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Authors Note: I'd like to welcome a co-author to the stage. Would Michelle please join me in the creativity department. Thank you.

Revision: Sorry guys I looked through this again and found so many mistakes I was just so agar to post it! I've changed a few things as well. Hope you like it and please tell me what you think?

Chapter 2

There was a knock at the door of a rather large house in downtown Dundee area of Omaha. The porch light turned on and the door opened to lavish wood floors and a a scent of pine.

"Mia? What are you doing here?" A slightly greying man in his late 40's in silk pajamas and leather slippers looked around frantically to see if any of his neighbors could see Mia on his porch, especially in what she was wearing.

"I missed you Tony. I need you." Mia leaned forward to push her breasts out. She had changed from the cream sweater and jeans to a low "V" cut black tank top and jean jacket. She replaced the jeans with a tight red mini skirt and silver four inch pumps. "It's been so long. I ache for you to be inside me." Mia placed one hand on his chest and the other she began to trace a line down to he growing length.

"Mia you can't be here! It's three o'clock in the morning!" Tony looked around quickly again.

"Come on... I can clearly see that you missed me too?" Mia took a step forward and pressed her body against his and felt the eagerness of her invitation being accepted. She leaned up and kissed him sensually on the lips. Tony melted at this point his erection jumping in his silk pants. He pulled away from Mia and looked into her eyes with crazy lust.

"Get inside before someone sees you!" Tony grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. He gave another look around then shut the door and turned out the porch light. He turned around with lustful anticipation, "Mia I don't know what has gotten into you but I like i-" before he could finish his sentence a candlestick that his wife had so lovingly picked out for their end table slammed across his face and he was knocked out cold on the floor.

"You know what, I like it too." Mia's eyes were black as night as she dropped the candlestick from her hand. "Now to take care of the wife so we don't have any interruptions...ugh..uh...ahhh...NO!" Mia's face suddenly became contorted with pain and anguish. She grabbed her head and screamed. "NO! I wont let you kill anyone else! Stop it!" But the fight was futile and her own hand came across her face in ferocious slap. Mia slowly stretched her jaw and smiled evilly. "Stupid bitch, shut up and know you place."

As Tony started to become conscious he realized two things. First, that his jaw was most defiantly broken and secondly that he was tied to a chair with his hands behind him. His vision was blurry and when he tried to make a sound with his broken jaw he couldn't form words. When his eyes finally became clear a scream left his throat as he saw his wife hanging by her feet from the ceiling with her throat slit and her breasts had been cut off. Suddenly Mia came into view her jacket gone and covered in blood.

"Shhhh. Tony." She said in a very soft voice. Mia took a pair of socks and shoved them into his mouth muffling the screams. "We don't want to wake the neighborhood no do we? What would they say?" She walked over to his wife's body. "I'm terribly sorry about Courtney but we have something so much more special ,so she just had to go. And I remember you said something about her breasts not being anything compared to mine so well," She shrugged, "they just had to go." Tony screamed again as tears started to stream down his face. He struggled against his restraints. Mia brought a knife to his throat. "Tony what did I say about screaming?" Tony tried to back away from the knife as much as he could and quickly shut up. "That's better." She said as she gently dragged the knife across his cheek. Mia stood back again and walked around the body swinging from the ceiling. "Now, where dear Doctor would Mia have put her journal? It's the one piece of information I can't get out of this pathetic stupid brain. So I came here to see if she left it with you her dear doctor and Ex lover." Mia walked over to where Tony sat and grabbed his crotch with a tight grip making his squeal again.

Suddenly the front door burst open and the Winchesters came in with guns up. Mia spun around a look of wrath on her face. Dean didn't waste any time and shot off a salt round that hit Mia square in the collarbone knocking her down. Sam and Dean took a quick status of the situation. Sam running quickly over to Tony.

"It's ok, it's ok we're here to help. Dean you got your eye on Mia?" Sam was cutting the duct tape off of Tony's hands.

"Yeah I got her." Dean kept his sawed off pointed at Mia's chest. Her body began to rise slowly her hair in her face.

"Cassandra," The sound barely left her lips.

"What?" Dean said.

"Her name is Cassandra." Mia's face looked up at Dean with a pained expression pleading for him to understand. Sam finally finished untying Tony and took out the gag.

"Ma' 'ife! 'he 'illed ma 'ife!" Tony ran to where Courtney swung and cried holding her dead hands kissing them.

"Dean, you have to knock me out cold." Mia cried. Dean looked over to Sam confused not moving the gun from Mia's chest. Sam looked over to where Mia sat crouched on the floor. "The Darkness is weak. Knock me out, tie me up, and take me where I can't hurt anyone." Neither of the boys moved for a moment. "DEAN! KNOCK ME OUT!" Mia screamed and Dean used the butt of his gun and slammed it again her forehead.

"How dose she know who we are Sam?" Dean was driving as fast as he could down I-80 W from Omaha back to the bunker trying to make the three and a half hour drive as short as he could.

"I don't know Dean? I mean she put the cipher in the book, she must have known something? I mean I've never seen anything like this before, except Bobby." Sam kept looking at the back of the car though Mia was not there, she had been tied up and placed in the trunk under the devil's trap.

"And what's with all this medieval freakin' torture? What the hell is this thing? Sammy when she spoke that wasn't a girl possessed, that was just a girl. I mean are we dealing with Multiple Personality Disorder? Like schizo Lizzie Borden?" Dean continued to gun it while speaking emphatically towards Sam.

"It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder now and we're not going to get any answers Dean until we get back to the bunker and Mia or Cassandra or whoever she is wakes up." Sam looked back again still trying to figure out just he had witnessed at the house.

"MPD, DID, VIP! I don't care I just want to get that son of a bitch chained up and get some answers." Dean looked down at his speedometer and back up at the open road and decided that he could go faster and the Impala purred with delight as she finally got her wish to run free.

The clanking sound of chains broke the silence of the torture room behind the cabinets. Mia's head slowly looked up at the brother's who had their various tests laid out on a table. Holy water, silver, even borax was among the many weapons they had also, just incase they had to waste her. She looked down at her wrists and pulled at the chains her eyes following where they were secured to the floor which was covered by a huge devils trap. She had a fresh cut on her forehead from where Dean had hit her, but why she was bleeding from her mouth the brother's couldn't explain. A low chortle started to rumble out of her throat.

"And what could possibly be so funny?" Dean said in his unmistakably gruff voice.

"You two think that it will be so easy to torture me do you? Go ahead and try?" She spat blood on the ground and leaned her back in defiance. Dean was leaning back against the wall and gave Sam a look and nodded. Sam grabbed the holy water first, walked over and splashed some on her. Nothing happened. "Thanks Sammy I needed to get some of this blood off me, getting a little sticky." Mia licked her lips.

"What is your name?" Sam stalked over and set the holy water down picking up the silver knife.

"The stupid twit told you already, don't you remember?" This upset her and she struggled against her restraints.

"Cassandra...right. So where is Mia?" Sam asked getting closer with the knife. Dean was still watching from the wall not making a sound just watching the conversation. She leaned back into the chair again before answering.

"That stupid bitch is dead!" Cassandra shouted. Sam backhanded her across the face then held down her left arm and sliced it with the knife. No burning, but she started to grunt with pain and anguish. Sam jumped back as Cassandra's head trashed back and forth then stopped again. Her breathing was shallow, "Sam..." She rasped out and looked up her eyes were closed with exhaustion more blood flowed from her mouth. "Dean...I'm sorry I couldn't stop her...please," She coughed and sputtered again then let out a terrible shrill scream, "SHUT UP YOU WHORE!" And with that Cassandra grabbed her own hand and broke her right index finger.

"What the crap?" Both brothers looked at each other in disbelief as they clearly saw whatever it was that had possessed Mia was torturing herself. Maniacal laughter filled the air.

"You should see your faces." She began to laugh again but it quickly turn to rage as she sputtered and grunted again. Her breathing was erratic and fast. "The words Sam. You have to change the words." She said quickly coughing up more blood this time. Sam looked at her confused. "Exorcism, change words to daaaarrrrrkkknnnessss!" And Mia lost control again. Cassandra broke free once more again reaching for her right hand to break another finger this time Dean lunged forward and grabbed her arm.

"That's enough you crazy bitch!" He shouted. Dean pulled back on her hair so he was looking straight into Cassandra's eyes as she licked her bloodied toothy smile. "Sammy did you understand what she is talking about?" He asked his little brother without breaking his gaze.

"I...uh..think I can figure it out."

"Good why don't you go in the other room and figure it out for a bit." Dean cut him off before he could say anything else.

"Dean I don't think I should leave you alone-"

"GO SAM!" Sam left the room without saying another word.

"I'm so glad we finally are getting some alone time together Dean I've heard so many things about how fantastic you are in the sack." Cassandra rolled her hips and gave Dean a lustful look. He had no time for playing games he slapped her across the face again. Cassandra gasped at sudden sting.

"So we don't have anything here that can waste you, but I'm not ready for that." Dean held up the amulet. The amulet he had worn for so many years. The amulet he had given to Castiel to assist him on his mission to find God. The amulet he had thrown away years ago. "How the hell did you get this?"

"Dean-o why so mad? You should be happy you got it back to you after all these years." She laughed again choking on the blood still coming up.

"How did you get it!" He yelled at her again.

"Don't you miss it Dean? The rage and the killing?" She changed the subject on him rather suddenly and he was taken aback by it. "Hit me Dean. Hit me hard so bleed, I know you want to. You know you want to. You know you miss the violence." Dean's eyes bored into Cassandra's as she blinked and they turned black as night. "Hit me Dean." He didn't move. "Hit me." Still nothing. "HIT ME!" Dean rose his fist to throw a punch.

"Don't!" Sam came running in. "I figured it out. Mia meant change the words in the exorcism chant from demon and Satan to darkness and shadow or anything to do with the absence of light. So I went through and changed the Latin." Sam opened a journal and and stood in front of Casandra confidently. Dean stood up too putting the amulet into is pocket. The confidence on Mia's features that were being controlled Cassandra suddenly vanished and she looked scared.

"Good let's waste this bitch."

Sam took a deep breath and began the exorcism,

Regna terrae, cantate Deo,

psallite Domino

qui fertis super caelum

caeli ad Orientem

Ecce dabit voci Suae

vocem virtutis,

tribuite virtutem Deo.

"You'll never defeat us we are the Alpha and Omega not your God!" Cassandra struggled and shouted but her screams soon turn to painful shrills as Sam continued with the chant.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus umbra

omnis coracinus potestas, omnis incursio

infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo tenebris maledicte

et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.

cessa decipere humanas creaturas,

eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

Mia started to vomit blood now, the red liquid running down her chin and onto her chest.She kept looking at the brother's her eyes turning from black to normal and she trashed back and forth.

Vade, nocte, inventor et magister

omnis malum, hostis humanae salutis.

Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,

contremisce et effuge, invocato a

nobis sancto et terribili nomine,

quem inferi tremunt.

"It didn't work..." Mia's raspy voice could barely be heard over Sam's reading. He paused for a moment. "He couldn't find him because it didn't have it's equal." She squeaked the sentence out. The brother's looked at each other with a confused look. "You need the other...Uuggghhh...you need the other half." Then she screamed shrilly and was no longer Mia again and Sam took that as his cue to continue reading.

Ab insidiis caliginis, libera nos, Domine.

Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias

libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,

te rogamus, audi nos.

Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae

te rogamus, audi nos.

Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.

Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem

et fortitudinem plebi Suae.

Benedictus Deus. Gloria Patri.

With the last words a black cloud of smoke blasted out of Mia's mouth and straight out into the air. When the smoke finally was gone Mia's head hung limply blood dripping from her lips. The boy's moved quickly. Sam threw the journal aside and unlocked the chains. Dean scooped Mia up in his arms and carried her out into the main room. Castiel was standing in the room where he had been waiting while the brothers were trying to rid the Darkness of Mia. They knew she was badly injured time would be of the essence so Dean had him here on standby, thank God he did. He laid her on the map table.

"Cas quick!" Dean got out of Castiel's way so he could heal Mia. The angel looked down at Mia's body in shock.

"This woman is barely alive Dean this is going to take a lot of power. You both will need to shut your eyes." Both brothers shut their eyes but they could still see the brightness from under their lids. It took only second but for Dean it felt like a century and he had no idea why. Why should he care if this girl were to live or die. "There it is done. You may open your eyes now." They looked down at the girl who's bruises and cuts were now gone, but the blood still covered her body. "She will need to rest. Most likely she will sleep for a very long time."

"How long?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Based on her injuries I would estimate a day. What happened to her?" Cas asked looking to Sam.

"She was possessed by the Darkness. Cas what exactly were her injuries? The only things Dean and I did were a salt bullet to the collarbone, a gun butt to the head, and silver knife to the arm." Sam asked dipping the ready soaked towel in the bowl of water to start cleaning the blood from Mia's body.

"She had massive internal bleeding almost as if she were being clawed at from the inside out. What about her finger?" Cas pointed out.

"She did it to herself, well the darkness did it to torture herself." Dean said grabbing a cloth as well an gently rubbing it against her skin at her neck. "Son of a bitch, I have no idea what I just freakin' saw."

"Me either Dean. That's why I told you we needed to heal her as soon as it was gone. We have no clue what we are up against and if she fought back maybe we can find out from her...something?" Same was wiping the blood away from where the cut he had made once was.

"Well if you don't mind Dean I do have to return to Heaven. The Angels are frantic with the Darkness out and everyone is on high alert with Metatron still out there with the angel tablet." Castiel looked to Dean for a goodbye but Dean's eyes never left his task at hand.

"Oh no you don't feather boy!" Dean pulled out the amulet and laid in on the table next to Mia's leg now finally giving his friend a cold look. "Explain to me how this could get into the hands of this girl, let another one that has been possessed by the Darkness?"

"Dean I don't have time for-"

"Make time!"

"I don't know. After I gave it back to you I have not seen it since." Castiel was very straight forward as he looked Dean in the eye. The answer must have pleased him because Dean looked away again and started to wipe away the blood from Mia's face. "Now I really must-"

"Just go Cas!" Dean said harshly.

"Thank you Cas we really needed you tonight." Sam spoke for both of them as he gave Castiel a soft smile to apologize for his big brothers behavior. Though it didn't seem to matter because Sam blinked and he was gone. "You didn't have to be pissed at him. He did just use his angel powers to help us."

"I know Sammy." Dean scoffed as he rinsed his now pink rag. He was angry at himself not Castiel or Sam. He was angry because he really did want to hit Cassandra when she taunted him. He wanted to hit her and hit her and hit her again until her face was caved in, and that thought both thrilled and terrified him. /Shouldn't those thoughts be gone with the mark?/ He thought to himself. He was silent for a long time until Sam broke it.

"No wonder she is going to have to sleep. She lost so much blood." Dean looked up at his comment and realized they were done cleaning her as best they could with out undressing her completely. Sam took the now bowls of bright red water in his hands. "I'm going to go wash these out. Why don't you put her somewhere more comfortable?"

"I'll put her in my room." Dean lifted Mia's body and carried her to his bedroom where his laid her on his bed. Her head neck was stretched far back because her back had rested on her hair. He decided that didn't look comfortable so he gently put his hand behind her neck and head and adjusted her so she was laying in a much better position. This also brought his face very close to hers. Dean thought back to the picture he had grabbed but now he had the real thing and in his hands. Rage was still rushing through him. Moments ago he was ready to pound this woman's face in, but now as he see's her in this calm and serene sleep he studied her features and saw how truly beautiful she was. She had subtle beauty that made super models look ugly after photoshop. Her nose was small and round on the tip while her lips were plump and a soft red.

Dean hesitated and stared at her lips for a moment, sudden lust gripping his loins. He shook the thought away and sat up to grab a blanket to cover her up with. That's when he looked at her body. The tank top was soaked through and he really didn't want to get blood on his bed. he decided it had to go. He didn't want to disturb so he grabbed his knife and sliced the straps and down the middle, making it easy to slide out from under her. Dean then looked at her breasts. They were tied down by a black bra but he could only guess by his experience they were double d's.

"Dean what are you doing?" Sam asked.

Dean quickly covered Mia up with blanket and stood to face Sam. "Nothing." He lied as he tried to adjust his pants to not reveal his growing erection.

"Cas said she needed rest. We can take shifts checking on her every couple of hours. I'm gonna go to her apartment and get some of her clothes." Sam smiled embarrassingly at his brother knowing very well what he had been doing.

"Whoa whoa whoa Sammy you can't just go run errands for her like that. You don't even know if she's on our side?" Dean was suddenly brought to reality with his brothers comment.

"What to you mean Dean she practically told us how to stop the darkness in her and save her! What more proof do you want?" Sam gestured toward to bed frustrated that his older brother would even think that this girl would be against them.

"I just think that maybe you should wait until she wakes up. OK? Besides she is a missing person and with what just happened tonight she might be a wanted person, so her place could be crawlin' with the fuzz. No need to be Superman yet Sammy. Besides, she's gonna like me better." Dean joked as he gave his brother pat on the back and started to walk out of his room.

"Oh? And what makes you think that?"

"Because I'm the oldest and I'm always right." Dean laughed and walked into main room. His good humor didn't last long as he saw the amulet laying on the table again. He sighed walked into the kitchen going straight for the cabinet with the whiskey in it. He pulled down a glass and poured himself a good strong drink and took it down in a quick gulp. He was about to pour himself another when he saw his reflection in liquid. He capped the bottle and put the whiskey on the highest shelf in the kitchen so it wasn't eye level or reachable. Then he walked out the room leaving his used glass on the counter.

"No please stop Cassandra. I don't want to hurt anyone." Soft whimpers were leaving Mia's lips as she slept. She no longer lying peacefully on her back was was curled in a fetal position and shivered with fear. Dean sat on the bed next to her and tried to keep the blanket on her but she kept flailing in her sleep. "You can't do this! Why are you doing this?" He words were louder this time. Tears had already made her face wet but came in streams as she sobbed. Suddenly she sat up and screamed clutching at her own stomach but her eyes were still closed. "NO! How could you be so cruel! No, no, no, no, no!" She hugged at herself rocking and sobbing. "You took them, you ripped them out...now I can never have children." Dean looked at her in complete shock he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had Cassandra truly been able to rip out Mia's ovaries without using any kind of weapon or object? What had this girl endured? God dammit if she wasn't a fighter. Mia brought her knees to her chest and slowly laid back down and cried herself back to a sleep that was less hellish, or so Dean hoped. He covered her up once more then ran a his hand down his face.

"I wish I could take your pain away beautiful." He said then he stood and left his room.

Mia opened her eyes slowly at first then as she started to wake she sat straight up and breathed sharply with fear. She looked around the room no recognizing anything and that made her start to hyperventilate. She consciously felt around in her mind to see if the evil was still there, but there was silence. Mia's hand went up to the sides of her head and she started to laugh.

"She's gone." She chuckled sounding rather insane. "I can't believe it's over? She's gone!" Tears started to fall from her eyes and she wiped them away from her cheeks with the back of her hands. Her hands. Mia looked at her hands confused. There should have been bruises there from the chains and her finger had been broken. She felt where Dean had shot her but there was no wound. She then realized that she was only in her bra and skirt and still stained in blood. "I need a shower." She threw the blanket off and tiptoed from the room. Her shoes had been removed who knows where they were now but she was grateful. Walking down the hallway she came upon a big room and a table that looked like a map was in the middle of it. Mia saw her the amulet Jared had given her laying on it. She looked around cautiously before proceeding and noticed there was a library to the right and in the library a man was sleeping at a table his head resting on his arms. Mia gabbed the amulet and made her way through the halls until she came upon a shower room. "Finally." She sighed in relief.

After cleaning herself up she wrapped herself in a towel and returned to the room she had first woke up in. Knowing that she couldn't put her blood soaked clothes back on she assumed the room was lived in therefore there must be clothes she could wear. Mia opened the first drawer and on top of some unfolded boxers was a pistol. The gun didn't scare her because she remembered who she was with. What scared her was the fact that she shouldn't know who she was with.

Mia stepped back until the back of her legs hit the bed and forced her to sits down her towel loosely falling off. In all of her research she had read and demonic possession the person being possessed had a better chance of surviving or fighting back for control if they let the Demon or "entity" into their mind and mold it with theirs. What she expected was for the knowledge and memories of the Cassandra to mold into hers but not stay there.

Mia started to get flashbacks of the gruesome murders she had just committed. Jared, her parents, and Courtney. She had to quickly find a waste basket as she vomited. Unfortunately nothing was in her stomach so it was only bile that came up. The towel was completely gone and her wet hair was hanging loosely around her face. "I can't do this." She said and stood up. She went back to the drawer with the gun and grabbed a pair of boxers to ware. They were loose on here and she had to tie one side to keep them up. She then rummaged through another drawer of unfolded clothes and found a button up plaid shirt.

Mia walked out of the room in the boxers and the shirt. She had to roll up the sleeves and tie the shirt at the bottom. She walked past Sam sleeping in the library again this time not worrying wether or not she would wake him, besides she was in bare feet. She found the kitchen at the next turn. "Perfect." Mia began opening cupboards and shutting them again making a rather loud racket. She did this about four times until she found what she looking for. The whiskey was just out of her reach though. She looked around and grabbed a nearby chair. Standing on it she grabbed the whiskey,

"That's one of my favorite shirts you know." A gruff voice uttered from the hall.

Mia nearly fell off the chair she was so surprised but she caught her balance and looked at the doorway to see Dean leaning against the frame.

"Sorry." She climbed down from the chair then grabbed the glass that was already sitting on the counter. "My clothes were still soaked with blood and I don't know where my tank top went." Dean gave her a smirk and a slight nod in a approval of her outfit.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked walking toward the table. Mia set the glass and whiskey down on the table then sat down in the chair she had just used to get it.

"I'm going to get blind drunk to forget everything that just happened to me in the past four days." She pulled the top off of the whiskey bottle and there was and audible 'pop'. Dean couldn't help but smirk at her knowing he had done the same thing so many times in his life. But he knew that is wasn't the right thing to do especially not for her. There was a silence between them. "Care to join me then?" Mia asked gesturing to the chair across the table. Dean thought for a moment. He could at least keep his eye on her, and keep his eye on her. He went to the cupboard and grabbed another glass.

"Should never let a pretty girl drink alone." He moved to the other side of the table and pushed his glass to her so she could pour his drink. Mia started to tip the bottle but her hands were so shaky she hardly got any in the glass.

"Son of a bitch." She muttered and set the bottle down. Mia got up and found a towel to wipe up the mess. Dean swiftly took the glasses and whiskey and moved them out of her way to wipe the table. "I'm sorry, I just..." She slumped into the chair and put her palm to her forehead. "Could you pour?" She asked without looking up.

"Of course." Dean poured two very strong glasses of whiskey and slid Mia's over to her. He watched in amazement as she slammed in back without any hesitation.

"Another please." She slid her glass back to him.

"Uh sure..." Dean poured her another but this time not as much, and Mia noticed this.

"Dean I said I wanted to get blind drunk." He took the hint and poured more liquor into the glass and handed it back to her. She tossed it back again this time hissing at the burn as it went down. Dean sipped his whiskey.

"So."

"So." Mia hair was still wet and hung around her shoulders. She tucked it behind her ear revealing her soft features. "Who healed me?"

"Cas."

"Ah of course." She felt stupid that she even asked but then why would she have known? She shook her head and shoved her glass at Dean again asking for another. He obliged. Mia drank it again this time gagging a little feeling nauseous and she thought she better slow down.

"Listen Mia you said some freakin' crazy crap back there." Dean started but Mia put up a hand and stopped him.

"If the next words that come out of your mouf are...Demon." She rose a finger, "Darkness," another finger, "or anyfing to do wif what happened? I am not talking about it." Mia's words were starting to slur. She was starting to feel the buzz of the whiskey. Mia ran a hand trough her hair and took a deep breath to control her nausea. Her head was beginning to spin and time started to move very slowly.

"Ok, ok." Dean put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get your panties in a bind, or I guess, my boxers. Which is super freakin' hot by the way." He looked her up and down again as he saw the alcohol taking it's affect on her body. Mia was becoming more relaxed and her legs were spreading further apart. His jaw clenched as he watched her undo the top button of his shirt.

"Whew... it got hot in here!" She leaned back and fanned herself pulling apart the top of the shirt to reveal her voluptuous cleavage. Dean swallowed as he held back a lustful moan. Then he saw the amulet around her neck and his mood changed.

"Why are you waring that?" Dean asked in a deep husky voice. He squeezed his glass in anger.

"Waring what? I told you silly my clothes were covered in blood." She put and emphasis on the d.

"The amulet. Where did you get it?" He looked at her coldly, then tossed back his own drink. Mia's drunken smile went away as she looked down at the human head with horns and tears formed in her eyes. She looked back up at Dean and tear ran down her cheek.

"Jared...He gave it to me just before...just before..." Mia looked down at the amulet again and pulled it off and set in on the table. She wiped her tears away and pushed her glass to Dean again. "Another, and please don't mention a single word about the past four days." Her eyes were like ice as she took her filled glass back from him this time only sipping still feeling light headed and queazy. Dean felt like a moron. How could he have known and now look what he did? He thought of a way to quickly change the subject even if it was one of the stupidest ideas he may have ever had.

"Let's play a game?' He suggested.

"What?" She sniffled and wiped her nose on the sleeve of his shirt.

"Yeah, there is this game called two truths and a lie. The person says two true things about themselves and one lie and the other person has to figure out which one is the lie." Even as he said he felt like and idiot. Sam would be having a hay day if he were here right now. Thank God he had been pulling all nighters researching the Darkness so he was going to sleeping for a while. Mia looked at him skeptically. "I heard about from a college girl I interviewed once. I've never had the chance to try it." He confessed.

"Can we shtill drink?" She asked holding up her glass.

"Yes but I think we should switch to beer. You my dear, have had enough hard liquor." He took her glass away and placed both their glasses and whiskey bottle in the sink. Dean then went to the fridge and grabbed two beers and opened them and set Mia's in front of her before he sat back down. "So do want to play?" Mia rolled the beer between her fingers for a moment her inhibitions were starting to completely disappear so she was up to anything.

"Ok, you start." She grinned.

Dean had to take a moment to think. He wasn't expecting her to ask him to start but he thought of something quickly. "I have one brother, I hate dogs, and I had the Mark of Cain." The point of this was to help Mia with getting her to pass out again so she could be free from her pain so he knew she would get this one wrong. "Which one is the lie?"

"You haf two broffer's that the lie. Drink up Deany."

He couldn't believe it, how did she know? He took a swig of his beer the gestured to Mia. "Ok then your turn."

"I'm thirdy yearz old, I'm and onre child, I can shpeak six languajghes." She mused and laughed and her answers.

"Come on you can't play to lose it's obviously the six languages." Dean said.

"Oh no! You got me I only shpeak fife." She took a gulp of her beer kicking it back to fast making it fizz up so bubbles got in her nose she laughed which made Dean laugh with her. They stopped and looked at each other for a moment. Sudden tension filled the air. Mia could feel a warmth tingle from her stomach and grow down to between her legs. She pressed her legs together and looked away knowing that she was blushing. The sudden rush sobered her up a little and she became very aware of how close Dean was actually sitting. Dean saw the rosiness in her cheeks and her reaction to his look and he could feel his member jerk a little in his pants. Eager to come out and play as well. Dean shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.

"I guess it's my turn then." Mia nodded at his comment keeping her eye elsewhere. /What was he doing to her? Must be the alcohol/ she thought. He spoke in a huskier voice this time, "My father was a hunter, my mother died when I was four, I drive a 69' Impala."

"If you say the lie last it makes the game too easy." Mia looked at Dean this time in a rather daring way. She only took a sip of beer this time not removing her gaze from his. She thought to herself you only live once after all and he was a very good looking man, and she was now very drunk. She normally wouldn't have the courage to do this but with the power of whiskey she was a new woman. "My turn. I have a masters degree, I'm a natural blond, and I haven't had sex in nearly three years." Mia lifted her hand wiggled three fingers at him playfully then hiccuped. Dean's eyebrows shot up.

"Three years! You gotta be freakin' kiddin' me! That's the lie!" He looked at her disbelief. Mia pulled at her hair on both sides of her head.

"This is all natural handsome, no blond here. Drink." Mia pointed to his drink. Dean liked how she called him handsome, but he wasn't about to leave this subject behind.

"No this is far to important to just ignore. You're telling me no one has touched you're beautiful body in three years?" He leaned forward for confirmation and Mia nodded sullenly and blushed again at his beautiful comment.

"Two years, ten months, and sixteen days...but who's counting." Mia took a drink of her beer and as she did she shut her eyes to keep up her courage. All of a sudden her beer was taken from her hand. "Hey what are yo-" but she was interrupted by Dean's lips pressing firmly against hers. Mia's whole body melted. It was as if their lips were puzzle pieces always meant to fit together. Dean gently pushed his tongue into Mia's mouth and she welcomed it willingly with a lustful moan, sending a pulse to his length making him moan as well. Mia's hands were in Dean's hair and wrapped around his neck so it was easy for him to put a hand on each of her thighs and lift her so she was wrapped around his waist. Mia could feel that Dean was ready for action. She pulled back from the kiss looked at him for a moment. "Your eyes, they're green." She said.

"So are yours." He noted. And the kissing commenced as Dean began to walk out of the kitchen with Mia's legs locked around him. He knew his bedroom was too far away but Sammy's was right around the corner. /Sorry little bro'/ he thought as he entered the room and gently laid Mia on the bed. He took a moment to look at her again in his clothes and he could hardly contain his lust. The shirt had come unbuttoned one more and slipped down under one of her breasts. It was milky white and her nipple was hard and erect. He could see on his boxers a small wet spot and he knew she was ready for him. Dean hesitated though knowing what this girl had just gone through. What he had heard her say in her sleep, the torture she must have endured those four days. It wasn't just lust he felt when he looked at Mia, it was also understanding. He had fought his rage and urge to kill for over a year with the Mark of Cain. When Dean looked at Mia, he saw himself.

"Is something wrong?" Mia asked as she scooted herself up to the pillows and adjusted the shirt so that her breast was covered once more. Dean shook his head out of his thoughts and smiled at her.

"Nothing is wrong beautiful, but I think we should call it a night don't you?" He held out his hand to her to help her off the bed. Mia looked at him confused then angry then she gave him a look understanding as well and took his hand. In silence they walked back to Dean's room and he tucked her into his bed to sleep. Dean walked to the door and shut the light out, but just as he was about the shut the door he heard Mia sniffle.

"Dean..." She cracked as tears were coming and she could not stop them. "Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" Mia wasn't asking for sex, she wasn't asking for love, she was asking for another human body to hold hers because she was afraid. Dean slid into the bed with her and she laid across his chest still sobbing and he put his arm around her back rubbing his hand up and down her arm ever so gently. And he stayed with her as she cried herself to sleep not realizing he had fallen into slumber himself his arm still caressing her close to his chest.