++++++ I do not own Supernatural or any affiliated characters apart from my OC Hale. Rayne Murphy and Dylan Singer belong to Jazzy-Winchester and Hunter's Angel ++++++

Nine

Sam and Dean found the two of us in a dank, dark basement underneath town hall a couple hours later bringing lunch at the same time. I was sitting on the floor whilst Rayne sat at the table with a couple of boxes of files between the two of us.

"What have you found?" Dean asked Rayne, kissing her on the top of the head and putting our lunch on the table. "Got worried when you didn't come meet up with us."

"Well we went to the crime scene earlier and got directed to the local hospital to speak to the doctor about the last vic's daughter who witnessed the whole thing," Rayne sprouted off. "Hale almost blew our cover accosting an orderly."

"What?" Dean growled. He turned to Sam with an 'I told you so' look on his face but didn't say anything. "How?"

Sam picked up a sheet of paper and frowned. "What's this got to do with babies born in the early ninety's?"

I looked up at Sam. "Whilst Rayne was talking with the doctor about Ebony I heard an orderly talking to a patient, telling her that it was time for her session. He called her Miss Winters."

Dean scoffed. "Just because he called her Miss Winters doesn't mean she's your mother," he told me.

"I'd be thinking the same way," I declared, picking myself up off the floor, "if he hadn't told me that she'd been there for twenty years after being declared mentally unfit to stand trial for trying to cut her unborn baby out of her stomach and said child's name wasn't Melinda Winters." I slammed a sheet of paper down on the table in front of Dean. "Melinda Hale Winters, born October 31st 1989 by emergency surgery at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital, delivered two months early due to the fact that she almost killed the baby." I slammed another sheet of paper down on the table, "baby moved to Orangewood Children's Home in Orange, California on December 19th 1989. That's where I grew up until I almost got adopted. So it's not just a coincidence that this is happening. These women have only been dying like this for a month and that's how long it's been since I dropped off the radar which means it has to be Crowley. I have to speak to that woman!"

"You're name's Melinda?" was what Dean asked me.

I groaned in frustration. "Damn it Dean!"

Rayne and Sam spun around to look at me, amusement littered their faces.

Dean sighed. "Sammy-you work this with Hale. Rayne and I will work the other side of the case." He pointed at me, "but if you mess this up, so help me god it's back to Bobby's until you learn how to be a team player-got it?" he asked, giving Sam the keys to the impala.

I nodded. "Got it." I kept the file aside that I wanted to keep and started packing everything up to leave on the table for the clerk as we were instructed. Rayne and Dean slipped out leaving me and Sam alone who had a pretty concerned look on his face whilst he watched me.

"You ok?" Sam asked me.

"Why would she cut me out?" I whispered. "Why would she try and kill me? I don't understand Sam. I was just a baby."

Sam came over and hugged me. "Look I can't give you an answer but I can help you get one. Maybe we can go and talk with this woman and she gives you the answers or we're gonna have to summon Crowley and get them off him."

I shook my head. "No. That man has caused so much death-I can't bare him hurting you." I broke away, grabbing my jacket and the file which I slipped in the back of my pants, Sam laughed at me as I tried walking nonchalantly out of the front doors.

We made our way back to the hospital and spoke to a different nurse about seeing Diane Winters. The nurse made a bigger fuss about Diane not having any visitors at all apart from her brother once or twice a year when she took them to her room. The door to the room was open allowing the patients to walk in and out as they pleased, Diane was sitting in her chair by the window staring vacantly into nothing.

Once the nurse left us, I knelt down in front of Diane and took her fragile hand in mine. "Diane?" I whispered, the name feeling weird on my lips but not as weird as calling her mum would sound. "Diane…my name is Melinda…do you recognize me?"

Her eyes flickered over my face and a shadow of panic descended on her. "You…look like him…Crowley…"

"That's who I need to talk to you about," I spoke. "Crowley…why is he chasing me? What does he want with me? What did he do to you?"

She laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh or an angry one, it was…for a lack of a better word-demented. "Blood…" she whispered. "Came to me…night…made me drink…raped me."

"Why?" I asked. I could sense Sam behind me, he was worried, his thoughts were leaking through my barrier and he was doing everything he could to hold himself back. "What was his purpose? I have to know."

"Demon spawn!" she snarled, reaching out quicker than I could stop her and slashing something sharp straight across my face. I fell back on the floor, a warm wet substance rolling down my face. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!" She launched herself out of the chair with strength I didn't think would be possible for someone in her condition and tried to stab me with a scalpel.

"HELP!" Sam roared, grabbing Diane off me when she slashed me across the stomach. He ripped the scalpel out of her hands just as several orderlies came running in.

"Kill her!" she screamed at me as the orderlies struggled to strap her to the bed. "He's got plans for her! Kill her!"

Sam picked me up off the floor and checked the cut on my stomach. "It's shallow but it will need stiches," he told me. "We better get out of here before they call the police," he murmured just loud enough so I could hear whilst the orderlies went to drug Diane. Same steered me out of the room, I looked back trying to process what had just happened but the only thing I could come up with was that she'd ruined my new shirt.