Disclaimer: I'm borrowing them. Trust me if they were mine they would be hidden in a cellar somewhere in the misty, wet and miserable part of the world that is Cornwall.

Author's Note: This is Important. This was originally begun before "In My Time Of Dying" aired, therefore the story is not going to be right. Tough. I didn't want to change it to fit. This is an AU Story so therefore, Eve gets to have some small role in Dean's recovery. This is also the sequel to Angel of Darkness, Demon of Light. If you haven't read that, you need to. This had been a long time coming. Between now and then, I've moved house and celebrated a number of major birthdays within my ludicrously large family, I've been busy and to fans of Angel of Darkness I can only apologise.

Oh and for those who were upset by the relationship idea between Eve and Dean: it's been done by others. The X-Men did it with Nightcrawler and his foster sister Jimaine (or Amanda, take your pick). Anyway, please R&R, but no flames unless you really have a genuine problem not covered by this note.

Dark Avenger

Chapter 1: Fathers.

Eve stood looking out of the motel room window. It was raining outside, the heavy sort of rain that just sunk through everything, leaving the smell and feel of damp in anything that had the misfortune to have been caught in the storm. She was not really sure exactly what she was doing in this dingy little motel, alone, it was not even a job that had brought her to town, it was just a feeling, niggling and insignificant. The sort of feeling that nobody could ever ignore. So, because of that feeling, she was in this little motel, in a small backwards town, drinking rubbish coffee and listening to the rain fall, alone.

She missed Dean and Sam desperately, though Dean more so, even if they did not always see eye to eye, it had made their relationship, such as it had been, more interesting. She must be getting desperate, she decided, if a few stolen kisses could become a relationship in her mind, especially since Dean had certainly had more from other girls, girls that he had never even given a hope of a relationship. She silently suspected that she and Dean could never again reach that level. She had effectively ripped his heart out and stamped on it. She hated herself for it and as badly as she wanted to find them again, she was afraid to try.

"You should not fear it, daughter," the voice said faintly.

"I always will. I am where I am supposed to be, Father," her voice was light, despite many years in the coarser company of men.

"Why do you think that?" His voice was musical, seemingly unearthly.

"Because my senses tell me so. Every part of me is calling to be here." There was no reply and she turned away from the window, satisfied that he had left.

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Three months ago:

The cell phone rang loudly, startling Eve as she drove, in her stolen car, from the little town in Texas, the little town that had allowed her to find a brief moment of love and happiness. She glanced down at the caller i.d, it was Sam, probably a stolen moment away from Dean, a moment to try and persuade her to come back to them. She blinked away tears, part of her wishing that it was Dean who was calling her, Dean who was asking her to come back, she knew that he never would.

The ringing stopped as the phone finally went to voice mail. For sometime after that it was silent. Then it rang again and again and again, never being left for long enough to go to voice mail. The caller i.d. was Dean's, she continued to ignore it not willing to turn it off and admit that he was getting to her.

When she reached the motel she tossed the cell onto the bedside cabinet and got ready for bed before lying and staring at the ceiling, desperately trying not to think. Curiosity finally won and she picked up the phone. Twenty missed calls from Dean and a voice mail from Sam. She dialed it and began to listen.

"Hey, it's Sam," he had obviously been trying for light hearted, he had failed. "Look, I understand what you did, I even understand why. But Dean doesn't and he's hurting more than he wants to let on. I don't have much time for this, Dean'll be back any moment. All I want to do is say Goodbye, don't be a stranger and stay in touch, please. I know that it all hurts right now but we need you. Just call us ok? Even if its just to tell me to shut up, let us know that you're safe."

She listened to the message twice before she deleted it and turned off her cell.

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Two months ago:

Eve turned on her cell to find a barrage of messages and texts. She frowned. It had been a long time since the boys or their father had tried to contact her, something must have gone wrong. The first message was from John:

"Eve, we need you back here now. We're in Salvation, and the thing that killed Mary is here. I need you to watch over the boys for me, they don't have to know that you're there, but please, just so that I know they're safe." She scowled and deleted the message, resolved to make up her mind later, the date had been nearly two weeks ago.

The next was from Sam:

"Eve, God Eve, please, when you get this please answer. There's been an accident, we found the thing that killed mom and Jess but Dad was shot and Dean... oh God Eve, it tortured him, I was taking them to the hospital when we were hit by a semi. Eve I need you here please, Dad's awake but we don't know about Dean, he could die. The doctor says that he's in a coma and they don't think that he will ever come out of it. Please, Eve, I can't do this alone." The breath caught in her throat but she deleted the message before Sam gave her details about where they were, she could not face them, not now, not ever. There were several more messages and they all had the same basic drift, all asking her to come to them, all saying that they needed her. She deleted them all.

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One week ago:

Eve opened her eyes after another sleepless night, alone and afraid, being drawn across the country to place she did not know. Despite evidence to the contrary, she still missed her boys and their wayward father. She desperately wanted to go to them but the resolve that had made her leave Sam and Dean in the first place had not shifted, if it had cracked a little under the pressure. The cell phone lit up as it silently received a call. Without thinking she picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Eve?" It was Sam. "Oh, thank God!"

"God has little to do with it, Sammy, you finally wore me down. How's Dean doing?"

"He's been in a coma for nearly two months Eve! Why didn't you come?"

"I couldn't, Sam, I won't try to explain myself to you, but I just feel like I'm a danger to you all. I couldn't live with myself if one of you died because of me."

"We won't, Eve, we just need you here."

"I'll try, but don't tell John, don't get his hopes up." There was a light chuckle on the other end of the line. "By the way, what surname are you guys using? Just in case..."

"Jackson."

"Ok, great. I may see you soon, maybe. Goodbye, Sam."

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It was still raining outside as night fell, Eve was still stood in the window, looking and remembering. Lights flooded through into the darkened room and she squinted in the brightness before she saw the vehicle that they were attached to. A black truck and she could just make out the driver and his companion before they got out. She muttered to herself and stepped out of their line of sight, though still able to see them, hoping that it was not who she thought it was.

A young man dressed in jeans and a hoodie stepped out of the passenger side as an older man stepped out of the other side. She did know them and she had been right. She now knew what the feeling had been drawing her too, knew why it had not diminished completely, she knew the two men very well, and without realising that she had been doing it, she had responded to Sam's appeal. Sam and his dad were staying in this motel and that meant that Dean was in the local hospital. That nagging feeling had been dragging her towards Dean. She grabbed her jacket and left as quickly and as quietly as she could, she had to see Dean.

Thanks for reading. Please R&R, let me know if you want the rest.

Artemis