Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise; the original concept of this story was inspired by 'To Hell & Back' by EventRider87, but I've added my own spin to things and have received EventRider87's permission to use their idea for this

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AN: In advance, brief reference will be made to what Bela's father did to her when he was alive; I won't provide any graphic descriptions, but considering that this chapter will include a grown man having fond memories of forcing himself on his pre-teen daughter, I thought a warning would be for the best

The Corrupted Innocent

As she blinked her eyes open, Bela only took a moment to assess her surroundings, but the results weren't promising. She was sitting on the table in the Milligans' kitchen, her legs bound underneath the edge with what felt like duct tape when she tried to move them, something pressed up against her back that could only be Sam when she felt it move. Sitting at a chair beside the table was the thing that had taken the appearance of Kate Milligan, humming to itself as it cleaned its fingernails with a knife, while her former father's current meatsuit grinned at her in satisfaction.

"Ah, you're awake," the man said, his tone reaffirming his identity; all the times she'd woken up to find him standing over her bed, waiting for her to 'service' him…

"What are you even doing here?" Bela spat, trying to cover up her fear. "I would have thought Lilith would have kicked you back down to Hell after you blew it with that last Seal?"

"Oh, I lost a few points, but the knowledge of my connection to you was more than enough to keep me in the game," her 'father' chuckled, his new body retaining the disturbing arrogance that had always made her uncomfortable when he'd been alive. "I spent some time finding out more about your new associates, and after finding out what you were up to now… well, I felt that this was as good a time as any to catch up."

"And what are you doing with them?" Sam's voice suddenly called from behind her. "I thought demons and creatures didn't interact?"

"You worked it out?" the Kate-creature asked teasingly.

"Only one thing can look like someone else and isn't affected by any of the tests we ran," Sam said grimly. "You're not shapeshifters; you're ghouls."

"Ghouls?" Bela repeated, looking at 'Kate' in surprise. "I thought they only ate corpses… which explains what your father was investigating last time…"

"For the record, I find that term racist," 'Kate' said, looking sternly at Bela before she shrugged. "Still, you're right about our usual diet; my brother and I just decided to… try something fresh for a change."

"Which is why you don't look like a 'Thriller' reject?" Bela asked, unable to believe the analogy she'd just made as soon as she'd spoken; Dean must be having more of an impact on her than she'd realised if she was using his words like this. "Your last meal was Kate while she was still alive…"

"And I got the chance to chow down on her son," the thing they'd spent the last few days treating as Adam Milligan added, walking into the kitchen with a satisfied smirk. "All his thoughts, all his memories… we really are what we eat."

"Nothing but monsters," Sam said scathingly, as 'Kate' got up and walked around behind Bela. Bela thought she heard something moving behind her, but it took feeling Sam tense up against her back and the sudden scent of blood to realise that the creature had just cut his arm.

"You know, you use that word a lot," Adam's voice said, as Bela heard a slight sucking sound from behind her that put her in mind of a cat lapping at a saucer of milk. "But I don't think it means what you think it does… you define us as monsters because we're not human? We never hurt anyone living, until our father was killed by the real monster-"

"You were depriving people of the last remnants of their loved ones because you wanted a snack; if you can't understand that's wrong, you don't have any right to claim that we're the monsters!" Bela countered, only for Kate to reach over and slap her face.

"And we deserved to be left on our own because of our appetites?" 'Kate' said, glaring coldly at Bela. "The only blessing was that we still had each other."

"For twenty years, we lived like rats until we decided that it was time to step up," 'Adam' said, licking his bloody fingers as he grinned at them both. "And when our colleague here revealed what else we could accomplish… well, why shouldn't we get involved?"

"Involved in what?" Sam asked.

"Blood Will Unknowingly Kill Blood," Bela's father stated, chuckling as he walked over to stand to Bela's side, looking between her and Sam with a satisfied smile. "Oh, it never gets old…"

"Wait a minute…" Bela said, looking uncertainly at him for a moment her eyes widened in understanding. "Of course… the ghoul has Adam's blood because it ate him-"

"But Adam died not knowing that he even had brothers, never mind who they were, so the fact that you know now doesn't matter," her father confirmed, smiling at her in sick approval of her assessment.

"For the record, he was a real screamer," 'Kate' added with a smug grin. "He was actually still alive when we took our first bites…"

"There's no way to know if this method breaking a Seal will work, of course," the demon added, chuckling as he looked between Sam and Adam, "but either way, my associates get their revenge, and this proves to be a very interesting experience…"

"You son of a bitch!" Sam said, feeling like he was turning around to try and look at the speaker. "Who the Hell are you?"

"Oh, you haven't guessed?" her father chuckled, as he reached over to stroke Bela's hair in a sick gesture of 'care' that had always terrified Bela since he used it to hold her down the first time he'd… come to her. "I was dear Abby's father back when I had my original body."

"…You piece of garbage," Sam practically spat at that news, after staring at the man in shocked disgust. "You did that to your own daughter?"

"She was just… so… pretty…" her father continued, looking at her with that sick mockery of caring he'd always used when telling her how 'beautiful' she was as he forced his way inside her as she lay in her bed, trembling in fear and pain as she felt some thing enter her. "So sweet… so tender…"

"Stop it!" Sam yelled in outrage.

"Why?" her father said, standing back slightly to look at Sam for a moment, before he chuckled and looked at Bela. "Oh, did you decide to let this one get my seconds?"

"You were never my first," Bela said firmly; what she was about to say might be sappy, but it felt right if nothing else. "All you were was the biggest monster in my world; the only other good thing about my deal was that I made sure of that!"

"You… had them… heal you?" her father said, glaring at her in outrage.

"Do you even realise what you were doing to me?" Bela spat in indignation. "I was only a teenager and I knew that wasn't meant to go down there at that age; if I hadn't asked them to heal-"

Her head was sent reeling to the side as her father struck her in the side of the face, glaring indignantly at her.

"You bitch," he said, glaring angrily at her. "I just showed you how I cared-"

"You showed me nothing but pain," Bela interjected, glaring coldly at her. "What you did to me wasn't love; it was just a sick, twisted perversion of what you were meant to be to me!"

"I loved you-!"

"You aren't meant to love your daughter like that!" Sam cut in. "Your children should be loved without condition; nobody should want something from their child the way you did!"

For a moment, the demon and the hunter simply glared silently at each other, but then their stand-off was interrupted when the door was kicked down, revealing Dean standing outside with a shotgun in his hands, pointing at the three people standing around his bound brother and lover.

"Hey, assholes!" he said, quickly moving the gun to target the 'Adam' ghoul, shooting it in the shoulder and knocking it back.

"Dean, they're ghouls!" Sam yelled urgently at his brother.

"And he's a demon!" Bela cut in, jerking her head towards her father's spirit.

With that information, Dean shifted the gun to target the 'Kate' ghoul and blew her head off with a single blast.

"Which means head-shots," the elder Winchester said grimly, before he turned the gun on the demon. "And what's your role in this?"

"Checking up on dear Abby," the demon smirked at him. "I assume you're the one she's sleeping with?"

"Abby?" Dean repeated, before his gaze narrowed as he studied the creature. "You were the dad?"

"Bingo," the man said, before his eyes narrowed as he focused on Dean. "And you dared to deflower my little girl-"

Dean didn't even bother to respond to that statement; he simply turned the gun on the man and kept firing, cocking the gun as he unleashed shot after shot against the demon until it clicked to empty. Just as Dean walked up to the other man, 'Adam' leapt up and slammed Dean into the wall, only for Dean to turn around and strike the ghoul in the head. Taking advantage of both opponents being down, Dean continued to beat at the ghoul's head with the empty shotgun, pain and anger on his face as he vented his rage at everything this creature had taken from the brother he'd never known about, before Bela's desperate yell reminded Dean that there was still the demon to take into account.

"Nice work…" the bleeding demon said, smirking at Dean as the two blood-soaked men glared at each other. "Just remember… I had her… first…"

With those words, the man opened his mouth and black smoke burst from his mouth, the host collapsing to the ground with an anguished yell as the last of the demon left his body and his injuries were once again noticeable. For a moment, Dean, Sam and Bela could only stare at the assembled corpses in the room with them in grim silence, until Dean sighed and stood up as he set to work on releasing his brother and lover.

"First things first," he said, his tone firm despite what they'd just endured. "Once you're out, we'll deal with these damn ghouls, find the family of the poor schmuck who got used by that demon… and then we've got a cremation to sort out."

"Are you sure we should do this?" Sam asked, as he, Dean and Bela stood around the pyre that had been erected for Adam Milligan's partly-eaten body. The ghouls had been disposed of in the now-empty grave where they had left the Milligans, and the unfortunate host of Bela's father had been left in a park where it should look like someone had just attacked him, but Dean had insisted on this for Adam.

"You saw the pictures," Dean said, as he sprinkled Adam's wrapped corpse with lighter fluid. "And they couldn't have faked Dad's journal. Adam was our brother. He might not have been a hunter, but he deserves to go out like one."

"Amen," Bela said, nodding in agreement as Dean lit a match and tossed it onto the pyre, just before another thought came to her. "You didn't think about calling Castiel?"

"Adam's in a better place," Dean said firmly. "I'm not going to drag him back to this crap just because I wish we'd gotten a chance to know him."

The three of them stood in silence for a moment as the flames consumed Adam's body, before Dean spoke again.

"You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much," he said, glancing over at Sam

"You two were practically the same person."

Bela was just grateful that Sam looked as surprised at that statement as she did; from everything she'd seen of the brothers and heard about their father, Dean was more like John than Sam was.

"I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know?" Dean continued solemnly. "I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music… But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."

"I'll… take that as a compliment," Sam said.

"You should," Bela smiled over at Sam, hoping that she'd understood Dean's assessment. "You might disagree on what to do sometimes… but you'd both do anything to protect your family from the situation in front of you."

The three of them stood in silence for a moment as they looked at Adam's burning body, before Dean looked awkwardly back at Bela.

"Sorry I couldn't kill your dad," he said apologetically.

"You'll get the chance later," Bela said firmly. "He isn't going to leave us alone."

"On that topic," Sam said, looking at her with an awkward smile, "you know… if we're talking about us protecting family… we're including you in that, right?"

Bela could only blink at that statement.

"Me?" she said incredulously. "After what I did-"

"You've done more than enough since you got back from Hell to make up for that," Sam said firmly. "After what… well, what's been up with you and Dean… and all the help you've been in giving Grandma the chance to adjust to all this…"

"What Sammy's tryin' to say," Dean said, as he looked at Bela with the closest thing to a warm smile he could offer in the current circumstances, "and I'll deny it to anyone else if you reveal I participated in this kinda 'chick flick moment'… but you're not just a friend to us; you're family."

Bela had no real idea how to respond to that, but before she'd even realised that she was doing it, she found herself wrapped in Dean's arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder as she felt Sam patting her awkwardly on the shoulder.

After her father had destroyed her entire concept of family when he killed her mother, she'd never expected anything like this to happen to her… and somehow, the Winchesters, Deanna Campbell, and Bobby Singer- a part of her wanted to include Castiel in that description, but the rest of her just didn't know exactly where he stood with her and the other angels- had accepted her in after her return from Hell even after learning her greatest secrets.

The circumstances under which it had come together might have been terrible by any definition, but she had a family… a family that wouldn't turn on her and abuse her like her father had done to her and her mother…