Will shifted in her sleep as she woke up, trying to rub away the sleep in her eyes as she turned on her side. She opened her eyes, and looked up, smiling softly at Sam who was looking down at her, running his healed hand through her hair.

"Good morning," he whispered huskily, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly.

"Morning," she replied with a cheeky grin.

He laughed at her. "You seem to have slept well," he teased. She stuck her tongue out at him as she sat up, holding the sheets to her chest.

"And it seems your ego grew a few more layers," she taunted, causing him to smirk as he laid back, putting his hands behind his head.

"Well, I won't deny that. After all, all I heard last night was my name."

Will scoffed, "Whatever."

"Really?" he raised a brow, "Doesn't ring a bell? Sam, oh, Sam!" he mimicked her in a cracked high pitched tone.

Will blushed, before she tacked Sam and held him down by his chest, causing him to chuckle loudly as she pushed him to try and stop him.

"That's not funny!" she whined, giggling as Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them over, hovering over her.

He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, resting one of his hands on her cheeks. Will kissed back harder, deepening the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door.

"Morning, Fuck Rabbits! Ellen wants us to meet her at a roadhouse! Get descent and lets get a move on it!"

Will chuckled as she parted from Sam, the brunette turning and glaring at the door where his brother stood behind.

"Damn him," Sam growled annoyed. Will chuckled.

"Come on, Moose. It must be important," she laughed as she pushed him off, and got out of bed to shower.

***

As the three hunters sat at the bar at Ellen's, Jo was waiting tables and cleaning up from the night before. Ellen gave the three hunters a look, before turning to her daughter.

"Jo? Go pull up another case of beer," she stated as she wiped her hands off. Jo gave her a look.

"Mom-"

"Now, please."

Jo noticed her mother's look, before nodding, and leaving the room.

"So, you, uh, want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen raised a brow at the three, as she leaned up against the bar in front of them. Dean shook his head.

"Nope. Not really," he answered. Ellen gave him a look, "No offense, just kind of a family thing."

Ellen reached over and slapped a newspaper in front of him, "Not anymore."

She glared at the older Winchester, "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burned down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, we think so."

Dean gave his brother a look, "Sam."

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"None of your business," Dean snapped. Ellen gave him a sharp look.

"You mind your tone with me, boy," she said dangerously, "This isn't just your war. This is war. Something big and bad is coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we got is us-- together. No secrets or half-truths here."

Dean sighed, realizing she was right.

"There are people out there like Andy... and Sam," Will started, "And they all have some kind of ability."

"Ability?" Ellen asked confused.

"Yeah. A psychic ability. Sam has premonitions, Andy could control people's minds. It's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like them-"

"He also has unknown plans for Will," Sam added.

"What kind of plans?" Ellen questioned. Will shrugged.

"You guess is a good as ours."

"These people out there, these psychics, are they dangerous?"

Dean shook his head, "No. Not all of them."

"But some are, some are very dangerous," Sam added.

"Okay, how many are we looking at?"

"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six-month birthday," Dean stated. Sam shook his head.

"That's not true," he denied. Dean raised a brow.

"What?"

"Webber or Ansem Weems or whatever his name is-- I looked at his files and there was no house fires. There's nothing out of the ordinary. And the demon went after Will right after her brother was born, but she was already well over seven, then."

Ellen nodded as Jo walked in with the case of beer, "Which breaks pattern. So, if there's any others like him, there would be nothing in the system, no way to track them all down."

"And so who knows how many of them are really out there?' Dean realized. Ellen nodded.

"Jo, honey?"

"Yeah?"

"You better break out the whiskey, instead."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Los Angeles, California," Dean stated as he threw his bag into the trunk of the Impala, along with Sam and Will.

"What's in L.A.?" Sam asked.

"A young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult."

"The girl got a name?" Will raised a brow.

"Katie Holmes."

Sam chuckled, "That's funny. And, for you, so bitchy."

Suddenly, there was a crash in the roadhouse, causing all three of them to look at it confused, hearing Jo and Ellen shout at each other.

"Of course, on the other hand, cat fight," Dean shrugged.

"I am your mother! I don't have to be reasonable!"

"You can't keep me here!"

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie!"

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna chain me up in the basement?"

"You've had worse ideas than that recently. You don't want to stay? Don't-- Go back to school!"

"I didn't belong there. I was a freak with a knife collection!"

"Yeah, but getting yourself killed on some dusty back road-- that's where you belong?!"

They went silent as they finally noticed the three hunters in the room. Ellen glared at them.

"Guys, bad time," Ellen snapped. The brothers gulped nervously.

"Yes, ma'am."

Will rolled her eyes, "Is everything all right?"

Jo shook her head, "No. I want to know what they think about this."

"I don't care what they think!" Ellen snapped.

"Are you guys open?" a voice came from the door.

"No!"

"Yes!"

Ellen and Jo both shouted at the same time.

"We'll just check out the Arby's down the road," they chuckled nervously, before leaving. Suddenly, the phone rang, and Ellen went to answer it.

"Harvelle's," she greeted, "Yeah, preacher."

Jo took her chance to explain.

"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment," she said as she held out a folder to Dean. Dean just stares at it, "Take it. It won't bite."

"No, but your mom might," he retorted. She just gives him a look. He gives in and takes the folder.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years, six women have vanished-- all from the same building, all young blondes. It only happens every decade or two, so cops never eyeball the pattern. So, we're either dealing with a very old serial killer--"

"Who put this together? Ash?" Dean asked as he flipped through the file.

"I did it myself," Jo admitted. Dean hummed impressed.

"I got to admit, we've hit the road for a lot less," Sam shrugged as Ellen hung up the phone.

"Good. If you like the case so much, you take it," Ellen said as she walked over.

"Mom!"

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I won't lose you, too. I just won't."

Jo sighed in defeat, before she walked out of the room.

As Sam and Dean got ready to leave, Will gave them a smile as she grabbed her bag from the trunk.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked her confused.

"I'm gonna find information on what me sharing your visions mean," she answered.

"Then, I'm coming with you," he stated. She shook her head.

"No, Dean will most likely need back up-"

"Hey!"

"And it will just be a quick trip. Then, I'll meet you back here. Easy, peasy."

Sam looked into her blue eyes, before sighing in defeat, "Fine. Just, please, be careful."

Will nodded, leaning up and pecking his lips lightly, "I always am, Moose."

With that, she was gone in the blink of an eye.

***

Will sighed as she waited in the small cafe in Chicago, tapping her foot anxiously as she checked her watch again. Finally, a ring came from the bell of the front door, and someone walked over to Will's table, sitting down in the seat in front of her.

"Hello, again, Love," he smirked. Will glared at him.

"Klaus," she hissed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What do I owe the pleasure? Have you killed your beloved yet?" he taunted.

"This is actually about him. And, seeing as you're an artifact in the flesh, why not see if you can help?" she gave a tight smile. He raised a brow.

"What can I do for you?"

"I have been able to share certain visions with Sam when we make physical contact. I'm also able to sense when he's in danger, and have the same wounds inflicted on him appear on my skin. What could be the cause of that?"

Klaus thought for a moment, before he smirked.

"There was an old story that my mother would tell me as a child. Of how the servants of the moon served for only good. And in return, mother nature would give back a reward. This reward, was the other half of their soul. And since the werewolves weren't loved because they were thought to be beasts, their other half would take the form as a lover, and charish them for all time. Now, not all werewolves were able to experience this, if they had gone against their service to the moon goddess, Diana, but those who stayed true... Or on a rare occasion were the reincarnation of the moon goddess, would find their, how do you say? Their anima gemella."

Will's eyes widened as he said this.

"Soulmate," she whispered. He smirked.

"Ah, you have found your soulmate? How delightful," he chuckled, "No wonder you haven't killed him yet."

Will didn't listen to his words, all that she could think of was the last words her mother had said to her before she had died.

You gotta find your soulmate, Willow. They will help you control the shift. Be careful, my darling. Take care of your family.

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