Chapter 4

Oh God, please let that be someone that can help me, Dina prayed. She didn't know who that man was that had her father's face. It couldn't be her father. She didn't care how illogical that sounded. She just knew he wasn't. That thing had black eyes, while her father's were the same emerald green as his daughter's.

Dina felt like she was in one of those sci-fi movies about aliens that take humans as hosts. Whatever was happening, she wasn't going out without a fight.

Dina felt her hopes for a rescue drop to the basement when her father returned. Following him, were two other men with the same black eyes.

"What are we going to do with her?" The taller of the two asked.

"You know we were supposed to capture her, and then wait until Lucifer arrives," her father said, angrily.

"I say we have a little fun with her before he gets here," the other one sneered.

Getting up from her crouch, Dina glared at the men. "What are you going to do?"

The man pulled a knife out of his boot. "Oh, I don't know. I thought we could entertain ourselves with this."

"You're not supposed to play with knives," Dina said, watching the man twirl the knife in his hand. She was trying to stall until she thought of a way to escape.

"We can make an exception," the man said, taking a menacing step towards her.

"I won't take it in silence. The neighbors will hear me scream," she warned.

"Somehow I don't think we have to worry about that," her father said, laughing cruelly.

Dina tried to make a run for the door, but was caught by one of the men. He threw her on the ground like she was weightless. She blacked out for a second as her head smashed into the hardwood floor.

As the man bent down beside her, Dina tried to smash her fist into his smug face. She barely made an impact, before she was restrained.

"Now, now. No playing rough!" The first man said, dangling the knife in her face.

As the knife pierced her flesh, Dina screamed.

Across town, Castiel grunted in pain.

"What's wrong Cas?" Dean asked.

"Dina, there seems to be something wrong with her," He answered through gritted teeth.

"It could be demons," Sam said.

"Or angels," Dean added.

"Can you get us there now?" Sam asked Castiel.

Castiel nodded, and before Dean could protest, they were taken across town appearing on the porch of a small house.

Sam started to ring the doorbell, but Dean pushed his hand away. Before Sam could gripe, Dean directed a swift kick to the door.

"We don't have time to be polite," Dean said, before cautiously going through the door. Sam held his demon knife, ready for anything, as he followed behind Dean.

As they walked through the house, Sam and Dean heard laughter. They opened a door to find three men standing over an unconscious girl.

"What do you think you're doing," Sam yelled. The men turned, furious that they had been caught off guard. Their eyes flickered to pitch black.

One of the demons sneered, "Whatever we choose. She's ours."

"Well not that our conversation isn't interesting, but it sounds more like one of those bad cop movies. So just hand her over, and we promise to make your death as painless as possible," Dean said, annoyed.

"You all seem so sure of yourselves," one of the demons, who seemed like the leader, said.

"Well, we are pretty awesome," Dean said, sarcastically.

Then everything happened in a blur. The demons launched themselves at the guys. Sam stabbed one demon in the chest before it could land a punch on him. Castiel simply smacked his palm onto his opponent's head. With a bright light, the demon was destroyed, while the man being possessed hit the floor, unconscious.

Dean wasn't having as much luck as the other two. The leader of the group was a lot stronger than his cronies. After a few punches, Dean went sailing across the room to hit the floor beside the demon Sam had killed. He quickly pulled the knife from the demons chest, hurling it at the other demon. Shocked, the demon stopped in his tracks, and with a bright light, he crumbled to the floor.

"Well that could have gone worse," Dean said, gesturing at the bodies.

"Cas, can you take care of the bodies while we make sure Dina's ok? We don't want her waking up, and seeing all of this."

Castiel nodded, and in an instant, both he and the bodies were gone.

"We should move her to a more comfortable spot," Sam said.

Dean agreed, went to move her to the couch. "Let's hope she wakes up soon."

"Well while we're waiting, we should think of a way to tell her the truth without her kicking us out of her house."

Dina was slightly sick of the place with the stupid park bench and the ugly bald dude.

"Hello, Dina," Zachariah said, smiling creepily.

"What's with the park bench?" Dina asked.

"Just something in the job description. Have you thought on what I have proposed?" he asked.

"I don't even remember what you asked. A lot's happened since my last dream," Dina trying to stall. She honestly couldn't remember what they had talked about, but she knew whatever he had requested had made her dread another meeting with him.

"Don't play dumb, child," He said, angrily. "You don't want to be on my bad side."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dina asked. She was actually quite frightened by this man. She knew that this whole encounter was more than a dream, and maybe that's what terrified her the most.

"Maybe I should make you aware of what could happen if you refuse my offer," he said, menacingly.

Before Dina could question him further, she was in the worst pain of her life. She felt like she had been caught on fire. Out of reflex, she started to scream.

Then, she heard a frantic voice saying, "Wake up!"

She bolted up. Her heart was racing, and she was covered in sweat. She noticed that she had somehow made it to the couch. Then, she noticed she wasn't alone, but who she saw surprised her. She expected to see her father and the other two men, but she instead saw the two men from her dream. The one with Lucifer.

"Who are you?" Dina screamed.

Both of the men jumped, "Whoa, calm down," the taller one said.

"How can I be calm when my father just attacked me, and then people from my dreams just show up in reality?"

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam…."

"What were those things?" Dina asked, trying to calm down.

"Uhhh…" said the guy named Dean.

"Well there's a lot to explain, but it all has to do with you," Sam explained.

"Do you work for Zachariah?" Dina asked. She was starting to worry that they had been sent to torture her some more.

"You know who Zachariah is" Dean asked.

"He's been in my dreams a few times lately," Dina admitted.

Sam and Dean shared a look. "What has he said to you?" Sam asked.

"I need an explanation. You said that this all has to do with me," she said, meaning the dreams and the attacks. "What did you mean?"

They both shared a look, before Sam began to answer. Instead another voice answered.

"It's because you're half angel, half demon." Dina turned to see a man wearing a trench coat.

"I'm a WHAT?" Dina asked.