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I am so sorry I haven't updated this in such a long time, what with exams and uni interviews I've had very little time to write, so thank you all for the wait! :D Not entirely happy with this chapter. Not sure why though – it just seems off – tell me all what you think :D

* Disclaimer – Nope not mine! Sadly. . ., Kripke's is a pretty fun sandbox to be playing in though :D

Chapter 3

Sam looked around as he heard the hearty rumble of the Impala come down the street towards him. Dean slowed the beloved car to a stop beside Sam, waiting for his brother to get in. Once he was, Dean waited for a minute before driving off again.

"You find anything interesting?" Dean asked his brother.

Sam shook his head, "No, not really. They all went out for a few drinks, Patrick met a girl, stayed to chat her up. He left when her boyfriend showed. But, no-one seems to know who this girl is or seen her before." Sam sighed as he summarised the information he had found.

"Not surprising in a big city like this I guess." Dean replied. "Well, I really think we need to check out the crime scene. Patrick's eardrums were busted. Now I'm no expert, but I'd say that's a pretty uncommon side affect to having your throat slit."

"Yeah, you think?" Laughed Sam, as Dean turned the car and headed toward the crime scene.

Five minutes later they arrived at the scene. Not surprisingly, there was yellow police tape still blocking off the small alleyway.

The Winchester's stepped out of the Impala, showing their badges to the policeman guarding the scene and ducking under the tape. Glass was scattered everywhere, and there was a big patch of blood in between the buildings on either side of them.

"Where'd all the glass come from?" Dean speculated.

Sam looked around, and then looked up. Seeing the windows of the tall buildings beside them all smashed, he nudged Dean's arm, and pointed up.

"The windows?" Dean asked.

"Looks like." Sam replied.

"How did they smash all the way up there?" Dean further questioned, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

"Beats me." Sam replied. They looked around the ground for anything that might indicate what they were dealing with, but there was nothing. Judging from the evidence here, it looked like Patrick had simply smashed all the windows around him before slitting his own throat, which they knew would never have happened.

It was not long before they walked back towards the Impala. They were both slightly dumbfounded, unsure of what they should do next. They had hoped examining the scene would resolve some issues and questions they had, but instead it had done the opposite, forming new questions that they had no answer to and still leaving them stumped to the identity of what they were hunting.

-Supernatural- The next day -Supernatural-

"Got the police reports." Dean announced as he entered the small motel room. "Guess what?"

Sam looked up from his laptop, "What?"

"The other two victims, Eoghain Campbell and the other guy called Michael Colton, both had blood coming from their ears." Dean stated, smirking as he evaluated his brothers reaction to this news.

"Huh." Sam replied, displaying his oh-so-famous sturgeon-face.

"And, get this, any windows around the crime scene were smashed. The police think the murders are connected to robberies, probably best they could come up with." Dean joked.

"So," Sam started, "the victims were all men, they all had their throats slashed and their ears were all bleeding." He summarised.

"Yep, pretty much. Oh, and Patrick's family are here to collect his body." Dean called over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen. "Dude did you get me pie?"

"Yeah, it's in the bag." Sam replied, shaking his head once again at his brother's obsession with pie.

Dean rustled through the white plastic bag sitting on the work-top, smirking when he found his pie.

"Yes!" He chuckled, "Blueberry!"

Sam looked over at his brother, "Finish that, then we'll go talk to Patrick's parents. I'm pretty sure they'll be at his old apartment."

Dean nodded his head, "So long as your pretty sure." He replied with a full mouth.

Sam smiled, "Really pretty sure."

-Supernatural-

Dean stopped the Impala outside Patrick's apartment building. It looked much the same as it had the day before when Sam had came, except this time, the door was closed. The Winchester's stepped out of the car, fixing their suits as they walked across the road to the apartments opposite.

Dean knocked on the door, looking across at Sam before digging his hand into his jacket pocket, getting ready to show his badge.

One of the guys Sam had met the day before answered the door. Sam was pretty sure his name was Colm. "Hey, guys, look I'm sorry, this isn't really a good time." He said once he recognised Sam.

"Look, it will only take a few minutes. We need to see Patrick's family." Sam pleaded, puppy-eyes on full blow.

Colm looked into the house, then back at the brothers, before nodding and opening the door, a look of worry and sadness on his face.

"Follow me."

Colm led them down into the living room of the house. It was decorated with warm colours, all peaches and browns. There was a little electric fire dancing in the fireplace which had comfy looking chairs and a couch around it. It was a cosy little place, and sitting on the couch closest the small, artificial fire, was who the Winchester's presumed to be Mr and Mrs O'Neill.

Sam looked over to Colm for confirmation on the identity of the couple on the couch, eyebrows raised in question. Colm nodded, understanding what Sam wanted to know.

"Mr and Mrs O'Neill?" Sam asked, causing the couple to look up at him in response. "My name's Agent Angus, I'm with the FBI. This is my partner, Agent Young." Sam introduced them, indicating to himself and Dean as they showed their badges. "We wanted to ask you a few questions about your son."

They just dazedly nodded, eyes downcast, looking at the ground below them. "Please, sit." Mrs O'Neill asked. "Colm? Get these young men a nice cup of tea, it would be rude not to." She ordered.

"Of course." Colm replied with a small smile. "Do you boys take sugar? Milk?"

"No sugar, just milk." Sam replied. Colm looked at Dean expectantly.

"Same as him." Dean answered Colm before he left the room, heading for the kitchen.

"Both sweet enough I see." Mrs O'Neill stated quietly.

"Sorry?" Sam asked politely.

"Patrick never took sugar in his tea either. We used to joke that it was because he was already sweet enough without needing more sugar." Mrs O'Neill explained, sighing as she became lost in an old memory.

"Look, we're just going to cut right to the chase so we can get out of your hair as soon as possible." Dean began, "We were wondering if anything odd had ever happened to Patrick?"

"Odd?" Mr O'Neill questioned.

"Yeah, like, weird. Different. Anything like that y'know." Dean said, his mouth curling into a charming smile as he did.

The elderly couple thought for a moment. "There was this one time." Mr O'Neill started, the wrinkles in his face seeming to deepen, his eyes darken. Suddenly he looked much older than he had before. He took in a deep breath before beginning his story. "Years ago, Patrick must've only been about eighteen, he had just only passed his driving test. We had got him a car, a shabby little thing, barely ran, but boy did he love it." He chuckled at the memory of his son, so full of life, such a short time ago, and the excitement and pride in his face when he had saw his car for the first time.

"He drove everywhere, and always jumped at the chance to take his friends somewhere in the car, he was so eager to show it off. He would drive them to school, cinema, nights out, anywhere. About two months after he got his car, Patrick headed up to collect Colm. Him and the boys were going to go out to the cinema, they were going to meet some girls." Sam and Dean smiled lightly, listening intently to the old man's story. "That night. . .It was stormy. The wind shook the trees with more force than I would have thought possible, the rain fell in buckets and the lightening flashed across the sky every few minutes." Mr O'Neill continued in his gravelly voice. "Colm lived up a back lane, on top of a hill.

On the way back from his house, Patrick, Colm, Eoghain and Oran, who had all joined Patrick at Colm's, were driving down the lane. I don't know how it happened, but the car went into a hedge on the side of the road, causing a tree to fall on top of it. They-they were all stuck." Mr O'Neill said, stopping for a minute, his voice beginning to shake.

"What happened?" Dean questioned, encouraging the man to continue his story.

"When we didn't see them come down from the lane, we got worried. So, we called Colm's parents, we could barely hear them the phone reception had gotten so bad, but we gathered that the boys had left Colm's house quite some time ago." Mr O'Neill looked down at his feet, his whole body was shaking from the emotional exhaustion of telling the story.

"Mr O'Neill? Sir? Are you okay?" Sam questioned in his emotive, but authoritative voice. Sam looked over at Dean, uncharacteristically unsure of what to do, Dean just subtly shrugged his shoulders, signifying that he had no idea either. "I mean, they must've all been fine, right? If they all made it here."

"Yes dear, they were." Mrs O'Neill answered Sam in a kind voice, "It is what we saw when we went up to look for our son that scares us."

"What did you see?" Sam and Dean answered in unison, eager to know more of the story.

"There was a woman. She was standing, floating, whatever, over the car. When we arrived at the scene, she was crying." Mr O'Neill described, looking up at the brothers, his eyes telling of his desperation for them to believe him. "A real sharp wail, y'know?" Sam and Dean nodded, understanding what the man meant.

"She was beautiful. Her skin pure white, almost glowing. She had a long white gown on her, she might have been about twenty. We were confused as to how she got there, but we never got to ask. Soon as she saw us, she vanished in a blink of an eye." Mr O'Neill finished with a bitter tone.

Both Sam and Dean's eyebrows shot up, baffled at the man's description of what had happened. Mr O'Neill's lips curled into a small smile upon seeing their expressions. "That's not even the strangest thing." He continued. "When she was disappearing, there were these -these" he stuttered as he tried to find the right word, "these . . . bursts of energy – they came off her and went into the car where the boys were. They looked like little ghosty orbs. We didn't understand it, and a couple of seconds after they went into the car, we could hear noise coming from inside from all four of the boys, when before we could hear nothing at all. Just some coughing, or groaning. It was strange, it seemed like the woman had been absorbing their life energy, or life force, and when she was interrupted, it was like she was scared away. But we worried that if this was true, she might come back and finish what she had started. " Mr O'Neill looked up at Sam and Dean, his eyes formed tunnels of despair, "It looks like she has. You probably think us foolish, but we were raised to accept myths and legends for what they are. "

Sam and Dean shot glances at each other, unsure of where this new lead was going to bring them, as they had never heard of any creature doing what the old man in front of them had just described. They thanked the old couple for their time, not wanting to press the O'Neill's any furhter, as they looked already too shaken by the questioning, so they left and headed back to the motel.

-Supernatural-

"What could do something like that Dean?" Sam was sitting at his computer, he had searched for myhts, or legends connected to beautiful women and 'white orbs' (which he was unsure even existed). Several legends had came up, and he was finding it hard to narrow it down – they were all pretty much the same, and of course, all including a pretty woman who sucked life energy from humans. He asked Dean, hoping, probably in vain, that his brother might have had in the last hour, an epiphany, telling him exactly what they were hunting.

"I don't know, Paris Hilton?" Dean joked in reply to Sam.

Sam, however was not in the mood, "What?"

"Mmm you're right, it's not really her thing." Dean nodded, enjoying winding up his brother.

"Dean. Can we take this seriously? People are dying!"

"I am taking it seriously!" Dean retorted. When Sam's only reaction was to look back at his computer screen, Dean said, "Bitch."

The corner's of Sam's mouth turned up into a slight smile, oddly comforted by the old teasing comments between him and Dean, "Jerk." He replied.

"Hang on, Dean? I think I found something."

"What is it?" Dean replied, the excitement in Sam's voice triggering his interest.

"An Angel of Death." Sam replied, "What?" He continued when he saw Dean's eyebrows raised.

"Don't you think Cas would've came and told us if it was an angel doing all this? And I thought Death, as in the horseman, was the angel of death?" Dean challenged, sure that his friend would've told them, maybe even assisted them, if what was happenning was a result of angel activity.

"Not necessarily. There can be more than one of a particular type of angel, take cupid, for example. Plus, there's a war in heaven remember? Cas is busy, and this particular angel might be fighting in Raphael's corner." Sam explained logically, smiling as Dean nodded his head in agreement of his points. "Call him."

Dean looked over at Sam, annoyance in his eyes, "You call him! I always do, gonna start to feel like a desperate twelve year old girl with a new crush."

"Dean." Sam replied, using what could only be explained as his'mom' voice.

"Fine." Dean replied, closing his eyes and awkwardly sitting down on the bed. "Earth calling Castiel," Dean made up, trying to figure out what to say, "and praying that he will get his feathery ass down here and party with us humans for a while."

"Hello Dean. Sam. You called?" Dean's eyes shot open upon hearing Castiel's familiar gravelly voice, seeing the angel standing by the window at the opposite side of the motel. Dean had to give it to Cas, he had definitely gotten better at this whole 'personal space' thing.

"Yeah Cas, it's about this thing we're hunting. It takes the form of a beautiful woman, and apparantly, has the power to absorb the life force, like soul, of a person." Sam explained, getting right to the point. "We think it's an angel of death."

"No. It's not an Angel." Cas replied in his monotoned voice.

"You're sure? I mean, the legend is pretty close to what we've heard." Sam asked, he had been pretty sure he was right when he first came across the site.

Cas glared at Sam, "I'm sure. There has been no angel activity in this town until five minutes ago, when I arrived. Is there anything else you know?"

"Well. . ." Sam began, thinking through what he remembered about the case.

"The windows on the crime scene were all smashed? Does that qualify?" Dean offered.

Castiel thought for a moment, eyebrows scrunching together as he did. Sam and Dean waited patiently, well almost patiently.

"It doesn't sound like an angel of death." Cas simply stated, looking over at the brother's.

"Well what then?" Sam pressed.

Cas cast his eyes to the ground, "It sounds more like a sister of death, but gone rogue. You would know her as a banshee."

A/N: So. . . What did you all think? :D My first time writing Castiel! Hope it went ok! Thanks for reading – free virtual cake for all who reviews this chapter ;)