Author's Note:

Please read this first guys! Very important stuff right here!

This story takes places right after the moment Sam tells Dean that he isn't going to be doing any psychic stuff anymore. I will try my best to include anything new that happens after that, but I won't actually be including it as part of the story. Also, most of the events going on will be a little of my own thoughts and ideas that could explain a few things going on in the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean Winchester, or any of the Supernatural cast. I do own this story plot (twisted into my own version, you could say) and any original characters (the ones that you have no clue about). Thank you.

Chapter One: Girls, Girls, Girls!

"So what? What now? You just going to say 'no more' and that's it? What about Ruby? What're you going to tell her?"

Sam frowned as Dean continued on with his bombardment of questions, asking one after the other without even giving him time to answer even one of them. He looked up with sad eyes to his brother, hoping that the older man would stop to catch his breath long enough for him to put in his two cents.

"Are you even telling me the truth now? Who knows how long you've been lying to me! Give me one good reason why I should believe you now?"

Dean glared razor sharp daggers to his younger brother, the one person he thought would never lie to him – and now apparently he was wrong about that. He stood taller than Sam for the moment, only because Sam was sitting down while he stood up to make the argument more meaningful – in his opinion.

"Come on Sam! What? What now?"

Sam stood up then, moving so quickly that he shocked Dean and caused his older brother to step back in surprise. "Dean! Let me talk, for once!"

"Then talk big guy," Dean retorted angrily, regaining his intimidating stance.

"I'll just tell Ruby that I don't want to do it anymore, she wouldn't make me do anything I don't want to," Sam explained calmly, or as calmly as he could. He looked his brother in the eyes and hoped that Dean would be a bit more understanding.

"Oh yeah? Just like how you didn't want to do any of that mumbo jumbo in the beginning and then she goes and talks you into it? Sam, she's a demon!" Dean shouted. He glared at Sam for a bit but then threw his arms up in defeated and turned away from his brother. "I can't believe you were having sex with her – with that demon bitch!"

"Hey! That is none of your business Dean!" Sam shouted back quickly in defense of himself or Ruby, he didn't really know. "And stop calling her a demon bitch!"

Dean looked back at Sam with a single brow raised in question. "I'm going for a drive,"

"What? Why?" Sam was about to take a step toward his brother but Dean gave him a look that clearly told him to stay away.

"At least I'm telling you – not like I'm going to be sneaking out or anything," Dean shot at Sam before walking toward the door. He didn't even wait for Sam to come up with some sort of reply as he slammed the door of the motel room behind him. He glanced around the parking lot, a habit he's developed over the years, before stalking over to his car.

Dean looked back at the motel room and then slipped into the driver's seat. As soon as the engine revved, signaling that it was ready to go, Dean stepped on the gas and was out of the parking lot in a matter of seconds. He didn't know where he was going, for how long he was going to drive, or why he even decided to drive.

"At least I'm finally out of there – Sam's starting to freak me out," Dean mumbled to himself out loud in the silent car. He reached over and turned on the radio and a smile appeared on his face when a familiar song flooding the vehicle. "Girls, girls, girls!"

He started to tap his hands against the steering wheel and began to do some head banging. Dean didn't even notice how quickly the sun was going down, or how long he had been driving for until he noticed he was nearing a small town. He glanced around, slowing the car down to a reasonable speed, checking about him to find some kind of parking spot – or maybe even a bar.

Dean grinned happily when he found himself a bar and a parking spot. He quickly parked the car and stepped into the bar, again glancing around the seemingly empty streets. Once he was inside the bar everyone that was in there stopped what they were doing to stare at him, but quickly went back to what they were doing seconds later.

Dean headed straight to the bar and called over the female bartender, fortunately for him. She eyed him warily, looking at him up and down as she stepped closer. "What d'you like?"

"Best beer you got," Dean replied with a smile. He looked around the bar; it looked like there were no more than eight people in the room. The bartender handed him his beer and was about to leave when Dean asked her a question, "Why'd everyone stare at me when I walked in?"

The bartender's eyes shifted left and right and leaned toward him. "We thought you were someone else," she whispered as low as she possibly could yet still loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Why? What's going on around here?" Dean leaned forward when the bartender leaned more toward him and he could tell that the conversation was about to get deeper.

"You believe in…" the bartender looked about her, her eyes catching everyone else's in the room and they nodded to her as if giving her permission to speak. "You believe in those ghost stories and… demons?"

Dean held back a smile, a laugh, or anything that would give him away to anything to what he did. He nodded his head numbly, urging the girl to continue with what she was going to tell him. "Yeah, what about it?"

"See… There's this girl here who lives around these parts," the bartender twirled her finger around, a small hand gesture that sort of helped emphasized that the girl could be found all around in the area. "She's been protecting us, keeping us safe,"

Dean nodded his head again, taking in the woman's words and letting them echo in his mind. "And so, why does everyone seem so freaked out about this?"

"Well, for one… not many people come through here wanting to come back," the bartender leaned away from Dean and was now speaking with her normal tone of voice. "And it's not like the people 'round here are all too thrilled about this woman – change is a bit hard to get used to,"

"What do you mean by change?" Dean asked.

"Been almost a year or so since them demons started appearing around town," the bartender replied. She had a look on her face that made it seem like she was thinking about the happy days before all the 'change' happened, sadness blanketing her eyes. "At first we just thought the deaths and murders around here and the surrounding places were all just misfortunate events but then… they started happening all too close to one another and there were more and more people dying…

"That was when she showed up, killing a demon right in the middle of the town square – right where everyone can see but the thing that scares us the most is that whenever she's doing her 'thing', her eyes turn black – even the white parts turn black!"

"Where can I meet this girl?"

As soon as the last word left his mouth everyone in the bar was staring at him again, some with his or her jaws hanging low in shock. Dean looked around him and then looked at the bartender, shrugging his shoulders. "What?"

"You wouldn't want to go meet her," the bartender shook her head disapprovingly at Dean.

"Why not?"

"We don't entirely know what she is… Some think she's a normal person with powers or a demon herself," the bartender explained. "Lately there's been something big going on – it's very rare to see her around anywhere,"

"Where can I meet her?" Dean asked, trying again.

Suddenly the door opened and everyone turned toward it, just like they did with Dean, but this time they didn't look away after a few seconds. Dean followed their eyes and was met with a young woman whom he had the urge to whistle at.

The bartender leaned forward until her mouth was mere inches away from Dean's ear, yet her eyes never strayed away from the woman at the door. "That's her," she whispered.

The young woman smiled at everyone in the room and nodded her head politely before walking off to sit a few seats away from Dean. She called the bartender over and ordered her drink, and then everyone else went back to what they were doing before. Once the bartender gave the young woman her drink she turned to Dean with a warm smile.

"Heard you were looking for me," she spoke to him, a warm smile still on her face.

"News travels fast around here, doesn't it?" Dean stood up from his seat and moved so that he was now sitting right beside the young woman. "Mind if we go for a little walk?"

The young woman's smile never left her as she stood to her feet and gestured toward the door with her head. Dean understood quickly and the both of them walked out of the bar, Dean holding the door for her like the gentlemen he is. As soon as they were outside they immediately started heading toward the centre of the town.

Dean and this still unnamed woman walked side by side in silence. He would take calculating glances toward her every now and then, and she did the same to him.

"So, can I get a name out of you?" Dean asked, breaking their somewhat comfortable silence.

"What do you want?" she stopped walking, which made Dean stop with her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Dean, eyeing him carefully.

Dean reached into his pockets, trying to see if he remembered to stuff holy water into them. Once he felt that familiar bottle in his fingers he whipped it out and threw the contents at the young woman. However, what happened next was something he was not expecting.

The holy water was suspended in midair and the young woman was staring at him questioningly. "Holy water?"

"They said that your eyes would turn black – that's what demons do," Dean stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm not a demon,"

"What, you like a Ruby now? Badass demon gone goody-two shoes?"

"You know Ruby?"

Suddenly the young woman's interest spiked and she took a step toward Dean. Her arms went down to her sides and she stared at him questioningly. "How do you know Ruby?" the young woman asked. She sidestepped the holy water that was still suspended in the air and was now face to face with Dean, their faces just inches apart. "Tell me,"

Dean's eyes widened when he saw the girl's eyes turning a frightening shade of black and before he could do anything else his body froze. He watched as the girl circled him yet he couldn't even move. He growled angrily and narrowed his eyes at the girl who still circled around him. "What are you doing to me?"

"Tell me how you know Ruby," she repeated, "And I just might tell you my name, at least,"

"Dean!"

Both Dean and the young woman turned at the same time to see Sam standing not too far away with a gun pointed straight at the young woman. His brows were knitted together in concentration, clearly not intending to miss. "What are you doing to my brother? Who are you?"

"Quinn, Darcy Quinn," she said, finally. "And you wouldn't want to shoot me right now," Darcy told him in an eerily calm voice.

"And why wouldn't I want to do that?" Sam asked, cocked the gun in his hands.

"Because I'm the only thing keeping them away," Darcy nudged her head in no particular direction with a smile. Sam glanced around him and his hands almost let go of the gun. All around, completely surrounding them, were demons – demons in human hosts. They looked to be banging at an invisible wall. They growled and scratched and did everything to try and get near them but that invisible wall stayed strong.

"But – how did I get through?" Sam asked, lowering his arm with his eyes still glancing around him.

"Because I let you through – and I hope to god you're just passing through,"

--

"What are you doing in my town? What do you want? Who are you? And, how do you know Ruby?"

Dean, Sam, and Darcy stood alone in a private room lent to them by the bartender from earlier. Darcy paced around the room, walking in front of the door so that neither of the Winchester boys could get out. Her wavy dirty blond locks bounced each step she took, her eyes glancing to the boys occasionally.

"Now wait just a minute; how about you tell us just who the hell you are? Are you one of 'em psychic freaks?" Dean barked out angrily.

"I am not a freak!" Darcy turned to Dean and her arm shot forward toward him and Dean was forced against the wall behind him. Sam lifted his arms with gun placed in his hands tightly. "Put him down!" he shouted. "We'll answer your questions if you answer some of ours – okay?"

Dean slid to the ground with a thud, grumbling angrily as he pushed himself off of the floor.

"We just stumbled here," Sam answered Darcy's first question and slowly set his gun back down. "Now your turn to answer a question: are you one of the psychic children?"

"Yes, now your turn: who are you?" Darcy calmed down as she stopped pacing and just stood by the door.

"My name is Sam Winchester and he's my brother, Dean," Sam looked back to Dean and saw how angry his older brother was at just having to "submit" to a woman he believed to be demonic and dangerous. "Why haven't seen or heard of you and what can you do?"

"Because I'm special and I'm a telekinetic," Darcy crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight over to one foot. "And since I answered two questions you have to answer two of mine: how do you know Ruby and what is your relation to her?"

Sam frowned and looked back to Dean again. The two of them stared each other and quietly wondered if they should tell her anything but Dean seemed to not care for the subject at all. Dean looked away from Sam and walked away to the other side of the room. "Why don't you just call her over Sam? Isn't she your little demon bitch now, following all your orders?"

Just then there was a knock on the door and everyone in the room turned toward it in reflex. Darcy moved to the side and pulled the door open a crack, to check who was standing on the other side. The two brothers heard her give out a small chuckle and she opened the door further to reveal a young woman, slightly smaller than Darcy. She had a small smile on her face and long, wavy chestnut coloured hair with red streaks all over – seemingly in no particular pattern.

Darcy moved over to the side some more to let the other girl into the room before shutting the door gently behind her. "She's no threat, we can continuing talking,"

"The demons are all gone, by the way," the smaller girl said to Darcy, not lowering her voice at all.

"Ruby helped us –" Sam was interrupted when he heard Dean's irritated scoff, glaring angrily at his brother. "Ruby helped me improve my powers and helped me, or at least tried to help me find Lilith,"

"Okay, now slow down everybody!"

Everyone in the room turned to stare at Dean who had just suddenly decided to speak up. "Things are going just a bit fast here – how about we stop with all these stupid little questions and think for a moment?" Dean leaned against the wall and looked at everyone in the room. "The thing I want to know is why there are so many damn demons in this town,"

"That's easy!" the girl with the chestnut red-streaked hair exclaimed happily, "Darcy can also control demons,"

"And who the hell are you?" Dean turned to the new girl with a single brow raised in question.

Darcy suddenly stepped in between Dean and the other girl to block her from his view and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Hey! This is Stephanie and you leave her alone, got it?"

Stephanie laughed nervously and looked away, a little embarrassed. "Darcy can control the demons out there, but not all at once and only for a limited so… they can get pretty rowdy when they're not under her control,"

Sam stared at Darcy and looked her over. "How do you… control demons?"

"Don't even think about it Sam!" Dean roared.

"How about we continue this lovely discussion in the morning? You two are free to stay here or stay in my guest room," Stephanie offered kindly, a light blush staining her cheeks as she looked from one Winchester brother to the other.

Darcy opened her mouth in protest but Stephanie brought her hand up quickly to silence her. Darcy frowned and stormed out of the room, "I'll make a path for you through the demons," she shouted over her shoulder before disappearing.

"Uh… thank you?" Sam turned to Dean and Dean just shrugged his shoulders.

--

"I don't trust these girls,"

"Why are you so angry all of a sudden? Picking a fight with anyone near you!"

Sam and Dean stood along together in the guest room that Stephanie had set up for them. The two girls they had just met that night were downstairs speaking to each other but not loud enough for Sam and Dean to hear.

"What? There's a girl down there who's one of those psychic freaks who seems really into her powers and shit! And then there's another girl who might be one too!" Dean half shouted, half whispered to make sure that neither of the girls could hear him. "They're probably thinking up some way to cook us, boil us, or just eat us alive!"

"Dean…"

"What? It can happen,"

Meanwhile, Darcy and Stephanie were downstairs arguing about their current guests. Stephanie and Darcy stood a few feet apart, face-to-face, in the centre of the room with their voice slightly raised.

"Stephanie, why did you invite them over for? I seriously do not like this Dean character! And, the most uncomforting thing is that I cannot – for the life of me – I seriously cannot read either of their minds!" Darcy turned away from Stephanie and started to pace around the coffee table. One hand went up to her head and massaged the area around her temple.

"Steph, I can't keep those demons away… My head is starting to hurt…"

Stephanie looked over to Darcy and saw a single, thick drop of blood drip from one of her nostrils. She frowned and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains to the side to glance outside. In the distance she could see many of the demons banging away at Darcy's invisible shield. She looked back at Darcy just in time to see her sit down on the chair that was closet to her. "You can relax, I'll take the next shift,"

Stephanie let her finger run along a small spot against the wall and Darcy immediately looked relaxed. Right at that moment the two Winchester brothers decided to walk down the stairs. Darcy quickly wiped the blood form underneath her nose before either of the brothers saw.

"How do you know Ruby?" Sam asked as he walked around the chair that Darcy sat on.

"No, no; how about telling us what the hell is going on?" Dean said, his voice raised a pitch or two. "Why don't you just kill those demons out there?"

"Because they're really quite useful," Darcy replied from her seat in the living room.

"Are you two here because of that article in the news? The one about the sliced up bodies?" Stephanie moved away from the window and closer to where everyone was standing. "The one where there was practically nothing left whole on the body for identification – except for the obvious DNA sh-stuff,"

Dean looked a little surprised, but reminded himself that these people he was with were not the norm. "And I'm guessing you know something about that,"

"We've already taken care of that," Stephanie told Dean proudly.

"Ruby's here,"

Sam looked to Dean, Dean turned to Darcy in disbelief, and Darcy looked toward the front door. Stephanie walked toward it and opened it as if everything was going normally. She didn't even have enough time to open the door all the way when Ruby just pushed the door open herself. Stephanie narrowed her eyes annoyed and mumbled something about disrespectful people as she shut the door behind Ruby.

"Why the hell are you two together?" Ruby barked out, stepping right into the centre of the room. Ruby looked from Sam to Darcy and then back again before finally stopping at Sam. "Well?"

"What the hell is going on here? Could someone explain this to me?" Dean shouted at the top of his lungs, gaining everyone attention.

Ruby rolled her eyes at Dean, as if she was expecting him to say that. "These two – Sam and Darcy – were not supposed to meet," Ruby started. "You know how Sam here is the Antichrist for the demons of Hell? Well, little Miss Darcy here is supposed to be the Antichrist's second in command – or, like his 'right hand man',"

"What?" Sam, Dean, and Darcy said in unison while Stephanie just stood back and watched what was going on.

"You two didn't just stumble upon each other by chance! Sam, you didn't just suddenly get the urge to go out and follow your brother into town! And you, you didn't just get the urge to talk to Dean back at the bar!" Ruby yelled, shouting as if she were speaking to two children. "Stephanie: push those demons back further,"

"Excuse me? Don't boss me around," Stephanie retorted angrily.

"Yeah, don't boss her around," Darcy stood up from her seat and gave Ruby a death glare – one that even Ruby took a step back from, which made Darcy smirk knowingly. "That's what I thought,"

"So you mean – all this – this was some sort of meeting set up by something other worldly and that this girl here is supposed to be my 'right hand'?" Sam asked Ruby, glancing toward Darcy again with a confused look still on his face.

"Wait a second – this guy was that famed Antichrist I've been hearing so much about? He hasn't showed any signs of 'great power' since I've seen him!" Darcy proclaimed, pointing at Sam when she spoke.

"Something big is coming and it's coming fast – and Lilith is the one who's commanding it," Ruby started again, turning her eyes turned Sam. "You have got to practice more Sam,"

"The hell he is," Dean interjected, stepping forward and closer to where Ruby stood. "Sam's done with this psycho-mind freak business,"

"Guys! This is going way too fast pace! How about we do what we originally planned to do and wait until morning to get things settled out?" Stephanie interrupted, shouting as loud as she could to go over everyone's voices and to get their attention.

Everyone in the room nodded their heads dejectedly, as if defeated – except for Dean and Ruby. The two Winchester brothers looked away and started to head over to their room, Darcy started to walk to her room that was on the main floor, Ruby just stormed out, and Stephanie headed to her room that was also upstairs with the guest room.

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