Title: Friend Of Heaven, Daughter Of Hell

Rating: high T, for language and the very minimal hell descriptions

Genres: Action/Friendship, Adventure/Romance

Characters & Pairings: Dean/OFC romance, Sam/OFC friendship, plus some Cas and Ruby thrown in for good measure

A/N: "Asenath" is Hebrew and means "belonging to her father". "Etan" is Arabic and it means "fierce; unchanging". The meanings of both names I got from babynames . com. "M'ahev" is Hebrew pronunciation for "lover", in the same sense that "Abba" is the dearest form of "Daddy". Delilah's accent I'm imagining as Marina Sirtis's, as recommended by my Trekkie brother Chris. Yes, I did change the dates. A lot. As I continue to post it should make sense.

I promise that's my longest A/N.

Thanks for reading!

~~May 2, 2008~~

Broken sobs were the only sound coming from the room as Sam Winchester cradled the broken, bloodied, and dead body of his older brother to him. Next to the boys, a blonde headed woman that had formerly been the shell of the demoness Ruby lay dead after having been vacated by Ruby. While it was dark, tense, and red in the study, it was nothing compared to what the soul of Dean was seeing.

The not-yet-thirty man turned a slow circle while he tried to get a bearing on his surroundings. From what he could tell, he was in a literal pit with smoothened walls, the black of said enclosure standing out against the dark gray swirls of the clouds above them. The only splashes of color were the bright oranges and bloody reds on the horizon, and the silence was broken only by the cries of hell's victims. He could have sworn he was alone if not for the feeling of being watched carefully. "Hello?"

His voice reverberated off the walls, but he tried again when there was no response, "Who's there?"

"Dean Winchester. Well, as I live and breathe… Or maybe not." The female Russian-Spanish accented voice that responded didn't seem to have a focal point, just echoed around his confined space.

"Who are you?" Yeah, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. But if he was spending eternity with her…

"Why? No one else has ever wanted to know before. Not even the other hunters."

Swallowing back a statement about his father being one of them, he answered, "If we're saying I do for forever, I'd rather not get drunkenly hitched."

She chuckled, making goose bumps rise across his skin. "If you well insist."

There was a tap on his shoulder that had Dean turning on his heels and digging his toes into the ground for defense. At first glance, she looked almost normal. Granted, she was short at 5'4" and curly dark brown hair with a softly rounded face kind of made her look innocent. But when he noticed the strong form in which she carried her dancer's frame and the way her fierce green eyes leapt at him, the hunter changed his mind. Not to mention that she wore dark jeans, hunter's style boots, and a leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt. "You got a name?"

He couldn't help but watch her lips as she responded. "My hell name is Asenath." If she were human, those lips would be totally perfect to…

He furrowed his brow, "Never heard that one before."

She sighed lightly, her small breasts rising and falling only a little, "And I wouldn't expect to again. "

"Why are you making nice? Aren't you supposed to be, like, making juice of my blood and bread of my muscle?"

Asenath smirked, "Those would be the fairytale giants, Dean. What you have coming for you…" She trailed off, and after a moment, lifted a hand to toy with the hair on his temple. "I don't know who you pissed off, but I have never seen my father this angered before." Her hand gracefully dropped and he swore her eyes flashed an unnatural bright blue for a second.

"I like to think I'm just naturally talented at pissing off the supernatural."

"Well, you certainly succeed." The stance of the dark-haired woman suddenly changed into an aggressive one. "Time's up." In direct conflict with the recent change, her hand rose again to gently stroke his cheek, "I wish you luck. Stay strong. Maybe your change-" She reached behind his shoulder. "-won't be as painful."

Dean screamed unashamedly as the first meat hook was shoved through his shoulder.

~~October 24, 2008, normal date~~

Etan looked over to the demon working the rack on his right, smirking at the relieved breath his victim took when the wrench was placed on his workbench. "Anyone new?"

The dark haired girl didn't even bother looking up from her no-longer screaming changer as she put aside his vocal cords and the blunt tweezers. "Not today. Father did have business to attend to though." She shuddered when she finally faced her partner. "I don't even want to know what's going on. He's been leaving more and more, and the last time he did that, we wound up with four new hunters on time bombs."

The male companion made a face, "I was one of them. And no one ever treated me quite like you did." He sighed as if in a false daydream. "Asenath. Never forgot your name."

"And you never will." She grinned up the nine inches to the face of her best friend.

~~18Feb2009, normal date~~

Their kiss deepened roughly, and hands wandered in places not normally ventured unless the two parties were lovers. But this was hell, and this show was in effort to retrieve answers on Heaven's plans towards the Crossroads Department. Speaking of show…

"Fine! That is disgusting! Just… Enough!"

The man who's eyes had long since gone an unnatural gray stepped back from his actual girlfriend and grinned widely. "Glad you see things our way." He grabbed his shirt, along with her tee and leather jacket, tossing the latter to the bra- and jeans-clad Asenath. "We'll just get my boss and get outta your hair."

He waited patiently (surprisingly enough) for the young neon blue-eyed woman to finish dressing before the two escaped out the door and down the hall.

Her unchanging accent broke the silence once they stepped out of the 'guest quarters', "Here's the game plan. You talk, I'll stand there."

"What has Alastair ever done to you?"

"Exactly, Etan. Nothing. He's done nothing. Well," She shrugged haplessly, "Unless you count the torture and the anger towards me because of Mom and my receiving her genes."

The man nodded and wrapped his arm around her, wary of watchers, "You wanna just wait outside the door?"

"And wait on Uncle to find me?" The snort was completely dignified in her opinion. "He's pissed at you, and he'll take it out on me. I'm not putting myself in that position again. I'll deal with daddy dearest. Thanks very much." She squeezed around his middle with her own arm.

"If we were upstairs…" Her lover breathed deeply before continuing, "By 'upstairs', I mean 'the surface', do you think we would have been married by now?"

"Etan?" She grinned widely up at him. "Was that some kind of a whack-job proposal?"

He was quick to shake his head, shaggy hair flopping enough to almost make her dizzy, "No, 'course not. Just, curiosity."

The door to Asenath's office served as the first landmark reminding them that fraternizing was punishable by her father. Mainly because his door was the next one on the right. Etan squeezed his demented savior's hand tightly before releasing it and knocking on the door loudly enough to be heard over the squealing of some poor soul. Most likely a hunter, both torturers were thinking.

Etan did his bare minimum necessary. Reported the breaking of his victim, avoided eye contact, accepted the complements with demonic grace, and attempted to leave as quickly as possible. All while the woman remained by the door with her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back until Alastair called her attention, "Asenath."

She stepped forward into 'check' position. "Yes, father?"

"The results of your…play toy?"

"Michael Elkins broke four days ago, sir. I have only been occupying my hands per Azazel's orders."

"I was unaware the younger Elkins began begging to give up his secrets so soon."

Asenath's eyebrows came together delicately in confusion, "I reported to Meg. She assured me she was operating on your beha-"

Her father stepped forward menacingly and spoke angered. "You are to always come directly to me."

She dropped her head, "Yes sir. I understand."

Alastair backed away again, "However, given the circumstances, I will see to it that Meg is appropriately… disciplined."

The relief was only vaguely evident in his daughter's eyes, "Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Dismissed." Both of his highly feared subordinates snapped to attention before leaving.

After both had taken several moments to breathe and get further down the hall, Asenath finally intertwined her fingers with Etan's. "In response to earlier? If we were on the surface, we'd be long dead by now. In purgatory." The two shuddered in both fear and relief and continued to their housing.

~~September 17, 2009~~

The bright light was sudden, and burned both Asenath and Etan's eyes more than any other torture ever put to use in hell to date. It was several moments before the male was able to open his eyes, much less stand. But when he did finally allow his dark gray eyes to open, he peered up at the indiscernible figure. Said eyes widened when he realized that not only was his long-time girlfriend standing, but she was having a discussion with the creature. After many exchanged angry statements, the dark haired female finally nodded in surrender before turning and making her way to the kneeling man. He whispered, "Is that…"

She gulped, "Yeah. Yeah it is. He's here t-" She cut herself off, swallowing hard as though about to break bad news to him. When she didn't continue, Etan instigated his own encouragement, covering her hand with his own and squeezing familiarly.

"What is it?"

"He's here for you." The broken form of a man halted his movements as she plunged forward. "He asked me to make sure that you actually are- were- Dean Winchester-"

"-I stopped being Dean almost a hundred and seventy years ago!"

"I know that!" Asenath closed her unnaturally blue eyes to collect herself before opening them to gently stroke his head with hand he wasn't grasping onto. "I know, baby. He wants to take you up to the surface."

It took a second for the thought to compute in Etan's mind. "Th- the surface?"

"Yeah, that place where the sun shines and you can eat processed hot dogs?" The woman maintained a straight face.

He grimaced. "I'm too adjusted to spending all my days down here."

"M'ahev, you have a chance to do what no other young changer has done before! Take it!"

The young changer blinked slowly, "What about you?"

She gulped, "I'm staying behind. Someone's gotta take the slack." The corners of her mouth twitched unashamedly.

Etan's whole world stopped for a moment, and he felt like his real self for a split second. "You mean… You're not… He won-"

"No. He's here for you." She looked up with a worried expression as a full squad of protectors rounded the corner. "You have to go! Now!"

He protested wildly, not wanting to leave her behind as he was shoved at the momentarily forgotten creature. "No, I'm not leaving you here! Not with what Alastair wil-"

Her final desperate attempt at convincing him was one-sided. Just before the company reached her she pulled all of her abilities into the front of her mind and shoved him with a tendril of power at the enemy. "Go!"

And with that, the two cried out at the same time. One from relief that flooded his mind as something burned his shoulder. The other in pain as she was torn apart in anger and desperation for allowing a young changer to escape prior to his time.

The flashbacks continued to raid his mind as he struggled to sort through them. He lay in the grass, in the middle of a field that had the appearance of a bomb test site, with the desert-blazing sun shining directly in his face. For several moments though, all he could think about was that he himself, the least likely changer in hell, Etan- no, it's Dean now- was free on earth.

~~November 19, 2009, normal time~~

Both Winchester boys and the escaped psychiatry patient Anna Milton jumped when the door to the church attic was shoved open widely. And, he wouldn't swear on it, but Sam could have sworn his older brother's eyes shifted to a silver-ish color for a split second when Ruby's strange friend entered the room.

"Good. You got the girl. Let's go," Ruby demanded, not caring for propriety.

Anna backed up a step, "Their faces!"

"It's okay," Sam tried to calm the college student down. "They're here to help…" He gestured quietly for his bed-buddy to introduce herself and her friend, promptly ignoring Dean's muttered "Yeah, don't be so sure."

"I'm Ruby, my baby sister Delilah." She ignored the glare. "All formalities aside… We have to hurry."

Dean scoffed, "Why?"

Delilah spoke for the first time, "There's a demon coming. A big-timer. Let's fight later." Her accent was incredibly unique, and Sam would swear- up and down- she almost sounded Russian.

Another scoff. "That's pretty convenient. Showing up right when we find the girl with some big-wig on your tail."

"We didn't bring him here," Ruby interjected. "You two did."

There were confused glances from both boys.

"The girl's house?" The green eyed stranger lead on. "You weren't exactly inconspicuous in your leaving."

"We've gotta go, now," Ruby demanded.

The younger Winchester stopped everyone in their tracks when he pointed to the statue of Mary. The virgin's image was crying blood.

Both demonesses backed up in horror. "It's too late," Ruby's voice was final. "He's here."

Anna was immediately shoved into a closet by Sam with a warning to "stay there and don't move." When the young man returned, he had withdrawn a flask of holy water.

"No, Sam." Delilah spoke before her older sister could. "Time to pull out the tricks."

"Whoa, hold on a sec-" Dean tried to stop her.

"Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going dark side," Ruby defended her sister. "He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

The younger demoness mumbled something unintelligible under her breath, drawing a flick and an exasperated expression from her sibling. The door being flung open again halted everyone. Except Sam, who simply moved to the front of the group in anticipation of whoever walked through the door.

The gray-haired, balding, and strutting man that came through the door was not the host they were expecting. The panic also rose when the shaggy-haired brother produced only a slight twitch in the stranger's stature. "That tickles," he coughed mockingly slightly before taunting his competitor. "You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam."

He effortlessly flung the young man down the stairs, and blocked Dean's attempt to stab him with the demon-feared knife. "Hello again, Dean."

There was a scream as Anna was yanked from the closet by Ruby and dragged down the stairs around a rousing Sam. Delilah snatched the knife from its resting place on the floor and withdrew a longer blade of her own to accompany it behind Alastair, who continued to taunt, "Come on, Dean. Don't you remember me? Oh, I forgot. I'm wearing a pediatrician." He threw a few more punches to bloody up the face of his former favored student. "But we were so close… in hell…"

"Alastair." The elder hunter said the name with such hatred as his eyes flared with memories long forgotten of racks, workbenches, and stolen kisses.

Sam yanked the shorter, deadly knife from the stranger's hand and rushed forward at the attacker despite warnings from the remaining woman.

Both boys turned out of his physical reach, rejoining the woman left, as Alastair goaded, "You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son." And with that, he flung the physical form of his daughter through the stained-glass window, the Winchesters jumping after her by choice after a second's thought.

Delilah sat sulking in the chair by the shuttered window, keeping pressure on the wide gash over her recently reset right radius. She watched as her former lover shouted out from the bathroom to his brother, "Are you almost done?"

Said brother grimaced as he slid the fish hook back under his skin for the final stitch in his own gash, "I'm going as fast as I can."

"Good." Dean bumbled back into the bedroom. "'Cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here. And little miss priss," he nodded at the silent stranger, "can't help with a broken arm." He snagged the whiskey bottle and took a swallow, ignoring her childish move to stick her tongue out at him.

"Yeah, I'll pop it back when I'm finished," Sam responded, completely oblivious to the exchange around him. He snipped the dark-colored floss and gestured quickly for the whiskey bottle. "Gimme that."

Both bodies not involved in the stitching winced when the whiskey flooded over the cut. Dean tried to be the distractor, "So you lost the magic knife, huh?"

"Yeah, saving your ass," Sam sniped. "Who the hell was that demon?" He stood slowly.

"No one good." The accented voice from the edge of the room called attention. "I'll need to take you to Anna. Soon."

"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's fine." Sam ushered his brother to the edge of the bed and grasped his shoulder. "All right, on three. One-" He pushed his weight forward, urging his brother to cry out in pain.

With a grunt, the re-located man asked, "You sure about Ruby?" Dean slapped an ice pack on his shoulder muscle, allowing it to serve as a distraction. "'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us."

"Believe me when I say that there is no way," Delilah enunciated, "that any demon would ever associate themselves with that monster."

Sam nodded his agreement, "I believe you. She's keeping Anna safe."

"Yeah?" The elder hunter took a seat across the table from the curly haired woman. "Then why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?"

The green haired girl scoffed, "What am I? Nobody?" At the twitch of Dean's lip corners, she shook her head, "Don't answer that. She's at our safe house."

"Not to mention that demon's probably still watching us," Sam agreed. "He's expecting us to lead him back to Anna. That's why he let us go."

"You call this letting us go?" Dean remarked smartly.

"Yeah, and he should." The woman spoke again. "Killing us would have been no problem for him. We just need to lay low and wait on my sister to contact us."

"How's she gonna do that?" He paused for a moment and redirected his attention to his little-ish brother. "Why do you trust her so much?"

"I told you."

"You gotta do better than that. Hey, I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to more."

"With what you've been through, and I'm saying this about my own sister, you deserve to know more," Delilah said meekly. The buzzed-cut man nodded his gratitude.

"I told you… She saved my life."

Okay. So, not many original scenes or dialogue. Just so you can get to know Delilah a little bit.

I'd love to be telepathic and know what every reader thought of chapter one. But I'm not. Reviews without flames?