AN: Hello everyone! This is my first Supernatural fic, but there is something about it that may be a bit different than others. My OC Satine, has three main different relationships in this story that change throughout time so the paring isn't correct 100%. Some last and others don't. Also POV changes throughout the story as well, hope you enjoy!

This was it I thought. How could I go on anymore? This horrid monster that was now inside me, controlling my every move, had pushed me to the end. How could my body keep up with this creature's intensity? Bloody and beaten was all that I had become. Even though I was still in a full sprint down the dark, misty, country road that seemed to lead on to nothing more but eternal darkness, there was no way I could keep going.

Everything that the creature had done in my body, I'd seen. All the people I had torn to little pieces, their faces, I'd seen all of them and remembered them well. I'd felt my own hands around their necks and the snap of their bones. Their screams were etched into my memory and it made me cringe, even though I was nothing more than a voice tucked away into the back of my mind, like a winter coat in the middle of the New York City August heat in the back of the closet. There was nothing I could do to help them. Not now. Not with Nora calling the shots.

Her last victim had been a little girl who'd gotten in the way. She was trying to protect her mother from a monster that no man could have stood up to. Her high pitched scream echoed in the field that her mother had been dragged to. With a long night of trouble making ahead of us, we were in a hurry to get this over with. Mom's name had been Elanna and she owed Nora's boss a debt, a debt that could only be paid in blood. We'd found her in the parking lot of a grocery store at the edge of town with her young daughter.

Hidden in the back seat of their minivan, we had the perfect advantage over the two. Once they were both in the van, Nora hacked into the engine of the van with an unknown force and bolted us into drive, rapidly picking up speed down the road lite with only a few street lamps. Both Elizabeth and the girl screamed in horror while Elanna pushed on the brakes and even took the keys out of the ignition, but it was no use. Nora had them both at her mercy.

"Please don't do this!" Elanna cried from the driver's seat, knowing that she no longer had power over the van. Nora only smiled and gave a dark chuckle as she looked over the screaming girl's face in front of her. "Shh." Elanna sobbed to the girl with only hope of calming her down. "Shh. Amy, honey, everything is going to be alright." That's when Nora picked up speed again until she slammed the vehicle to a gut retching halt in the middle of the road.

With nowhere to run, woods on one side of us and a foggy fenced in field on the other, Elanna looked back at us with pleading, tear drowned eyes. "Please, let me take my daughter home first. Please." she begged.

Nora smiled and shook my head then set the van moving again, only this time we turned and drove into a slight ditch at the side of the road and through a little gap in the trees. Both Amy and Elanna screamed with every bump we hit in the sloshy grass that was been damped with the evening dew and this morning's rain.

Once we were in a big enough space, Nora stopped the car and unlocked the doors. Elanna jumped out and grabbed Amy. We were out of the van a few moments later and ready to play. Elanna pushed her girl behind her as we rolled out a game that Nora had made me quite familiar with. We would circle around our victim before making any real moves, playing with their minds just for the fun of it.

"Just five minutes. Please, let me just call her father."

"Ten years." my voice said.

"Mommy!" Amy cried.

"Shh... Please, one phone call." Nora shook my head again and sent the women a toothy grin before taking a sharp step closer. She only shook a little and gave us one hard blink. She didn't cower or quake. This isn't the way Nora liked to play. She liked to see their fear, watch it consume them, but Elanna was stronger than that. With a few more quick tricks and no rewards for Nora, she was done with the game, and to end it she put my fingers to my mouth and whistled. A few moments later, the sound of bounding creatures in the mud approached us. Their growls were starved and angry as I could hear them circling Amy and Elanna, only I couldn't see them. It was clear to my ears that something big and hungry was right in front of me, but my eyes saw nothing. I'd seen this too many times before to know my eyes were right. These were Hell Hounds. They took down those who owed the boss a debt. All we had to do was call them.

With the snap of my fingers, they attacked. Elanna was on the ground seconds later, screaming and fighting the invisible hounds that were now ripping her to shreds. I would have looked away if I could, but that wasn't possible. I had to stand there, feel the smile on my lips as Nora watched the poor women be gored to death by the hounds. Nail marks covered her body, cutting through her clothes and skin, but she fought on until that final bite was taken at her throat, ending her battle.

Nora looked on at the hounds that only she could see and we said "Good job. Time for the next one." As we turned around our eyes widen at the sight before us. Not more than ten feet was the van that we had abandoned with little frightened Amy sitting behind the wheel. She was distraught by her mother's death and full of rage aimed at us. "Child, I'll get you too." we warned, but Amy wasn't listening anything we had to say. She turned the van on and the headlights momentary blinded us, giving her enough time to press hard on the gas and drive right at us.

Nora wasn't fast enough, not by a long shot. Moments later we were pressed under the muddy tires of the van and soon in its wake. Amy, not old enough to understand a van, plowed right into a tree just before Nora had us back up from the mud. Everything hurt and blood poured from my head, face and arms right through my thick black sweater. I had to have had at least ten broken bones, but that was nothing for Nora. She had us up and walking right towards the van where Amy was climbing out of the driver's window, blood leaking from a cut on her brow.

"You little bitch." we spit from between my clenched teeth as we stormed right at the girl. My hands constricted around her throat as we lifted her from the ground. Her feet kicked in every direction and a single scream escaped from her mouth before we put one hand on top of her head and left the other around her neck. I pulled as hard as I could to make Nora stop, but there was nothing I could do to protect the little girl as Nora, in one quick motion, snapped the girl's neck so that her head was facing backwards.

That was that. Nora threw the limp girl like a rag doll to the ground and we headed back for the main road. I could feel every bone crack in my back and legs with every step but it was like Nora was completely numb to all of it as we walked like a normal, healthy human, like we had never been run over by a minivan.

A set of flashing blue and red lights in the direction of the road made us stop in our tracks. The cops must have seen the fresh car tracks leading off the road. Nora would have just continued and killed the cop, but we could hear him calling for backup on his radio as another white car pulled up with more flashing lights. We had to get out of here before anyone saw us covered in blood. Surely they'd have questions for us, especially when they found the bodies not more than thirty feet behind us.

That's when we took off in the woods, avoiding the lights of any cars until we were sure there was no one who could see us. We then went for the road and continued on running, looking for somewhere to hide for the night then get cleaned up for another day of torment.

We'd gotten a good two miles down the road before something had crashed right into us, knocking us off the road and back into the grass under the trees. Out of breath, Nora slowly sat up and looked around for what had caused our disruption. No cars were flying up or down the road, no animals were speeding away into the woods. We were alone as far as I could tell, until we stood up and turned around to find our new opponent. It was nothing more than a shadow of a man to me. It was too dark with the moon hidden behind the clouds, but that didn't stop Nora. I could feel that she knew who it was right away, and not only did she know who it was, but I could feel her fearing him. She plastered another evil smile onto my lips but I could feel it in her core that this man was a danger to her. The first danger we'd come across, for I'd never felt her fear before.

"Ahh, you've found me. You must be getting rusty seeing as it took you this long." we said.

"Maybe you're getting sloppy." a gruff voice responded.

"Oh, did you see my resent handy work? Didn't you like it? I know the boss will be pleased with it."

"Well, it'll be the last of your work he'll see." he said getting closer. Nora backed us up with every step he took.

"Shame, I was just starting to have fun. Say why don't you give me a few more days in this meat-suit. I really like the fight this one has to her." I knew she was referring to me.

"I think it's time for you to go." Who was this man and why was Nora afraid of him? Should I be afraid of him too?

"Aww. So soon? The party is just starting." I could feel Nora shivering in me now that the man was getting closer. Once we were backed up against a tree, he started to mutter words that I'd only heard Nora say. I didn't know these words or what language they were from my best guess it was Latin. Nora was just about to make a strong move, I could feel her balling up inside like she was about to jump out or something, when the man finished speaking in his odd tongue. We stood up straight and my mouth burst open as every trace of Nora that was inside of me filtered out of my throat and mouth into a gray smoke that went into the sky.

When she was all but gone, every ounce of strength that I'd had diminished. That was the only thing Nora had brought to our table. I sank down to the mushy ground where my body just collapsed. I was back at the helm of a wrecked ship that was destined to sink. Tears of pain built up at the corners of my eyes and they spilled down my cold cheeks, grabbing bits of dried blood as they fell. A cough built up in my chest then slowly made its way to my mouth where it escaped. It harbored blood with it that filled my mouth and leaked from my lips. I had to have been dying. People didn't normally survive being run over by a van in the middle of nowhere on a late October night in northern New York. This is where it would end. Right here, all alone.

I heard the snap of a twig and then remembered that I wasn't alone. The man who pulled Nora from my body was still here. I could hear the rustling of his clothes as he moved closer to me. I would have fought to get away but there was nothing left in me. I couldn't even move, I was too broken. I could see the dark shadow of the man bend down beside me as the clouds above blew away slightly, giving me just enough moonlight to see him. Dark, short hair with a slight crop up in the front covered his head. Trim features, and tide pools for eyes that reflected the most serene blue in the moonlight lead me to believe I didn't have to fear him. His face was too gentle for me to fear.

If anything, with him so close, I would have just asked him to kill me. The pain was becoming too much and he had to be able to see that. I could tell he knew by the look on his face. His eyes were softly drifting over my body then they stopped at my eyes where they stayed.

In my mind I willed him to end it. I wanted him to take it all away.

He gave a slight sigh through his nose before bringing his right index and middle fingers close to my face and touching my forehead. That's when it happened. I could feel the movement in my body. Not like when Nora was taking over. No, this felt like mending. It felt like my bones were going back into place. It took a few moments before I could feel everything was better, but I still could feel a pain in my head, like when Nora was pulled out, she'd clawed into my mind, scratching to stay in. I could feel her marks left there. That's what was hurting most of all.

Now that I could move again, my back arched and my face cringed at the throbbing pain in my head. I grabbed my hair and pushed it against my skull hoping for some relief, but it wouldn't stop. It pounded in my ears and I let out a small whine. My eyes squeezed tight and I clenched my teeth.

The pain then faded away for a few seconds and I was able to open my eyes again. The man who was by my side looked me over with scared confusion. His mouth was hung slightly open with no words. He didn't understand what was happening to me, and neither did I.

The pain started up again a few moments later. My back arched forward again and I grabbed at my skull. I screamed as the pounding of blood between my ears turned to agonizing anguish. That's when the man slid one arm under my legs and the other under my back, lifting me up as he stood. I shook in his arms as a cold wind blew past my sweating face.

"I need help!" he yelled. I opened my eyes at the sound of more people running, but we were no longer next to the road. We weren't even outside anymore. We were in a small, lodge looking house with a beaten up couch and an older looking wooden table covered in empty beer bottles and a closed laptop. The room itself looked to be part of a lodge with its thick wooden walls. Through an open door way leading off to a bedroom and bathroom came two men who skidded to a stop when they looked at me.

"Who is she?" the taller one with brown hair that went down past his ears asked.

"She had a demon in her. Help me." The taller man nodded and I was transferred into his arms then placed on the couch where I laid. The throbbing came back for a few moments and I let out a muffled scream.

"Can't you just heal her?" the shorter man asked.

"I did." The two new men looked at the one who'd carried me with very confused faces. "I don't understand." He took a slight step backwards like he was ready to faint when the shorter of the two men pulled him into the living room with me and sat him down in a chair beside me.

The taller one crouched down beside me and looked me over. "Wh-who are you?" I whispered, when the throbbing went numb for a few moments.

"I'm Sam. That's my brother Dean," he said pointing to the shorter man who did look like he could have been his brother. "And that's Castiel. What's your name?"

"Satine." I said then paused, "What are you?" I asked.

"Wha-? We're human." They looked human but so did the other man who I could now see properly. He looked to be wearing a suit that was unbuttoned showing off a white dress shirt and blue tie all under an undone trench.

"What's he?" I asked looking at Castiel who was rubbing his tired looking face.

"He's an angel." Angels? I didn't even know they existed, but I also didn't know demons were real until one took me around for a joy ride.

My head started to go again a few moments later. Sam went into a bag that was hanging on a chair and pulled out a bottle of pills. "Here, take three." I nodded and down the three pills without a second thought. "They're heavy prescription and they'll put you to sleep, but they should help with the pain."

"Cas, just take it easy." Dean said sitting the angel down in a chair beside the couch before getting up and coming over. He stood in front of me for a moment before dumping a cup of water on my head.

"Hey!" I hissed, in pain, tired, dirty, and now all wet.

"Just a precaution. Holy water." He said before heading into the bed room and closing the door behind him. I could hear him on a phone though the door.

"Sorry about that." Sam said at a normal tone that set my head off again. I bit my tongue to hold down another scream. I could feel my face turn red from the straining.

"Sam!" Dean yelled through the door. Sam got right up and headed for his brother. The throbbing stopped again for only a very short period of time then started up again.

"UGH! What's happening to me?" I hissed through my clenched teeth.

"I don't know, but Sam and Dean can help. We'll find out what's wrong." Castiel said in a very quiet but serious voice.

"Is she coming back?"

"No, she won't come back."

"Won't or can't?!" I clenched my teeth again. If this is what she left me with, I could only imagine what she'd do if she got back in me. "Please, tell me she can't get back in." I begged, starting to feel the drugs kicking in, slowing my breathing.

"She won't." He said firmly. Knowing that he was the one who got her out of me in the first place made me trust him. But his word was the only thing I had right now to trust. He knew I was in distress and I could see that he wanted to help. Every time his eyes wandered far enough that they reached me, his face pained and he'd turn away, as if I was nothing more than a bloody wound. If he was right about the boys, maybe I could survive this.