding her other out to him, palm up.

Isabella: (voice over) "Ha pensato l'effetto che avevo il suo lavoro e stato profoundo." 

Ness: (voice over) "He thought the effect I had on his work was profound." 

Isabella: (voice over) "Non ha mai dipinto cosi bene prima."

Ness: (voice over) "He had never painted so well before."

Isabella: (voice over) "Ha chiesto se poteva avere un po del mio sangue per mescolare al pigmento."

Ness: (voice over) "He asked if he might have a bit of my blood to mix into the pigment."

Piero grabbed a knife, slitting her hand.

Isabella: (voice over) "Piero era cosi paura che mi avrebbe fatto male."

Ness: (voice over) "Piero was so afraid he would hurt me."

Isabella: (voice over) "Gli ho detto, al contrario. E'stata la mia grande gioia per fare questo."

Ness: (voice over) "I told him, on the contrary. It was my great joy to do this."

Piero, speaking Italian, apologized, wiping off the blood with a cloth.

§

Now

Worchester, Massachusetts

Night - Church - Sanctuary 

Sam, Dean and Mathias walked along. The EMF in Sam's hand started to warble. The sound got stronger. Dean gestured for Mathias to stay put. Sam and Dean continued on.

§

Basement

Catty continued to hold the journal up for the phone to see to show Ness via video call.

Isabella: (voice over) "Ma non era abbastanza."

Ness translated for Catty. "But it wasn't enough."

§

Flashback - 1520

Night - Art Gallery  

Isabella cut off the tip of her own finger, screaming in pain, breathing heavily, quickly wrapping it in a cloth.

Isabella: (voice over) 'Ho detto a Piero a macinare la carne, sangue e ossa nel pigmento."

Ness (voice over) "I told Piero to grind the flesh, blood and bone into the pigment."

Isabella hand her severed finger to Piero.

Isabella: (voice over) "Ero completamenta diventare us tutt'uno con la pittura e con Piero."

Ness: (voice over) "I had completely become one with the painting and with Piero."

§

Now

Night - Church - Basement

Catty looked up in realization, still on video call with Ness. "Isabella's painting."

"Catty, find Isabella's painting and burn it," Ness told her.

"All right," Catty told her. "Thanks, Ness."

"Of course," Ness told her.

Catty hung up, closing the journal, looking behind her, finding boarded up paintings.

§

Sanctuary 

Sam and Dean walked further inside. Father Delaney was lying on the altar, dead, bleeding and gutted.

§

Basement 

Catty frantically searched for Isabella's painting.

§

Sanctuary 

Sam and Dean continued to search the room.

§

Basement 

Catty finally found the right box that read Tivoli on the stamp.

§

Sanctuary 

Sam and Dean walked toward Mathias.

"Isabella got to Father Delaney," Sam told her. "She's around here somewhere. We got to get you out of here. Come on!"

Sam and Dean tried to lead to Mathias out of the church, but she resisted. Mathias used magic to throw Sam and Dean through the air, into the walls, making him fall, revealing she was possessed by Isabella.

§

Basement

Catty used a crowbar to open the crate that had Isabella's painting in it.

§

Sanctuary 

Mathias/Isabella flickered toward Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean struggled to stand, but they were pushed back against the wall with magic.

§

Basement

Catty got the crate open, pulling Isabella's painting out of the box.

§

Sanctuary

Mathias/Isabella gripped Dean's throat tightly, pulling a knife from her sleeve. Dean used his free hand to grab her knife holding hand. 

Mathias/Isabella struggled to plunge the knife into Dean's stomach. "The priest had to die. He made it his business to forgive you pigs. Forgive you, when what you do is unforgivable."

Sam was struggling to pull himself free from the wall. "Catty, hurry!"

§

Basement

Catty put the painting into the fireplace.

§

Sanctuary 

Dean struggled, not only to keep the knife from plunging into his stomach, but to keep breathing. Sam finally got free, lunging toward the gun on the floor, shooting Mathias/Isabella with the rock salt shells, throwing Isabella's Spirit out of her body, and making Mathias fall to the floor. Dean gasped in relief.

§

Basement

Catty doused the painting in lighter fluid, lighting a pack of matches, throwing it into the fireplace, burning the painting.

§

Sanctuary

Isabella glared at Dean and Sam, rushing toward them. She suddenly had to stop, convulsing in pain.

§

Basement

Isabella's painting continued to burn.

§

Sanctuary 

Mathias slid back away from Isabella, behind Dean and Sam. Dean and Sam stood between Mathias and Isabella.

Isabella was still convulsing in pain, flickering in and out of focus. "Sister! Don't let them! You are my friend."

§

Basement

Isabella's painting continued to burn.

§

Sanctuary

Isabella started to scream.

§

Basement

Isabella's painting continued to burn.

§

Sanctuary

Isabella went up in flames, screaming in agony, burning away into nothing, fading out of existence. Mathias breathed heavily in confusion, trying to catch her breath. Dean and Sam looked at each other in relief.

§

Hell - Rowena's Room

A hamster was in a glass cage, spinning around on a hamster wheel.

Rowena watched gleefully, chuckling. "You're. Oh, you're trucking."

Crowley walked in, looking from the hamster to Rowena. "Is that her?"

Rowena sighed. "Poetic justice, if you ask me. For hundreds of years, those hags made me grovel, every attempt to please them futile. High time someone else ran in circles, eh?"

Rowena chuckled.

"Nice touch," Crowley told her. "Something I might have thought of myself."

"You see?" Rowena asked. "We're not so very different."

"What is it that you want?" Crowley asked.

Rowena sighed. "Well, Fergus, since you asked, these friends of yours, the Winchesters, I hear they are, oh, what do you call it? Um, Men of Letters?"

"Possibly," Crowley answered.

"I see," Rowena told him. "Well, about that..."

"Listen, because I am about to make something quite clear," Crowley told her. "My relationship with the Winchesters, Castiel and Octavia is my business. I'll handle them."

"All right, deary," Rowena told him. "Of course. Whatever you say."

Rowena patted his shoulder, walking away, leaving.

§

Lebanon, Kansas

The Bunker - Dean and Ness' Room

(Song:) Arms Wide Open - Creed

Dean and Ness were sitting in their bedroom.

"Who mixes their blood and bones into paint?" Dean asked. "No woman's ever done that for me." He took her hand, smirking. "But you've done far more productive and less-psycho things that outrace that by a landslide."

Ness smiled. "Yeah, I love you, too."

Dean chuckled. "And see? Just because you're not out there in the field doesn't mean that you can't still help us from the comfort of right here."

"Actually, I helped from the comfort of the kitchen," Ness told him.

"All right, smartass," Dean told her. Ness smiled. "If you weren't the genius you are, then we never would've known about Isabella's painting. We never would've even been able to read Isabella's damn journal. Speaking of which, how do you know so many languages and so many things?"

Ness smirked, shrugging. "Dean, you remember how my dad used to tell me when I was little or in my teenage years that I didn't know everything, and that it was his job to take care of me, and not the other way around?" 

Dean nodded. "He still did that to the very end."

Ness smiled a small smile, looking down. "I know he did, Dean." She looked up. "So I grew up determined to prove him wrong by learning everything that I could."

Dean nodded, impressed. "Nice." Ness laughed quietly. Dean slowly turned serious. "You know, I was in that confession for a while. Do you know what I confessed when I wasn't screwing around to lure Isabella out?"

Ness looked at him curiously. "What?"

"I was confessing that I didn't want to lose what I've lost so many times before," Dean told her. "You know, you, Sam, Catty, Sow, Cas, Ava, family, friends. And that I didn't want to die. You know, the life we live, the work we do... I pretty much just figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I'd go out the same way that I live. Pedal to the metal, and that would be it."

"And now you gotta be more careful," Ness finished.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I can't leave you behind. And I can't leave them behind. You know, in the past, I've been so reckless, and I didn't think twice about it. But today, when Isabella was so close in gutting me, in killing me, I realized that I can't do that anymore. I'm just starting to think that... maybe there's more to it all than I thought. I can't keep doing that and end up getting killed. I can't do that to you, and I sure as hell can't do that to them. I'm not leaving you alone to deal with this on your own. And whatever we do, whatever happens... we're gonna do it together. And I don't buy for one second that the Mark is a terminal diagnosis. And with everything that's going on, we gotta get that thing off of you now more than ever. There has to be a way, and we will find it. That's what we do."

Ness smiled a small, touched smile, leaning closer to kiss him sweetly but passionately. Dean placed a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss.

Ness pulled away, smiling, sitting back next to him. "We'll find a way, Dean."

They laid down together.

"Whatever happens, it's on me," Dean told her. "I'll do anything to get this thing off of you."

"Even if I can't do anything to help?" Ness asked.

Dean looked at Ness, sighing, wrapping his arms around her. "You're helping by not giving up."

Ness put her head on his chest, relaxing in his arms, smiling a small, tired, relaxed smile. "Okay. I can believe that."

Dean and Ness looked at each other, smiling small smiles. Dean turned the light off so they could get a night of sleep.