Chapter 3

"You know, for a human, you're very pretty," the demon mused, tracing the cheek bone of the visibly trembling girl. She looked to be around the age of thirty, no more, with brown hair that was shoulder length. Of course, it was probably longer when it was brushed and clean, but it looked as if she had just rolled-or had been dragged- out of bed,(and she probably had) all sticking up on one side with little tangles and still a bit frizzy. She was sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back.

"Why are you doing this?" The girl asked.

"Because Lucifer commanded it. He told me too, because he trusts me. This…" the demon gestured to himself, "is just a vessel. He's not the best person for this, but it'll get me what I need." The male demon took a phone out of the jacket pocket. He looked through the borrowed man's contacts before stopping at the S's. There was only one, but that's all he needed. He covered the girl's mouth with his hand and dialed the number.

"Shawn! Shawn, please help. Please come help me." The demon said into the phone.

"Mary?" Came the disembodied reply.

'Mary Lightly' continued. "Shawn, listen. It's Abigail. I- I followed Yin to this warehouse and I just found her here. Shawn, she's been stabbed." Shawn asked for the address and the demon rattled it off while trying to act as frantic as possible.

"Okay Mary, calm down. I'm coming. You aren't far. I'm coming."

The demon sighed with relief, "Thank you Shawn."

"Anytime Mary."

They continued to talk, Shawn calming 'Mary' down. And as Shawn pulled up to the address he had been given he hung up and said he would be there in a second.

He had tried to call Sam and Dean earlier in the day when he figured out this was about Yin, but they hadn't picked up. He knew they were in some deep shit dealing with Lucifer and The Horsemen, but it was still unlike them to not pick up or at least call him back. He and Castiel had talked earlier about Yin, but he wasn't much help because the angel was pretty drained of his powers at the moment. And now he was walking in blind, he just hoped Mary and Abigail were okay.

He hurried into the seemingly abandoned warehouse following the instructions Mary had given him; left, up the stairs, right, right, left, through the door.

"Shawn!" Abigail yelled when he had finally reached them. "He's not Mary!"

He felt something hit the back of his head, and his vision went fuzzy. Then he collapsed into the world of darkness.

What he saw when he woke up made him wish he never had. Made him wish he never remembered.

Abigail's face, usually so perfect and smooth, was bruised and bloody, stained by tears, with sweat droplets dotting her hair line. She was untied, and was on the ground, but she wasn't moving. She tried to, but it hurt her too much, so she just laid there and sobbed.

Shawn sat up, disoriented, with a major headache, and next to the dead body of Mary Lightly. He heard light crying and took solace in the fact that Abigail was alive, no matter what state she was in. There was a noise to his left that made him sit up instantly.

He pushed his headache to the side when his face was assaulted with holy water. He spit some water that got into his mouth onto the dirty, bloody floor of the warehouse.

"Just checking." The person said. Shawn wiped the excess water of his face with his sleeve then looked up to the blonde female. "The name's Jo." She said, sticking her hand out. Shawn didn't take it. Jo huffed and pulled her arm back. "Sam and Dean called me. They said you called them earlier, something about some Chinese shit. They said it was important, and they wanted to come down, but they are working on a case right now. They wouldn't tell me what it was. Anyways, Dean sent me. I'm like the little sister he never wanted." As she rambled on and on Jo was doing the standard routine on herself: salt, holy water, sliver knife, (etc…) and when she finished she showed off her work and said, "I'm clean, now will you relax?!"

Shawn rolled his eyes, "We have to help Abigail. She is not going to make it unless…" Jo nodded her head, not knowing what to say. And it was at that moment that Abigail rolled onto her back. She saw Shawn with wide eyes and let loose a scream that broke his heart because he knew what had to be done.

Shawn woke up panting heavily for the third time that week. "Fuck," he breathed. Shawn sat up, careful not to jostle Juliet awake, and he slid out of the covers as quietly as he possibly could. He padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face. It was only 5, but he wasn't going to get any more sleep. He walked back into the bedroom and put his clothes on. They were thrown round the room but he eventually found them all. His shoes were somewhere in the living room. He sat down on the ottoman and as he finished tying them he slid his phone out of his pocket. But then he thought twice and bowed his head.

Castiel, I hope I'm not interrupting anything with Dean at the moment, but-

"Hello Shawn."

Shawn looked up and saw Cas standing in front of him in his normal get up, sans the trench coat and suit jacket. Shawn also took notice on how his hair was extra tousled as well as his tie not being hooked around the collar. Shawn smirked as he said, "Demons or your boyfriend?"

"Shut up," Cas mumbled, fixing his tie and not even bothering with his hair.

"So demons then? Don't tell Dean, he might get jealous. You know how possessive he gets." Shawn winked at the angel.

"Just tell me what you wanted, so I can get out of here. I don't like sneaking around Juliet. She's a very nice girl, Shawn." Cas' deep voice sounded even deeper when he spoke in a hushed tone. "Don't you think she has a right to know? I mean, you love her right?" Ever since, well, ever since Dean, Cas' speech had become more… human, for lack of a better word. Or maybe human was the best word; he was always the most uptight angel. You could look at Gabriel and see nothing but human, but Cas was, Cas. He was the angel whose 'people' skills where 'rusty'. But he was the angel with doubts. He was the anomaly.

Shawn stopped him. "Cas, that's what I need to talk to you about." He paused to collect his thoughts before continuing. "The dreams are back, Cas. And I do love Juliet. More than anything. That's why I have to leave. I can't put her through the hell I put Abigail through."

Castiel's face softened and he sat next to Shawn on the ottoman. Cas didn't look at him when he tried to reassure his friend. "But she doesn't remember. Abigail has none of those memories. I took them away. I could do the same for you if you weren't a stubborn jackass."

"Cas, keep your voice down, Jules will hear. My point is I need to go before something bad happens again. I wouldn't be able to deal with the knowledge that I harmed Jules in anyway. I would probably sell my soul just to claim my rightful place in hell if I hurt her the way I hurt Abigail. Just, take me to Sam or something, not Dean, because obviously you still have things you left unattended. But I have to get back in. Please Cas?"

Castiel closed his eyes as he said, "Son of a bitch. I can't believe I'm doing this. Okay fine. Fine." And then, they disappeared with the sound of flapping wings. Both completely unaware the girl who sat against the wall of the hallway with tears streaming silently down her face in an endless cascade.