Disclaimer: The wonderful creation that is Supernatural does not belong to me, but to Eric Kripke. Darcy however does! (Which is why she's so damn crazy)

Dedicated to Sarah The Mutant Farm Girl!

Previously on Fiery Retribution:

Part 1:

"That's so freakin' like him Dean! There is so much more going on that he won't tell us."

"Dude, just shut up and keep digging, the sooner we get this over and done with the better."

"Guys, stop digging. The spirits are already gone. John's already salted and burned the damn things."

Dean and Sam stopped digging and turned to face Darcy. She sat on the edge of the large coffin hole they had dug and swung her legs irritably. All around her were various signs that John had already been, and damn it she knew that something more was involved. She jumped down and nudged at the burnt piece of wood that lay next to her foot. Sam swore loudly and moved to jump back up, pausing to give Darcy a hand up herself.

"We have to get back there."

John sighed as he watched his sons pull away. He had a sneaking suspicion that Valover would perhaps stop them, but from all appearances she was as fooled as they were. He knew all about the 'special children' and was surprised when he found out that her mother was never killed like the rest of the children. Probably had to do with the fact that she had shifter DNA swimming around in her.

He walked back into the closet and shut the doors, looking up and around him at the walk-in robe. He couldn't believe that after all this searching the demon would target random. None of them with children either. He leant against the wall and closed his eyes, massaging his temples with his right hand.

"Head-aches again John?"

He jumped and turned around, noticing a rather pretty auburn haired woman sitting on a box. The only thing about her that alerted him to the fact she wasn't human was her golden eyes. He shrugged.

"Figured you'd still be here. I guess that's better than you murdering all those innocent women."

The woman looked sad and pretended to wipe a fake tear from her eye.

"Now, now John, no need to be like that. Aren't you glad you found me?"

He snorted in amusement and walked back out of the closet, the woman sauntering after him. She sat on the blood-soaked bed and fell back into it with a grin plastered over her face. John couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"So, why'd you kill the woman?"

She sat up and looked at him, a look of disappointment on her face.

"Because, Ray knew Darcy and Darcy knew Sam who is related to you. I figured you'd give them co-ords to deal with the ghosts and then find out about me and come yourself. Then I would have all three Winchesters!"

She clapped her hands excitedly before she placed them in her lap. John stood at the window and stared out, remembering the night on which his wife was killed. He turned back to the demon, anger burning in his eyes.

"Why us? And why is Valover involved?"

She made a 'duh' face at him and folded her arms.

"Not very smart are you? Once I kill you and Dean I'll have Sammy all to myself. Darcy will be able to help him, and the war can start. All you hunters will die."

And in that moment he knew…

"Hurry up Dean, for once in your life your reckless driving would be appreciated."

"Sammy, shut up."

Darcy was pressed against the back seat of the impala, a scared look on her face as Dean increased his speed toward the posh section of town. She was incredibly surprised that the police were so lax, had she been one Dean's 5000 miles per hour was of triggered her angry bone. She blanched as Dean screamed around a corner, turning so sharply the impala was nearly on its side.

"DEAN, OHMYGOD DON'T KILL MEE!!"

A wave of pain engulfed her and she didn't know whether it was from her being crushed against the side of the car or a vision-headache from the link with Sam. She groaned loudly when the car stopped and felt her head connect with the headrest in front of her. She heard the doors open and close and still she remained still.

"Dar, Dar! Damn, Sam we have to get in there."

She turned her eyes toward the two boys and gave a weak smile, shrugging away the intense ringing sensation in her ears. She carefully slid out of the car and leant heavily against the side. She looked up to the window of the house and sighed, if they fell into the demon's trap there was no way out of it. She accepted Sam's help and leant on him heavily, earning a look of concern from Dean.

"Are you sure you're ok Darcy? I mean, if you can't walk you had better stay in the car?"

Every part of her body wanted to accept what he said and just lie down and not move. She shook her head and forced the dots out of her vision.

"I'm fine. Just scared, I thought you were going to kill me."

She gave a small laugh and an even smaller smile before she shakily walked forward, her steps uneven and wobbly. She cursed under her breath and steadied herself, walking forward with more confidence.

John heard the screeching of tyres as the car returned. Dammit, they should have stayed at the graveyard. The demon smiled serenely and danced about the room, a look of pure delight upon her porcelain features. A song soon sprang from her lips as she twirled around John's wounded form on the bed.

"Three little Winchester's,

One sitting on the bed.

The other two running in,

And mummy dearest dead."

He grimaced and tried to sit up, blood clouding his vision as it continued to leak out of his head, stomach and arm. He felt like screaming at her, hatred and anger on his features as she continued to dance, repeating the song over and over. He knew about her plan, he only hoped that his boys were strong enough to break themselves out of her trap.

A/N: Yes, a recap. I finally managed to find a name for the series. Anyway, hope you enjoy the beginning of the new story! More coming soon!