A/N: I noticed that, after going through and rereading this, it could do with a lot of editing! So, enjoy the redone first chapter, lovelies! I also went in and changed Windsake's name, it just wasn't doin' it for me.. so it's kinda new, kinda not! - K

Dean twisted the cloth of his shirt in his hands nervously, chewing the inside of his cheek. His brother sat beside him, staring out the window, looking like he was trying his best not to tear up or scream at Dean. The older male turned to the other, a look of anger in his eyes.

"I can't believe you, Sammy. You killed my baby." He grumbled; finally ready to talk about the death of his Impala. Sam had been driving, chasing after a demon, when he collided with it and basically curled around it perfectly. Somehow, Sam didn't have a dent, but now the hunter brothers had to take a bus to go back to the place it even happened and investigate: Lawrence, Kansas. Dean never wanted to come back, but Sam had to visit Jenny to make sure everything in the old place was still working like a champ, and was chased out by the malevolent spirit that suddenly latched onto the female because of her stressed emotions between her and her friends.

"It's not like I wanted to impale the Impala, Dean. Can't you get over it? I'll buy you another one." Sam grunted, really not wanting to discuss the incident. Dean hissed.

"No, you can't buy me another one, and no, I won't get over it. She was a classic! I loved her, and despite the fact that you jacked her up with your modern shit when I was rotting in Hell, I trusted you to take care of her. And here we are, on a bus, going to Lawrence to savage what I can of her." He was rubbing his temples, and Sam was about to retort angrily when they realised a woman was watching, and pointed outside. "Lawrence? You better get off if you want to catch it." The girl seemed to be sweet, and Dean smirked, and then exited the vehicle with his brother and luggage in tow.

"This isn't over."

"Whatever."

They stepped off the bus, then looked left and right. The town didn't look much different, though they seemed to be building something about a mile away from where they stood. Sweat beaded on Sam's forehead, and he suddenly regretted wearing so much black on a summer day. They began walking, bickering about the car again, until the house came into view. Dean's heart wretched in his chest, and he took a few breaths before crossing the lawn. Sam fixed his collar, patting his jeans, cleared his throat, and knocked.

At first, nobody answered, but then the door slowly creaked open with no sign of anybody home. Looking at one another, they both pulled guns from their back pockets, crossing the foyer.

"Jenny?" Sam called out, but just barely, not wanting to alert anything that could be there that didn't need to be. Something was.. off, about his voice, and the way he walked. Dean didn't quite realise. The blonde walked from the kitchen, looking at them, almost dropping the juice in her hand. "What are you two doing here? You.. you shouldn't be here. You need to leave. Please, go." She raised a shaking hand, pointing to the open door, which made Dean's brows rise in curiosity. He'd thought she'd love to see them there, especially his little brother, but she was trying to coax them out now. Dean took a meaningful step forward, feeling the ground sink a little beneath him. Salt was trailed in a thick line across the doorway, and he stared at her.

"Jenny, what are you keeping out?" He muttered, staring at her visibly shaking frame, her eyes wide and blue. She shook her head, reaching to pick up her son. She then made an almost mad dash upstairs. "Not out, in!" She screamed, and Dean noticed that the salt had been disturbed and broken. He pushed his pistol into Sam's chest, which only cocked it and pointed it to his brother's temple.

"Dean, Dean, Dean…" He tsked, and Dean slowly turned to look into his brother's eyes. They were pure black now, and he was obviously possessed. Dean's mouth opened just a little, as his mind registered that the voice wasn't his, but female. It made his stomach churn.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper, sweat greasing his hair.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be fun anymore, would it?" The being laughed, reaching the male's leg up and shoving Dean to the ground with his foot, pushing the pad of his shoe to the other's chest. It kept the gun poised at his forehead, and Dean put his hands up to his head, wincing against the pressure.

"C'mon, let Sammy go, he doesn't need this." He attempted to persuade the spirit, who only rolled it's eyes, pressing harder. Had Dean forgotten about their handy-dandy anti-possession tattoos? This.. thing knew they had it. Pathetic, moronic human. His face contorted, and another Sam entered the house. "Dean, you need to slow do—" He was cut off by this other thing, which whipped around and slammed it's fist in Sam's nose. He hissed, falling backward and into a wall, sinking to the floor. The demon then turned back to Dean, slamming it's foot into his face, causing him to fall unconscious.


It was several hours until Dean awoke again, wincing with pain as he tried to sit up on the couch. Jenny was sitting across from him, pressing a cloth on his nose, and urged him to stay lying down. Dean scanned the room for any signs of Sam, but found none but the broken glass in the corner where the back of his head had connected, and his blood.

"Sammy?" He grunted, touching his nose, looking at the crusted blood that had fallen onto his fingers. Jenny shook her head reluctantly. "After you passed out, that thing took him away. I can't tell you where, because I don't know. But, if I were you, I wouldn't go anywhere." Midsentence, Dean had pushed her away and was waddling toward the door.

"He broke my car. Mind if I borrow yours?" His voice didn't mask the symbol that he wouldn't let her tell him he couldn't go, so she sighed, nodding. He took her keys from the mantle next to the door, then walked toward her blue Chevy parked on the side of the road.

Unlocking the door and sliding into the driver's seat, he glanced in the rear view mirror, only to be greeted by a man with stunning blue eyes, a small smile, and brown, spiky hair. Dean jumped, hitting his head and groaning in pain. "Cas, Jesus, man. Be more careful when you poof like that." He muttered, rubbing his head.

"Now, now, Dean. No need to use His name. And I have no need to be careful, I didn't hurt myself." The angel scuffed, and Dean sighed with frustration. "What do you want?"

"I should be asking you that question. You're the one that needs help, right? Sam is missing, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't. I just woke up and he was gone, I assumed he was in the bathroom." Dean rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Oh. Well, he is." Castiel sighed, indifferent and oblivious to the comment. Dean hit his cranium against the seat, turning the car on, letting the angel hitch hike with him. He quickly went down the road, going straight to the café.

"Well, I have something to say," said Cas, breaking the tension. "That wasn't just a normal demon that took your brother. She's special." He looked him in the eye, and Dean slammed on the brakes, turning to stare at him.

"She's special?" He asked, confusion nesting in his face.

"Of course. She's someone very important. In fact, she's so important; you can't get rid of her. You need to make sure she stays close to you and Sam, because she's vital to this job. She is the one that can help you beat Lucifer." He raised his nose as he dumped the information.

"Beat Lucifer? What's her name? What is she? Why is she so important into our job? Isn't she dangerous?" Dean asked in a flurry, and Castiel raised a hand before he could ask more.

"Yes, she can beat Lucifer. She doesn't have an official name, but she prefers a term instead. She's important because she's the closest thing Lucifer has to a 'child', and the closest thing He has to a Top Dog."

"Well, what does she want to be called?"

"Eva."


When they entered the café, Castiel sat down at the nearest table, looking uncomfortable as he placed his hands on the surface, glancing around. Dean sat across from him as a girl walked to the table, smiling, placing the menus in front of them. She didn't leave, in fact, she made a scoffing noise. "It's Impala boy." She cooed, laughing, causing Dean to examine her more closely. It was the girl from the bus, in a waitress' uniform. Her chocolate hair was pulled into a curly pony tail, bangs hanging in her baby blues, freckles dotting her nose and under her eyes. Her lips were a brilliant pale pink, her teeth shining. She tilted her head, hand on her hip, then she pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Anything to drink?" She asked, looking from both men. Castiel caught Dean staring at her chest, and he prodded him with his foot under the table, flashing him back to reality, clearing his throat. Jealousy radiated from Cas' body, and Dean felt bad immediately, mouthing a small 'sorry' to him. "We'll both have coffee, please, ma'am. Black."

The girl nodded, turning on her heel and walking away. Dean was flushed with embarrassment, and Castiel looked at him with curiosity shining in his eyes, but he did not question it. When the drinks arrived, he ordered pie for them, and then broke the silence between the angel and himself.

"Tell me about Eva."

"Oh? You truly are interested in her? There's so much to say… she's much like Lilith, I suppose. You know how Lilith was the first ever woman?" Dean had a look of confusion in his face, brows laced together in a more 'why have I never known this oh my fricking God' way, which made Castiel smile a little. "Well, she wasn't the only one. Lilith was the embodiment of female sexuality, and the power over men. She had a daughter nobody ever talked about, Eva. She was, in technical terms, Lilith's mother because she was the soul of life itself. She was the one who even made life possible. But, she turned dark. That's how Lucifer ever succeeded in making Eve eat the apple: by using Eva. Quite an odd coincidence, Eva and Eve..

"After Eva and Lilith were both disbanded from the Garden of Eden, Lilith was thrown into a lake where she mated with something and created the first demon. Eva, on the other hand, went to cause havoc in the world before her own death and was sent to become the second demon of Hell. Despite everything, she was forgotten. She had worked beside Famine, and Pestilence, but nobody ever remembers the little things.

"However, granted the fact that she was forgotten, Eva was also a double timer, per say. She often worked for God himself, helping the Horsemen with how the world should work. But it was all for her own personal gain, and she never found a fondness for her work. She tried to talk him into allowing her to become a Reaper, but he refused her transformation, and she eventually cut ties with him. Her whereabouts were unknown until recently," he sighed, letting all the information out. He leaned back in his chair, watching Dean's emotionless face.

Dean bit his tongue. "So she killed my Impala?"

"I guess you could say that."

"That son of a bi—"

"Order up!" The girl returned to the table, setting the pies down. She pointed to a man in the back, nodding, then joined the boys. She reached out a hand to Dean. "Hi. Sorry, I'm on break, and I guess I could give you a proper Lawrence greeting! My name is Wren. What's yours?" Dean smiled a little, taking her hand and introducing himself and Castiel. At the angel's name, her smile faltered. It caused a rising suspicion. She patted the table.

"Dean? Dean… Dean Winchester?" She asked, eyes wide. When he nodded, she put a hand to her mouth. "You're like, a local legend. You and your brother. You saved that woman from that thing in her house, inyour house! I can't thank you enough! I'm Jenny's children's sitter, so it's amazing to know the person who potentially saved their lives." She reached over, hugging him tight, causing a small chuckle to escape Castiel's lips.

She let go, smiling even wider now, wiping under her left eye. The waitress watched them eat, andCastiel stood, exiting the café, telling Dean he needed some air. The Winchester gave him a weird look, but shook his head, and Wren stared at Dean.

"You know, your friend is odd. Did you notice he wasn't breathing?" She tilted her head, much like Castiel does. Dean made a face, false confusion flooding his features, and he shook his head. "Nah, he was breathing. I could hear it from over here."

She was called then, and he handed her a twenty bill, following after the angel. He put a hand on his shoulder, and they both went to the car.
"What was that about, Cas? Just up and going for some 'air'. Something wrong?" He looked at him, brows furrowed, as he escaped the parking spot in front of the café. Castiel didn't answer, eyes closed.

"Nothing." He muttered, taking a large, unneeded breath. Dean began driving, when Cas made him stop. "Go left, down Cherry Street," he demanded, pointing. Dean did as he was told, confused, and he was made to keep going down that road. He did so, a warehouse he'd never seen in the distance. Written in black ink were symbols that looked like they were made to trap something inside its grasp, and with an exasperated sigh, Castiel summoned for Dean to stop outside. Devil's Traps were inscribed across the outer walls of the warehouse, yet the smell of demon radiated from the opening in it. The Winchester stared at the angel, making a slight throbbing gesture that said 'what the Hell are we doing here?'.

"Behold. Eva's chamber." Castiel nodded toward the house, and Dean wheezed with slight laughter. Unbuckling the seatbelt and slipping from the Chevy's driver side, he began to saunter toward the big door. He dug in his pockets, half expecting holy water or a Rosary, only to find nothing. He was alone in this. He looked back as the blue eyed entity followed, hands in his suit pockets, and he nodded toward the door.

Taking caution, Dean quickly slid in through the side, letting the setting sun flood in through the cracks and illuminate the hay just inside. To his surprise, he found what he wanted immediately: his brother sat, in a wooden chair, bound and gagged with crimson liquid dripping from his forehead, some crusted onto the hair line. Taking a few weary looks around, he stepped closer.

"Sammy?" Dean whisper-shouted, loud enough for someone to hear from his distance but quiet enough for someone to hear a few feet off. He walked sideways closer, prodding him with his knuckle, causing the male to slowly open his eyes and take in his surroundings. He looked frightened and disoriented, and his mind was a blur from past events.

Castiel made a growling, warning noise which let the feeling of panic settle into Dean's chest. He whipped around, becoming face to face with a girl. Her eyes were pitch black with what looked like static sparking from the corners, her long, flowing, curly auburn hair fanning out behind her as if a slight breeze was present. Her skin was a soft pale, cheeks just a little rosy, lips as red as blood. She tilted her head in an adorable puppy like fashion that Castiel did from time to time, which made him scuff with offense.

"Well. Deanie Baby has come back for his brother, mm?" The girl deadpanned, sounding as if four voices of different tones were swimming in her vocal chords, but it was a hauntingly beautiful noise that echoed in his ears and around the empty house. It stunned him for a moment, before he let a bump roll down his throat so he could speak. Sam was shifting uncomfortable in his seat, and Castiel was examining her close.

"Yeah. He's my brother, so why wouldn't I?"

"Because he's your brother," exclaimed the demon in mock surprise, raising her brows. Her eyes twinkled with a sign of knowing.

"Please, Eva, let him be. He means no harm, none of us do. So you can go on your merry way." Cas' voice was hiding his smile of amusement, and she quickly flung her head back to stare at him. She sashayed his way, her ripped jeans tearing a little more, as she got in the angel's face.

"You disgust me," she snarled. "Why are you in my house?" Eva trailed her finger up, pushing his chest with it, making him stumble back and take a slightly pained gasp. Dean instantly took a step forward, but was stopped with the glare he received.

"You're more fragile than I remember you, dear." Eva shook her head, locks breezing out behind her and sending the smell of sweet lilacs, chocolate, and rotting flesh into Dean and Sam's nostrils, causing them both to use their gag reflexes. She crossed her arms, and Castiel shrugged. "The older you get, the more fragile you become. I've only died once or twice," he seemed to be speaking to her like she was an old friend, which really sparked on Dean's tongue.

"Wait, you never mentioned that you knew her on a personal level?" He snapped bitterly, staring into Cas' eyes with pure hate and confusion spilling from his irises. Castiel looked at him, scrunching his nose and moving his lips to 'hush'. The demon blinked her black eyes at him, turning just sideways to watch both men. She was silent for a moment.

"So. The Winchesters, famous, I'd say. Why did you bring them here, mate?" Her deadpan seemed to disperse, leaving her with a thick British accent. Dean wondered if this was a vessel or not. The voices within hers all swirled and seemed to say different things at once, but her question overpowered them all.
"Because, we have a job for you, Evaly."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry," Cas looked away with slight guilt, then back to her as she opened her jaw to speak again. "What job have you got for me? From who?" Her fists clenched, and it was obvious the story he had told was true. She was on the fence about the two angels and their rule. It basically called out to Dean, and he caught the sound of one of those voices screaming for help and to rebel.

"He who saved you, not he who created you. God wishes for you to help Sam and Dean destroy Lucifer, and will not take no for an answer. You've waited for this your entire existence, Eva, and it's time to fulfill your purpose." Castiel sounded overly superior, but Sam knew that the girl could smack him and it would turn his face to dust. He grunted as Dean eventually broke him from his bounds, causing a small 'ah' to emit from Eva's lips. The static in her eyes turned a yellow as she put her finger to her chin, and then nodded.

Dean's brows raised in surprise. "What, no fire, no fighting, no 'I'll drag you to Hell myself and leave you there to rot' mojo?" He retorted, looking disappointed on the outside but grateful on the in. He helped his brother up and started to walk, and Eva laughed. It was like bells chiming, so beautiful yet so deadly, because when she laughed, those other voices screamed.


After about an hour having gotten to a hotel in Lawrence, Eva was sitting on the bed, getting filled in on just what she needed to do. Her job was to persuade Lucifer into coming to the surface for something, and then Dean would handle the rest, using her energy. She was mainly staring at a candle, putting her finger in the flame that she had lit with the electricity rushing from her eyes. Castiel watched her in interest, and finally Dean began to question her.

"Look," he started, hands on his hips. "I don't want to be rude, but there are some things I just got to know. For one, is that your body or is it a vessel? Two, why are you even agreeing to this? And, three, how do you know Castiel?" He sounded snippy and obviously grumpy, rubbing his temples with his fingers, about ready to punch someone if he didn't get any answers. Eva glanced at him.

"Vessel? No. I conjured this myself. There's nobody here, or anywhere, that looks like this. The closest would be a girl named Nelly Jones in New Mexico, but she has freckles and blonde hair. I based this look off of her, the young thing. I'm agreeing because I have no other choice, I could finally be left alone to live a normal life. And me and Cas go way back," she smirked at the angel, who gave her a lopsided grin.

"What are you, lovers?" Sam asked, catching the exchange. Eva grinned.

"Not necessarily, though we were close like that."

"How close?" Dean scoffed.

"Closer than you think." Castiel answered, and he pushed his hand on her stomach, refusing to answer any further than that. "Another story, for another time."