Summary: Following Lucifer's ascent from Hell, the Winchesters and Castiel come across a young blind woman who happens to be the most powerful of the human prophets. Lucifer hatches another plan, while Dean falls in love. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Layla Peace.

A/N: Thanks for the support with the last chapter. Hope you enjoy this one!

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Love is Blind, But The Devil is Forever

Chapter Two

When Castiel arrived, he narrowed his eyes at Dean who wasn't sure as to why the angel was directing his 'anger' at him.

"You're asking me about Layla Peace." He said, Sam jumping and turning around to come face to face with the angels, "She needs your protection. She's more vulnerable to the demons."

"What, 'cause she's blind?" Dean asked, "Come on, Cas. We can't take her with us!"

"You can and you will." Castiel ordered, "She is the most powerful Prophet walking the planet. She sees both sides of this war, and Lucifer will do what he can to use her to his advantage. You cannot abandon her, Dean."

Dean looked to Sam who was giving him the puppy eyes, shaking his head and looking away. He was having conflicting thoughts about her. He didn't to leave her, but she'd just be left as demon fodder and he couldn't...His responsibilities were to save people, and he knew that he'd have to save Layla. She did need them and he couldn't let her get hurt.

"Would you have her thrown straight to Lucifer who will take advantage of her impairment and he will use her to foresee every move we make." Castiel said, Dean looking to his phone as it began to ring.

"It's her..." He said as he checked the caller ID, "Layla?"

"D-Dean...?" She sounded pained, "They came back, I...I'm hurt..."

"Where are you hurt, darlin'?" He asked, grabbing his jacket and throwing Sam his before getting his keys.

"M-my back...My head...M-my eyes hurt..." She murmured, "I'm frightened...I can't find my cane..."

"Alright, try and get yourself to the couch or something, we're coming to you." Dean replied, "Did you have a vision?"

"Yeah..." Layla replied, "I prayed...and nothing happened...They hurt me."

"I know, Layla, we're coming to get you." Dean promised, "We're on our way."

"Don't bring the angel." Layla told them, "Don't bring him. They were here for him."

"Alright, thanks for the heads up." Dean said softly, "We're coming, sweetie, just hang in there."

"Layla?" Sam said softly as he opened the door to the young woman's apartment, hearing soft sobbing coming from the front of the couch they stood behind.

"That you, Layla?" Dean asked, both he and Sam jumping as her hand hit the back of the couch and Layla pulled herself up, her face bloodied and tear soaked which worried the boys as they moved around to see her, "It's okay."

"D-Dean?" She asked, "Sam?"

"Yeah, we're here." Sam replied, "We're right here, everything's gonna be okay."

"God, look at you." Dean breathed, "Come on...It's okay..."

They took her hands and sat her down, checking her over and seeing that there was a small cut on her eyebrow but it was bleeding a lot. They looked at her wounds and decided that the one on her eyebrow needed a couple of stitches, and that there was no way that they were leaving her behind.

"We need you to pack your bags." Sam said softly, "We're taking you with us, alright?"

Layla nodded quietly as she was helped to her feet, keeping a hold of Dean's arm and shaking as she stood by his side.

"Will you take me to my room...?" She asked, Dean smirking a little at the remark, "Don't smirk. I can't find it..."

Dean had no idea how she knew he was smirking but he began to walk her towards the small hallway.

"I...My room has braille on it. I just need to get to the doors...there are three..." She explained, "I just need to feel..."

"Alright." Dean said softly, turning back to Sam, "Sam, just keep an eye on the place for a while, huh?"

Shaking and hiccuping, Layla felt at the braille on each door and entered her room, pulling Dean with her as she moved through her room, something which she prayed hadn't been meddled with.

"They rearranged my apartment...but not here..." She breathed, "One, two, three..."

She stopped in front of her closet, opening it and grabbing her clothes, fumbling around for her sneakers and panicking when she couldn't find them.

"Th-they've moved everything!" She cried, Dean approaching her and sitting her on her bed.

"Alright, I'll pack your bag, okay? Just try to keep calm, it's all gonna be fine." He told her.

"Where's the angel?" She asked, "Castiel? Where is he?"

"At the motel where we're staying." Dean replied, "He wants to protect you, like we do."

"I'll just be a liability..." She muttered, the sadness in her voice making Dean feel guilty instantly for thinking that himself.

"You won't be." He told her, reaching over and touching her shoulder gently, "We'll take care of you."

"Thank you." She replied, wiping a tear away as it fell down her face, "You're beautiful."

Dean stopped and turned to her, watching as she wiped her eyes some more and sighed.

"May...may I touch your face...? Just so I know that what I've seen is real..."

Dean walked over to her and sat before her on the bed after zipping up her bag, bracing himself for her touch as she raised her hand. He'd packed her clothes, and he'd found a bag of spare toiletries as well as her...well...her 'lady's things'. Also, he packed photos of her family, and even though she couldn't see them, it would be a comfort to her to know that they were still with her.

"Close your eyes." She whispered, Dean doing so and feeling a soft chill run down his spine as her hands touched his face, "You have smooth skin...a little stubble..."

She moved her hand to his lips, feeling the shape of them and not realising what she was doing to him as she touched him. She moved up and felt his nose and then stroked over his eyelids, moving her hands around to his ears and his hair.

"Soft lips and...wow...you have gorgeous hair."

"Thanks." Dean replied, taking in the beautiful smile on her face.

"What do I look like?"

"Your eyes are blue, you have dark hair...It goes to your shoulders and it's curly..." He said, flicking his fingers through it, "You have a small nose, full lips and soft, pale skin."

She'd closed her eyes and she sighed quietly.

"You're gorgeous." He told her, watching her smile softly before she held her hand in front of her.

Dean took her hand and grabbed her bag, the two heading out and meeting Sam. Layla held onto Dean's arm and reached out to touch Sam, smiling when she realised he was incredibly tall. She stood at about five feet and eight inches, and Sam seemed much taller than that.

"I'll give him the touch test later." She winked, Dean chuckling and nudging Sam before leading her out of the door of the apartment.

"You'll find out, bro." He said, Sam sighing and closing the door while Layla almost bumped into it before locking it.

"Do you mind taking me to the hospital tomorrow...I can get them to send my records to other hospitals so they know if I ever need another cane..."

She took out her purse and found that she had enough money to pay the bill for the cane and Sam touched her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"I need another one. I can't rely on you guys as my guides..." She chuckled, the two leading her down to the Impala before returning to the motel for some well earned sleep.

As she entered the room, she felt a burst of energy and she gasped, staggering back against Dean as she moved to the angel in the room, Castiel taking her hand and touching her face gently as she just hugged him and started to cry.

-TBC-

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