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_Chapter 6_

"Lust"

Trinity

As soon as I parted from Castiel I became nervous and aware of everything. I kept one eye on the boys constantly out of habit. I had no idea what was going to happen in here.

We walked past the vulgar sign. I looked at it and it brought back so many memories, memories I wish I didn't have.

"Pst…" Sam nodded his head sideways after Dean who was a few feet ahead of us. He apparently just wanted to get this over with. Same, Dean, same. Sam put his arm around me, his hand on my back, and smiled down at me reassuringly. Although they still terrified me, and they didn't know, I was starting to trust Sam against my better judgement. Dean was a different story. He was a wild card, I felt like he was a ticking time bomb.

As we got to the big doors Dean quietly asked, "Do you smell that?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Booze, sweat, and perfume," I was expressionless. I closed my eyes trying to get the familiar smell out of my head. They both stared at me. "Just, don't get distracted or pulled away from each other, okay?"

"K," Dean definitely didn't want to be here. Try being me.

"Yeah, don't leave each other's sights," Sam commented.

I shouldered my way through them, "Let's go," at least I knew my way around this God forsaken place… or so I thought.

The boys followed close behind me as I slowly opened the doors. The inside of this club had been renovated lately, well at least since I had been here. What used to look like a slave camp with plain metal walls, chains, cages, and locked doors with flickering white lights, looked like a nightclub with… enhancements. The ceiling was glowing red and orange, like fire, which the brothers didn't seem to be keen on and that made me curious. The walls were lit up with flowing purple lights and were covered in mattress-like cushions and in between them projected mounted handcuffs and dim, ultraviolet lamps, hanging ropes, chains, and whips. Different shaped and sized cages still littered the room, but chairs, tables, and beds did as well. The lighting was dim and multicolored and various genres of songs played in the background. There were long corridors in all directions twisting away from this circular central room, each of them had many doors with different tags on the handles.

As long as I didn't see anyone who would recognize me, we could get in and get out. I prayed to Cas that we were in and together. I hope he heard.

"Do you see him?" Sam whispered to me.

"Not yet, but keep a low profile."

"Why?"

"He goes both ways."

"Oh," Dean paused in his tracks, "That's mildly unsettling," he furrowed his brows and stared forward again. I rolled my eyes. We walked through heated, sweaty bodies, dancing and moving in provocative ways. Some people were clothed in trashy outfits, some barely had anything on, and others had nothing. I kept my eyes down and I tried not to touch anyone, while not let anyone touch me, but I'd occasionally I'd brush against a back or abdomen, or feel a hand grope my backside or caress my arm. I'd swat them away and see Sam and Dean quickly back away like they had been about to act, until I did.

"It's okay, this is nothing," I tried to reassure them, and myself, that I could do this. We got through the mass of gyrating bodies and stopped where we were, all three with different reactions.

Sam, "Um, okay?" looked kind of confused.

Dean, "Wow," looked interested like a typical guy, his eyebrow lifted and a small open-mouthed grin.

Me, "My God," I was in disgust. In the center of the room there were multiple beds forming a circle around an empty, towering, plush and leather throne rimmed with chains, spikes, and rope. All beds were occupied, by at least one pair each, all doing very naughty things to one another. As we got farther from the dancers, the music faded some and there was a whole bunch of moans and screams. I gagged and turned away.

Dean on the other hand giggled. He seriously giggled.

"Dean," Sam forcefully whispered.

"What?!" he still giggled and shrugged. Sam nodded towards me. "Oh," he cleared his throat and furrowed his brow once more. "Uh, do you, do you still not see him?" he shifted uncomfortably.

I looked around ignoring Dean's obvious arousal and trying to hide my pink cheeks. "No, but I-" before I could finish, I noticed the eyes of all of the dancers and "performers". I felt my own eyes widen and saw the boys look where I was confused. "He's stepped up his game I see."

"What do you mean?" Sam urgently asked.

"Look at their eyes," they were all hazed over with a dark grey coating occasionally flickering red. "They're under a trance, a spell, something. Possessed maybe." They both, instinctively I suppose, scratched their collar bone areas. I had heard of their matching anti-possession tattoos, but had never actually seen them. They looked at me as if I was worried about being possessed. "I'm good, I can't be, I have something similar to those tats," I mean, that wasn't a complete lie.

A deep, thunderous, sultry voice echoed throughout the whole menagerie, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to interrupt our fun, but I have a special announcement." A chill went through my body making my spine stiffen.

Sam and Dean looked down at me and Sam places his big hand on my shoulder whispering, "What is it? Or who?"

"Is that him?" Dean dropped his voice too. We all three had our backs turned away from the throne where the voice was coming from.

I slowly nodded with my heartbeat and breathing picking up. Afraid to move, to speak, afraid of him noticing me or drawing attention to myself, afraid of losing control.

"You can do this. I know you can. We're right here," Sam got really close to me ear. As long as he doesn't notice us, especially me, I should, more like hoped, I'd be fine.

The smooth, yet gravelly, constantly distorted voice, boomed again, "I'd like to introduce you to a very special guest tonight! One of my favorite girls, from years ago! She has grown into a woman now!" A low chuckle echoed, "Everybody give it up for, the sexy, the powerful, Trinity Scarborough!" All that hope I just had? Shot straight to Hell.

My heart may have stopped for a quick second. No, not again. You're not going through this again! No, no, keep it under control. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I felt the boys beside me stand still too.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean closed his eyes and grumbled. He was good at improvising because he turned around and put on a show.

"Hi there! Yeah, you messed up your genders there sir!" Dean smiled across the crowd, trying to ignore Asmodeus's features. "I'm a he now!" he laughed, "It's ah… it's Tristan!" he winked. I don't know how he thought that was going to work, but it gave me some time to recuperate. I turned around even though Sam tried to stop me.

"Ahhhh, there she is," the demon's good eye violated me. I stood my ground though. But it was difficult, he was the same, yet different, he looked more like a member of the Mafia instead of a chain-gang leader. He was sitting sloppily, leaning back in his throne on one elbow and one leg stretched out, the other pulled in closer, chin slightly resting on his hand. He was wearing an all red business suit with chain-link and spiked cuffs as well as a black tie and shoes that both constantly changed with iridescence. His black, shiny, curly, slicked back, ear-length hair framed his tanned face which withheld the marks I left him. His right eye was the opposite of a crossroads demon, black centers surrounded by all red. The left side of his face, including his eye, had been torn open by me, and now was a ragged scar covering the whole half of his face. He lifted a black, leather glove up to his scar and gently touched it, "I missed you, Trinity."

I tried to keep calm, the very smell, the very sight, the very sound of him made my insides curl. With as much confidence I could muster, "I've come to offer tribute!" Wait where'd that come from?!

"Wait, what?" The Sin was confused.

The Winchesters looked down at me in unison and whispered, "Yeah, what?!"

I gave each brother a quick, intense glance. Their faces relaxed some, they understood, did I?

"I've found these two boys and wanted to make a truce. Take them and we'll wave the white flag," I was buying time I suppose. For what, I don't know.

"While they would make a lovely addition to my clan," his voice stopped at he disappeared from his lounging state. A whisper found itself right behind my ear, "I want you."

The boys jumped to action grabbing their demon fighting weapons, but Asmodeus apparently had this planned out. He jostled me into his tight grip and pinned a blade to my throat. I was the only one that knew that that blade wouldn't work, permanently at least. Sam and Dean froze in a battle position. "Good little boys," his voice was softer now, more alluring, more kind. But that was his trick, his mask.

I prayed to Cas to come now, that we needed his help, that we were in serious danger.

Nothing. I looked to Dean, telling him with my eyes that Cas isn't responding.

"Cas! Get your feathery ass in here!" he shouted.

"Silly little girl. You think I didn't know your feathered friend was out there? Hm?"

The brothers and I exchanged nervous glances. "Oh, you didn't think I would know, did you?" he gave a smooth laugh. "Ah yes, the angel Castiel can't hear any of you in here. You're all mine."

Dean

Trinity's face was a mixture of regret and terror. We told her we would protect her. So that's what we were going to do.

"Just let her go, okay? We just want to ask some questions, some strange stuff has been going on, were just wondering if you knew anything," Sam tried to reason, would he believe this? He's a demon, of course not.

"Good try, handsome. When my baby here left me, she vowed she'd only ever see me again," he raised his hand to lightly graze his scared face, "to kill me," a huge grin spread across his face, "once and for all."

Trinity looked at me and Sam, pleadingly. I did the first thing I thought of. Ripping the holy water out of my pocket, I splashed it against his skin. He screamed in agony and his expression went from suave to rage. He tightened his grip on the girl and pulled her and his knife in closer to him and her throat.

"She's mine…" he growled, "my friends can have you two," he spoke to us. Then raised his voice so everyone could hear, "Save some from me, my loves, they look tasty!" And with that, he and Trinity disappeared in a cloud of red, scented smoke. As soon as he was gone, the horde of bodies in multiple levels of nudity, began to encircle us. They grabbed and pulled, Sam and I yelled and swung our fists. These were just regular humans, we could get through this, right?

Cas

I waited in the parking lot for a while, sitting on Baby's hood. Nothing happened commotion wise in my head and in the building that I could tell. It made me nervous, but if anything did happen, they'd call me. I needed to remember, clear my thoughts. The next thing I knew I was standing in Trinity's quiet room in her apartment.

I searched her room for any signs. She had pictures taped to her ceiling above her bed. Some were of what appeared to be her old family and friends, some were of her posing in front of different tourist locations across the country actually smiling. And then I saw three familiar faces in the center of all of them. There was a collage of a few pictures on Sam and Dean, from security scans and mugshots. Then there was a picture of her, covered in gore and grime, her mouth dripping dark blood as well as her hands, covered completely all the way to the elbow. There were two bodies lying beside her with stab wounds in the chest and abdomen, their blonde and red heads resting on her lap motionless with open eyes. There was a pair of burnt angel wings seared onto the floor underneath the blonde one. Tears streaked Trinity's face. She was looking directly at the camera with her eyes being how I see them, black where the white should be, electric, glowing blue irises like an angel's, and the pupil was like a galaxy or kaleidoscope. Her face was one of pure rage and yet behind that was complete and utter sorrow. I could only guess that the one taking the picture was Asmodeus when he came to collect her. And I knew who the two dead girls that she was clutching were, her sisters.

I looked away, I had to learn more. This was sounding so familiar now. But how? I looked through cabinets and drawers and folders. Nothing revealing until I opened a small leather-bound box. Inside there were letters written with different fonts, showing different mental states. They were written on different things, paper, napkins, food wrappers, and other random things. I began to read. They started in September. I finished that one, then moved on…

October

It was driving me insane, well more than I already was. Who was he? The voice was so soothing, yet powerful. I was on a hunt, some demons, no big deal. But there were a lot of them this time. I didn't want to use my "resources". I had to prove I didn't need them, that they didn't make me. But the demons were surrounding my, my holy water was gone and my salt circle started blowing away from the wind and I didn't have anymore. Then all of a sudden my vision blacked out and in the void I only saw two bright blue eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, the bluest blue to ever blue even, like the ocean and sky had a baby and someone painted that color on glass. There wasn't a voice this time, but something inside me told me, like he was speaking, but he wasn't, that this was the same man as before. He didn't talk, only his eyes pleaded with mine to fight back. But they said so much, to not give up, especially like this. It's okay to use them, they were part of me now. I opened my eyes again and I was on the floor with the demons about to go in for the kill. I trusted this man, whoever he was. I listened. I screamed and felt my eyes switch and holding my palms out, I felt power surge through my body. I hadn't used them in a while. It felt so good. So right. When the dust cleared I sat up and looked at what I had done. There were mounds of smoking ash and embers surrounding me. I got a headache again and fell. When my mind cleared inside my head, I saw his eyes again, just quickly, to let me know he was there.

And then I was alone again.

And then another...

November

I was trying to sleep off my stress and sadness. I finally let the darkness of rest take over.

There he was. His whole face, blue eyes, black hair, soft lips, slightly irritated expression. His whole body, tall, strong, trench coat, blue tie and all. There were two more behind him, but they were blurred, I could only make out one was super tall with chin-length hair and the other, still tall but shorter than the one and taller than Blue Eyes, with short, cropped hair. Both very muscular and holding weapons, hunter's weapons actually. If this wasn't nerve-wracking enough, the one I knew looked directly at me as if I were there. But I looked down and nothing was there, I was in a dream.

He took a step forward getting close to me, close enough I could hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth, the others had their backs turned and didn't move. All of a sudden huge black wings opened up behind Blue Eyes. They were shiny and in certain light shifted in blue, green and purple tones. He turned his head so I saw his profile and he examined his own wings. Then he slowly looked back to me and nodded, encouraging me.

"Let it go," he calmly said with that same raspy voice.

"I can't."

"Yes you can, it's okay."

I did as he said and let everything go, my emotions, my thoughts, my tensed muscles. And a pain raced through my back, my shoulder blades cracked and shifted and then it felt like they popped out of my skin. I screamed in agony and felt the excruciating pain subside. The angel in front of me had a faint smile on his lips. He lifted his eyebrows and nodded again, holding a hand out, palm up and gestured behind me.

There were blood red wings protruding from my back. I gasped and almost fainted. I looked around for something like a mirror to look in. The angel twitched his head to the right and I looked sideways to see a glass window (where were we, I still don't know). I ran over and turned halfway around to examine the wings fully. They were made of long, soft, red feathers some with black tips and shafts, but where there were usually the short fluffy feathers towards the area where the wings met the skin, there was a faded, translucent bat like webbing with three sections, the first merged into the feathers, then there was a long, sharp, black bone cutting through and poking out with a barb like point, then another webbed section and another barb, and finally the third section that transformed into my skin the closer it got to my body. I was in shock and awe at the same time. I flapped them and a nervous smile spread across my face. I turned and the other angel had a shocked and almost frightened look about him. He looked me up and down, slowly backing away and stopped at my wings, then my eyes. "What have you become?" was all he said. He said it like he knew me, like he knew me before my sister Changed me. The next moment the black winged angel was nowhere to be seen as well as the two other silhouettes of men.

I woke up sweating. I jolted upright and ran into my bathroom. I looked in my full sized mirror and turned. My shoulder blades were just my shoulder blades. I thought to myself, oh yeah, it was just a dream. I rubbed my back and walked back downstairs. In my kitchen I filled a glass with water and as I was sipping it, a familiar pain coursed through my spine. A few screams and loud bangs and crashes of pots, pans, and glasses later, I was sitting on my hip, palms flat on the floor, wings extended, glass shards around me, some had cut my skin. I looked round me and at my new appendages. I guess it wasn't a dream, but it was one of those angelic visions I had read about.

I replied to the angel who had been in my head minutes ago, "I don't know, why don't you tell me what I've become," these wings filled me with power and confidence, like I could control my abilities easily. Like this was meant to be. I didn't mean to, but my eyes flipped, I could feel it, and a sly, almost sadistic smile found its way to my lips.

My breathing intensified, I vaguely remembered this, but it was fuzzy, like a connection had been severed. Why couldn't I see it clearly?! And apparently I had asked before and had not known, but I knew now what she was, some would say she's an abomination, but I knew she was more than that. She could be herself. She just had to learn and find out how to control it. I got worried, the Winchester's might not be the best thing for that.

December

I don't know what I was thinking. These were innocent people. I was covered in their blood. The white snow was soaked red with at least a dozen bodies lay scattered around me. I stood frozen, a dagger in one hand a katana sword in the other, my wings extended, blood dripped from my hands and face, my breathing was heavy. But I didn't mean to. I thought I could handle the power. I was wrong. The black winged, blue eyed angel was wrong. I killed these people because of him! I felt my eyes change again and power pulse through me. My emotions ran rampant. I screamed and windows shattered and buildings shook, thunder rumbled. Any living person within a certain distance would either be incinerated or their blood would boil, or even some other terrible way of death. I couldn't help it. The powers took over. I wasn't in control.

But then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I whipped around and stabbed a trench coat covered body, screaming. He was solid and didn't move, didn't even flinch. His hand came up slowly and gently placed it on mine, removing it from the hilt of my dagger. His other hand pulled the blade out with ease, like a knife through butter. I stared in astonishment, as I felt my powers surge through me, I almost let go, until I looked into those same blue eyes that saved me months ago. My strength lessened and I felt my body relax some. But wait, he was the one who let me do this, he's the reason these people are dead! I wouldn't have let my abilities become this strong on my own account if not for him! I felt my body pulse again, this time giving off a multicolored light, like a galaxy was exploding.

"No need for this now…" he calmly spoke staring straight into my eyes with his stern but kind ones. He walked over and placed two fingers to my forehead.

The next thing I knew, I was back in my apartment living room. I turned in a circle and he was behind me sitting on my couch. I started toward him. "You! You.. you caused this! I'm not in control anymore! Who are you?!" a crazed look in my eyes with blood still covering my olive skin. I began crying and fell to the floor from pure exhaustion right in front of his legs, "I just killed all of those people… DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

He was quiet for a while. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I glanced over at it. Then the hand touched the side of my face and lifted it to look at his. "You were never in control, you never will be unless you accept that this… this is you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Castiel, angel of the Lord. And you are Trinity, the Nephilim[1] with demon blood."

"How-?"

"It is my blood that gave you your angelic abilities. And your sister… Persephone? She's the one who Changed you, correct?"

My tears stopped falling and my breath quickened, I just looked at him.

"This is why I've been able to communicate with you," he continued, "I've sired you, unintentionally I might add. The demon, Asmodeus, battled with me, somehow getting a hold of my blood to give to you and your other sister, Avari. We didn't know of his intentions, especially with using some of his own blood. I'm so sorry."

"For what?" I sniffled, "You didn't do anything. I'm the one who had to kill them. My own sisters! I'm the one who should be apologizing, praying."

"You had to. It was your destiny."

"Bull shit!"

"I… I'm sorry, Trinity," he grabbed his temple, suddenly in pain, "They're cutting me off, I have to leave."

"No! Please! I need help! I need to understand! Please!?" I gripped his knees.

"This is too dangerous. Be strong and I will see you again."

And with that and the sound of flapping of his black, somewhat iridescent wings, Castiel, the angel who saved my life and opened my eyes, left me alone again with my thoughts.

I sat there for a moment thinking. Then a pain struck in my head, I dropped the letters and clutched my forehead. Thousands of images flashed through my mind at an astonishing rate.

I remembered. I remembered everything. But why had I forgotten?

[1] Nephilim - offspring of heavenly beings who would have intercourse with mortal women creating a superhuman being with angel blood.