++++++ 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 ++++++

Ten

I woke up a couple hours later lying in our bed in the hotel room with the cut on my cheek held together with butterfly clips and when I lifted up Sam's shirt that I was wearing I saw that the cut on my stomach stitched with a gauze over the top. I sat up as a set of loud footsteps belonging to Sam walked over to me, a glass of water in one hand and two pain killers in the other. "Did I faint?" I asked him, a blush spreading across my face.

He shook his head. "Not until I started stitching you up. Rayne and Dean went to grab some food and more pain killers." He handed me the water and tablets and waited for me to swallow them before he sat down beside me. "You ok?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Fine I guess."

Sam dug through his jacket pocket and held out a necklace. "Found this," he fidgeted, offering me up a necklace that had a single angel wing, a pentagram and a brown-yellow gemstone attached, "thought you might like it. The gemstone is fire agate. The woman told me it's supposed to have a deep calming energy that brings security and safety. Fire agate is supposed to strengthen fire base abilities. Apparently it's said to represent absolute perfection," he told me, putting the necklace around my neck.

I laughed. "I'm far from perfect Sam. I'm a half-breed demon with a mother who tried to kill me twice in my life. That's not perfection."

Sam cupped my face and kissed me. "It is to me Hale." He deepened the kiss, the only sound I could hear was the two of us gasping and pulling at each other. Eventually he pulled away and gently kissed my head. "Go have a shower, I'll join you in a minute," he smiled.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom just in time to hear Cyclone Rayne and Hurricane Dean burst into the room. I closed the door behind me, they were arguing about something-I mean really going at it. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gently touched the cut on my face just below my cheekbone.

I should have been upset about Diane attacking me but I wasn't. I was actually in a pretty good place right now…I looked down at the necklace that Sam had given me and I grinned like a bloody fool.

Not even Rayne and Dean arguing about finding panties in the back of the impala-oh wait. Shit! I cursed. I stuck my head partially out the door just in time.

"I knew you were a freaking player Dean Henry Winchester but seriously?" Rayne shouted. "Panties in the impala!"

"Jesus Rayne I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Dean argued back.

"Go to hell Dean!" Rayne yelled, slamming the door behind her. I heard the mustang take off a few moments later.

Sam laughed at him. "What the hell Dean? You two left to go get food and you come back yelling at each other. How did that happen?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter!" Dean yelled. "I know no one who has red underwear with 'the devil made me do it' written across the ass."

I cleared my throat catching their attention. "Dean they're mine."

Dean stared at me. "The devil made me do it?" he asked, glancing back at Sam. "Makes sense, the devil rode Sam's ass and now Sam's riding yours."

Sam groaned. "Really Dean?"

"What did he mean by that?" I asked Sam.

Dean paused. "You didn't tell her that Lucifer wore you to the prom?"

I shook my head. "No-Sam didn't tell me-just that he freed Lucifer-nothing else-Sam…?" I watched him carefully. "What did he mean?"

Sam sighed. "I told you how I freed Lucifer?"

I nodded.

"I was his vessel," Sam confessed.

I took a small step back. "You were Lucifer's vessel?" I asked him. "Well-guess what they say about you boys is true. Anything big happening in this world and you Winchester's area always smack bang in the middle of it."

"Hale?" Dean frowned, looking away from him. "Can you put some pants on?"

"I'm gonna go for a walk," I announced. "Need to get some fresh air." I grabbed a skirt and my boots before quickly throwing them on, heading out the door. I had absolutely no idea where I was going but for the first time in a long time I actually felt safe walking out on my own wrapped up in Sam's over-sized shirt that could double as a dress.

Eventually I found myself a park where Rayne was sitting at a bench eating a burger. I called out of her and ran over to her to sit down. "First of all I wanna apologize about the underwear-they were mine."

"The devil made me do it?" she laughed. Rayne shook her head, "man I don't know what Dean will be more pissed about-the fact that Sam stole the impala or you two had sex in the back seat."

I laughed. "You should have seen his face."

Rayne grinned. "Guess I should go back and apologize."

"Let him stew," I shrugged.

The two of us sat there for a while chatting about random stuff, I asked a few questions about Dylan and Cas and Bobby and Rayne asked me about the hospital incident. I felt somewhat normal around these people.

Rayne was midway through a sentence when she stopped talking, as I looked up I could see three men standing there in the park staring at us. One of them was the orderly Jerry that I had accosted earlier and the other two were doctors. "Demons!" Rayne gasped. "Hale run!" she yelled.

The two of us jumped up and took off running back towards the mustang. As we approached the curb something grabbed Rayne and threw her straight into the mustang.

"This is getting tiring, luv," Crowley growled, appearing off to my right.

I froze.

"So you drop off the map for a month and then suddenly pop up to visit dear old mum," he smirked when I turned to him. He flicked my butterfly knife open and stared at Rayne, "not so hyped up on demon blood now are you, you little bitch?" he smirked.

Rayne picked herself up off the ground. "Go fuck yourself Crowley!" she snapped. "I warned you if I ever saw you again I would kill you."

"You first, luv," Crowley smirked, throwing my knife at Rayne.

"NO!" I screamed. I flung my hand out and the knife froze in midair just inches from Rayne's stomach.

Crowley laughed. "Now someone's been practicing." Then he sniffed me. "Naughty, Hale. Been sleeping around with the Jolly Green have we? Now that simple won't do. Come along like a good little girl."

"Drop dead!" I growled. I grabbed the knife out of the air and flung it back at Crowley. Rayne started the mustang and I jumped in the back seat before she sped off. "I can't bloody go anywhere!"

"What are you?" Rayne growled in the front seat. Her eyes flickered to the rear view mirror. "And don't lie to me-I can see your wings."

"Wings?!" I gasped. "I don't have wings!"

"You're a demon aren't you?" she asked me. "And don't lie to me. I can see your wings!"

I sighed. "I'm a half breed," I told her. "I'm part demon."

"Well that explains why Crowley wants you so bad," Rayne shrugged, taking the news much better than I had expected. "Come to think of it, he did say that he had other arrangements…" she trailed off, lost in her own thoughts.

I sighed and looked back at the park. I'd actually stopped something in midair without passing out, I grinned when Rayne stopped the car beside the impala. Inside the room I could hear Sam and Dean talking to two other people, one I recognized as Dylan, the other one had a graveled voice that I didn't know. This had to be Cas.

"Crowley's here!" Rayne growled, throwing back the hotel room door.

I walked in behind her only to be suddenly slammed up against the wall by Cas, a silver blade held up against my stomach and his hand around my throat.

"Cas!" Sam yelled. "Let her go!"

"She's a demon, Sam!" Cas shouted back. "Tell me what is your business with the Winchesters, demon. Who are you?"

"Hale!" I managed to cough.

"Cas let her go!" Rayne snapped. "She's only part demon, let her go!"

"Say again?" Dean yelled. He turned to Sam, "damn it Sammy! You can't be trusted to be out on your own-hooking up with another black eyed bitch!"

Sam lashed out at Dean, clocking him right in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

"Cas, let her go," Dylan whispered in Cas's ear. "She's not gonna hurt anyone."

Dean picked himself up off ground, rubbing his jaw. "Sit down!" he yelled at me, pointing to the bed. "Start explaining!"

I sighed and sat down.

Where to begin?