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

Fourteen

I could feel the blood rolling down my arm as Dean threw a blanket over Diane's body. I think he had seen everything but I couldn't say for sure-I was too focused on the fact that I had just killed a human being. Yes I had killed demons before but demons were a different thing.

"Hale?" Dean called to me, he came over and shook me, trying to get me to focus on something besides the body. "Damn it Hale! Answer me!" He groaned and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to try Sam or Rayne but no one answered. The elder Winchester took my jacket off and ripped away the fabric so that he could take a look at the knife wound on my shoulder. "This is gonna need stitches," he grumbled.

Dean got up in search of the first aid kit and something to clean up all the blood. "What were you thinking Hale?" he demanded to know. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen someone do. Breaking into a mental ward to bust out a patient who tries to kill you, that is ten different types of stupid."

I stared at Dean. "I-I needed answers. I wanted to know what Crowley wanted with me and she was the only one that could tell me."

"What did you find out?" Dean inquired. He grabbed one of those little bottles of vodka and paused for a second, "this is gonna hurt," he told me before he poured the little bottle over the wound. I screamed-well I'm pretty sure I screamed but the pain quickly subsided into a dull throbbing. "Hale, what did you find out? It must have been pretty big for Flowers in the Attic over there to try and kill you."

There was no way I was going to fess up to Dean about Azazel and Crowley and everything…I needed Sam. If I was going to spill it would be to Sam and not the brother who called me a black eyed bitch so I shook my head. "I don't know Dean-she said she wanted out so I got her out. She was a hunter Dean, she knew you're dad, Rayne's dad, even Dylan's dad."

Dean listened whilst he sorted out the needle and thread to stitch me up. "So mum was a hunter and she has a half-breed demon for a daughter, one that Crowley is incredibly interested in that is immune to salt, devil's traps, holy water and Latin. See the thing there is that Crowley only recently became a heavy hitter, before then he was a piss poor crossroad's demon-I'm thinking he's either cleaning up someone else's mess or he's trying to take advantage of that person's mess."

Or it's his mess and he doesn't care how messy it gets, I thought to myself.

"You're gonna need to lay down so I can stitch you up," Dean spoke, pushing me down onto the bed. "And this will also hurt."

I gritted my teeth and let Dean stitch me up as quickly as it could. All I gotta say is that you're not a true hunter until you've got a number of scars happening and I have three in the works. "Thank you Dean," I sighed. "I know you don't like me very much because I'm part demon but thank you."

Dean sighed. "I don't know you," he replied, shoving a wet towel at me so I could clean up the blood. "My brother seems to like you and with the mistakes he's made I just want to make sure he doesn't end up getting hurt again."

"Or freeing the devil from hell?" I added.

Dean shook his head with a laugh. "First time I found out Rayne was what she was I tried to attack her. Dylan knocked some sense into me pretty fast. Things got really hairy for a while-some nasty things happened-you've noticed Dylan's wings? Rayne says they're purple and blue with red."

I nodded.

"Well let's just say there's a lot of mistakes in our lives," Dean continued. "We all screw up from time to time but you're screw ups aren't intentional. You can't help what's happening to you-I just don't want to see Sammy get hurt because of it."

"I'm not gonna hurt your brother," I told Dean. "Sam is the first person in a long time to even give me some kind of a chance. He's helped me clean up my act-Sam is my anchor Dean and without him I'm gonna drown. I understand that he's made his fair share of mistakes but so have you. If you hadn't sold your soul and went to hell, Castiel wouldn't have raised you and broken the first seal that set off Sam's path of demon induced hell. We all make our mistakes Dean, it's human to do so. That's how I hold onto myself by making mistakes because then I know that I am human."

Dean frowned, I could practically see the thoughts going around and around in his head. A moment later, he stood up and walked over to Diane's body on the floor. "Now what the hell am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.

Sam and Rayne came in chatting away about aspects of the case and froze, I must admit, seeing someone sitting partially naked on the bed would have raised some questions if there wasn't blood or a dead body involved. I stood up and Sam crossed over to me in three strides, "are you ok? What happened?"

I glanced over at the body then back at Sam. "She tried to kill me," I whispered.

Rayne knelt down beside the body and lifted the sheet up. "Diane? You're mother?"

"Hale broke her out looking for some answers," Dean answered for me. "She tried to kill her."

"Are you crazy?" Sam asked me.

I shrugged. "Verdicts still out on that one."

"Rayne," Dean called out, "need a little help with the body."

"Why can't Sam help you?" Rayne pouted.

I kept on staring at Sam whilst there was an awkward silence followed by Rayne muttering fine before she started helping Dean with the body. Sam sat down beside me when the two of them left the room dragging my mother's body with them.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" Sam asked me.

"Crowley was acting on orders from Azazel," I whispered.

"Excuse me?" Sam laughed.

"Crowley was acting on orders from Azazel," I repeated. I looked down at my hands and ran them through my hair. "Crowley was acting on orders from Azazel-that was all I got from her. Sam I need to find out what's going on! I need to find out before Dylan and Cas find out because if they know before I know then-"

Sam cleared his throat. "If you're friend Rose is still being ridden around by a demon maybe they'll know."

"What are you suggesting Sam?" I asked him. "We can't hunt down the demon riding Rose-I don't even know where Rose is."

"We'll summon her," Sam answered. "You and me-we'll summon Rose and we'll get that information out of her."

"How?" I frowned.

"By force if necessary," Sam told her. "I care about you Hale." He kissed me gently on the head and got up, "clean yourself up-I'll go and get the things we need to summon a demon. Be back in thirty."

I sighed and watched Sam leave. I was going to sort through my stuff and search for some clothes but John's journal was sticking out of Sam's bag. I'd studied a few things out of the journal but not all of it-maybe John had something in there that I could use.