The introduction of Dea! This is my original character I have been thinking of since season 5 and finally decided to sit down and write it out. I will be changing season 6 a bit and adding in a few monsters of my own. If there are any cool monsters let me know! I'll gladly take suggestions :) This is the first time Dea and Dean will meet. I hope you enjoy!

It was so dark here. The darkness consuming every glimmer of light or longing I had; the hope I had to ever get out and to live. Off in the distance I could hear the briefness of people talking. So brief I thought I'd dreamed it.

I wish I could dream. Instead I was left in this unpleasant state of being awake but not awake; of consciousness but at the same time, comatose. I constantly felt weightless like in a dream but also heavy like in a nightmare. I had been like this for so long I was beginning to worry that my mind wouldn't be able to know how to send the signals to my muscles, my body, to move.

The light humming of distant talking started up again but I knew these two weren't far away. They were inside my cell: My hell. The humming grew louder as one of them moved closer to me.

Was it time already?

The thickness of the voice let me know it was a man this time as he stopped at what I could only assume was beside my bed. I could hear him slightly perfect behind the sound light sound of fuzzy static in my head. I knew what was coming, and as my muscles began to convulse painfully, so did they.

If there was anything in the world I could've asked for or wished, it would've been to be able to leave that room and the sickness that was about to consume me. I wanted to open my eyes and see the faces of one of my many captors. I couldn't remember a time anymore when I had last seen one of their faces.

Through the white noise of my mind I heard faintly, "When did he decide to double it?"

"Tuesday. He's afraid her body is becoming resistant to the usual dose."

Days held no meaning too me anymore what did hold meaning to me though was the word double. They were going to start doubling it? This was not something I had thought through.

All my micro-thoughts were dragged away when I felt the sulfuric breath of the demon as he bent down towards me. I wanted to scream and to fight but my body was already to sluggish, probably even worse.

He brushed a slow and lazy finger down my arm until he extended my elbow out to face him. I wanted to pull it back in, to cry out, and scream no. That old tingling of frustration trickled its way up and down my nerves as the edge of the needle touched the inside of my elbow. As if I had imagined it, my body tensed up just like I had wanted it to.

The demon noticed it too. All became deathly still when he slide the needle sharply into my skin and released the Cimmerian liquid; the stinging violence of it racking through my body with such force, that it left my body in what felt like complete shattered pieces of agony.

This time I did attempt to fight it. My body began to convulse, twist, my muscles tightening as I strained against the darkness that was slowly devouring me. I could feel it creeping closer to my heart as my struggle intensified. I didn't want this! I wished there could be some way for me to get rid of this sickness that continuously consumed me day in and out. That kept me helpless at the many hands of Satan's very own little helpers.

I bucked hard causing the demon closest to me to jump back.

"Holy shit!"

"She's resisting! Call him in here!"

"At least trying to anyway-"

Wave after wave of pain hit as it drew closer to my heart until finally like a crushing fist, it slammed into it and this time I found my voice, and screamed.

My eyes fluttered open but I couldn't see anything. My vision was blurred and milky like I hadn't opened them in years, which would be true. I felt the darkness slip its poisonous fingers into my heart making it the most intense and overwhelming torment I had ever been subjected too. For a second I thought that I was going to pass out but after the fourth shock ran through me I realized that I was dying.

My body started to grow slack and my eyes gradually began to loll shut. For that brief moment of light that shown through all those years of the shadows I had grown accustomed to so flawlessly, had already begun to fade.

Once my body was back to being completely still and immobile I could feel the tension between the demons start to ebb. I heard the sound of a door opening and closing followed by the light scrapping of boots on tile. Even through all the pain inside me I still felt nausea roll over me at the smell of his cologne.

His breath quivered as his hand hovered over me before he set delicate fingers on my collarbone; caressing his way across and down.

"She seems contained to me," Dante spoke snidely.

"We-we weren't sure at first. It seemed a close call."

I wanted to break every bone in his stupid hand as it glided its way ever lower. A tear escaped me as death began its progress of taking me.

"She's so beautiful…isn't she?"

I knew he was close but when he spoke it felt like it was far off as if in a dream.

I prayed death would take me quickly so I wouldn't have to be awake to feel what was coming next. It didn't really matter anyways. I would never know the peace of really dying.

Coming back from dying was a bitch. The pain was excruciating and even worse than say if I had gotten stabbed, shot, or had a limb broken or removed and even though I wasn't really awake I could feel the pains after effects. Like a ghost reliving one single moment over and over again but when I came to I wasn't re-encased in darkness. My hand was wrapped around a cool drink? Looking down at my hand I saw what looked like a fruity alcoholic drink. My hand covered in its sweat as if I had been sitting there for awhile. Maybe I had?

Was that Warrant's "Cherry Pie," playing in the background?

It felt strange the minute I realized I wasn't just wondering around the shadows of my own mind. No this wasn't own mind I was in somehow I was in someone else's. The only question was whose mind was it?

Suddenly a draft crept over my arms and legs. I quickly let my hand fall away from the drink to rub my hands on my arms, which I found were bare. I could feel my face scrunch in confusion as I looked down and noticed I was sitting at the table in what looked like…lingerie?

Why in the hell was I wearing lingerie?

Look so good make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie…

Following the sound of the music I suddenly found its origin. The scenery was what looked to be a strip joint and I had been sitting in the far corner of the bar. In the dead center was a horrific looking blush couch with one single man sitting back against it, his arms spread out across the back of it, looking more than just a little too relaxed as he watched a pair of girls dressed as an Angel and a Devil strip. I did a quick search around the entire bar to make sure that he was indeed the only male in the joint. He was most likely the one I had to talk too to get me out of this get up.

I tried to get off the stool as smooth as possible but my skin and become glued to the seat apparently and I found myself fiercely cursing as the skin pulled little by little off of the stool. When my feet touched the floor I damn near almost toppled over. What in the hell! Holding on to the stool for support I looked down at my feet which were strapped into what looked like stripper shoes from hell. How in the world was I going to walk in these? Looking back towards the man on the couch I decided I needed to get over to him quickly to change the scenery or at least give me more…comfortable clothes.

My first couple steps were a little sloppy and no were near classy but in the next few steps I took I finally got the hang it. As I got closer I noticed the man sitting on the chair was quite attractive, actually let me rephrase that, very attractive. He had that lean muscled look and a face that any modeling agency would have loved. He was that pretty sort of handsome and I found myself fidgeting with the edges of my bra to make myself look a little better.

What the fuck was I doing? Dropping my hands down I tore my eyes away from him and decided to look at the walls. Bad mistake. The walls were painted black and lined with a meticulous golden design etched from the base of the wall and up to the ceiling. Pictures of either partially nude or nude women were littered across the walls. Glad to see he'd made the place classy.

Once I was close enough Mr. Handsome instantly noticed my approach and he looked pleased to see me.

"Well hello there sweetheart," he said giving me a cocky grin as he leaned forward. "What can I do for you?"

He was definitely a looker with a very gruff baritone of a voice to match and here he was looking at me like I was a sure thing. He most likely still thought I was just another girl in his dream. Wasn't he in for a surprise?

"For starters, you can get me the hell out of this outfit."

His face fell just a little but he was quick to cover it back up with a smile, but no matter what he did his smile wasn't as genuine as before.

"I never knew strippers were picky about their outfits."

Cocking an eyebrow I placed my hands on my hips…and braced myself.

"I'm sure they aren't picky either but I'm not a stripper, dude."

As soon as the words left my mouth I watched as it registered in his brain and his eyes flew open wide as he leapt over the side of the couch away from me.

"Demon!"

"I'm not a demon!"

"Yeah right sister you're singing to the wrong choir," he grumbled.

He backed away from me his arms out and ready to defend himself if he had too. This wasn't any ordinary man; this was a Hunter. Relief came over me as I realized that I was in the presence of someone who knew about this stuff and I wouldn't have to try and explain it to some unsuspecting stranger. Well, even if I did, I was more than a hundred percent sure that they would just say they were dreaming anyways and forget all about it, which wouldn't be too bad.

The two stripper girls were gone when I glanced over to my right causing alarm to shoot back through me. He was going to wake up! No, no he couldn't wake up!

Turning wide eyes back to him I tried desperately to think of a way to get him to realize I wasn't a demon. The minute I had an idea I snapped my fingers causing him to tense up a little.

"I got it. Say God's name in Latin!"

I was so proud of myself for the thought I couldn't stop grinning like a moron. The man on the other hand looked at me like I was one of those wacko-do women you met on the streets, eyeing me up and down with caution.

"No."

He stated it so flat and finale it actually took me a second to process that one word.

"What-"

"You heard me you black eyed bitch!"

My mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Excuse me? I am neither black eyed nor a bitch. You shouldn't be throwing around names sitting in here demeaning women into nothing more than your childish sexual fantasies! And apparently after all this time I can see that a woman still has to please herself around here."

He looked completely dumbfounded. His posture had even changed becoming slack with his fisted hands slowly dropping down to his sides. Rolling my shoulders to ease the tension I turned away from him and closed my eyes, searching for the words that I hadn't used in a very long time. Once I found them I opened my eyes and began to recite it like it was a favorite poem.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo."

Once I was finished I gave the man my full attention. His mouth agape he looked a little dumbfounded for a split second before he regained his composure.

"That proof enough?"

Dean's POV

This had to be the weirdest dream I had ever had. Well besides that one where I had to eat through an entire three pound ball of cheese for the chance to have a night with Miss Wisconsin. The things a man will do to be with a woman…and speaking of woman.

The woman in question was now sitting on the far end of the couch, her small hands barely being seen from underneath the sleeves of my olive colored jacket, which I had given to her to cover up with. She had said that since this was my head we were in I could change her clothes but I had no idea what she was talking about. So a simple solution was to give her my jacket and to be quite honest, I really liked looking at her nice legs. My eyes were transfixed as her fingers played across the edge of the thigh-high stockings that hugged her thigh as her eyes roamed around the room. I knew she wasn't doing this for my benefit more probably based on her having nerves or something.

Clearing my throat I tore my eyes away from those honey toned legs and moved back to a place where I thought I'd get in less trouble: her face. Evidently my sudden noise had jarred her out of her daydreaming because it caused her to jump in surprise. I couldn't help but smirk.

"The names Dean."

She gave me a sad smile as her fidgeting moved to the edges of my jacket.

"Dea."

I leaned in a little closer my face squinting as I strained to hear what she said.

"Say that again."

She dropped her fidgeting hands down to her sides.

"Dea," she replied back sheepishly.

It wasn't very much of an improvement and it was an odd turn of events. Barely a few minutes ago she had been so confident and sure of herself and in an instant seemed to become unsure.

"Dea huh?" I eyed her up and down quickly and bit my lip before I continued. "So what brings you to my dreams, Dea?"

She seemed hesitant at first then a sort of desperation appeared to wash over her as she moved just a bit closer to me and gave me her full attention.

"I honestly have no idea. The last thing I remembered was-"She stopped short her eyes quickly giving me a heavy once over. "Was total darkness and then I was here."

She started to look around the room again and I was tempted to snap my fingers to bring her back to attention.

"What do you mean 'total darkness'?"

Dea finally brought those bright russet eyes back to me and it was my turn to fidget. Why did I feel like I was suddenly in the presence of someone who could school me on the things I did and didn't know?

"What I meant is exactly as it sounds. Every single day I have done nothing but exist in darkness. My mind wonders around dark corner after dark corner while my body only feels constant pain."

As she spoke her body began to tremble. She tried to fight it, putting one hand on stop of the other, but it gradually only seemed to worsen.

"Are you in hell?"

There was that sad smile again.

"You could call it that. More like a personal hell that I am subjected too. This is the first place I have seen with any sort of color too it and you, Dean, are the first person I have seen in just as long."

I felt a little surprised and embarrassed as I looked around the room at the décor and the photos on the wall. Man I bet my face looked like a freakin' tomato. Letting out a nervous laugh I gestured to the walls, "Sorry about, well, all this."

That's when she gave me a real genuine smile and it almost felt like my heart had stopped. Almost instantly my body went still as I tried to concentrate on anything other than her.

"It's alright I kind of like it. It's…colorful," she giggled.

After a few seconds of uninterrupted silence she looked back down at her little hands and her slender fingers that played delicately along the bottom of my jacket. Leaning my elbows down on my legs I watched closely as her face remained still with her nerves no doubt kicking back in.

"Where are you at?" I asked abruptly.

Dea turned sharply to face me with her fingers still grasping at the end of the jacket.

"That is a sweet thought Dean but-"

"Look I'm a Hunter I can help you but only if you let me know where you are."

She shot me another heart pounding smile as she finally dropped the jackets end.

"I know you're a Hunter Dean."

Surprise shot through me and she laughed at what was most likely my facial expression.

"I could tell you were a Hunter the minute you started shouting out that I was a demon. I don't know about you but I don't know too many normal people who automatically start crying demon when they encounter something creepy."

"You got a point there," I chuckled. "But seriously Dea I want to help you."

She leaned forward and gently wrapped her hand on the top of mine. It was a pretty long stretch for her and she had to scoot a few inches towards me so it wasn't awkward. I just sort of sat there, staring awkwardly at this girl's hand, while I tried to keep my composure. This was my own dream and one of the hottest girls that had ever been in it had to be a chick that was in trouble. Awesome.

"Sweet thought but I don't even really know where I am anymore. It's been five years and plus, I already have someone coming for me or at least he promised me he would."

"He?"

I wanted to smack my palm to my face as soon as I said it. I hadn't meant to say it out loud. Dropping her hand away from mine she sat up straight and looked forward.

"I've known him for a very long time. He swore to me that he would come and find me; rescue me. It's been a while but I know he'll be here soon," she turned to me and gave me the full weight of her eyes. "He has never let me down."

That look in her eyes was the most trusting look I had ever seen and oddly enough I found myself jealous of a dude that for all I knew could have been make believe, or worse, deserted her. I needed her to feel like she could trust me just as well as she could this guy. Someone had to go and get her out of wherever she was at. First things first though, I needed a name.

"Dea-"

"Yeah?"

"What's this guy's name?"

She gave me a cautionary look as her teeth lightly bit the side of her lip. Looking her directly in those deep russet eyes I gently said, "Dea, you can trust me."

"His-"

Suddenly a screeching alarm whaled through the room so loud my vision blurred as my hands shot up to protect my ears. Dea didn't seem to have the same reaction even though I knew her ears had to be throbbing in pain.

"Dea!" I tried to scream over the whaling but it seemed to be no use.

She looked around the room frantically with her hands gripping tight to her wavy raven hair.

"No, no, no!" she repeated.

The alarm grew increasingly louder causing the walls to begin to shake. What the hell? Was Sam deciding to take a back road somewhere or what? Quickly I got up from the couch and rushed over to her grabbing her by the arms and turned her to face me. She was wide-eyed with panic with tears threatening to spill over.

"I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!" she cried.

"Go back where?"

"To be swallowed up in darkness! Dean I don't want to go please."

Ah hell the minute the tears fell was the minute I knew something was seriously wrong.

"Dea don't worry about it, Sam is probably just driving on a construction site or something."

"No Dean this is not from driving. This is happening where I am."

That stopped me cold.

"Something must be going wrong because it's the alarm for the building I don't…"

Horror etched her face as a nasty smell began to fill the room. Taking one of my hands away from her arm I gagged into my elbow as I tried to fight the putrid smell that engulfed my senses. But my nose caught something. Underneath that entire funk there was a familiar smell that nagged at me until finally it clicked: Sulfur.

It was my turn for my eyes to get wide as Dea gripped tightly to me.

"Oh god Dean they're back. Please, please don't let them take me. Please!"

Quickly I wrapped my arms tight around her while my eyes roamed warily around the room.

"I gotcha, I gotcha."

I tried for reassurance but it sounded more like hysteria. I didn't have a freaking clue as to what the hell was going on but all I did know was that wherever Dea was at there were a lot of demons and demons never meant anything good.

Abruptly a fierce jerk ripped Dea back happening so rapidly I barely had a chance to grab a hold of her arms. She let out a shriek as another forceful tug came this one dragging me with her.

"Oh crap," I muttered as I fought to get some ground.

The tug came again right as I was lifting my right leg to start pulling her back causing me to lurch forward and damn near being dragged on my face.

"Dean!"

"I got yeah Dea hold on!"

The next one completely wrenched Dea from my arms and sent her flying back towards the far wall. It had been so unexpected I barely caught myself on my hands and knees and watched as she slammed into the wall…and vanished. Frantically I scanned the room but my eyes kept coming back to the wall she had disappeared through, her scream still echoing in my head, and the look of pure terror all over her face.

Not even in my dreams was I going to find any peace.

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