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A/N: If you are reading this thanks! If you guys want you can leave your guesses in the review section… that will make sense at the end of this chapter.

Set before Samdreiel in Season 8. This is inbetween that episode and the Looney Toons one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Dean Winchester sauntered with his shoulders back and eyes wary around the fair grounds, the smell of cotton candy, dirty diapers and rusted metal filling his nose as he past by the many tents and decrepit rides of the aging amusement park. A frown played at the corners of his mouth as he continued his endless search through the small clusters of the crowd that would wander into his path, forcing him to step to either side and weave around, sending a sarcastic grin to the woman who was failing to watch her three children.

Little demons all on their own he thought when glancing back to see one of the little boys yank on his brother's shirt, tearing it and receiving a reprimand from the mother.

Dean continued looking around each way the dirt path went or the wind blew against the red and yellow striped tents. His hand involuntarily patted the bulge the demon killing knife made in its small sheath around his waist residing underneath the hem of his coat where it was hidden from wandering glances.

Where is that stupid son of a- he began to think, angry by the fact that he had yet to find the demon he was hunting, but his thought was interrupted when he ran into a brick wall, causing him to swagger backwards, dazed.

Shaking his head he looked forwards and sighed in annoyance.

Not a brick wall, just his 9 foot tall, 2 ton 'little' brother.

"Dean?" Sam asked looking down at his elder sibling with a look of surprise.

"No, Jack Kennedy," Dean said lowering his brow in cynicism.

Sam only rolled his eyes.

"You find anything?" Dean asked, frown still on his face.

"No, you?" Sam asked, shifting his eyes making sure they weren't being watched or heard by the demon or anyone else.

"No," Dean said solemnly, looking towards a tent, somehow hoping that the demon would just appear in front of it, black eyes and all.

"Well where could it be?" Sam asked, fixating his eyes on Dean, who at the question made eye contact as well.

"Heck if I know," Dean said exasperatedly, throwing his arms up. "We've been searching this town for two days, and the only lead we've gotten has led us to this crummy place. You know I'm starting to think that this demon doesn't even exist!"

"Cas said he felt a presence, and there was the report of those kids," Sam answered, defending their cause.

"So a bunch of kids get a bad cold, doesn't mean a demon did it. And Cas has been wrong before- wait. Where is Cas?" Dean looked around with narrow eyes, now searching for their missing angel friend and the demon. Great now two things we need to find.

"I don't know," Sam said, brow raising when he suddenly realized the trench coat wearing man was no where to be seen.

"I thought he was with you?" Dean said, more accusing than he meant to sound.

"He said he wanted to scope out the other side of the park," Sam said, remembering just then that he had forgotten about the wandering 'hunter.'

Aw man, Cas! Now we have to find you too? Dean grumbled in his mind.

As if he had read Dean's thoughts or overheard the brothers' conversation, the latter being the more likely of the two, the angel suddenly appeared next to the two brothers, his back towards the back of the tent the two had been standing next to.

Castiel wore no expression as per usual, his shoulders slumped in the long, tan fabric of his coat, yet somehow still reaching his full height and looking the peak of confidence.

"Where have you been?" Dean asked as if he was talking to a disobedient child or animal.

The unexpecting Castiel pulled backwards from the sudden contempt in his companion's voice.

"I have found the demon," Cas said in his normal, rough voice, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he spoke.

Dean let out a sigh and with a grin turned to Sam. The two shared a look through which dean voiced a sarcastic Of course he did! which Sam's only response was an emphasized head shake.

"Lead the way," Dean said with the same tone he had in his head, looking at the angel.

Cas's look of confusion stayed, and he turned to Sam, hoping the younger Winchester would supply an answer to his brother's reaction. Unfortunately for him, the only answer he got was a look to the sky, obviously avoiding the situation entirely. Cas only mentally sighed, his brow relaxing as his attention returned to the eldest of the siblings.

He responded to the previous statement with a head nod.

He quickly navigated through the crowd as the morning sun approached its noon setting, the Winchesters briskly and quietly following a few steps behind him. In a matter of minutes the three were standing in front of a tent.

The black trim around the fabric's edges was the only markings on it except a strange eye. It was obvious this was a fortune teller's tent but the symbol was unlike any other county fair seer's mark. Instead of the black circle acting as the pupil ending, a line of black extended past the eye's outline then curved back down almost touching its starting position: a music note, an eighth note to be exact.

Dean and Sam stood a step behind Castiel who stared at the makeshift building.

"You sure this is the place? I don't want to bust in there and scare some old lady and whoever she's scamming," Dean said looking around, searching for any wandering eyes. Even though no one was around his hand went to his knife, the force of protective, paranoid habit showed on Sam who was doing the same with the handgun in his pocket.

"Yes, I feel the presence of a demon," Cas replied without looking back.

Sam and Dean both took steps forward, ready to barge in, but both stopped when an arm shot out in front of them. Cas looked over his shoulder and spoke.

"Perhaps it would be best if I were to go in first and see what is inside. This presence is quite…strange," he suggested.

Sam nodded to Dean who sighed and lowered his hand.

"Okay, go do your fly on the wall thing, but if you get a whiff of trouble you zap yourself out of there," Dean said.

Cas nodded his head and disappeared, leaving the boys to look as casual as possible while standing awkwardly in front of the tent, waiting for their saintly friend to come back from being invisible in the demonic lair two feet away from them.

Yep, just another Tuesday for the Winchesters.

A few minutes went by before the two spoke to each other.

It was Sam who broke the silence.

"He's been in there a while," he told Dean who was looking around the little path that broke off from the main. It seemed like not many people came down this way, but then why would they when all there is is a weird fortune teller, a closed down game tent and a bunch of creepy animal figurines just strewed along an open, grassy area. Down a ways, Dean heard kids laughing and a few parents yelling. In the distance the ding of the hammer game bell rung signaling that some guy just won his sweetheart a giant teddy bear. He took his eyes off the direction of the noise and looked over his shoulder at his brother.

"What'd you say?" he said, not realizing how engrossed he had been in looking out for oncoming trouble.

Sam huffed in irritation, Just once I would like it if I didn't have to repeat myself.

"Do you think we should go in there?" Sam asked, getting right to the point.

Dean looked at him without answering for a moment, his hand not moving from hovering over the hem of his jacket where the knife was.

Should we? Cas told us to let him go in first. What if he is overhearing something, getting information on something? Plus he is a demon killing machine, he can handle himself. Then again what if he's been captured? He did say the demon felt strange. What if that meant it was stronger than most or had some sort of weapon?

In the one scenario we'd save Cas.

In the other we'd have one really ticked off angel on our hands.

"Let's go," Dean said, removing the knife from its casing and preparing to attack, deciding that he would rather deal with an angry Cas than an injured Cas.

Sam pulled out his gun, not that it would do much good against a demon other than distract them, but there was only one demon killing knife between the two of them.

The two stepped up to the opening of the tent, so that they were but inches away.

Holding their weapons at ready positions, Dean mouthed to Sam, "One…two…three!"

At the end of the silent counting the two burst into the room and were fairly surprised at what they found.

"Cas?" Dean asked confusedly, keeping his knife up but scrunching his face in bewilderment as he did. Sam kept his gun up as well but wore the same expression as Dean.

The angel looked up from the antique, wooden chair he was sitting in. When the two had burst in his forehead had been resting in the palm of his hand, then, at the sound of his name, he looked up with the most exhausted and goaded look the boys had seen on him.

"Oh there you boys are! I was wondering when you would show up," a young woman's voice sweetly rang in the direction of where Cas was sitting.

Their attention swiftly turned to the desk in front of Castiel, where a young woman, who couldn't have been two years younger than Sam, stood with a smile on her face.

She wore the clothes of a pop star. Her ripped white jeans, black knee high boots and shining purple blouse which ruffled around her neck accentuated the pink stripes in her dark brunette hair as it curled down to the tip of her shoulders. A purple headband pulled the shiny locks out of her face revealing the golden swirls of make up around her deep sapphire eyes, her light pink lipstick matching the little circles of her earrings. On both wrists she wore golden brackets of ringlets which completely covered her tanned wrists. The most glaring part of her attire, despite how hard it might be to believe, was the golden amulet around her neck, adorned with a few rubies and a giant white lotus charm as the center piece of the chain.

She was eccentric looking but beautiful at the same time.

Her eyes held a spark as she looked at them, a bit of glee that showed in her pink grin as well, but also a wise look, a knowing look a sixth grade teacher has when speaking to her class.

Not anything like the other fortune tellers they had encountered.

"Please sit," she politely commanded in a silky voice to the newcomers who stared at her dumbfounded.

"Uh, listen we'd love to but we are sort of busy," Dean said putting his hands up and looking towards the exit. Sam, unmoving, glancing over and nodding in agreement.

"Oh, but please," the woman pouted like a little girl, "let me at least take your reading."

"We really don't have time for this, if you will excuse us and our friend here," Sam said pointing to the unmoving angel who just stared at the two without any comment.

"But don't you want to find out where the demon you're hunting is?" she asked without a hitch in her voice.

Both men, as soon as they heard the word 'demon' sprung back into their battle stances, weapons returning to positions at which they could easily be used.

"How would you know anything about that?" Dean said, a hint of acid lacing his voice as he assumed the only way she could know was she was in fact possessed.

A high pitched giggle, not the maniacal laugh of the spawn of Satan, but the laugh one would have towards a joke, came from her mouth, causing both of them to raise their eyebrows.

"Boys, boys, boys," she said calming from her little laughing fit, her right hand patting her chest as a means to calm herself down. "There's no need for violence here, I am not a demon. Am I Castiel?"

Both pairs of eyes landed on the forgotten comrade. Both were also wondering how she knew his name if she wasn't a demon, and knew that he would be able to tell them if she were or were not a monster.

"She is not the demon," were the only words he said before looking down at the floor as though he were in deep contemplation.

The eyes, now more questioning than before, turned back to the stranger.

"Then how do you know about the demon we are hunting? Are you a hunter?" Sam asked, his tone cautious at the thought. Not all hunters were very good people, at least not the ones they had been encountering lately.

She only smiled and shook her head, the whimsy in her eyes never ceasing.

"Well if you know where it is tell us," Dean said, a little tired of this game.

Her lips scrunched up until they were on one side of her face, as though she were thinking about it. Her mouth relaxed when she began to speak.

"I will tell you about your demon, if you allow me to give each of you a reading," she wagered.

"What?" Sam rhetorically asked.

"We aren't going to pay for some silly scam. Just give us the information and we'll be on our way," Dean commanded, hoping they wouldn't have to pay for the information. He had left his wallet back in the car by accident and he highly doubted Sam had enough money to pay her off alone.

"Nope, not unless you see what I have to show you," she protested in her obviously headstrong ways.

"This was the point we were at before you came in," Cas said from his chair, his exhausted expression now making sense: arguing with this chick was tough.

Dean glanced away from Cas, who had drawn everyone's attention with his comment, to look her in the eyes. Perhaps he could stare her down.

From where Sam was speculating, it appeared his brother was fighting a losing battle.

"Did I mention it is free of charge," she said after staring in the eldest Winchester's gaze for a few moments, her smile large on her small sculpted face.

That was his breaking point.

"Fine," he said frustrated, "Go ahead and do your voodoo, hoodoo, whatever. Read Sam's palm if you like, look into a crystal ball, but afterwards you spill everything you know."

"Oh yay!" she said and began to walk back towards the desk, turning around and pointing towards two empty chairs next to Cas. "Sit, please."

Grumbling in his head about the defeat he had just endured, Dean took the seat in the middle, meaning Sammy had to take the one on the end opposite of Cas.

Not wanting to seem like a pouting child, Dean took this opportunity to look around the room the tent made.

The purple fabric made the walls, and a few woven rugs sprawled across the ground made it seem more like a home, though the bits of grass coming through the area where there was no rug threw that feeling off.

It appeared that the room was separated by the rugs themselves.

On one large rug, about the size of the impala, there was a small bookshelf filled will large texts, though they couldn't really get a good look at what they were about. Pillows of all different colors lined the edges of the carpet, leaving a good portion, the center of the rug, wide open.

The other rug, a deep blue with a light blue trim and white swans at each of the four corners, their beaks pointing towards the center, had the large desk and three chairs, four if counting hers, on top of it. Strange thing about the table in front of them was the fact there were no trinkets on the table. Actually there weren't any objects of any kind that would indicate that this was a seer's domain.

Looking over his shoulder, towards the swan rug corner behind him, Dean saw two things.

A CD player sitting on a small end table with a large chest, so tall it reached her navel and as wide as the tent's doorway, sitting on the ground next to it. She rummaged through the chest, muttering some incoherent words, but also making the cracking sound of moving plastic.

It wasn't until she pulled out a CD case that Dean realized that the chest was full of CDs.

"Umm, guys," Dean said glancing at the other two, but to his surprise they too were watching her with puzzlement.

"Maybe Cher? No that's ridiculous! Beethoven? No, too unreadable… Bowie?" She spoke louder as she picked up a different disk case and then rejected it, setting it back into the case with a care.

After a few moments, she looked over her shoulder, but did not get up from kneeling on the ground next to the chest.

"Sam is to go first right?" she asked suddenly.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Sam chirped after being taken aback slightly by her abruptness.

She nodded, lips twisting in the concentration way they had done before, and turned back to the chest. She stared down into the contents without moving. The air was still until she jumped up and cheered, "Got it!"

In a blink of an eye she pulled out a CD case, closed the trunk's lid, and had the disk in her hands. She placed it into the player, picked up a black controller and walked over to the other side of the large table where she plopped down into her chair, twisting the player's remote in her hands. The entire time she kept her smile and only looked up at the men when she was fully situated in her chair.

"Now then are we ready to begin?" she asked Sam directly.

He sent her a questioning look with both his eyes and a tilt of his head.

"Um, what exactly is going to begin?" Dean asked sharing a suspicious glance with Cas, who was now leaning forward in his chair.

"Why the reading of course!" she said as though she had just informed him the Earth was round not flat.

"Yeah, okay…but where's the stuff?" he asked with a humorless laugh.

"Stuff? I don't understand? What stuff?" she said her smile falling into a confused line.

"You know the stuff! The crystal ball, the cards, that sort of thing. The stuff," Dean said, his face growing serious, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, that stuff," she giggled out, laughing once more like she heard a good joke.

"Yeah," Sam drawled out, warily looking over at Dean, mentally asking both himself and his brother what they had gotten into.

"I don't use that 'stuff'," she said, her normal grin returning.

"Why not?" Dean asked genuinely confused.

"Because I do not give those types of readings," she stated with a roll of her eyes.

All three men shared a questioning look together.

"Then what readings do you give?" Cas asked, looking at with his head slightly pointed towards the side in an interrogating fashion.

"I give a musical reading," she said in a matter of fact tone. "I give you the gift of your soul through music."

"What?" Dean blurted out, but was silence by a pointed look from the 'soul gifter.'

"You agreed to my terms, do you want to know about the demon or not?" she argued.

The three shared another look before Dean sighed and Sam nodded, signaling for her to begin.

"Great!" she said cheerfully, raised the black plastic in her hand, and pressed the green button causing Sam's song to begin.

I do not think every chapter will be this long, unless you guys want them to be. But please leave a review and if you want try to guess what Sam's song, or the other two's, will be then leave it in the comments.

Thanks to anyone who reads this!