Two men stepped out of a black car, taking in the surroundings. "Well Sam," one muttered, "Welcome to the sleepy little town of Starlight Creek. Home of two hundred and eight people, and one pesky little demon that's slowly killing off the residents. Let's go see what we can find out. See if they have a library, and I'll poke around, find out what the people know."

"I don't think that'll be necessary Dean," Sam told his brother, pointing at a sign outside the church. A freshly painted board stood just outside the manicured lawn. 'Demon Hunter Wanted.' "Well," Dean smirked, "That narrows our search down. Don't you wish we had a welcoming like this in every town?" Sam shook his head at his brother's folly as both brothers proceeded to collect their equipment from the trunk of Dean's car, before striding into the church.

Sam's eyes widened as he crossed the church threshold. "Did you feel that?" he asked his brother. Dean nodded his agreement, "Like some force is shielding this place," he replied, "But for what purpose, I'm not sure." Catching sight of the priest, the brothers strode purposefully toward him. Sam felt his eyes roll when his brother greeted the old priest. "Hi, I heard you were in the market for a couple of Demon Hunters."

A few minutes later, and both boys found themselves seated in the priest's sitting room with a tray of cookies. "I don't know exactly how it happened," the priest began, "But it all began approximately two hundred years ago. This town used to be a tiny village. Nothing bad happened, and we certainly didn't have any problems with demons.

"Then came a great battle. The grass was washed red. The fields lost their entire crops that year. Corpses littered the ground, yet among the numerous bodies lay one sole survivor. A warrior named Celethrathien.

"The people had always known there was something different about the boy. Could feel it in their bones. It was then they realised, as he lay on the steps of this very church, that he was actually a demon.

"The stories say he was a sight to behold. Standing on the outskirts of the village. A figure, cloaked in black. Sword glinting coldly in the dying sunlight. Eyes shining with malice. He was a true warrior. In fact, it took five priests to lock him in a tomb, and send him to an eternal rest"

"Sounds like an old wives tale to me," Dean told the priest, "Come on Sam, lets go do some investigating." The brothers stood, about to make their way back to Dean's car, when the old preacher pushed them back down into their seats. "I know it sounds fanciful," the old priest told them, "I wouldn't have believed it myself, had it not been for the fact that I've seen the tomb.

"Since the boy was entombed, this town has been plagued by disappearances and un-explained murders. We learnt to live with it, only going out while the sun was up, locking up our houses before the sun set every night, but lately, it just hasn't been enough. Children are being taken from their beds at night, people who stray too close to the woods are disappearing in broad daylight. The only place that has been left un-touched is this church. His spirit is angry with us, and now we need to destroy him before his soul takes another innocent life."

Dean turned to face his brother. "Can't hurt to check it out," Sam reasoned. Rolling his eyes, Dean nodded, "Fine," he bit out, "We'll check out this tomb."

The priest led the brothers to a dark stairwell. The dust, and the fact that the stairs were hewn from the natural foundations, were testimony to just how old this tomb could be. Reaching the base of the stairs, the brothers were met with two, heavy, solid silver doors.

Sam immediately set to trying to read the wards inscribed all over the doors. Dean, being the more impatient of the two, grabbed hold of the handles and gave the doors a massive tug. Holders along the walls, containing oils, suddenly ignited, bringing the tomb into high relief.

The room was bare, apart from a stone alter residing on a dais at the far side of the room. Both boys crept closer to the alter, and to the body resting on it. Dean reached the body first, pressing his fingers against the boy's throat. "It's cold," Dean told his brother, "And I'm not getting a pulse."

"Strange," Sam muttered, earning him an inquiring glance from his brother, "This body's been down here for two hundred years, and there's not even a single trace of decay. It's like he died yesterday. Besides, I've never felt so calm. For a demon, he has an extremely smoothing aura. I think his soul could be what created the shield around the church. He's protecting this place, even in death."

"Well," Dean replied, "Let's get moving then. If this demon isn't what's behind the murders, then why waste the time finishing it. We can always come back later, but for now, we need to stop whatever's killing these people."

The brothers were almost out the door when they felt a ripple run through their bodies. Turning back to face the body, they felt another pulse ripple through them. They quickly pulled the doors closed, just as the body slowly began to sit upright.

Clawed fingers flexed as two arms stretched skyward. Standing up from the alter, the demon's cloak slipped from his small shoulders. Dean felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes took in the black velvet skirt with slits all the way up to the demon's hips, exposing a rather tantalising amount of smooth, creamy skin, to the black bodice embracing the demon's slim waist and buxom..."Damn it," Dean swore at Sam, "I thought the priest said Celethrathien was a guy." Sam gave his brother a worried glance, it wasn't natural for Dean to ask for information twice. "He did," Sam replied, still wondering about his brother's mental health. A small blush crept on to Dean's cheeks, "Yeah," he replied, "Well I can see two very good arguments refuting that statement."

Sam rolled his eyes, trust Dean to be more concerned with the fact that the priest had lied about the demon's sex then about the fact that she was now very much alive. Sam returned his gaze to the alter, to find the demon gazing at them with curiosity. Dean sighed, pulling out his gun, "And just when I'd moved you to the back of my 'to do' list."

Aiming for her heart, Dean fired off two shots before Sam stilled his hand. "Wait," he cried, but deep down, he knew it was too late. Dean rarely missed a shot. The brothers turned back to the alter, expecting a body, only to find shattered stone. Glancing up, the boys saw the demon clinging to the stone ceiling briefly, before crashing back to the floor. She groaned a slight 'ow' of pain, rubbing her head with one clawed hand.

Bringing the gun up once more, Dean aimed at the demon lying before him. Sam suddenly jumped in between his brother and the demon. "Stop," Sam cried, "You can't kill her. We make a living out of hunting evil, but I can't sense anything evil about her. Even when you shot at her, she still never raised a hand against you. You said it yourself, she's obviously not the one killing the townsfolk, so why harm her?"

"She's a demon Sam," Dean told him, "It's in her nature to kill. She may not be hunting humans now, but if we don't kill her now, she'll be hunting them down as soon as we leave." Sam sighed, why couldn't his brother see Celethrathien wasn't evil. "Look Dean," Sam bit out, it was taking all of his patience not to try to knock some sense into his brother's thick skull, "Stop seeing her with your eyes. You need to see past her demonic blood and find her soul. She isn't evil, I can feel it, and I know you can too. I'll take full responsibility for her, just don't shoot her." Dean grumbled silently, he hated being wrong, and he hated admitting it even more. "Fine," he told his brother, "She can stay, but if she puts a single toe out of line, I won't hesitate to bring her down."

"Hey Dean," Sam said to his brother, "She can't go out dressed like this. Don't you have some old clothes that might fit her?" Dean sighed, he knew the clothes Sam was talking about. Dean was a slightly slimmer build then his brother, and his old clothes were more likely to fit the demon. "Sure," he muttered, "I'll go get them."

On his return, Dean stopped at the sound of a rich, sultry voice. Leaning against the doorway, Dean listened in to the conversation. "He's right," She told Sam, "I am tainted, but not by human blood. My mother died when I was little, I don't even remember anything about her, but my father was a great man. His dream was for demons and humans to co-exist peacefully. He fought for the people, protected them from demons, yet it was the people he protected who were so quick to condemn me after the battle.

"Father knocked me aside, preventing a demon from making the killing blow, but lost his own life in the process. The last thing I saw, as the demons began to ravage the village, was my father's head rolling towards me." Dean closed his eyes for a moment, in silent remembrance of his mother. Maybe he could afford to cut the girl some slack.

Sam's voice soon broke the quiet. "I've been thinking," Sam announced. 'Never a good thing,' Dean thought. "You need a name," Sam continued. 'What the...' Dean's brain cried, 'She already has a name. She's not just some stray pet you can take home and name, although the idea has some merit.' Dean could think of a few names he'd like to call the young demon, all of which required a closer level of intimacy, preferably with as little clothing as possible. "Celethrathien is a bit of a mouthful," Sam continued on, "And doesn't exactly fit in today's society. How about 'Selene'?" Dean finally made himself known, striding back into the room, a bundle of clothes under one arm. "Sam," he told his brother, "You've been watching too much 'Underworld' again."

"I think it suits her," Sam replied, "It's powerful, exotic, really close to her own name, and besides, you watch 'Underworld' with me every time." Dean laughed, he had to admit, she really did look like a 'Selene', although, that said, visions of her done up in that little leather number would haunt his dreams tonight. "Hey, I won't lie to you," Dean told his brother, "Kate Beckinsale is hot." Sam laughed, trust his brother to watch a movie based on how hot the female lead was. "Why is she hot?" Selene asked, "Does she have a fever?" Both brothers shared a glance before breaking down into fits of laughter.

Sam recovered first, sitting down beside the young demon. "Hot can mean one of two things," Sam explained kindly, "It can either be used to refer to the temperature, but it can also be a gage of how good looking someone is. The better looking they are, the 'hotter' they are." An expression of understanding dawned on Selene's face. "I think I have it now," she told them.

"Here," Dean called out, tossing the demon the bundle of clothing, "These should fit." Selene nodded mutely as she scanned the clothing, before glancing back up at the two boys. "Well?" She inquired, "Do women no longer have privacy while they disrobe?" Coming to their senses, the brothers quickly exited the room.

"By the way," Dean called over his shoulder as he left, "It's called getting changed or getting dressed. We don't 'disrobe' any more." Selene sent him a small glare before setting about the task of 'getting changed'.

Selene walked out of the tomb, her clothes folded neatly over one arm. Dean groaned inwardly at the sight, his clothes had looked pretty damn good on him, but on her they just looked amazing. She was wearing faded black jeans, torn on one knee, a simple black t, and a belt to hold the pants up. She'd opted to keep her black leather boots.

Her long dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, framing the delicate features of her face. Bright amethyst eyes shone with an innocent light as they gazed at the world. His gaze flicked down to her full, red lips just begging to be kissed. Oh yeah, Dean thought to himself, he was definitely going to need a cold shower tonight.

They walked silently out to Dean's car to stow her clothes. Selene's eyes widened, and Sam felt her stiffen slightly as she saw how much the world had changed. Nudging her gently with his shoulder, he strode confidently toward the road. Selene followed slowly behind him.

Once they reached the road, Selene suddenly grabbed both brothers and pulled them backwards as a car roared past. "What the hell was that for?" Dean yelled at her, completely forgetting that she'd been dead for over two hundred years. Selene shrunk back behind Sam's comforting bulk, mumbling about demons. Her bright eyes clouded over with fear, before she broke away, running as far away from the main road and the shiny 'demons'.

"Idiot," Sam spat at his brother, "Did you forget that she'd never seen a car before? Let alone one in motion? I'm going to go see if I can repair the damage you just did." Dean stood on the sidewalk, staring off into space as his brother charged off after the young demon. He bent to gather up the clothes she'd dropped, mentally kicking himself for being so harsh. Oh well, he'd just have to apologise next time he saw her.

Sam finally found her standing in a field, eyes closed as the wind tossed her long hair. "Hey," he murmured softly, "Sorry about my brother, he tends to speak first and think later." He stood beside her, placing one arm gently around her shoulders, before pulling her into a tentatively to his side. Selene welcomed the action, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's getting dark," she murmured, "You should get back to your before he starts to worry."

Sam pulled away just enough to look at her. "You should come too," he told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her elvan ears. "I'm a demon," she replied, "I'll be just fine. I can take care of myself." Sam chuckled at her independence, she really was an intriguing woman. "I know you can," he told her, "But that won't stop me worrying about you. Even if you can take care of yourself, I'd worry a whole lot less if I could see you were okay with my own two eyes." Selene nodded slightly, "Fine," she replied, "I'll come, but only to stop you from worrying."

Sam bent down, offering her his back. "Climb on," he told her. Selene stared at him in shock, before breaking into laughter. "You do realise that I could carry you back to your brother," she retorted, "And I wouldn't even be short of breath?" Sam glanced back at her. "I don't doubt that," he chuckled, "But I'm betting you're so light, I could carry you back and not even notice the extra weight. Now hop on." Selene leapt on to the offered back, wrapping her arms and legs around Sam. "You do realise how entirely improper this is," she informed him, "We aren't even betrothed." Sam began the trek back to the car. "Things have changed," he replied, "I could carry you around like this all day, and no one would even bat an eyelid." The demon smiled, resting her chin on Sam's shoulder. "You know," she murmured, "I'm really beginning to enjoy this era."

Dean glanced up in time to witness his brother carrying the demon back to him, a bright smile on Selene's face. He was suddenly thankful for having someone like Sam as his brother. Dean charged through life head-first, not really caring about the people who got in his way. It was the way he'd been brought up. His father trained him to focus on the task, to give complete concentration to the hunt. He'd tried so hard to be the best son and the best hunter, that he'd forgotten how to just be human, but Sam was different.

Sam had always fought their father. Sam strove to have a normal life, and just be himself. He may not be the quickest with a gun, but Dean knew, his brother always had his back. Sure Dean always won their sparring matches, but Sam always pulled a close second. Sam's calm and reassuring ways always helped sooth the toes Dean inadvertently stepped on. Looking at how comfortable Selene was around Sam, Dean smiled slightly. If anyone could help ease her into the twenty-first century, it was Sam. Dean only wished it was him who was carrying her like that.

Sam deposited the girl in front of the car, and stared expectantly at his brother. "Look," Dean bit out, man did he hate apologies, "I'm sorry, okay?" Selene listened to the tone in his voice, mistaking his honest apology for flippant words. "For what?" She asked, eyebrows raised, her smile vanishing completely, "For treating me like an imbecile, or for trying to kill me?" Dean's eyes flashed with anger. He didn't apologise often, but when he did, he expected them to at least be accepted, not thrown back in his face. 'So much for actually being nice,' his mind screamed, 'she may be hot as hell, but she certainly no lady.' Attractive or not, there was no way he was going to let this demon walk all over him.

"That's it," Dean spat, "We're here to track down whatever's killing off these people, not baby-sit a bratty demon. Go find someone else to annoy, and Sam," Dean strode to his side of the car, "Get in the damn car." Sam kept glancing between the two, his face torn with indecision. "Go," Selene told him, "I can take care of myself." Sam nodded before hopping in his side of the car. The engine roared to life and Selene watched as they drove away.

"Dean," Sam said, "Think about things from her perspective. She died at the hands of the very people she protected, and as soon as she wakes up, you try to kill her all over again. Now she's all alone in the world, and in a completely different time." Sam smiled inwardly as his brother broke heavily. "Yeah, Yeah," he muttered, kicking the car into reverse, "Save the sob story would ya?" He reversed back to where Selene was still standing. "Get in," Dean barked, waiting for the demon to climb in before flooring the gas, heading to the nearest motel.

Once the three had settled themselves into the motel room, Dean turned to look expectantly at Selene. "What?" she asked, matching his stare for an icy glare of her own. "It's dinner time," he informed her, "So get cooking." Selene's anger doubled, her blood seething in the veins as she stared the hunter down. "If you're so hungry," she spat back with all the royal disdain of a vexed lion, "Then do it yourself." Dean's anger rose tot he occasion. There was no way he was letting some chit of a girl get the better of him. "You're the free-loader," he smirked back at her, "Think of this as payment for us keeping you. Damn my soft-hearted ways. Now here's the food," he told her, passing the shocked demon their supplies, "Get cooking." Selene watched his cocky swagger as Dean exited the room to take a shower.

"I'll help," Sam told her as she made her way tot he kitchenette. "Thanks," she smiled warmly, unpacking the food, before her smile soon became a look of total distaste, "You call this food?" Sam chuckled, the food they had wasn't the best, but it lasted. Besides, neither brother spent that much time cooking. They preferred to utilise their time hunting. "Build the fire," She commanded, "I'll be back soon." With that, Selene swept out the door into the fading dusk light.

Dean stepped out of the bathroom only to have the heavenly scent of dinner waft past his nose. Continuing out to the main living space, Dean's mouth began to water. Sam was already seated at the table, while Selene brought out a plate of roast venison, with a mint sauce to garnish. Dean sat down at the table, watching Selene expectantly as she brought out another plate.

Dean's face fell as she took her own spot at the table and began eating, completely ignoring his presence. Selene battled her own conscious internally. She knew Dean hadn't meant to bite her head off. At least, not the first time. Sam had explained that his brother was often rash, but he also rarely ever apologised. He had been truly sorry, but the words were just so foreign to him, he wasn't able to put the emotion behind it, and if truth be told, she hadn't exactly made it easy for him either. She threw his words back in his face, so she could understand why he was bitter, but her pride refused to back down.

Sam smiled internally at Dean's reaction. In truth, Selene had actually cooked for the three of them, despite his brother's attitude. Still, Sam preferred to watch his brother squirm a little longer.

"If you're hungry," Selene bit out, "The kitchen's that way." Sam had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at Dean's crestfallen face. Sam sighed heavily, finally taking pity on his brother. "There's another plate in the kitchen," he told his brother. Dean instantly raced over to the kitchen to retrieve his dinner.

"I left the carcass in a clearing near here," Selene told the brothers, though she face Sam, "The fresh blood should draw the demon's attention. Eat quickly, we should aim to be in position before night sets in completely." Sam glanced over at Dean, who suddenly stopped inhaling his food. "What makes you think a man-eating demon will find a deer carcass of any interest?" Dean asked. Selene smiled knowingly. Damn Dean hated that smile, made him feel infuriatingly inferior. "That carcass is a fresh kill," she told him, "Lots of blood, and more importantly, organs. In a few hours, that smell would've reached the nose of whatever is patrolling the area. Demons, especially lower-class demons, are complete opportunists. If they don't have to kill for a meal, they won't. Trust me, that demon will come."

Selene led the brothers to the clearing, taking up a position on one side of the clearing, obscured from sight by heavy brush. They could watch here without the demon spotting them. "Wait a minute," Dean spoke up, "Shouldn't we be on the other side of the clearing. You've positioned us directly upwind from that pile of rotting meat." Selene sighed and shook her head. "Normally we would stay downwind from the demon," she whispered curtly, "But you forgot one very important fact. The trap we set is scent related. If we stay downwind, we will be in the direct path of the demon when it comes to feed. Upwind isn't the best position, but the carcass should overpower our own scents. Now just sit tight and shut up." Dean settled back down to wait the demon out.

Just as they were about to give up, Selene's ears caught the faint sound of leaves cracking underfoot. She snorted inwardly, 'Stupid, complacent beast,' she thought, 'Didn't even think to cover its own sound.' Nudging the brothers gently, she pointed to the far side of the clearing, where two eyes gleamed in the dark just beyond the trees. There was a faint whooshing noise, and the carcass was suddenly pulled out of the clearing. The eyes then glinted back towards the trio.

"Shit," Selene whispered just loud enough for the two boys to here, "It knows we're here. You two head back to the motel, I'll hold it off. Hopefully I can make it think I'm just challenging it for the meal. Now go." She gave them a gentle push, forcing them to start moving. Violet eyes followed them until they were out of sight, before she spun back to face the demon. A feral rumbling resonated from the depths of her throat as she charged across the clearing, murderously sharp claws extending from her delicate fingers.

Dean paced the living area, although he would never admit it, he was worried about Selene. 'I shouldn't have left her out there,' he thought bitterly, 'I should've fought too, not run away like a scared puppy.' Sam shook his head, though his brother would deny it, Dean actually cared about the little demon, he just wasn't the best with words. Dean tried his best, but the words just always came out wrong, landing him in far more trouble then if he'd just kept his mouth shut. Glancing at the door one last time, Dean grabbed his jacket, gun and a torch before heading for the door. 'That's it,' he thought, 'I'm going to find her and bring her back.'

Dean opened the door, only to have a warm weight drop into his waiting arms. He'd momentarily seen Selene's face, a nasty scratch adorning one cheek, before her eyes fluttered closed and she fell into him. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently down on his own bed before grabbing the First Aid Kit.

Sam smiled gently as his brother covered Selene with a sheet to preserve her modesty before gently removing her clothes. Dean's fingers deftly dressed a few large gashes, they weren't bad, but they'd been left untreated for so long that she'd lost a decent amount of blood. Once finished, the young hunter reached into his bag, pulling out a shirt and boxers. Reaching under the sheet once more, he re-dressed the girl.

Sam handed him a bowl of water and a cloth. Pulling down the sheet, Dean gently scrubbed her skin clean of any blood. When he reached her hands, he almost dropped them in shock. Her deadly claws were still out, each one soaked in blood, but not her own. Dean smiled grimly, whatever had given her these wounds was sure to be in just as bad a condition, if not worse. Running his fingers softly over her now-clean hands, Dean gasped slightly when he saw her claws retract, before giving her still form a proper smile. He was pleased she recognised him as 'safe' enough to relax around, even if she did bite his head off.

Finished treating her wounds, Dean gently tucked the covers around her. Blood-loss had made her body go into shock. Sam crawled into the spare bed, knowing Dean wouldn't sleep that night anyway, soon drifting off. Dean stayed awake the whole night, monitoring the unconscious demon the whole time. He finally slipped into a light slumber during the grey hours of the dawn, blanket drawn around his slumped form as he fell asleep in an armchair facing the bed.

Sam awoke to the smell of freshly cooked bacon, eggs and left-over venison re-heated. Glancing over, he watched as Dean placed a tray of food on the bedside table beside Selene's resting form. He left momentarily, returning with a glass of fresh orange juice and cutlery, before stalking back out to the living area. Smiling softly to himself, Sam slowly crawled out from under the covers, grabbing his clothes, before moving off to the bathroom to get dressed.

Once dressed, Sam walked out to join his brother. Dean glanced up from his breakfast, nodding once in the direction of the kitchen, before continuing to eat. Sam found his own breakfast already waiting for him. Sitting down beside his brother, Sam tucked into his meal in comfortable silence.

Sam broke the quiet first. "That was a really nice of you," Sam told his brother. Dean eyed his brother wearily. "Yeah," he muttered darkly, "Just don't go thinking I meant anything by it. I said she could stay, for now, but that doesn't mean I like her. She's still just another demon, it's not my fault you like to pick up strays. I just felt guilty, that's all. She fought for us, and we ran. I don't like running, and right now, I feel like a coward."

Sam was about to console his brother when a soft voice sounded behind them. "You're not a coward," Selene told him, walking slowly and purposefully to stand before the brothers, "I told you to run because it was tactically sound. I made the demon think I was only there because of the meat, if it had seen the two of you, it would've known it was being hunted. Then you would no longer be the hunters, but the hunted. We don't want our prey to know what we're doing. We want to remain the hunters, with it none the wiser. Tactically, we did the most logical thing.

"While we're on the topic, here," she handed the brothers a few silver threads, "This is the reason why we never saw the demon enter the clearing. Spider Silk. We're dealing with a Black Widow. Which is both good and bad. Spider demons aren't known for their maternal natures, so any spawn would've been eaten by now. Therefore we can rule out any other demons in the area, but that's where the good news ends.

"We can guess that she's been taking at least one young male once a year to mate, he'd die soon after she knew she was pregnant, but the other disappearances would be to build her strength before she lay her eggs. If we check the records of when people went missing, most should be around Spring. Mating Season. The others would be about once a month, if that.

"There's also the fact that we'd have to find her lair. This will be the most difficult part. Although I should be able to lead us there by scent alone, that silk will be much thicker the closer we get. If you touch a single strand, you could find yourself her next victim, or missing a part of your body."

Sam nodded. "So what do you think we should do?" cutting his brother off. Dean sent him a glare, HE was in charge of the hunts, not Selene. "What?" Sam asked his brother, "She's a demon herself. If anyone would know how to approach this, it's her." Dean sighed and settled back down. Sam was right, she'd already given them more information in one day then they would find in a week. "Follow me," she told them, "Step exactly where I step, move exactly where I move, but before we go hunting, there's somewhere I need to go."

The brothers soon found themselves standing in the middle of a field. Selene scanned the site briefly before striding over to one spot. Kicking away at the grass, she slowly uncovered a large wooden door. Bending down, Dean pulled her away. "You'll re-open your wounds you stupid demon," he told her gruffly. Selene lifted her shirt, exposing a few red, angry looking scratches, but her wounds had completely closed over. "I'm a demon," she told him, "My body is very different to yours. One of the gifts of our blood is the ability to heal faster then humans." Stepping back to the wooden door, she gave it a mighty wrench, revealing the room beneath.

Sam and Dean followed her down the wooden steps, eyes taking in the trove of weapons lining the walls. "This was my father's," she told them, "This entire area used to be his. They burnt our house down, but this was our secret. A place to store all our weapons, tricks and herbs." The herbs were no longer existent, but the jars of their creations had been spelled to preserve their contents. Opening one jar, Selene extracted a handful of balls. "Here," she said, handing the balls to Sam, "These will melt Spider Silk. Only use them if you need to. And these," she said, pulling down two, floor-length coats, "Should protect you from the worst of her web. Feel free to take any of the weapons you see on display." Sam and Dean glanced at each other momentarily, both knowing that they wouldn't know how to use them, and they preferred their guns.

The brothers waited patiently above ground for Selene to join them. The demon soon exited the small store house, clad in her original clothing. Her long black hair had been pulled back into a bun, held in place with a silver, Celtic looking star, exposing her elvan ears. A glaive firmly in one hand, long bow in the other, a quiver slung over one shoulder. With a curt nod, she walked purposefully towards the clearing they had occupied the night before. Checking their weapons, the brothers followed after her.

They walked for an hour, almost giving up hope, before Sam saw a glint of silver. Moving to check, he saw it was Spider Silk. "We're getting close," Selene whispered, "Keep your eyes open. When we find her, I want you both to stay hidden." Dean made a move to protest. "This is my home," She continued, "And I will not tolerate another demon in my territory."

Following the web-like stands, both brothers noticed it was getting harder and harder to find space in between the threads to walk. Sighing, Selene thrust the butt of her glaive into the earth. Pulling out a small jar, she slid the tip of an arrow into the clear liquid. Slipping the small jar back, she notched the arrow. Sighting her target, Selene loosed the arrow, watching it's progress as it flew through the webbing, before making it's mark in a tree with a soft thud. All strands of Spider Silk it had touched, suddenly began to bubble and melt, clearing a path for the trio.

Three more arrows brought them to a large clearing, Spider Silk leaving a silvery layer around the trees and ground, enclosing the entire area. Leaving her bow and quiver, Selene strode to the centre of the webbed area. A faint whoosh was all the warning Selene had before a web hit the ground she'd just been standing on. Pivoting out of a back flip, Selene landed softly, violet eyes burning with a flame the brothers had never seen.

Another demon slowly made her decent into the enclosure on webs originating from the palms of her hands. "So," the new demon clicked out, "You came back for more? Stupid child." Silver hair whipped around as the demon charged at Selene. Selene brought her glaive around, pivoting her body, as she swept the weapon in a full circle. The demon screeched, a new wound opening down her back.

Dean was pleased to find that his assumption had been correct. Selene had given her a lot worse then she had received, but unlike Selene, this demon didn't have anyone to treat her wounds. After a few more charges, the demon shrieked her displeasure, while two more pairs of limbs grew out of her body. Two fangs grew down past her bottom lip, as her back elongated to accommodate the extra limbs.

Selene answered the challenge by extending her claws, standing ready for the next attack. The spider demon sent stream after stream of webbing at Selene, from each of her four hands. All Selene could do was dodge, the webbing making it difficult to get closer to the demon.

"Hey," Sam whispered to his brother, "What do you think would happen if we hit her palms with these pellets?" Offering the tiny web-dissolving balls Selene had given him earlier. Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "Only one way to find out," he replied, grabbing half of the pellets for himself, "Now what do you say we stop playing 'chicken' and join the party?" Sam nodded his consent.

Loading their guns with the tiny balls, the brothers strode out into the enclosed clearing. "I'll take the right," Dean told his brother, "You take the left." Just as they shifted into place, the demon cackled with glee. Dodging one set of webbing, Selene hadn't seen the other, and her arms were now pinned to her side. Another jet of Spider Silk, and Selene was lifted of the ground, preventing her from leaping away. Selene gave a small groan of pain. The web was slicing into her. Dean winced as he saw drops of blood fall to the ground to pool beneath Selene.

"Selene!" Both boys cried, searching for a way to release her. "My, my, my," the demon clicked out, catching sight of the brothers, "You boys look good enough to eat." Thrusting out two palms, the boys soon found themselves tied up like Selene.

A rumbling began to resonate deeply in Selene's chest. Opening her eyes, the boys saw a fire burning within those violet depths. A feral roar, reminiscent of a panther ripped from Selene's throat as the webbing around her suddenly broke. Rushing toward the spider, she managed to hack off two arms before the demon knew what had hit her.

As the limbs fell to the ground, the bindings on the brothers loosened, unravelling completely. Raising their guns, they began to shoot. A piercing screech filled the air as two bullets hit their mark. The Spider Silk streaming from both hands weren't the only things that began dissolving, the demon's hands themselves bubbled furiously before melting away entirely. Emptying the clear liquid from her jar over the blade of her glaive, Selene lunged forward, slicing with her weapon, sweeping the demon's head clean off.

As the demon's body slowly dissolved away, so did the threads of Spider Silk littering the clearing, uncovering a large bundle of mucus-covered sacks, dangling from the branches of three large trees. "That better not be what I think they are," Dean told the two before him. "What do you think they are?" Sam inquired, staring at the silvery lumps while trying not to smell the foul odour emanating from them. "They look like egg sacks," Dean replied.

Selene nodded silently, answering Dean's statement. "We're going to need to build a fire," She told them, "Burn them before they hatch." Dean nodded, leaving the clearing. Muttering darkly about men and lack of chivalry, Selene began to build up piles of dry wood beneath each tree. Sam helped her drag as much lumber as he could, when Dean arrived back on the scene, a large container in each hand.

Accepting one, Sam grinned before both began dumping the contents all over the eggs. Sniffing the liquid carefully, Selene began to sneeze. "What is that?" she inquired, protecting her delicate nose from the stench. "Gasoline," Dean replied, adding the container to the pile, "Watch and learn princess." Stepping back, he flicked a lit match at the eggs, which instantly caught fire.

As they stood back to watch the blaze, Sam suddenly turned to Selene. "These clothes protected us from the Spider Silk, didn't they?" Sam asked, "That's why you were hurt and we weren't. We had your coats." Selene nodded, smiling softly. "Yes," she replied, "Those coats were made for protection. Unfortunately, I think the Spider Silk may have been the last thread for these. I doubt they'd stand up to any more abuse. They are over two hundred years old after all."

Sam nodded, Dean however turned to gaze inquiringly into her eyes. "What are you?" he asked, "I know enough about demons to understand that not all demons have the same abilities. I've seen you claws, you just proved to be agile, swift, and able to jump great heights. I also distinctly remember hearing a feline roar. So what are you?"

Selene smirked. "I'm impressed," she retorted, "I hadn't thought you'd pick up on those for at least a week. I'm a cat demon. I have, as you've mentioned, retractable claws, the ability to leap to great heights. I do roar, on occasion, I have perfect balance. I always land on my feet. My canine teeth are also longer and sharper then normal. I also have perfect night-sight."

"Well," Dean sighed as the last embers slowly began to die, "I guess it's time to move on Sam. Let's get our stuff packed. Selene, it was nice knowing you." The brothers began to walk back towards the motel when Selene caught up to them. "Oh no you don't," She shouted, "I'm coming with you. My father fought to protect people from demons, and I intend to continue on his legacy. Besides, someone needs to prevent you two from getting into too much trouble. So I guess you're stuck with me. So, where to now?" Sam laughed, slinging his arm around the happy demon's shoulders. "Where ever we're needed," he told her, "Welcome to the team." Dean allowed the ghosting of a smile to grace his lips. What ever happened, with Selene around, it was bound to be an education.

I hope you enjoyed the story so far...I just loved Dean's entrance..Such a smart ass...but that's why we love him.

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