Scene shows a young man in a room lit with candles. He is standing at a table, performing some sort of ritual. There is a wooden bowl with what looks like blood in it, intricate symbols drawn out in blood on the table, and a knife beside the bowl.

The man picks up the knife and in a strange language dips it into the bowl. He keeps chanting as he pulls it out, the blood not slipping off the blade, but seeping into it. He grins and his eyes flash black with demonic powers.

He sets the knife back down on a leather strap and wraps it. Behind him someone knocks on the door. They open it and ask,

"Is it ready?"

The young demon picks it up and turns around. The man who opened the door is the middle aged man, with silvery hair and a fine suit. The younger demon hands it to him. When he takes it, his eyes flash black as well.

"It is powerful," he remarks, a hint of glee in his voice. "Pity that it's taken this long to get what we needed."

The young demon smiles, "It will be worth it, sir."

"let's hope so. This is a dangerous game we're playing."

"It always has been."

The older demon looked at him, challenging him to continue with his thought. The younger demon looked back at him humbly, realizing his place.

"Where was she last seen?" the older demon asked.

"Outside of Colorado, heading east."

The older demon placed the knife inside of his coat pocket. "Let's get going then."

(Cut to intro)

Dean and Mallory are in the middle of a game of pool, it is sometime in the afternoon.

"... And... Three... two... One..... I'll be taking that bacon cheeseburger, thank you." Mallory stood up from the table in victory.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to the table where a pristine burger sat upon a plate.

"Your majesty," He said dryly, handing it to her.

Mallory happily picked it up and took a bite. "You never stood a chance, anyway." Dean looked at the burger with longing.

Sam walked into where they were playing. He laughed when he saw them. "If you keep playing her, you're gonna have to go out and buy more meat."

"where you headed?" Mallory asked, noticing that he had on his coat.

"I'm gonna grab some groceries. You guys need anything?"

"Yeah, see if you can find Dean any dignity. I think I've taken it all," She smirked.

"I hate this game," Dean grumbled as he walked out of the room.

(Scene Change) Sam is in a parking lot, waiting.

"Sam," Cas said behind him. Sam turned around to the the somber angel.

"Cas," Sam said a relieved tone. "I've been trying to get ahold of you for days."

"I'm sorry, I've been dealing with business."

"It's fine. You gotta minute?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

Sam sighs and looks around. "Maybe, come on."

(Scene Change) they are walking through aisles in the grocery store.

"So, you fear that this Mallory may not be all that she seems?" Cas said tentatively.

"I don't want to sound paranoid- okay, I know I sound paranoid- but Dean doesn't seem so sold. I need a second opinion."

"I fear that going to the bunker may cause concern on Dean's part. It would be strange for me to appear without warrant asking questions about this new hunter. He may become angry with you."

"Seriously, Cas? Come on! Does it really matter at this point."

"I suppose I can come. Let's just hope that if she is something, she is something that we can handle."

"Right."

(Scene Change) Back at the bunker, Dean and Mallory are watching the news on the TV. The scene depicts a diner with its interior stained with blood. Police tape and the police are everywhere. The newsperson states, "Ten people were found killed in the diner this morning, including Rhonda Sims, the diner's owner. Police are suspecting a serial killer in this investigation."

"Hey, isn't that the diner you stopped at?" Dean asked Mallory. She nodded her head slowly, eyes glued to the screen. Dean looked back at the TV.

The scene on the TV cuts to the chief of police outside of the diner. "There's been a very similar case to this back in Blanding, Utah less than a week ago. If this is a serial killer, they may not be working alone, and they're moving very fast- we're just not sure where at this point." The camera on the TV moved back to the inside of the diner. Dean turned off the TV and walked to the dining table.

"You think this could be our thing?" Mallory asked. "... This looks pretty brutal."

Dean was now on a laptop, looking through an article. ".... The one in Utah happened while we were in Missouri," he said as Mallory walked up behind him.

"How were they killed?" She asked.

"Throats slit... Same for the one in Colorado."

"Demons?"

Dean gave an "I don't know, maybe" shrug.

They looked up to see Cas and Sam enter from the upper level. Cas looked awkward walking behind Sam. Him and Mallory made eye contact, Cas gave a puzzled looked, but Mallory remained calm.

"Cas?" Dean asked looking confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I uh-"

"He just wanted to check up on us," Sam said with feigned cheerfulness. Dean looked at Sam suspiciously.

"You a hunter?" Mallory piped up.

Cas gave Sam an uneasy look.

"This is Castiel. He's an angel," Dean said, fed up with Sam's antics.

"Oh. I've had some run ins with angels.... Nice to meet you, Castiel. I'm Mallory. Mallory Devlin." She took his hand and shook it. They looked at each other, sizing the other up. Mallory gave him an easy smile and released his hand. Cas still looked somewhat dumbfounded.

"I had wondered what had taken you so long at the store," Dean continued. "Did you get any more beer?"

"You said you didn't need anything," Sam responded, there was a subtle tension between them.

"It doesn't matter. Mal and I think we found something- Killings in Wyoming a couple days ago. Same type of killings in Colorado this morning."

"How did they die?" Cas asked.

"Throats slits. At least 20 of them dead."

"Have you been in contact with Crowley? Rowena?" Cas questioned.

"This doesn't really seem like their thing," Sam commented. "They're not just going to go on a random killing spree."

"Yeah, their plates are a little full at the moment," Dean agreed.

Mallory looked puzzled. "Who are these people?"

"Long story," Dean said. "We'll explain later."

Sam continued. "So is this something that we want to bother with?"

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"At the rate in which people are dying, it may be a good idea." Castiel concluded.

(Scene Change) Dean walks into the kitchen where Sam and Cas are waiting. Dean doesn't look very happy with them.

"Where's Mallory?" Sam asked.

"She's packing... oh and probably thinking of ways to kills us because apparently that's really why she's here."

"Dean-"

"Do you guys want to tell me what the Hell is going on?!"

"I brought Cas to see what her deal is. Just to settle this."

"And-?" Dean looked at Cas expectantly.

"There's certainly something different about Mallory. A strange sense of evil brews in her, but I can't quite put a finger on it..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, looking surprised that he was right.

"... Like she's evil, bad juju, or..." Dean added.

"Like, she may be cursed. That's all I can identify, but I believe there is more than what I can sense. It's something that I have never encountered before."

Sam looked concerned. "So what do we do?"

"I don't know," Cas admitted. "Try and figure out what you can without angering her. Who knows what kind of havoc she would cause if we got on her bad side."

Sam looked at Dean, who now looked concerned rather than angry. "Do you want to talk to her?" Sam asked Dean. "She trusts you more than anyone."

Dean didn't say anything, but walked out of the room.

(Scene Change) Mallory is in her room, flipping through her notebook, her bag is on the bed. In the background, Van Halen's "Running with the Devil" is playing. The door is slightly open, but Dean knocks on it.

"Yeah," she said, not looking up.

"How's packing going?" Dean asked, walking into the room slowly, but trying to be casual.

"Fine... Hey thanks for letting me borrow this album- One of my favorites."

"No problem. So when did you run into angels? How'd that happen?"

Mallory laughed. "Well, no offense to Castiel, but angels aren't always the nicest." Dean smiled at her response.

"I ran into some somewhere in Turkey- huge pain but I managed to dodge them," she continued. "Got a sweet blade from it though," she said, showing him inside her bag so he could see an angel blade.

"... Well I promise that Cas won't cause you any problems."

"He seems great. I know they're not all bad."

Dean didn't responded so he stood awkwardly. "Yeah, uh, they're pretty powerful..."

"Yeah.." Mallory looked at him suspiciously and set her bag down and turned off the music.

"He noticed... something about you when he came."

"And what was that?" She said in a serious tone.

His face became stern and he asked bluntly. "Mallory, are you cursed?"

Hurt and defiance immediately clouded her face. She looked at him but didn't say anything. Dean waited for her to responded, so they stood in an awkward silence.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the ground. Dean sat down next to her.

"Does it have to do with your nightmares?" he asked.

She nodded. ".... It was a witch... I was cursed as a child. Every time I sleep, I relive my memories- in perfect detail.... Some are good. Some...'' her voice trailed off.

"So you've been having nightmares since you've been here?"

"A couple of times. I've spent countless nights lying awake because I didn't know what I would have to relive every time I slept. But I can only go so far before failing. I've tried everything I could think of to reverse it, but the witch died before I could find her again, but her death didn't cause it to go away... It was such an old form of magic, I've yet to find another who could take it away."

"I'm sorry Mal."

"We all have our demons," she smiled faintly.

"I'm glad you told me though," Dean stood up.

"There's one more thing," she stopped him.

"What's that?"

"If someone touches me while I'm sleeping, they're pulled into my memories. Not physically, but it's kinda like a djinn. But they don't wake up until I do."

Dean nodded in understanding. "That's why you woke up before Sam could... But you bruised his wrist... does this curse give you crazy strength?"

Mallory gave him a half smile and shrugged. "I guess."

"Well," he smiled. "Sam will be glad to hear that. To be honest, he's been kind of worried about you."

"I know. I'm not necessarily normal..."

"Then you're in the right place," Dean said comfortingly. "I let the guys know that we're ready to leave."

Mallory watched him leave and nervously started rubbing her birthmark, a look of worry on her face.

(Scene Change) Show the gas station that Mallory stopped at in Colorado. Camera pans up from the ground to show the young demon from the first scene holding the attractive cashier around the neck behind the counter. Scene cuts to show the gas station behind the two. There are three other demons standing there. On the ground is several bodies, blood pooling around them.

"Now..." The young demon said to the cashier. "Please, tell me where you saw the girl go."

"Look-- I don't know what girl you're talking about."

"Don't lie," His eyes flashed black. He squeezed his neck harder.

"O-okay!" The kid pleaded. "There was a girl here like five days ago... she came in and left real fast. Left a hundred dollars one the counter."

"Did she have a motorcycle?"

"Y-y-yes."

The demon smiled. "Oh Mallory...." he said softly. "You shouldn't be so enamoured with human toys."

The cashier looked at the demon with horror as the demon spoke to himself.

"Do you know which direction she went?"

"... East i'm guessing. I didn't really see."

"That's fine, that's fine," He replied with a crazed grin.

The demon let go of the cashier and turned his back on him. The cashier stood frozen behind him. The young demon pulled out a knife wiped it down. "Boys, you know what to do."

Two of the demons left the gas station while one pulled out a gun and shot at the surveillance camera. The young demon turned back to the cashier and in one swift motion, slit his throat with the knife. The boy fell forward and the demon caught him.

"Shh, shh," He said to him as he gagged on his own blood. "You'll stain my suit." He unceremoniously dropped the body to the ground and followed the last demon out of the gas station.

(Scene Change) The camera shows the inside of a dark, luxury car. The young demon opens the backdoor and gets in. The older demon is in there, waiting for him.

"So?" The older demon asked.

"I think we should go to Kansas."

"Why do you say that?"

The young demon explained. "Well I have a hunch that she has gone to see the Winchesters. It would be nice if we knew for sure, but that's a best guess."

"Well, we're going to have to find out on our own. I've almost missed having communication with Hell for that reason. Crowley is well connected, I'll give him that."

""We can get some inside information. Talk of the town is that Crowley is losing his touch."

"He's been on a downward slope for a while now. And now that Abaddon is out of the way, the timing couldn't be more perfect."

"I'll get in touch with my informants; see if they can dig anything up about the brothers' whereabouts. Where should we go next?"

"Let's send Mallory a little message."

"Isn't a dozen bodies a good enough message?" The younger demon asked timidly.

The older demon smiled at him condescendingly. "Oh, Atticus... This is a game! cat and mouse! The goal is Mallory, the brothers are a second thought. We want to weed her out; she's been in hiding for far too long, we don't want to call too much attention to ourselves yet. If we get the brothers too involved, we'll do just that," He leaned forward and grabbed a notebook. He then pulled a pen from his suitcoat. "When I say 'leave her a message', I mean it quite literally." He shoved the materials into Atticus' hands. The young demon looked slightly bewildered.

"... What do you want me to say?"

"You're creative. Think of something!"

"Yes sir." Atticus scrambled out of the car. One of the demons that was in the gas station was waiting outside of their car.

"Sir?" He asked Atticus.

"What?!" He snapped. "I'll be back in a minute." He cleared his throat and composed himself before walking away from the SUV.

"So much for theatrics," he mumbled to himself as he opened the door to the convenience store.