AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter has language and two big twists.

Plus, I don't want to give anything away, but I hope you've paid attention to the flashbacks.

There are two more flashbacks in here and you need to remember them.

And I have to warn you now that you're about to see sides of Dean and Eve that some of you might not have seen coming.

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"You're angry with her." Castiel told Eve.

Eve shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair. "She's not the one I'm mad at."

Castiel looked her over. "You want revenge on Dean."

Eve shrugged a little. "Don't you think that would be normal?"

"I've been watching humans for a long time, Eve…and I've seen what happened to you and Dean in Hell…you love him. Deep down you do." Castiel told her.

Eve smiled a little for the first time since she'd crawled out of her grave. "I don't think he truly loved me."

Castiel nodded slowly. "Revenge is not the answer."

"He betrayed me—you wouldn't betray someone you truly loved, would you?" Eve asked.

"I've seen it happen—humans have weaknesses." Castiel said.

Eve nodded. "Truer words have never been spoken. So…what does God want me to do?"

Castiel stepped up to her. "You're not going to do it, are you?"

Eve shook her head. "What has God ever done for me?"

"He told me to rescue you from the pit." Castiel replied.

"I've been thinking." Eve said suddenly as Dean started filling up a syringe with Holy Water. "Maybe you shouldn't do this."

Dean looked at her. "What are you suggesting?"

Eve shrugged a little. "Maybe I should do it."

Alastair laughed. "You? You're a newborn puppy compared to him."

Eve turned to Alastair. "Well this newborn puppy is a lot more likely to come back from this."

"You hear that, Dean? Your little bitch thinks you can't come back from this. Did you just give me a speech about how love would get him through this?" Alastair teased. "You are one sad, little girl."

"I'm not anyone's bitch, Alastair." Eve replied, setting her hand on his stomach and burning his skin with her psychic powers. "And I'm not a little girl."

Alastair winced. "You don't have the strength to reach in and pull out any organs, Eve."

Eve smirked. "Oh, I don't?"

"Feisty." Alastair told her, groaning a little as she used her nail to open his burn. "You beat John Winchester by 10 years, Eve. 110 years you were on that rack being tortured—I knew you had spirit, but you have malice. Dean cracked so easily and I shaped him into the monster he is today—and he shaped you."

"I guess I have him to thank then." Eve replied, and shoved her thumb into Alastair's open wound and started to burn his muscles.

"Stop-it, Eve." Dean ordered, coming up to Alastair with a syringe.

Eve looked at him and slowly pulled her thumb out. "Dean…"

Dean shook his head. "I don't want you to torture him."

"Dean, this bastard has hurt me just as much as he has hurt you—and don't try to give me a speech about how revenge isn't the answer because you're getting revenge on him too." Eve said. "Don't think you can do this on your own."

Eve's hand went for Alastair's wound again, but Dean violently grabbed her wrist and held on hard.

"Dean…you're hurting me." Eve told him softly. "You're letting him win."

Alastair laughed and then Dean stabbed him with the syringe and pushed the Holy Water into him, dropping Eve's hand aggressively. The Holy Water stung, and Alastair let out a groan, and Eve back away a little when she saw the pleasure Dean was getting from this in his eyes. He looked at Alastair, who looked at him, and Eve bit her lip.

"You're only upset she's better than you—why would she want you?" Alastair asked him. "Why would she want you when she's afraid of you?"

Dean smiled. "She's not afraid of me."

Alastair laughed again. "She'd never torture you—she'd take it all on herself, and you know it. But you…she was your first—I took you off of that rack, told you there was fresh meat waiting for you, and you carved into her. I knew that she would be the best test because it had been over a century and she still had yet to completely crack. You made her sing, Dean—and you would gladly do it again, carrying your abomination or not."

"Stop it." Eve told Alastair. "Just…just stop it."

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Eve had left the room while Dean got happy with the knife, and she took a deep breath. She went over to Castiel and he nodded, knowing what she was going to say.

"I know why you brought me out—it wasn't Lilith's plan. Screw Lilith's plan. There are like an infinite number of seals, and since we know the ones that were easiest for her, she'll just find new ones. The secrets in my head were just a perk to help you protect some to give you more time." Eve told him, completely frustrated and freaking out.

"You're right." Castiel replied.

Eve put her hand up to her mouth and closed her eyes. "Oh my God."

Castiel nodded. "You know more about the seals than anyone, thanks to your mother. Now you understand."

"The very first document I ever read said that, 'the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell…as he breaks, so shall it break'." Eve told Castiel sadly. "Dean torturing me broke the first seal. I…I helped to break him. This is just as much my fault as it is his…but why the Hell should we be faulted?"

"I told you not to come." Castiel said, and Eve thought for a moment that he was feeling something.

"There is something else you're not telling me." Eve told him, but hearing a scream made her look at the door. "I'm not finished with you, Cas."

Eve hurried back through the door, to Alastair coughing out some blood and still taunting Dean with the knowledge that he had.

"It was supposed to be your father." Alastair told him. "But finally you said, 'Sign me up'. The first time you picked up my razor; the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch; that was the first seal."

Dean looked angrily at Alastair and then he looked at Eve and his face saddened when he saw her sad eyes. She knew all about the seals—he knew that about her. Dean couldn't believe it though, so he looked back at Alastair and then walked up towards him, Holy Water and salt on the demon torturing knife.

"You're lying." Dean told him, his face in Alastair's.

Alastair smiled a little. "And it is written, that 'the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell…as he breaks, so shall it break'."

"Shut the fuck up, Alastair." Eve told him as Dean walked back over to the table slightly broken.

"We had to break the first seal before any others—only way to get the dominoes to fall into place." Alastair told him, happily. "When we win…when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down…we'll owe it all to you: Dean Winchester."

Eve punched her hand into Alastair's wound and he let out a cry as the tears came to Dean. Alastair's head lolled a little to the side and he saw the water dripping on the devil's trap. Eve didn't notice until it was too late, and Alastair had her by the throat.

"You're about to die, Eve—would you like to say anything to your precious murderer?" Alastair whispered, Dean turning around.

"Go fuck yourself." Eve replied, and Alastair threw her against the wall.

Dean came running at him, but Alastair got the better of him as well. Eve tried to stand up to go and help, but the throw had broken her leg. She cringed as she heard every sound that Alastair's fist was making on Dean's face, and then she did it—she held out her hand and started to use her psychic powers.

"Go ahead." Alastair said as he was frozen there. "Send me back to Hell."

Eve looked down at Dean's body lying there on the floor not moving, and she snapped.

"No!" Castiel yelled. "Don't do it, Eve!"

Castiel threw a knife at Alastair and then started twisting it around in his chest, Eve dropping her hand and crawling over to Dean. She checked his pulse while Alastair started throwing punches at Castiel, giving up on not using her powers. Dean was breathing and though he needed a hospital, Eve couldn't let Castiel die.

Sam came bursting in the door and did it first though, and Eve looked at her leg as she began to feel the pain go away. She lifted up her shirt as Alastair told Sam that Lilith wasn't behind the angels being murdered, and look at her stomach as a white, shimmering glow healed the scratches she'd gotten from the pipe. She looked up at Castiel looking at Sam with a terrified face as Sam killed Alastair with his demonic psychic powers, and then they helped Dean to the hospital.

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Eve watched Jeremy and her father through the window and felt a little torn. She loved her brother, and she wanted to save her brother, but she also wanted to kill her father. It wasn't fair that she had gone to Hell when Jeremy had powers too. Castiel kept telling her that she could be saved and that her brother could be saved, but at this point it didn't look like any of that mattered.

"You keep spying on them—sooner or later he will know." Castiel explained to her.

Eve shrugged. "My father is a terrible hunter—he's a much better psychic."

Castiel nodded. "Which is why you should be focusing on the job I gave you to do."

"I'm not doing any jobs for you, Cas." Eve told him.

Castiel sighed a little. "You were always so willing to do God's work before, Eve—he needs you now more than ever."

Eve nodded. "I know that, I just…I can't. I can't reintegrate myself into this world yet. The only person I ever really had was Frannie…and I killed her."

"That was an accident." Castiel replied.

"I've tortured, Cas—and I can't get it out of my head. Every time I think about Dean, as much as I love him, I feel like he didn't love me. We were going to climb out—leave Alastair behind and then he tortured me. One stupid word from a fucking bastard like Alastair and he cuts into me again and he enjoys it!" Eve exclaimed, and then shushed herself and started walking down the street, Castiel following her.

"Look, Eve…you've been through a lot but you need to get over it." Castiel said.

Eve nodded. "Fine…I'll try to get over it."

Eve held Dean's hand in the hospital while he was out, and looked up to see Sam yelling at Castiel on the other side of the door. She wasn't happy about anything that was going on, and she needed answers. So when Sam came into the room to see his brother, Eve hurried out.

"Cas." She said.

Castiel nodded. "You have questions."

"My baby healed me." Eve told him frankly. "My baby is only a few weeks developed, and it healed me. What the fuck is going on that you're not telling me about?"

Castiel looked her hard in the eye. "Your father is a psychic and your mother gave Azazel permission to turn you into one two—you know that already. What you don't know is that your mother is a Fallen."

Eve took a step back. "Are you trying to tell me that my mother is like the next Lucifer?"

Castiel took a breath. "I'm trying to tell you that you have angel and demon blood running through you. When you were little, your mother fed you demon blood—that's why you have such a handle on your powers. Because she's been feeding you demon blood since you were an infant, you exhibited demon powers instead of angel ones. Your baby…healed you…so its exhibiting angelic powers."

Eve groaned, closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair. "I think I'm getting a headache."

"Your presence here is putting Dean in danger—I need Dean in order to save the world." Castiel explained. "Sending an angel to Hell breaks a seal, Eve—I need to take you to a safe place."

"You mean I have to leave Sam and Dean?" Eve asked him.

Castiel nodded. "Yes."

Eve looked at Dean through the door and smiled sadly. "At least let me tell him I have to leave."