Unexpected Visitor

The rain brought a gloomy, depressing atmosphere around her destination. The bunker. Her objective was clear and only the Winchesters could help her. It was oblivious to why she would arise out of the shadows for this moment with all that was occurring; but an order was given and it must be completed. Her mind rambling on: Would he believe her? Would he assume that she was another spy? Was there any chance he would recognize her.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

His eyes glanced from his pages of research to the metal door nearby. His eyes were weary. The Frankenstein clan was on their tail, but Sam was determined to say his brother no matter the cost. Since Rowena was missing, he was left with the notes from Charlie. He was cautious about this newly arrived guest. It would be bizarre for Dean to knock unless he needed help, but why would Dean ever ask for it since he was only out getting gas and some junk food for the road.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

With his Glock 9mm in hand, he carefully maneuvered his way to the entrance. His eyes scoured the room to ensure that he was, indeed, alone. Even though, he already knew the answer.

Knock. Knock. Knock. This time the knock had become a pound with agitation.

Once to the door, he took one last inhale with gun up and ready before reaching for the door. The door slowly eased open with the gun pointed between the brow of this unfamiliar face. He analyzed the visitor, "Who are you?"

Fifteen minutes of discussion and explanation had occurred before Dean returned from his errands, "Well, everyone within a fifty miles radius of us is gone, thankfully, the food was still there." After scavenges through the paper bag, he finally glances toward the two of them. Sam, with a face of concern, sat in his usual seat with his folded arms over his chest and then the odd one, leaning against a wall nearby. "Sam, would you mind what the hell is going on?"

Her eyes were extraordinary bright in the hue of powder blue. A shade that was familiar on another. The smile over her face made his caution level heighten, "So, this is the infamous Dean Winchester. You sure do know how to greet someone." The voice was soft, yet taunting as if searching for a trigger.

"No offense lady, but I don't know who the hell you are and I'm not whether greeting you is justified in this situation."

A cautious Sam finally voiced an opinion, "Dead, she is here because of Cass."

Dean's suspicion of this young woman rumbled within. He resisted the urge to strike and used a more forceful way of getting the truth, but the look on his brother face spoke of trouble, "What is it that you want with Cass?" His hazels analyzed her to place whether his suspicion could be justified. She was dressed like a rocker teenager even though her age registered as being in her late 20s. Her dark cami was cut as a mid drift, with separate dark sleeves coating from pit to knuckle. Her jeans were tight and ripped in places which covered down to her black and white converse. She wore a double chained pendant locket around her neck, which was the only elegant thing she wore. Her skin was softly pale which allowed the soft pink lips and her smokey eye makeup to counter the color of her skin. Her mane was dark and long pulled back in a high ponytail. She had the quality of mystery that didn't settle well with his nerves and most likely, Sam's as well.

"You need to take me to him." Her assertive voice was intimidating, but he wasn't going to be pushed around by some stranger.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I need to speak to him."

"Sorry. Not a good enough reason. I don't just jump out of my way for anyone." His bite was big as his gas station cheeseburger was missing a piece.

Her eyes narrowed as his frustrated registered, "I do not think that I need say more. Are you going to take me to him or not?"

With a mouth full of beef, he distributed his answer, "No."

"Then, it will be your fault when your friends die and Rowena walks away free to destroy everything and everyone. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. Haven't enough blood shed for a Winchester to live? I hope you enjoyed Purgatory." Her eyes glanced away from Dean's fiery sneer to Sam, "Be aware, Sam. She won't stop. And that mark that she, so, gracious removed will return. I assure you." Those powder blues hovered back to those fiery hazels, "I, unlike you, wish not to be someone's slave. Since there is no help her, I will find him myself. Thanks for nothing."

His grip clenched tightly to her wrist, stopping her departure, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Now, you wish to know? Too late."

"Forgive me if your vague answers give me encouragement to leap into the unknown. Start talking." In his free hand, the parallel gun to Sam, pressed against her head just above the ear.

"Take me to Castiel and I will tell you everything."

"No, you tell me now or our agreement is over."

"There is no agreement. You either take me to Castiel or be left in the dark. There is no in-between. Make a choice, Dean." Her eyes were strong and unfazed by her chance of roulette.

Carefully, Dean glanced over to his brother and all he received was an unsure shrug. His eyes locked back into her blues, awaiting an answer. It was a lose-lose situation. The only choice was agree to her terms. If it meant to fix their problem and save his friends, then he would do anything, "Let me grab some supplies."

"Perfect! I'll be waiting outside. Goodbye, Sam." She vanished within seconds into the darkness.

"Dude, Are you seriously thinking about doing this?" Sam couldn't believe his brother agreed to her demands. "What the hell are you thinking?"

During Sam's lecturing, Dean collected the essentials: clothes, guns, ammunition, etc., "And what was I supposed to do? Sam, she knows something about all of this. There is a chance she can help fix this problem. Besides, I'm not help here."

"You just don't want to read."

"Exactly." The bag slung over his shoulder as he makes his way to the exit.

"How do we know this isn't one of Rowena's trap or even the Frankenstein? She could very well be planning on killing Cass the moment you meet up. Don't you see how suspicious this is?"

"Of course I do, but I have my own agenda. It is why I carry this everywhere." He waves his angel sword in his brother's face, "If she tries another, bam! Knife in the back. Just research and figure out where Rowena could be. I'll handle Miss Demand."

The drive to the rendezvous place was awkward. Dean drove, giving the occasional cautious glance to the woman beside him. At one point, the silence was driving him wild as he ignited his music. Within seconds, Any Way You Want It by Journey extinguished the awkwardness. His head bobbed to the jams alongside his lip syncing. In another skeptical glance, he noticed her lips mimicking the lyrics just like him. Her lips froze the moment she felt his gaze as she reverted back to her admiration for the scene around them. Dean would not prevent the smirk from arising.

The tension was thick as Dean's suspicion for this woman was unbearable to control. He had to know what he motive was, "Could you at least tell me your name?"

"How much longer until we arrive?" Her wayward answer did not settle his nerves.

"It's a fifteen hour trip..." Lie. "..And we have only been on the road for about an hour. I think you could do the math."

"Wake me up when we arrive."

Before Dean could demand her name once more, she was already deep in slumber. His exhale was sharp with frustration as his foot grew heavier against the accelerator as they sped through the down the highway.

Hours drifted by and the moon shined within the night sky. With still two hours left until arrival, his phone buzzed to reveal Sam's name, "Yeah?"

"How is it going?" Sam's voice echoed through the other end.

"Well, if you consider awkward silence with a suspicious stranger fun, then I am having a blast. Any luck on your end?"

"Sounds like fun. And no, nothing. Charlie's note make no sense and nothing in the Men of Letters notes speak of anything past what we already know."

"So, we're still at no where?"

"Pretty much."

"Hopefully, this trip is not a waste of time. Did you get a hold of him?"

"No, his phone is going straight to Voicemail. I've left like ten messages, but still nothing."

"He is supposed to be staying there. Maybe he is still there."

"Yeah..."

A suited woman blocked the road in the distance, staring toward their vehicle, "What the hell?!" His foot pressured the brakes to avoid the pedestrian.

"Don't stop!" Her body pressed against his side with her foot forcing his to lay heavy on the accelerator.

"What are you doing?!" Dean nudged her away as he tried to regain control. But, her grip was tight on the wheel as she guided the car into the woman with Dean fighting against her pursuit. Just before the strike, Dean gained full control and swerved away. As they past the woman, his eyes caught sight of an angel blade gripped within her grasp. The car ran wild and out of control, spinning them in circles before the passenger's side crashed into a roadside tree. They both lost consciousness from impact.

Dean's mind flashed in and out of consciousness to what was occurring. His passenger abandoned the vehicle and pursued the armed woman. The next visual was of his blood-soaked passenger standing over the lifeless woman in triumph. Her blues were heavier in darkness and evil. His reality flashed in and out. His last scene was of bloody lips pressed against his.

In a jolt, his eyes widened back to reality. The speakers blared a foreign tune, Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. His nerves were unsettled, but hearing someone tampering with his music was enough to set him over the end, "Someone messed with my radio."

He tried to comprehend what had happened. His finger trips massaged his forehead before noticing his hood up and his car parked on the side of the road. He then realized: he was in the passenger seat. The morning sun blinded him momentarily as he questioned what was real and what was a dream. Not only did someone change his music, but they were also tampering with his baby. Once he could bear the light of a new day, he removed himself from the vehicle. His hand held his head as the sight of the lower half of an individual in jean shorts and oil stains came into view.

"It's about time you woke up." The rest of her body revealed itself as she began wiping the oil off of her skin. Her smile was bright on her face as her attire changed to the shorts and a dark band t-shirt. Her mane still back in the same style as the day before. Her semi-clean fingers brushed loose strands from her sight to get a better look at him.

"What happened?" His words were cautious as he examined his baby's engine as it looked perfect.

"Don't you remember? Your car broke down and you fell asleep. I fixed it while you were sleeping. You were seriously tired." She released the stand to allow the hood to drop and lock in place.

His hazels darted to the passenger side where no damage existed, "What about the woman?"

"Woman? How tired were you?" Her expression read confusion as she leaned against the Impala. Her arms crossed in front of her as she watched him carefully.

"The woman from the road. The one you tried to run over."

Her head shook in disagreement, "I have absolutely no clue what you were talking about, but we need to get back on the road if we plan to get there today. Time's a ticking." She brushed past him to take her place in the passenger seat.

His gripped locked on her arm to stop her as he slammed her against a roadside tree. His gun ready and pointed at her head, "Don't play dumb. I remember everything. Now, what are you not telling me?"

"Must we do this again?" Her blues rolled as she stared into his hazels, "I told you that once Castiel is present, I will explain everything."

"Not a good enough answer. Start talking."

"Will you really shoot me, Dean?" Her words were testing his motives.

The safety unlocked as the anger expelled from his eyes.

"You really want to know?"

He remained firm and silent for her answer.

Her neck rolled with a smile on her face. It was time to play rough. Before Dean could fight back, she disarmed him and pistol whipped him down to the ground. The gun now in her hands and prepared to shoot, "Get in the car and drive. That's your only job. Now do it! You want answer? You wait!"

His glare watched her before complying.

The remaining duration of the trip was tension filled and awkward than the first hour. This time the pistol laid against her lap in the chance of Dean's expected struggle for possession. Her guilt weighed on her heavily from the pistol whip, but she was cautious on what to display in words without releasing too much. Castiel had to be present because only he could understand her presence. In the corner of her eyes, she glanced to a uptight Dean, who stared aimlessly ahead. Her teeth dug into her lower lip before releasing a word. A name, "Selene."

Dean caught her glance, but said nothing. It was obvious of his animosity toward her.

Selene remained fixated on the passing scenery with guilt still heavy in her best, "I'm sorry, but it is important that this remains private until we meet with Castiel. If I were to say anything now, who's to say that you will not abandon me on the side of the road and attempt to fix the problem yourself? I have to keep my interests to heart. It is best for all of us."

His frustration was released in a sigh, "And how do I know that when we arrive, you are not going to try to kill Cass on sight? How can I trust you?"

A small giggle was released from her lips, "I assure you that I am the last person who wants him dead."

The arrival to a small abandoned house alongside the river was the destination. The trees and bushes concealed the entrance from fellow drivers. As they began to drive down the driveway, her hand was placed on the hand controlling the wheel, "Stop..."

He analyzed her request before providing approval.

The gun was brushed to him as she removed herself from the Impala and wandered into the fog that shrouded the house. An armed Dean followed alongside her before she froze once more. Her eyes locked on his as they expressed concern, "Stay." Before she could abandon him, he grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?"

"You need to stay here."

"I'm sure I can handle what's inside."

"Are you sure?"

He waved the shiny angel blade in her face just like he had done to Sam.

Her smirk was not impressed, "Some good that would do."

Dean glanced at the blade before walking beside her. The fog around them was thick and soon, Selene was out of sight or range. His calling whisper searched for her in the fog before a loud clash echoed nearby. "Damnit, Selene!" His speed was fast as he dashed up to the abandoned house where death reeked the air. The door was left open as the glimpse of a body flew past the opening. His force slammed the door open to reveal an unexpected scene.

Crowley laid on the opposite end of the room covered in wreckage and Castiel, blood-soaked, crouched near Selene, who analyzed his wound. Crowley, who also wasn't in the best shape, arose from the damage to Selene, "How the hell did you get here?"

"Crowley?" Dean's confusion was less to be left unsaid.

"Squirrel? You brought her here?" His scowl said enough to reveal his displeasure of her existence.

"Yeah. What the hell are you doing here?" Dean's hazels glanced to Castiel's shakened and beatened body near Selene.

"Perfect. Just bloody perfect!"

Selene's hand hovered over Castiel's wounded body as it froze in mid-air. Her confusion confirmed of the cause, "That witch...I'll rip her to shreds..." A black smoke released from his lips and with just a glance, evaporated to dust. Her hand continued on as the healing processed continued and a familiar set stared into hers. The smile was irresistible in the moment.

Castiel arose in haste as he removed himself to take a better observation of his healer. His eyes shot to Dean's and then Crowley's.

"Cass?" Dean's voice was careful as he could see his friend's mind dart in confusion.

Those blues watched her in fear, "Dean...what have you done?"

"What are you talking about?" His curiosity could not understand the confusion as a smack to the back of the head rocked his vision. His glared locked into Crowley's as he grips Dean arm and sees the absent space.

"You blubbing idiot!"

"Would someone explain what the hell is going on?!" Dean's glare darted between the others in the room. Crowley was disapproving. Selene was melancholy and Castiel was pure fear.

"It's me." Her voice was soft as she was watchful, "They are afraid of me."

"Why? I know that you are a crazy chick. But..." He received another smack in the back of the head by Crowley. "Would you stop that?!"

"No, you bloody idiot! Because of your brother's persistence, my mother achieved the ability to remove that mark. Leading to the world to be shrouded in darkness..."

"What has anything have to do with that?"

Selene made contact to Crowley's gaze as he became silent. Her words were soft and wise, "I revived because of that darkness."

"What?"

Her eyes locked onto the fear illuminated from Castiel's blues, "He asked me to speak with you."

Castiel remained still, listening intently.

"If things should be not be reversed, then we must prepare ourselves."

"Prepare ourselves for what?" Dean's interruption demanded to be a part of the loop that was circling around him.

Before an answer could be given, rogue demons arose from the floor board. They were in no human form, but in shadows. Their voices were dark as they surrounded them.

"Aren't these yours, Crowley?"

"Pfft...I wish."

The whispering heaviest released words, "Conceal your strength and be released to our desires." The shadows lunged for Selene as Dean began releasing bullets, one after the other. But, there was no effect, not even with the salt filled bullets he reloaded. The ground rippled, the wind cyclones, and the shadows loomed as Castiel's call was muffled. Dean and Crowley's body soared out of the house as it began to crumble to pieces, leaving Selene and the shadows. Castiel's laid on the opposite end of the house, watching the events occurring.

Selene's body was illuminating light as her eyes glowed silver. The shadows pursued to only evaporated from her sight. They combined against her to consume her light.

"Selene!" Dean rushed to help her to only be blasted back into Crowley as an energy of light blasted the shadows back into the darkness as the realm around them illuminated in defense. Her body stood still before the light diminished. Castiel rushed to catch her failing body as she rested still in his arms.

The two of them greeted Castiel as he gazed to Selene's lifeless body.

"The hell was that?" Dean's observation of the moment was at a lost for words.

Crowley and Castiel glared at one another until an understanding was reached before Crowley vanished.

"Dean, we have to get her to safety."

Dean searched around for answers that were not given, but he followed Castiel in obedience as they drove back to the bunker where Dean hoped for answer.

In the rearview mirror, he caught sight of Selene as he was concerned of her true identity. If she had this much power, what was she capable of? Could she be the result of the removal of the mark? And what should happen to her if the mark returns?