A/N: This is set during season five after episode 8. Please R&R and follow if you would like me to continue writing. This was just an idea I had so I wrote it. Tell me what you think. It goes really fast but it'll get better I promise(The exorcisms are accurate, should you want to know) Enjoy!

Two brothers crouched behind the boxes that were littered all over the warehouse. They were in. They saw a tall lanky man in a black coat. He circled a girl who was duct taped to a chair. Another, the red headed girl who had been one of the disappearances the brothers were investigating, lay on the floor amidst a puddle of her own blood. Guess they found Andria Moir too late. Sam looked at Dean and signaled for him to go around and distract the man. He slid ruby's demon knife to his brother and nodded to him. Dean moved away creeping behind a wall of boxes and disappeared from Sam's sight.

"Hey! Scumbag! Anybody home? Hello!" He heard moments later from the other side of the warehouse. The man in the black coat turned around and Sam caught sight of his fully black eyes. At least there was no doubt now that it was a demon. He left in what was presumably Dean's direction. Sam was glad now that he had given Dean the knife. He quickly strode over to the girl in the chair trying not to step the heap that was now Andria Moir. He took a dagger from his coat and cut her hands and shoulders free. She slumped forward into his arms and he propped her back up and removed the tape from her mouth. She had light olive skin, a round face and prominent cheekbones. Her black hair hung in rivulets all the way down her back, parts only somewhat held back by a wooden hairpin and a leather strap. He shook her and her eyes flickered. He patted her cheeks. "Come on lady, wake up."

She moaned and her eyes opened. A soon as she took in her surrounding she started to struggle. She was much stronger then Sam anticipated. She punched him in the gut pretty hard but Sam clamped his arms around her.

"Not here to hurt you, you need to calm down!" He hissed at her.

She stopped and fixed him with a cold glare before shoving him away from her. The kicking and screaming part Sam was used to but he didn't expect her be so instantly calm. She tried to stand tall but next to Sam it didn't really make a difference. She was wearing black pants, a blue shirt and black leather jacket. She had on black motorcycle boots that came up just bellow her knees. She made to go over to a table filled with jagged unpleasant looking knives that was near where she had been tied up, but looked down at the girl instead.

"Andria Moir?" She asked Sam. He nodded frowning

"I'm Sam by the way."

"Vera." She replied curtly grabbing up what looked like a water gun from a pile set near the weapons table. "Why are you here?" She picked up a blade from the table as well.

Sam showed her his fake badge "FBI I'm going to get you out of here, we don't have much time." She all but ignored him.

"What happened to my captor?"

"My partner is taking care of him." He took her by the arm but she pulled away. He curls bounced around as she vigorously shook her head.

"It wasn't a man, it was a woman." She narrowed her eyes and pulled the trigger on the water gun. Sam sighed, unfortunately used to be doused in holy water.

"Not a demon." He said unnecessarily.

"No Shit." Vera said. "I don't know how you know about demons and I don't care. Your partner know too?"

Sam nodded.

"Good because if there's more than one I'm thinking we fell into a nest here. Can you draw a devils trap?"

Sam was about reply, but was cut off by the appearance of a girl in a red pantsuit with a short black bob. Her eyes flicked from brown to pure black.

"Sorry to interrupt." She said with a smile. She threw them both against the wall. Vera cussed, and shot a stream of holy water at their attacker and she screamed but only speed closer and ripped the gun from her hands.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio

Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte

et omnis legio diabolica adjura—"

The demon grabbed Vera by the throat before she could recite anymore of the exorcism. Sam was impressed that she knew it. He rambled off the Latin as fast as he could.

"Adjuramus te.

Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,

Eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,

Contremisce et effuge, invocato a

Nobis"

She turned her black eyes on him and sent him flying into the ground, her hand never leaving Vera's throat.

"Having all the fun with out me?" A new voice said. The man in the black coat had come back. Sam felt his stomach drop. Where was Dean? But then the new demon hurled him into a stack of boxes and he lost the thought. He sat up some moments later with difficulty. He saw the girl demon still holding Vera, who was coughing and turning red. She smiled fondly at the other demon.

"I left this one kicking for you, Malachi" She said with a tilt of her head.

"We'll wait for Vinny. He's finishing his warm up before the main event." He gave a toothy grin that made Sam's stomach churn. All that was missing was the evil cackle. He hoped Dean was alright. He drew his gun and shot at the demon holding Vera. The salt round clipped her shoulder. It gave Vera enough time to pull out the pin from her hair. Sam thought it was a poor weapon of choice, but when Vera plunged it through the demons hand and it screamed.

"Sancto et terribili nomine,

Quem inferi tremunt.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.

Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias

Libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,

te rogamus, audi nos!"

The she demon opened her mouth and the black smoke fled downward back to hell. The other was gaging but it hadn't heard the beginning of the exorcism. It was shakily getting to its feet and looked extremely pissed off.

"You killed my wife you insolent bitch!" He grabbed up a knife. "I'm going to make you die slow and screaming." He took a step forward, bloodlust gleaming in his black eyes.

"Incoming!" Dean shouted as he and a male blonde haired demon toppled into the scene through a stack of crates. Dean had blood down the side of his face and the demon he was fighting looked worse for wear too. It had learned to be wary of Ruby's knife and attacked Dean until it clattered from his hand.

He heard a scream and looked back. The blonde woman that the demon had just evacuated was still alive. She looked hysteric though, she was screaming and crying. She had fallen into Andria's blood. She was clutching her hand where Vera had stabbed the demon. Sam now saw the hairpin was a small thin stake. It was still in her hand.

"Sweetie," Vera said, "Do you remember what happened?"

The woman nodded. "Then know I'm here to help you" another nod. "Close your eyes and don't move hon." The woman complied and Vera ripped the stake out of her hand and she screamed some more. "Now run!" Vera told her, stepping between her and the demonic commotion. "Get back to town and go to the hospital. Try to forget about this." She didn't wait for the woman's reaction (Which was to run, screaming). Dean was still grappling with the demon on the floor and Sam had lost track of the vengeful one, Malachi. Vera looked toward the table that had held an array of weapons but that dean and the demon had knocked over. She gave a frustrated sigh that was really more of a growl, and picked a knife up off the floor at lunged at the demon that was on top of Dean. Surprise snapped Sam out of his revere. He hoisted the salt gun and took aim. Vera had rolled the demon off of his brother and wrestling with it; no clear shot. His brother was scrambling to get the knife he had dropped back. And then Sam saw Malachi coming up behind Vera to Attack. Sam fired five shots and the demon backed off with a growl. Vera had staked the man the same way she had the other demon.

"Crux sancta sit mihi lux

Non draco sit mihi dux

Vade retro satana

Nunquam suade mihi vana

Sunt mala quae libas

Ipse venena bibas"

The words weren't familiar to Sam, but he vowed to learn them because sure enough the demon was smoking out of the man and down to hell. As it happened, a scream echoed from the other side of the warehouse.

"NO!" Another demon. She had a blonde braid and pale skin in a black dress. Her black eyes trained on Vera. The man that the demon had left behind was alive as well and Vera pulled her stake back before he could really come to. She told him to run as she had told the woman. He likewise, listened. Dean, with the knife now in hand wrapped his arm around the newest she demon and stabbed it in the heart. The skeleton glowed as the demon died.

"That's not possible." Vera said. Her gray eyes were wide in astonishment. In her moment of distraction, Malachi snuck up behind her and plunged the knife into her stomach.

Dean ran up and slashed the demons throat. Vera moaned and fell to the floor as the red bleed through her blue top.

"Son of a bitch." She muttered frustrated, and applied pressure to the wound. Dean dropped down to her side and cursed.

"Sammy we've got to get her out of here. I have nothing to bandage this with."

"Dean?" She whispered, staring at the hunter. He looked at her incredulously.

"We met before?" He asked. She shook her head and then grit her teeth in pain. Dean put one arm under her knees and the other under her arms. He moved to leave the warehouse but she cried out, "Wait! Odi! My baby!"

"What?" Dean asked with a what-the-fuck-are-you-on-lady kind of look. She looked around and then her eyes widened in relief.

"I see it there under the table. The whip, Sam grab it for me." Sam followed her directions and found it under a mess of crates and other weapons. He pulled it out carefully. He had to admit it looked really badass.

"We stopped for that?" Dean asked annoyed, still holding Vera in his arms. Vera nodded at him wearily and let her head loll a bit. "You have the Impala I have Odi. I won't hurt your baby if you don't judge mine." She murmured. The threat was lost on Dean coming from her in this state of weakness.

"Wait, how do you know I drive an Impala? How'd you know my name? Who fuck are you?"

Vera gave a little huff that could be loosely taken for a laugh. "I'm nobody." She was breathing heavy.

"Lets talk about this later." Sam intervened. "She needs help."

Dean nodded reluctantly and carried Vera out to the Impala. Sam sat with her in the back seat.

"Get on the main road heading away from town. Turn at the first right past madison. I have a house on the second left from there. I bet it's closer than anything else."

"That's real specific." Dean grumbled.

"Don't you know girls are biologically incapable of producing proper directions?" she said sarcastically and he laughed.

"How'd you know where we were? You just woke up when I cut you loose." Sam said.

"I know the warehouse. Passed it everyday going into town the past two weeks."

"Never got a name." Dean said from the front seat.

"Vera. Vera Vicari" She started loosing consciousness and her hand started to slip from the wound. Sam grabbed up a towel and took over applying the pressure. Vera tried to hold on but soon found herself fading into black unconsciousness.

A/N: I edited this so it should be right now. Any ideas for a new Tittle?