Dean put out his hand in a signal to stay where I was. He dropped into a low crouch and pulled out his knife, the jagged jawbone surprisingly sharp.

"What?" I whispered as I followed his lead and dropped into a crouch. He glanced back at me and held his finger to his lips. Be quiet. He started to slink forward as silent as a cat. He raised his nose to the air and sniffed. His eyes gleamed with malice and he mouthed the word sulfur and motioned for me to follow. My blood ran cold.

"Demons?!" I whispered, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. I hadn't got my tattoo yet. I was wide open for possession. The thing is, I have only been an "official" hunter for two weeks. Three years ago Sam and Dean saved me from a wendigo and since it had killed my parents, they took care of me. They didn't just take care of me though. They also taught me. Trained me. Trained me hard. My body was toned and I was pretty sure I could take apart any gun and put it back together in under twenty seconds. I could also recite the bible in latin.

Dean snapped his fingers and frowned at me. I had gotten lost in the past again, something that could get us both killed. I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"Sorry" I whispered as he turned and kept moving down the hall.

"Where are you sammy?" he said under his breath, so softly I could barely hear him. I froze. We were hunting sam? No no we couldn't be. Dean said it was just a werewolf. It would be quick. Easy. I stood straight and dean looked at me.

"Violete? What?" he said quietly, careful to keep his voice down. I narrowed my eyes, spun away and stormed back down the hall, making too much noise. Dean glanced back at the room he was going towards but as I angrily pushed through the front door he followed me grimly. I stormed to the car and spun with every ounce of my anger written on my face.

"LIAR" I screamed in his face. Dean flinched and shook his head.

"I'm lost" he looked genuinely confused and that made it so much worse.

"Sam." was all I could say then I spun back to the car and wrapped my arms around myself. I lowered my face to hide the tears, the weakness. Ever since sam went bad, demonic, It felt like I was off balance. It wasn't like I wanted him in that way, it wasn't like that at all, he was the dad my real father never was. And when he tried to kill me, it wasn't him anymore. His eyes went black.

tears flowed down my face against my wishes.

"Violet, I'm sorry, I couldn't leave you behind, I just…" I could hear him shifting back and forth on his feet. I hugged myself tighter and prepared for him to say he didn't trust me and that was why he couldn't leave me behind.

"Couldn't what, huh? Trust me? " I snarled angrily and faced him. He looked at my face, the tears, in shock and looked thrown off for a moment. His jaw fell slack and he stepped forward.

"Seriously? That's what you think?" he asked incredulously. I just nodded. Dean stepped towards me and started reaching out like he wanted to hug me.

All of a sudden there was a loud boom and Dean wasn't in front of me anymore. He had been thrown all the way back to the house and was now gasping for breath, blood bubbled from in between his lips. Suddenly Sammy came strolling out with that cruel smile and it felt like time slowed down. His eyes sparkled like a cat that had caught a mouse as he stared at Dean. I dropped into a crouch and backed behind the car as Sammy flipped his hand and sent Dean flying against the wall again. I gasped at the vicious creature that had become my sammy and his head whipped towards me. I tried to slide out of view again but it was to late. His hand went up and so did I. A fire licked through my body as the ability to move was ripped away from me. I tried to struggle but Sammy was to strong, I was probably going to die.

"Ahh violete. I was wondering where you were" His voice dragged ice down my spine in a cold sweat and I glared at him with all my might. He let out that malicious laugh and turned back to Dean.

"I'm done playing with you, brother" With those words he twisted his hand sharply and Dean's neck followed the example. Dean crumpled to the ground and I screamed louder than I ever had. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I knew sammy could control my head, he could almost mimic a tricksters powers, but it seemed so real. So painfully real. Tears started rolling down my face as sammy forced me to him. His hand, so cold, slid slowly down my cheek and I shivered in repulsion.

"Hello Violete, I have missed you" I tried to pull away from his touch.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus" I spit all my anger into the words and I saw the demon inside him shiver. It wasn't sammy, it was a demon.

" stop it" He said angrily, tightening his grip on me.

"omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii" I tried to summon every ounce of will in me. I had to push it out of him. I had to save him.

" omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica" His power washed away from me as he dropped to the ground. I looked to see Dean moving from the ground. Not dead. Seeing him made my strength renew and I pushed on vigorously.

"rgo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire" I saw Dean start to get up and wanted to shout for him to stay down but I couldn't risk interrupting the spell.

"te rogamus, audi nos!"

Sammy, or the demon in him lay writhing on the ground and with all my might I screamed those last words. Black smoke erupted from his mouth and flew away quickly into the inky sky. I fell to my knees, weak from the events, just as sam was waking up.

"What?" He whispered hoarsely and looked around in complete confusion. I felt so tired I thought I would pass out right there, but no, I managed to get back to my feet. I needed to make sure Dean was ok. I needed Dean to be ok. What would I do if he died? What would I have done if sammy had died?

I forced each step as I made my way to where he sat with blood running freely from his mouth. He looked awful and I wasn't sure he would make it through this. Besides how was I supposed to get two full grown men into a car and drive them back to the bunker on my own? I was about to pass out and now I had to figure this out before they died, or worse.

"Dean?" I whisper, hoping he would be good enough to get himself to the car. If not I was going to have to get him there myself. Wait. I had an idea. I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky.

"cas? I could really use a hand. Please" I had hope that he would answer but not much considering he wasn't answering our prayers much anymore. I waited a moment but he still didn't show. I would have to do this on my own then.

I hooked my arms under Deans and tried to pull him up but he was to heavy and all I managed to do was drag him into a slouching position. I couldn't do this, because if Dean was this heavy sammy would be so much worse. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, right into the kind face of castiel.

"y...you came?" He smiled down at me and ruffled my hair.

"yes, I am here. You need help?" he was acting as if he hadn't been ignoring them for the better of a month now but she wasn't going to complain.

"yeah." her tone was clipped but he didn't seem to notice as he placed his hand on her forehead. She heard a flutter of wings and suddenly her, sammy, and Dean were all back at the bunker. Castiel was gone once more.

Out of everything that had happened, I still had one question. how was sammy possessed? why didnt his tattoo protect him?