A/N: Vivi here! I'm excited to finally reveal some big plot points in this longer-than-usual chapter! I hope you enjoy reading the latest chapter of Internal Medicine, called Reunion.

For the next two hours, Bobby watched me shoot at old beer bottles and helped me hone my skill. I had just shot my first full ten when I pulled my earplugs out to get Bobby's report on how I was doing. I turned around, but Bobby was gone. He'd taken breaks during the two hours to mind the stove and check his phones, but he'd always announced his departure. Maybe I missed it?

I put the safety back on the gun and walked to the main drive through the scrap yard. He was nowhere to be seen. His old truck was still here, but there was also a new, strange vehicle in the drive. I started walking towards it when I caught motion from the corner of my eye. Turning to my right, I saw Sam sprinting full force out of a row of junkers. "Sam?" I called, totally confused. They'd left hours ago, and they hadn't called to report a change in plans.

"Allison, we need to leave, now." He shouted, still running at me. "Come on, get in the car."

"What's going on?" I asked. He came to stop in front of me and grabbed my arm.

"We need to get out of here. Come on." Sam started pulling me towards the strange car. The jarring motion made me drop my gun. Sam was looking around nervously as we jogged towards the car.

"But Bobby's still here. We have to get him." I said, panic starting to turn in my stomach.

"Dean's getting him. Hurry." Sam opened the strange car's rear door and shoved me in. He got in the driver's seat and pulled away from the house. I righted myself and buckled my seatbelt. Sam wasn't usually so rude or abrupt.

"Sam, aren't we gonna wait for them?" I asked, glancing back at the house. There was no motion that I could see.

"No. They'll figure it out soon enough. We need to get to our safe house." He said, glancing at me in the rear view mirror.

"You're abandoning your brother?" I asked incredulously. "What the hell, Sam? What's going on with you?" I lifted my hand to rest it on his shoulder but as soon as I tried to move it over the back of the front seat, a bright blue energy shocked me and I pulled my hand back reflexively. "What is that?"

Sam looked at me in the rear view mirror and smiled. His eyes didn't look right. His smile didn't look right. His style of speech was all wrong. "Magic."

"Not Sam." I gasped softly. I unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled feverishly at the door handle, but it wouldn't open. We were already off of the gravel side road and onto the highway; other cars were zooming by us in reverse it seemed. "What did you do to Bobby?"

"You should only worry about yourself." It said.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I can't tell you because you'll just tell your sweet little angel."

"Why are you taking me?"

"Can't have that angel interfering with our plans, can we, Allison? You really think I'd tell you everything?" Not-Sam winked at me in the mirror. "The angel and Winchester team are quite the triple threat, you see, and my boss doesn't want anything coming between she and her goal."

"What is her goal?" I asked.

"If I told you that, you'd just tell them. Now quiet down; we've got a long drive ahead of us."

I sat back in my seat and prayed silently to Cas, letting him know what had happened, what road we were on, how sorry I was to have fallen for the ruse, and any detail about the car that I could remember. I apologized for screwing up yet another hunt. I was so panicked that I wasn't sure if my words made any sense, but I had to try anyway.

"What are you doing back there?" Not-Sam looked at me. "You're praying, aren't you?"

"What if I am? Whatcha gonna do about it?" I asked.

He took the steering wheel with his left hand and before I knew what was happening, he knocked me out with his right.

I was surrounded by gray. Fuzzy, out of focus grayness wherever I looked. A darker color emerged from the gray and paused in front of me. I was seated, I think, with something cold at my back.

"Yes, ma'am. You dislike finding new ones very much. I apologize for taking so long to locate her." I blinked hard to try and focus on who was talking. It didn't help much. "No damage was done by me. The Wendigoes you suggested did cut the shoulder, but it's nearly healed now."

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'll take down the warding right away, ma'am. You'll have no problem getting in." The voice sounded male, but it wasn't Not-Sam's. "I understand, ma'am. I'll keep the warding intact until you've finished your urgent business elsewhere. I understand that taking it down will prove problematic at this time."

Something hit my foot hard and I gasped.

There was deep, forced laughter from the darker color. "A very powerful demon. Can't find her own vessel and misses you so dearly that she offers me a place of power beside her once you've been reclaimed."

"…Fisher? But you're dead." I said, confusion sweeping through my mind. I saw the darker color fade away.

Suddenly, my vision was crystal clear. I was in a small gray holding cell with my hands tied behind me. I sat in a cold metal chair and my neck was sore from slumping forward. There was a big mirror on the wall in front of me; a one way mirror, no doubt. My whole head ached; I had no idea where the monologue had come from. I was alone in the room; I hadn't heard the metal door in the corner open or close.

I tugged at my restraints. Handcuffs, and they were tight. My skin was rubbed raw after just a few attempts at freedom. My legs were tied to the chair legs with ropes. I closed my eyes and swallowed the building panic in my throat. What had I gotten myself into now?

The door in the corner clicked open and I debated playing unconscious for a moment. Then I realized that whoever entered had probably been watching this whole time through that mirror. I looked at the entrant. It was Not-Sam.

"Who are you?" I asked, letting my anger through in my tone.

"I'm Sam. Your beloved Sammy." He smiled and sat opposite me in a chair I hadn't noticed earlier.

"No. You are not the Sam I know." I said, pulling once again at the handcuffs. "The Sam I know would never have shoved me and knocked me out."

"Aw, come on, Ali. What's a little roughness between friends? I remember your birthday. January 20th." Not-Sam winked and smiled again. "Let's talk about why you're here. But first…" He stood and pulled out a sizable pocket knife. "Let's take down that anti-possession warding, huh?"

"What? No, don't. You don't know what you're doing. I need that." I pulled madly at the cuffs and wriggled as far away from the approaching madman as possible.

"I know exactly what I'm doing. We're going to leave that location warding intact though. Boss said it'll come in handy later." He knelt beside me and lifted my shirt. One small sliver of skin through my tattoo was all he had to take to render my possession warding useless. I felt the warmth of a small trickle of blood ease its way down my side and drip slowly to the floor.

My eyes squeezed shut and I forced back the tears and mounting desperation. Slowly, like a soft tide on a cool day, the realization of what was happening made itself known to me. I opened my eyes; it was a difficult task as all my willpower and drive to live was seeping away from me with each passing moment. "She's here, isn't she?" I whispered. Blood leeched from my face as I looked at Not-Sam.

He smiled and I could see fear and devious pleasure in his eyes. "She's been waiting for you."

Weakly, I tugged at the handcuffs. I knew there was no way I could get out of them. I didn't have a lock picking set, a bobby pin, a paperclip; I was helpless in that sense. Pangs of guilt and loss swept over me as I remembered the last time I'd been with the demon. Surely she'd try to take away the only things I loved, as she had before. Maybe the only things I loved would manage to kill her before they themselves were ended.

'Cas, the demon hired shifters, I think. One of them looks like Sam. They took me from Bobby's and I don't know if Bobby is okay. Cas, I want you or the guys to kill me as soon as you see me. There's no way for me to get out of this now; I'm trapped and the demon is literally in the building. Don't take any chances. Tell them I said goodbye. I'll miss you guys.' I prayed silently with my head hung and my heart sinking.

Not-Sam sat back in his chair and rested his feet on the table. "Wasn't easy getting Winchester DNA, you know. If you hadn't brought the one into that clinic, we'd have never gotten it."

"How did you get their DNA at the clinic?" I asked, looking up.

"Well, Dean's was easy. That shot had plenty on it after it came out. Sam's was the hard part. We picked over Dean's clothes and through your bag until we found a hair. That was good enough for us. We only need a touch, usually, and then we can collect all the information about the fella from their brains. It's kind of our thing." Not-Sam smiled again. "Did you know that Sam is jealous of the way Dean treats you? It gets on his nerves that he calls you 'Li'. That he feels close enough to you to give you a pet name. And he's jealous that you know how to work on cars and he doesn't. He's frustrated that Dean never taught him. Lots of anger in this dude, you know?"

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, confused. None of it was going to matter in a few minutes.

"Just wasting time until Boss Lady finishes some other business. She wanted us to break your spirits, which is looking like an easy task. Says you were too feisty for her tastes last time around." Not-Sam stood and went to the door. He called out for someone whose name I didn't recognize. "My partner should be able to finish the job. Wouldn't want him to miss out on this fun." Not-Sam returned to his seat.

The door clicked open again and a familiar face entered. "Hiya, Li-Li." Not-Dean's smile was just a little too toothy. "How are your feelings today?"

I felt the bitchface settle hard on my face. "She said I was too feisty, huh? She just wants me to sit back and disappear this time?"

"That's the plan, sweet cheeks." Not-Dean said. "And we're doing our best to make it easy for her to… remove you."

"Like hell. I will not be silenced." I said. "She's already taken everything from me. I have nothing more to lose."

"Sure about that? Ya know, he's got ooshy-gooshy feelings for you, Li." Not-Dean said suddenly. "Would be a shame if your vessel were the one to kill him. Boss says she might leave them alone if you cooperate."

All I wanted to do was punch one of them. "Leave them alone."

"Fade away, Li-Li." Not-Dean said. "Let these miserable little boys have a few more years of life before one of us monsters takes them out."

"Yeah. It's not like you mean much to them. They left you practically unarmed and unguarded at the old man's house. They knew something big was looking for you and they ran at the first excuse." Not-Sam said. "Don't mistake their feelings for you as concern or love, Allison. Do you even know how little it takes to warrant feelings from a Winchester?"

"You just have to be in trouble. Something has to be after you. Or you could just have nice curves. Either one, and they fall." Not-Dean said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall behind Not-Sam. "You're all three. You're nothing special."

"You aren't my friends." I snapped. "I know them."

"Did you know that Dean tortured souls in Hell?" Not-Dean asked.

"Or that Sam let Dean take all the beatings when their father got drunk?" Not-Sam asked.

"How about the fact that Dean thinks of you as a burden because of all the stupid things you've done since they've know you?"

"What about Sam's hatred of his own life? This was never what he wanted and now he feels tied down because he doesn't want to leave you alone with Dean. He doesn't think Dean can keep you from falling off the bandwagon." Not-Sam stood and came to stand very close to me. He brought his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath. "He's noticed how close to killing yourself that you really are, Allison. He sees how much pain you're in and he hasn't done a thing."

"Are these chumps really your friends, Li-Li?" Not-Dean asked. "They don't seem like very good people to us."

"You don't know them like I know them." I muttered, fresh tears falling as all the new information sunk into my brain.

"You don't know them at all, Allison. You don't even know them in the biblical sense." Not-Sam said, returning to his chair.

"Shut it. Give a few minutes alone. To think over my options." I asked softly.

"Only if you end up choosing ours." Not-Dean said gruffly.

"How long until she comes for me?" I asked.

"Couple minutes, maybe. She just had to put down a few rogues." Not-Sam said. "We'll give you some time. By the way, this is the last day you'll see these mugs voluntarily. Let that sink in." They walked out and left me alone in the cold, gray room.

Was it worth it? Was surrendering to the demon and fading away into nothingness really worth the small chance that it would leave my friends alone? Would fading away… hurt? Or was it like freezing to death, where the process is slow but painless? Like falling asleep?

Could I even survive being possessed again?

I jerked at the handcuffs and felt a pulse of fresh blood leak from my wrists. If only Not-Sam had taken down my location warding as well… Not that I would have done me much good. It would have made it easier for the guys to find me, but then the demon would know that and prepare for it. She would kill them long before they had a shot at her.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be quiet. I'd gone days without speaking back at the bunker…

The door clicked open and I looked up to see who had entered. It was Not-Dean and Not-Sam. Another figure followed behind them. They held the door open for her.

"Hello, my pet." She said cheerfully. My brows knit together in confusion. The woman in front of me was the witch that Fisher had been working with. Her skin had boils and terrible burns all over it. The flesh on her face looked about ready to slough off. She was shorter than me, skinny, with blue eyes. Long brown hair.

"M-Melody? But you died, I saw the article." I stammered.

"Oh, no, darling dearest. That was their sister." She motioned halfheartedly to the Sam and Dean shifters behind her. They didn't seem happy about it. "I needed to throw you hunters off of my trail and a burned body that perfectly matched my latest vessel worked flawlessly."

My eyes grew wide. "You're…"

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me, sweetie." She moved to stand behind me and began playing with my hair. "I liked this much better when it was long."

I cringed from her touch. "Leave me alone."

"Oh, dear, but I've searched for months for you. Can't we spend just a little time together?" She whispered in my ear.

"We spent plenty together already." I growled.

"And we'll spend much more in that little head of yours." She turned my chair to the side to face her as if I weighed only a few ounces. "What's my name?"

"You never told me your name." I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

"Guess." She hissed in my ear.

"I don't know." I said.

"Guess." She shouted in my ear before standing and walking around the room. I winced as my ears began ringing.

"Allison?" I asked, thinking that maybe she took my name and that was why she was searching so hard for me.

"No. Guess again." She said in a lilting voice.

"Lillith?" I guessed. I didn't know a lot of demon names, but some came up in my research often enough to warrant memorization.

"No no no. That old gal was killed back in the middle ages by some Levite. Try again."

"Cain?" I asked.

"No. I've always been a woman, you silly thing. Why do you think I only take female vessels?"

"You never mentioned that." I said.

"I didn't? How rude of me. Allison, I am Francesca. In a past life, my husband killed me for sleeping with his brother and banished me to Hell. Hell isn't a very nice place, darling. You should be begging me to keep you away for the next few hundred years. Management down there is terrible nowadays."

"Next hundred years?" I gasped. "There's no way…"

"Oh, lovely, there is a way. I can keep you young and beautiful forever if I want to. And I do want to. I like your vessel very much. Unfortunately, I also want a strong vessel and you humans become brittle after a few decades even if you appear young. My favorite vessel was Carolinda; I had her for three hundred seventy years. Strong little thing at first. Then she became too weak. Can you imagine a three hundred ninety five year old vessel making a life of its own after I was done with it? But she did. I kept tabs on her."

The name Carolinda sounded familiar. It was such a strange name but I could have sworn I'd heard it before. "And you want to keep me for that long?"

"No, pet, I want to keep you for a thousand years, at least. And I can. I just need one more ingredient to cast a spell that will strengthen you into the finest vessel any demon has ever witnessed. Unfortunately, the last time we met, I hadn't been aware that it was already in the works. I cheated myself out of it, really. Didn't check first. I was too eager to rejoin the Volta bloodline. I checked this time though. We're all clear." Francesca smiled at me; it made her face move in unnatural ways. I was sure that her skin was about to fall right off.

Carolinda… That was my great-grandmother's name. Carolinda Volta. "Did you possess my great-grandmother?" I whispered. She'd died long before I met her. My grandfather, her son, had told me about her. She died of what they thought was cancer shortly after he was born.

Francesca's smile faded and she took my jaw in her hand, forcing me to look up at her. "Allison Melissa Ligan, daughter of Robert Charles Volta, son of Charles Volta, son of Carolinda Volta. Your bloodline and my bloodline are one. That is why we are so stable together." She released my face and horror colored my expression.

"So you're my ancestor and you're trying to possess me?" I asked, my voice revealing how disturbed I was with the thought.

"Exactly, darling dearest. And once I have you all to myself I can begin creating the last ingredient for my spell. After I have it and cast the spell, we can be together for a very long time, my love." She said.

"Why do you need to make the last ingredient? Can't you just go find it?" I asked.

"I've tried to find it. It is exceedingly rare these days. That witch, oh what was his name?"

"Fisher, Your Excellence." Not-Dean said quickly.

"Ah, Fisher. He suggested looking through clinical records to find it, but low and behold, he found you. Making it will be so much easier than finding it, I assure you. Even if it means we must be apart for a few months." She said.

"What is the last ingredient?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"The spell requires the blood of five-" Not-Dean spoke up but was quickly cut short by Francesca, who snapped his neck from across the room. Blood spurted across the one way mirror and I looked away, gasping in horror.

"That one always did like to speak out of turn." She said, glaring at his body as it hit the floor. Not-Sam tensed up but did not move or make eye contact with Francesca. "You don't need to know what it is, my sweet." She said softly in my ear. "You may try to take it from me if you know. It'll just be my little secret."

"Why can't I know?" I asked. "Maybe I can help you find it." And find some way out of being possessed for a thousand years at the same time…

"Oh, you will help me get it. You will have no choice. Now, please excuse me while I make preparations to preserve this vessel until she is needed again." Francesca walked over to Not-Sam and took his hand. He followed her stiffly out of the room, stepping over the body of Not-Dean.

I couldn't look at it. I saw her snap his neck with a snap of her fingers and I almost lost it. I knew it wasn't really my Dean, but it was so close, an almost perfect replica. I stared at the other corner of the room until they returned.

"Still there, lovely? Ah, good good." Francesca said happily as she and Not-Sam came back in. Her vessel, the artist named Melody, looked a little better than before; the skin was tighter, the boils not so pronounced. An IV stuck out of her arm and led up to a drip bag, which hung from a wheeled stand. Not-Sam carried an oxygen tank and a mask, which he set on the table. "I've ridden this poor vessel harder than I should have, silly me. She's not as strong as you, but she hasn't exploded yet, which makes her an asset. And she cast that binding spell on dear little Castiel and if she dies, he gets back on his pedestal and we can't have that. My dear shifter has promised to keep her safe for me until I return, cross his heart."

"You aren't going to let her die?" I asked. "She looks terrible. She's got to be in so much pain."

"Melody faded away weeks ago, darling. The vessel is all that's left. I do so hope you'll fade as quickly as she, but my hopes aren't too high. Carolinda took years to fade. She annoyed me so." Francesca massaged her temples. "I'd like to make a deal with you, love. If you stay quiet, I'll leave your beloved pets alone. If not, you'll feel the snap of every one of their bones under your fingers and I'll have them believe it's really you doing it when they die. Do we have a deal?"

I pursed my lips and frowned. "What do you mean by stay quiet?"

"No talking in my head, no thinking at all. No making any sounds while I'm in there. They get so irritating." She said. "We have a deal, then?"

"Don't hurt my friends." I said. My voice sounded like more of a whimper.

"Glad you're onboard with it, sweetie. Let's get on with it. Oh, how I missed this vessel." She rubbed her hands together and smiled hugely at me. I turned my head and closed my eyes, enjoying my last few moments of voluntary movement. Of voluntary breath. Of freedom.

I heard that evil black smog leave poor Melody's vessel, but I didn't look up. Something cold was pushing at my closed lips. After a few seconds, it overpowered me and Francesca took over.

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