A/N: Oh, wow. When was the last time I update this story? Months? I feel so horrible about not having updated this story in so long! I really hope you all can forgive me! Alright, well, without further ado...on with the story!

How is it that it seems like you're not even in control of your life? Like you're just along for the ride? You can do nothing to stop your future from happening even though you don't want it to. Things like these aren't exactly helpful when you're already having issues with your life.

It was about eight o'clock in the morning when Sam, Dean, and Viviane got to Bobby's house.

Sam quickly leapt out of the car and jogged around it to help Dean get Viviane out. They eventually had both of her arms slung around their shoulder and they were holding her up with an arm wrapped around her waist.

They slowly approached Bobby's screen door when Bobby himself appeared behind it.

"What the hell?" Bobby exclaimed as he examined his niece. "What's wrong with her?"

Dean was the first one to speak. "We can chat when we've got her in the house, Bobby. Right now, she needs a toilet to hurk in some more." He commented.

Bobby took one look at Viviane, her pale complexion, her drooping eyelids, and the way the boys were holding her up, and stepped out of the way quickly so they could go in.

Sam and Dean immediately went for the bathroom and started walking faster when Viviane started moaning again. They had had to stop a lot along the way for her to vomit more blood on the side of the street, and it tore Dean to pieces when that happened.

When they got there Viviane immediately dropped and lifted the seat up and vomited violently.

Dean winced when she started making noises signaling she was having a hard time breathing because her body wouldn't stop trying to get the blood out of her stomach.

Bobby threw Viviane an anxious look before turning to the brothers. "Now, you boys best be telling me what the hell is goin' on here. How did she end up like this?"

Sam looked at Dean, mentally telling him he should be the one to say what was happening.

Dean inhaled deeply and ran a hand threw his hair in frustration and reluctance to tell Bobby that his niece was going to be overtaken by a demon queen tomorrow.

"Okay, well, after I got off the phone with you, me and Sam went to Florida to see if we could find her." Dean began, he wasn't very pleased about doing this but he had to.

"We did find her, while she was working," he said, careful not to say anything about her being a pole dancer and a bar full of perverts and drunks, "and we got her to call you," He noticed Bobby nodding, "then after that we went with her to her place to spend the night before we took off again." Again, he edited for both Bobby's sake and his own, "Well, turns out she had a roommate who wasn't too happy to see us there, and they got into a fight. Well, me and Sam decided to let them solve their own problems, so we went out for coffee and when we came back Viviane was unconscious and Tia, her friend, was gone. And it so turns out that Tia is a freakin' mermaid and either Lilith wants her to become immortal or to lure Viviane out so she can kill her before she becomes demon bitch instead of Lilith, which is why she wants Lucifer, cause apparently he has a better chance against her than she does." Dean said the last part fast hoping Bobby wouldn't catch it, but from the way Bobby's eyes popped out and his mouth got very thin, Dean deduced that Bobby had heard every word and was very pissed.

"Dammit! I knew this was gonna happen! I knew it! I told him this was gonna happen, but the stupid ass didn't think it would." Bobby ranted.

"Wait, you knew?" Sam asked sounding as astonished as Dean was.

Bobby inhaled much like Dean has before and sighed, "Yeah, I knew. Right after she was born she had this mark on both of her hips, like birthmarks, but they were black and they formed some kind of phrase in a different language. Her father and I worked long to try and decipher the damn thing but we couldn't. Eventually, a psychic told us. She said it had something to do with her last breath awakening her true form, somethin' like that. Well, I told him that we needed to put some sort of protection on her but he refused, saying the psychic was full of it."

"Wait, that's what those were? I thought she just got some tattoo's to piss her mom off when she was younger or somethin'" Dean commented.

Bobby looked at him suspiciously. "How do you know about them?"

That made Dean stop in his tracks. He had first seen them when she was 'working' and the second time had been when they were at her apartment. It was hard not to notice them.

"Well, she had really short shorts on when she was going to sleep, and I kinda got a glimpse of them." Dean said, trying to make it sound as innocent as possible so Bobby wouldn't want to tear his eyes out.

"Now, why don't I believe you, boy?" Bobby said, menacingly as he inched closer to Dean and Dean couldn't help but lean back a little.

"Uh, well, you should, cause we didn't do anything if that's what you mean." Dean stammered.

Sam scoffed and Dean gave him a warning look before turning his attention to Bobby.

Viviane let another disgusting sound, eliminating the tension between them and alerting Dean to the fact that she still hadn't stopped puking.

Dean rushed in and was immediately attacked with a horrible smell and fought the instinct to cover his nose. Viviane was horribly sick and him acting like a baby wouldn't encourage her at all, so he sucked it up and went over to her.

Bending down he gathered up all her hair and couldn't help want to gag at how much blood she had thrown up. He wouldn't be surprised if she passed out from blood loss there was so much. He also took notice at how her chest was rapidly rising and falling with her frantic efforts to keep breathing in between each violent heaving her body was doing.

It made him sick to think that she was suffering this much and he couldn't do anything about it. It was worse than when the demon had her on his hit list, because then he could kill the son-of-a-bitch and she wouldn't be in danger anymore. Now, all he could do was hold her hair out of her way and watch as she threw up more blood, about a pint and a half was in the toiler already and her body wasn't giving any signs of stopping.

He heard Sam and Bobby approach behind him.

"She hasn't stopped yet?" Sam asked weakly.

"No," Dean replied, "I don't know how to make her stop either."

Viviane started breathing more heavily as her stomach gave her a break. She turned slightly to look at Dean and Dean wished she hadn't.

Her mouth was covered with blood which was now slightly dripping out, and her face was paler than it was when she got there. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and guilt, which only made Dean feel worse.

It wasn't her fault she was about to become something everyone in this room has hated most of their lives. It wasn't her fault that this was happening to her, and she still felt guilty about it. And that made Dean feel more guilty about it than anything.

Dean watched again as her eyes grew wide and she flung her head back to the toilet and heaved monstrously again. He could feel the tremors rip through her and he felt like a knife was ripping through him.

"Ruby?" Dean heard Sam say.

Surprised at this, he turned and saw Ruby standing in the doorway looking at no one but Viviane with pity in her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean yelled rudely.

Ruby adjusted her gaze to glare at Dean. "To help your girlfriend, asshole, now move out of the way." She ordered.

Dean glared and didn't plan on moving an inch but Ruby stalked up to him, holding a strange pouch in one hand, and tossed Dean aside with the other.

Viviane hair fell back in place as she continued to heave more blood but Ruby grabbed her chin and moved her roughly to face her and squirted a black liquid into her mouth and Dean watched as Viviane began choking at first, than guzzled the rest down eagerly. When nothing else would come out of the pouch Ruby stepped back and looked like she was admiring a new invention.

"Feel better?" She asked.

"Yeah, thank again." Viviane managed in between gasps as she tried to get her breathing back in check.

Ruby nodded and turned nest to Dean who was looking at Viviane in shock as relief swept through him. Whatever that liquid was, it looked like it made Viviane a little better. Her face gained some of it color back and she didn't look like she'd want to hurl anymore.

"Now, with you guys being hunters I would think you would recognize the signs of a hex. Especially you, Dean." Ruby scolded.

"A hex?" Sam asked, while Dean rushed over to Viviane and was asking if she was okay multiple times

Ruby rolled her eyes at Sam. "Yes, Sam. A hex. Since there are no hex bags on her I'm guessing someone really powerful had to have given her the hex without the bag."

"But who would have that kind of power?" Croaked Viviane, while she was trying to wash her mouth with a washcloth.

Ruby shrugged. "I've got no clue."

Sam turned to Dean who was watching Viviane like she was a goddess or something.

"Dean, why don't we ask the angels what they know about it?" Sam asked.

Even though his instincts were screaming at him not to, he tore his eyes away from Viviane to look at his brother. "Why? They haven't been exactly useful these past months, Sam. We haven't heard jack from them since that night about six months ago!"

Sam sighed. "I know, Dean, but it wouldn't hurt to ask for their help. Do you really want to risk anything because you could suck up your pride to help her?"

"This isn't about my pride, Sammy, it's more about we have no way to talk to them, seen as how the only way we do talk to them is when they feel like talking to us. So, if I could get their asses down here than I would, but we have no way of doing that." Dean said.

Sam didn't say anything else, just folded his arms across his chest and looked like he was deep in thought.

"So, what you're saying is, I have to watch Viviane waste away because your angel buddies have daises stuck up their asses?" Bobby questioned Dean.

Dean could only nod.

He didn't like it either, he would much rather get Cas's ass down there and tell him to get rid of the demon that was inside Viviane, but seen as how they had no way to get a hold of the angel.

Dean just might have to watch the love of his life turn into a demon, and he may have to kill her. He didn't think that he could kill her anymore than he could kill Sam when he was supposed to be the Azazel's little side-kick.

"Wait," Viviane said, finally speaking up and sounding like normal, "So, you're saying that if we don't get angels to save me, then a demon is going to take over my body?" She asked and everyone could hear her disbelief.

"Dean," Bobby started, "there's gotta be something we can do. We can't just sit here and watch-," he argued but Dean cut him off.

"I know, Bobby! I know! Now, I don't like this either, but there's nothing we can do about it so just drop it!" He yelled as he angrily stood up, completely avoiding looking at Viviane and the others not wanting to see their shocked faces as he stormed out of the house.

Once he reached the Impala he clenched his hands into fists and picked up an old can of paint that was empty in the Bobby's driveway and threw it into the street, not being able to do anything else.

"Dammit!" He yelled furiously. He had to keep from grabbing a crow bar and damaging his baby again the same way he did after his father died. This felt like the same thing, except a little less painful. At least she hadn't sold her soul, and she seemed to want to fight it.

He heard someone follow him outside and felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.

"Dean?"

He spun around and was greeted by Viviane's anguished face. His anger got swept away and was immediately replaced by grief. He was going to lose someone else to a demon yet again, and there was nothing he could do about it.

One minute he was looking at her face which held worry and guilt, all for him, and the next he was holding her tightly against him and trying to prevent tears from falling.

"Dean, it's going to be okay. You'll see. I'll beat the pulp out of her if I have to. She's not going to control me, I swear." Viviane promised, trying to cheer him up, but it only made him hold her tighter until he figured she was probably having a rough time breathing, but she didn't complain.

"I know you will, Viviane, I know." He said, moving one hand to the back of her head and felt a tear drip down his face and in an effort to hide it he buried his face in her hair and sniffed her scent. She still smelled somewhat of sulfur and a hint of rust from all the blood she vomited but somehow he could smell a mix of lavender and orange blossoms, although how he knew those scents were beyond him. He still couldn't help but think that no matter how hard she fought that was a battle that was already lost.

"Alright," he began, and cleared his throat, "How about we go back in there and see what we're gonna do next?" He said, putting some of her hair behind her ear and watched as she beamed at him.

"Sounds good to me." She said.

He smirked at her positive attitude and followed her back into the house, making sure that there were no remnants of his tears on his face or eyes. He would be damned if anyone knew he was crying.

"Alright, well, we need to think of where to put her for when miss 'apostle' decides to show herself." Ruby said as soon as they re-entered the house.

"We could put her in Bobby's panic room. It's demon-proof so the apostle shouldn't be able to get out." Sam offered.

Sam was mostly speaking to Bobby, Dean noticed because it was his niece and Dean didn't know how he would feel about it, and obviously neither did Sam.

Bobby took a minute to think but eventually he nodded, clearly not being able to talk at the moment and Dean knew exactly how he felt. When Bobby gave Sam the okay Dean noticed how Sam was still acting like this was another job but his body was rigged and his jaw and clenched tightly and he continuously ground his teeth together, which Dean knew was a stress releaser for him ever since they were kids.

Sam reached for Viviane, who went willingly, and dragged her to the panic room. Bobby led the way with Ruby and Dean following close behind. Once they reached it, everyone but Ruby went inside.

Sam grabbed the chair that was in it and after placing it inside a Devil's Trap told Viviane to sit down in it, which she did.

"Now we're going need a rope soaked with holy water and salt." Sam told Bobby who nodded and grabbed a long, thick rope out from under a desk that was in it and a large container of salt. Bobby threw the salt at Dean who arranged a circle around the Devil's Trap with it while Bobby went to douse the rope with holy water.

Once Dean was done with the salt circle Bobby came back with the rope which was visibly dripping.

Once Bobby entered Viviane began throwing up again.

"Damn." Dean swore and moved near her and tried to get her to look at him while Bobby made no more movements, just stared at Viviane as she heaved out more blood like before.

"I thought you said it was done for?!" Dean yelled at Ruby, who was standing in the doorway, watching the whole thing transpire.

"It is. That's the apostle coming out now." Ruby said, obviously uncomfortable and she looked like she wanted to jump into the room with them.

"What?!" Dean yelled louder, as Viviane's vomiting became more violent by the second and her shirt was becoming more stained.

"You heard me! She's coming, so you," she motioned to Bobby, "need to get that rope around her now! And you," motioning to Dean, "need to get away from her before she kills you!"

Bobby seemed to snap out of his trance he was in and moved faster towards his niece. Dean quickly stepped out of the way and watched in horror as Bobby wound the rope around Viviane tightly and there was steam coming from where it touched her skin and she started screaming but it was mellowed down by the blood pouring out of her mouth.

Dean backed up and couldn't help but watch as Bobby wound it around her faster and faster, while he seemed to be fighting tears himself. When Bobby was done he stepped back and sat on the bed and stared at her.

Dean couldn't stand to look at her tortured face anymore and focused on Sam whose face probably matched his and Bobby's. His mouth was twisted in a grimace as another shriek/gurgle ripped through her and he winced when the blood seemed to start exploding out of her mouth.

Then, all of a sudden it stopped. Complete silence filled the room and Viviane's head dropped so it hung limply along with the rest of her body, which would have fallen out of the chair if not for the rope.

Dean noticed her body start to shiver and a quiet, low cackling sound was coming from her. Dean stepped towards her and was about to touch her when her head shot up and her eyes were white, not the milky white like Lilith's but a clean, bright white. Her mouth twisted into an awful smirk as her head tipped to the side mockingly.

"What's wrong, Dean?" She asked. "Cat got your tongue?"

A/N: OMG! I finished the second part! Yay for me! Like I said in my top authoress note, I'm so sorry that it took so long. I've been doing TONS of other things, so I hope you all are not too awfully mad at me. And last but not least R&R!

~DarkAngelGrl22567