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- Diana's POV -

I was peacefully asleep for the first time in about as long as I could remember when Sam's phone blared into the silence, making us both jump. We clutched each other, confused, then realized it was his phone and both groaned. He reached out to grab it off the side table while I buried my face in his neck.

"Hello?" he asked groggily. Then his voice became urgent. "What? Why would you- Nevermind. Look, where are you? All right, just hold tight, I'll be right there." He hung up, pulled himself out from under me and jumped out of bed, rushing around to pull on his clothes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling the sheet with me as I sat up.

"Dean and Charlie went after a case. They're in trouble. I need to go back them up."

"Oh, uh uh!" I responded, jumping up as well and pulling on my clothes from the day before. "We need to go back them up."

"No way! You're still learning to control this thing, you could get hurt!"

"Try to stop me," I challenged. I saw the muscles in his jaw tense, his eyebrows pulled together in frustration.

"Diana, Dean and Charlie are in trouble, so I don't have time to argue with you, but I promise you, we'll talk about this later." He stalked out of the room and I followed him, having to practically run to keep up with him.

Damn. One night and we're already arguing.

We raced to an abandoned warehouse somewhere upstate in Charlie's bright yellow car. We found the black Impala, grabbed some extra guns from the trunk and ran around the back, listening hard for Charlie or Dean. We found a window to peek through and saw the two pinned up against a wall by an invisible force, arguing.

A man in a black suit sauntered in, speaking to them casually, waving and flipping his hands as he spoke.

Sam's eyes darkened. "Crowley." But before I could ask him who Crowley was, we were flying through the window and sliding across the cement floor, skidding to a halt at Crowley's feet.

"Hello, Moose," he drawled in a gravelly British accent. I blinked up at him, then looked at Sam.

"Did he just call you Moose?" I asked. Sam rolled his eyes and jumped up, pulling me with him.

"Sammy!" Dean barked from his chains. "What is she doing here?"

"I don't care!" Charlie butt in. "Use your super powers! Get us out of here, this guy's wacked!"

"So you're causing all the ruckus upstairs, are you?" Crowley grumbled, stepping close to me. Sam got between us quickly.

"Don't touch her," he growled, threateningly.

"Shoo, fly," Crowley snapped, throwing Sam against the far wall with a wave of his hand. "Blah, blah, blah."

"Sammy, really?" Dean chastised. "She's not supposed to leave?"

"You keeping the lovely creature from seeing the light of day, are you?" Crowley called to them, then looking at me, smirked and said, "And they call me cruel." He began to circle me. "So, what are you, exactly, love?"

"What are you?" I snapped. "A vulture?"

He chuckled darkly, then glanced at the boys. "She's got a smart mouth." He flipped his hand and I felt like an invisible person and shoved me back a few steps. He frowned at me and waved his hand again. I backed up a few more steps.

"What are you doing? What is she doing?" he yelled at the others, still bound to the wall by invisible chains. I saw the boys' jaws tense up and I bit my lip, starting to panic.

No. Diana, stop. You've got this. You've got this. Stop freaking out about the problem. Find a solution. Find a solution.

Glancing around the room, I took a mental inventory of my surroundings. Taking into consideration that Crowley was obviously a demon, if a powerful one, and he must've wanted me for something, because I wasn't up against the wall with the others, I started trying to think of ways to get him away or at least get the other's out.

"Use your superpowers, Goddess!" Charlie yelled.

"Charlie!" the Winchesters yelled back. Charlie flinched.

"What? She can save the day!"

"What are these superpowers?" Crowley growled. I did my best to appear completely calm and collected.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Crowley chuckled, then spread his arms, presenting himself. With a flourish, he blew all of the windows out with a deafening crash. I cocked an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. Doing my best to mimic his exact motions, posture, flourish, even expression, I threw my arms out like he did and the entire ceiling was swept up into the air, then came raining down around us in pieces. My head felt like it was going to split in half, like when Castiel brought down the barrier.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered.

Crowley smirked, then lifted his hand towards me.

"He's gonna use the force!" Charlie croaked.

As my throat constricted, I copied his movements and saw a muscle in his cheek twitch. I felt like molten lava was rushing around inside my body, cracking my bones and making my blood boil, burning me from the inside out. I grunted with the effort of trying to keep my hold on whatever the hell it was that was freaking this guy out.

When my vision started to darken, I panicked and threw out my other arm, hoping for the best. Crowley visibly tensed, then twisted his face into an awful snarl and disappeared in a puff of red smoke. The tightness in my throat released and I collapsed on the ground gasping for air, my nose gushing blood. The other three fell from their invisible binds to the floor with groans.

Between violent coughing, I hoarsely tried to ask if anyone was hurt.

"We're good," Dean groaned, helping Charlie to her feet.

"Yeah, super good. Thanks, Goddess."

"Hey, hey," Sam rushed to my side, pushing my hair away from my face as I coughed. "Easy... Easy..."

"What is she doing here?" Dean demanded. "She was supposed to stay at home!"

"Not now!" Charlie scolded, swatting his arm. "You can fight when we get back, for now, just bite your lip and go get the car."

Sam scooped me up into his arms and stood, holding me close, whispering something I couldn't hear. When I coughed again, blood sputtered out of my mouth. I hoped to God that it had been from my nose, then allowed the blackness to envelop me.

"No! Please! Make it stop! Dean, please! Help me! Please!"

"Ben! No! My son! Please! Stop it! Please!"

"Lisa! You let them go, you son of a bitch!"

Cackling rang through my head as my eyes flew open. I gasped and coughed some more as Charlie jumped up beside me.

"Hey! Crotchety old ladies! Quit bickering! She's up!"

I started to scramble to my feet, barely keeping my balance as the boys strode in.

"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded.

"Dean, she was concerned for you! She did what she could! Everyone's okay!" Sam argued.

"Yes, and exposed herself to the friggen King of Hell!" Dean yelled.

"STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, shocking them all. Breathing heavily, I whipped around to face Dean. "Who's Ben and Lisa?"

Dean's expression darkened. "How do you know about them?"

"I keep seeing them in my head."

"What do you mean? What have you been seeing?"

"A lot of things. I keep seeing this couple being skinned alive and I keep seeing a little boy, Ben, being tortured and Bobby stabbing a woman and Sam trying to save a blonde girl on the ceiling? Jessica, maybe? And I see a bunch of other people too, but those are the most common ones. There's a lot of violence going on in my head, and I can never tell if it has already happened or if I'm imagining it."

"I have to go make sure they're okay," Dean grumbled, rushing out of the room.

"Dean, wait!" Sam ran after him. "You can't go alone!"

I looked up at Charlie who rolled her eyes playfully at their arguing. She offered me a smile, but I only sat back down on the bed and put my head between my knees, suffering from the fogginess in my head, nausea, and the weight of the guilt that I now felt as a result of worrying Dean and endangering their lives earlier with Crowley. They were right, I should've stayed behind, but I was so worried.

"Charlie, I don't know what to do," I sighed, lifting my head again.

"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down beside me.

"All I want is to help them. I just really, really want to help. But I'm still uncontrollable right now and my power is unreliable. I have no idea how we got away from Crowley, that was dumb freaking luck that I could reciprocate his actions. I could've gotten us all killed and I am so so sorry for putting you and the boys in harm's way and I-"

"Hey," she cut me off, taking my hand. "These guys have done this all their lives, alone, as well as with others, but mostly as partners. They know what they're getting into. As for me, I choose to continue my friendship with them at my own risk. I know what could potentially happen, but I also know that my heroes will always bust down the door to save me. You just happen to have been added to that list." She smiled and pat my hand. "I get that you wanna help. But just be patient with yourself, all right? As soon as you've got full control, you can absolutely take down any and every freaky, monster, demon bitch you come up against. Until then, just focus on yourself, okay? The guys will be okay. They always are."

I sighed and nodded. "Charlie, you're amazing."

She grinned. "I know."

"Can we try to relax a bit?"

"Sure! I think use a bit of rest. What did you have in mind?"

"Harry Potter marathon?"

Her eyes lit up and her mouth stretched into a face splitting grin. "A woman after my own heart! I knew I loved you!"

I grinned at her and we set off in search of her bags, arm in arm.

"By the way," she said, breaking the heavy silence in the empty lair. "You must really like Sam to have gone through with that."

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"

"A showdown with the King of Hell in last night's clothes? That is the ultimate walk of shame!"

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