Cassie POV

I was a little surprised by the wave of force Diana had thrown at me…but only a little. My baby sister had a tendency to repress her emotions and knowing from experience how dark magic brought those kinds of feeling to the surface when you were first getting a handle on it I had been expecting a bit of a hulk out.

That being said, Diana packed quite a whallop, the only other witch I'd met who used dark magic had been my dad, and I'd kind of taken his supreme badassery for granted. It was a bit scary to be on this side of the before and after, I couldn't believe Diana's quiet strong magic had turned into this maelstrom of rage.

The only reason I was holding her off as easily as I was, was because that maelstrom was coming at me like a tidal wave, ferocious but spread out. My defense on the other hand was tight and condensed like a piece of coal, the more heat and pressure she added the harder my spell got. I hadn't advertised it but dad had been giving me some lessons when he was alive, only for a while but apparently I was a fast learner.

The spells she was throwing at me were nothing as cohesive as "blasts" of magic, her tidal wave of force was a patchwork of mixed and misshapen splatters of magic, like the emotional equivalent of a jackson pollock painting. I could tell from the condition of my sisters spells that her state of mind was frayed almost to unraveling.

I was going to let her vent, go nuts on the shield till she ran out of juice and had to stop, but in the state she was in she was more likely to keep dishing out spells till she died from magic drain. I wasn't sure exactly why but the dark magic we got from dad didn't work like normal magic, it was more…a part of us. We had light magic, we WERE dark magic, and running out was not a healthy thing to do. I wasn't totally sure it would kill her, but then again I also wasn't sure it wouldn't.

I sat there and let her pound on my shield, and as she did I softened it and added some elasticity to the back, instead of stopping her magic I rolled it over me into the back of my shield, stretching it like a rubber band and allowed it to push it farther and farther back, when Diana stopped for the magical equivalent of another deep breath the lack of pressure flung the pent up magic into the front of the shield like a slingshot.

The magic roared through me as a comet and I opened myself up to it, funneled it through myself and shaped it as it came out the other side. I didn't let the blast hit her head on, that would have killed her, as out of her mind as she was she wouldn't even try to block it. Instead I let the front of the shield I'd softened drag and slow the blast, like a rubber band in the other direction.

The spell reached maximum tension and snapped, pounding Diana with the equivalent of a mack truck made of really soft pillows and she went flying. I tossed a bolt of force under her giving her some forward momentum so she skipped like a stone instead of crashing into the dock but…ouch, she was not going to be happy when she woke up.

It only took about fifteen minutes for her to wake up, I sat there at the end of the dock watching the ocean with her head in my lap, humming my mothers lullaby to her. I felt her tense as she woke up and I smiled gently down at her "Hey there sleeping beauty. You have a nice nap?" She looked puzzled for a minute before bolting upright in dawning horror.

"Oh god…I, Cassie oh god I'm so sorry! I have no idea how I could…but I was just so ANGRY." She looked at my hopelessly blinking unshed tears out of her eyes "I could have killed you. I TRIED to kill you, tried to murder my own sister. What kind of person am I? What kind of sister tries to-" I cut her off by covering her mouth with my hand.

"The human kind, or have we forgotten my adventures in not so erotic asphyxiation with Adam a few weeks ago. Dark magic is harsh and brutal, it takes the worst parts of us and throws them to the forefront. All of our anger and pain and jealousy, I know how much you try to keep it together all the time, for your dad or for Adam, even for yourself I think, but holding in your emotions like that is going to have some serious consequences till you get a handle on your dark magic."

She just stared at me from over my hand, eyes wet and haunted, I moved my hand to let her speak, knowing as I did that what she said wouldn't be anything healthy "I'm a monster now, I tried to kill my own sister, you had to stop me, I couldn't even stop on my own like you did, you had to put me down to stop me."

I sighed and pulled her forward into a hug "Hush now. I've always been a bit of a hothead, it sounds like that would be a weakness when it comes to controlling my powers, and in a way it can be but its also a strength. Im used to letting my anger out in bursts, venting and then moving on. You keep all your anger bottled up, and that just doesn't work with magic like ours, itll find an out and then itll just be worse."

She blinked at me "So I should try to release my magic little bits at a time?" I smiled gently down at her " Yeah I want you to let off some of that steam before it overflows, doctors orders. It'll help you control some of that, I promise."

She seemed far from placated but nodded a bit against my shoulder, then tensed "Oh before I lost it you said something about a monster coming to hurt Adam? You said you were having nightmares…was there…was there fire?" I blinked at her, I hadn't thought Diana would be having the dreams too.

I nodded "Yeah he was trapped on the ceiling with a cut across his stomach and then…yeah…fire." I felt her shudder with me as we both thought of what had been for me the most brutal realistic dreams I'd ever had. That settled it though, if Diana was having them too then whatever was coming was almost definitely real, too many things were lining up to be coincidence.

Diana exhaled slowly and pulled away from my embrace "Well ok then, if you wont let me apologize-" I interjected "Because theres nothing to apologize for." She gave me a meaningful look "IF YOU WONT LET ME APOLOGIZE, I guess all there is to do is to move on to the problem at hand." I smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes at me, and for a minute…we really felt like sisters, for the first time since we found out we were.

Dawn POV

It was a bit scary to me, to be calling this number after so many years. I wasn't sure if the man on the other end could help me reach John but if Azazel was here…well there was so much I hadn't told the girls, Faye may hate me, but she's my little girl, and im not letting her hunt that monstrosity. And the hell if her father was going to allow it either, no matter what he had to say about it.

John had been hunting this demon for years and it had escaped from him every single time. I had only been with him a short while but no one who met John Winchester could make the mistake of thinking he was anything but effective. If a brilliant borderline fanatic with military training and more than a hint of vengeful ruthlessness couldnt kill this thing with over a decade to get it done I sure as hell wasnt setting Faye and her teeny-bopper gal pals on it. They were going to need backup and I was going to make sure Faye had the best damn backup I could get.

The phone rang for what seemed like a year before a gruff southern voice picked up "Yello?" I wrinkled my brow a bit at the voice, it wasn't exactly what I'd thought he'd sound like after all this time. I hadn't expected that voice to change, that soft gruff baritone, like sharp rocks wrapped in velvet. This voice sounded, well higher for one, more like leather around a diamond. There was a harsh core to this voice, but it was brittle in a way John Winchester had never been. At least not when we'de had those weeks together.

"Is this John?" There was a slight pause before the gruff voice answered "No, whose askin'?" I cleared my throat, hoping this person could at least help me find John "My name is Dawn Chamberlain, I live in a town called Chance Harbor. John will remember me." There was a puse on the other end of the line. "I've heard of the town, Johns mentioned it to me too. He did a job there some years back involving some witches, said the whole damn town was full of them, said some were even still alive when he left. You wouldnt be one of those would ya'?"

I sucked in a breath. "Yes John and I were...friends when he was here, if you tell him my name he'll want to hear what I have to say, can you get a message to him?" To be honest I had no idea if John would want to hear my message but I was pretty sure once i gave it to Bobby he'd make sure it was heard. This friend of Johns clearly had a way to reach the man, and I needed to contact him as soon as possible. If this man was still at a number John had given me all those years ago, he was probably someone stable in Johns life, and hopefully had some influence over John.

There was a slight skeptical pause on the other end of line before the voice responded. "My name is Bobby Singer, I'm a friend of John and his boys. You can tell me the message, and if I think he needs to hear it I'll pass it on." I exhaled in relief. There was no way John wouldnt want to hear this, This Bobby would have to pass the message on once he heard it. "Tell John his yellow eyed demon has reared it ugly head again in Chance Harbor. And...tell him his daughter may get caught in the crossfire."

Hi Guys this is King. Sorry about the lateness of the chapter. Had some computer trouble, luckily was able to hold onto this chapter, or what I had done of it and i can release what I have now. The next chapter will hopefully be much longer, and I plan to get into writing the winchesters and maybe some short Bobby POV. Im excited to be switching POVs and interested to see what Sam and Dean will think of their sister. Thanks for all the reviewers so far, and thank you to Shadowglove, a very talented author who listened to me ramble about the plot from the and gave some advice. I plan to have the next chapter up much faster, though of course reviews make me want to write more. Thats just science. Anyway Ill catch you all next chapter, and have a good weekend.