I don't know - by the end of this chapter you'll either love me or you'll hate me. I'll leave it up to you!

Either way, let me know what you think.

Jackie stepped into the church, escorted by a vampire who'd been guarding the door.

She gave him a thorough glance, as passing him in the doorway. For a dead guy, he looked pretty good - though the long, black leather jacket he was wearing, made Jackie think he'd been watching too much Matrix

First the pink-haired girl in black leather and now this dude? Seriously - where did Raphael find them?

Though Jackie hardly had any right to comment - in her skintight, blood-red dream gown, her hair in elegant curls, her lips painted with a shade that matched the dress, she looked exactly like Jessica Rabbit.

Well - a tiny version of Jessica Rabbit with small boobs, at least.

Joe, who never wore dresses, hadn't worn them since the 18th century in fact, and who - to Jackie's knowledge - didn't know shit about fashion, had picked that dress from Jackie's closet and laid it out on her bed looking all smug and victorious.

"Wear that," she had said. "And I guarantee that Raphael won't pay attention to the fake rock."

It seemed to be working - at least to the guard guy, who was giving her hungry glances. Jackie made an inwards chuckle, noticing how the look-a-like Neo's eyes glided on her figure, on the dress that emphasized the voluptuous curve of her hip, the narrowness of her waist - the roundness of her boobs that were barely covered. She let her hips sway a bit more than was necessary, as she walked in and left him behind.

The church was dark, full of shadows. There was no light, except for the flickering candle flames and moonlight that entered through the cracks in the boarded windows.

Such a dramatic setting, Jackie thought to herself - but she knew it wasn't just for drama. Vampires could see in the dark - she couldn't. And neither could Joe.

She pushed that thought away, swallowed the nervous knot in her throat.

Am I not a thief? Am I not an assassin? Have I not killed my way through centuries? There is nothing Raphael can do to stop me from getting Sam back, dark or not.

And yet, he managed to surprise her.

One second she was standing alone, the next he was there. A silent shadow dropped from the air to her side. Jackie managed to swallow the yelp that was already on her lips, but Raphael no doubt noticed the jump in her heartbeat.

"You look exquisite." he breathed to her ear. "But I am not surprised, you always had style."

She turned to look at him - the tight-fitting pants, the black collared shirt, and Italian designer shoes- and arched a brow. "So did you."

"So, no more death threats?" he murmured, his voice so soft and dark it made Jackie shiver.

"You wanted to do business, so let's do it," she replied with a slow smile.

"Fine. Follow me, then."

Swallowing her heart back down to its place, Jackie started walking. She was super conscious of every little detail around her - Raphael's dark hair that fell to his shoulders, the flickering candlelight, the sharp sound of her own heels on stone.

And then, she saw Sam.

It took all she had, not to run to him the moment her eyes found him.

He was tied onto a stone pillar, his hands behind his back, his long legs chained at the ankles, he was gagged but his eyes met hers and it almost made Jackie's knees give in. She inhaled a sharp gasp, didn't even give a damn if Raphael noticed it.

Sam was beaten up badly, blood covered the left side of his face and Jackie saw a deep cut on his temple. The beautiful shirt she had bought him in Rome was ruined - there was a deep wound on his chest, and even in the dark she saw the blood that had soaked the fabric.

Primitive rage lit up in Jackie's heart, anger that burned through her veins like lightning. Even without her will, she felt the thunder gathering, a distant rumble shook the walls of the church.

Raphael shook his head and clicked his tongue. "I told you to come unarmed."

"And I told you that if you harmed Sam, I would rip your head off."

Raphael made a dry laugh. "He's alright. Be glad that I didn't turn him. I still might, if you don't pull off that thunder."

As if to prove his point, Raphael pointed to the shadows, and Jackie noticed the rest of his gang. The pink-haired girl who had drugged her, stood near Sam, smirking at Jackie in a way that made it really hard not to kill her where she stood. And on the other side of the aisle, there was Dean - not as bloody as Sam, but just as gagged and equally guarded. A tall, beautiful, blond girl leaned onto the wall near him, the moonlight painting the smooth planes and sharp angles of her face.

There are four of them, and two of us. We can do this. Unless he has a hidden army somewhere.

But Jackie didn't think he did. Raphael had always been a loner, he had never been hoarding new family members as some vamps did. Even four was pushing it, and Jackie was pretty sure that Raphael had turned them all not that long ago. They didn't have that ancient feel to them that Raphael had. For an immortal being like Jackie, they looked young.

"If you try anything, your boyfriend and his brother die," Raphael said. "So don't get any stupid ideas."

Stupid ideas are all I have, Jackie thought briefly but wisely enough didn't say it out loud. She took a deep inhale to calm down and sucked the thunder in with her breath, calling off the threat of the storm. Raphael seemed pleased, a smile played on his full lips, as he sat on the altar and crossed his arms.

"I love the dress," he said, his glance sweeping her curves. "Is it all for me?"

Jackie lowered her eyes. "I wouldn't be able to hide any weapons under this, would I?"

"Probably not," Raphael replied. "I am tempted to search, though."

"Oh, please do. I have nothing to hide."

Raphael walked to Jackie, and as he laid his hands on her bare shoulders, a shiver ran through her spine. He must've noticed it, because he chuckled, his dark eyes turned black, and Jackie saw her own wide-eyed reflection in his pupils.

He smelled like the night and red wine, his breath was cold on her face as he moved his hands on her skin. His palms brushed her breasts, his long fingers moved to her sides, feeling the shape of her body under the dress, her hips, the sides of her thighs. His eyes never left hers, a smile played on his lips.

Jackie could hear Sam's muffled sounds, could hear how he fought to get off the chains, but she didn't turn to look at him. She couldn't. She didn't want to see how Sam would look at her now, as she smoothly leaned her body closer to Raphael.

It doesn't matter. Let him think that I have betrayed him, let him think that, and Raphael will believe it too.

"The diamond?" Raphel asked as he was done feeling her up.

Jackie didn't reply, just gave him an amused smirk. She eased her fingers into her dress, between her breasts, and pulled out a black stone.

"Your search wasn't that thorough after all," she said, holding the diamond in her fingers.

"You sly vixen." Raphael grinned. "Makes me wonder what else you're hiding under that gown."

"Be nice and you might find out. The night is young."

Raphael snapped his eyes off the diamond and back to Jackie's eyes, and a slow smile spread on his gorgeous lips. All too well Jackie remembered how it felt to kiss those lips, how it felt when he laid her down on the bed and kissed his way down her neck, her breasts, her belly.

"Aren't I always nice?" he murmured.

Jackie pointed to the guards. "Call off your guys, and I'll give you the diamond."

His eyes still in hers, Raphael made a gesture with his hand. The vamps guarding Sam and Dean took a couple of steps back and were swallowed by the dark shadows again.

"Send them away," Jackie said. "Out of here. I am alone and unarmed, I am no threat to you."

"No, you aren't." He shrugged. "And that's why I am the one who sets the rules. You will give me the diamond now, or I will kill those boys, I will feed on their blood while you watch and I will take the diamond from you anyways."

"You still need to practice this 'being nice' -thing," Jackie muttered, but she knew she had no choice. "Fine, take it. But after that, you let Sam and Dean go - unharmed."

"And after that - let's have some fun?" Raphael's eyes glimmered with candlelight. "The way we used to."

"First business, then fun."

"Ah, alright," Raphael replied. "Let us seal the deal, then."

He stepped closer, closed his cold hand over Jackie's fingers that were still holding the fake diamond - and then his other hand was in her hair, and he was bending her head back-

- and his lips were on hers. His greedy, cold lips forced her mouth open, his tongue met hers.

A shiver ran through Jackie's body, she gripped Raphael's shoulder with her free hand, to stay on her feet. Raphael groaned into her mouth, kissed her harder, his fingers easing her fist open and gripping the fake rock.

Jackie heard how Sam made a desperate, muffled cry. She heard the laugh of the hated pink-haired vampire girl, she heard her own heartbeat, too fast, too uneven in her ears.

And then Raphael was pushing her away, she almost lost her balance in her high heels. Raphael had the diamond in his fingers, but his face was a white mask of horror and disbelief.

"What have you done-?"

"Dead man's blood." Jackie hissed. "In my lipstick, you asshole."

With a shocked gasp, Raphael went down on one knee, the diamond fell from his hand to the floor. Jackie raised her arm, and called for the lighting, called it with all her might, let the storm rage to her like a hurricane, the fierce wind blew the doors of the church open, and lightning hit the roof with the force of an explosion.

That was her mark for Joe.

The wind roared into the church, and the guy who'd been guarding the door was thrown off his feet and to the floor, his leather jacket flying around him like bat wings. And then there was Joe, beautiful and fierce like an avenging angel dressed in all black, her face white as the moon. Her hair flew around her slender shoulders, as she sliced the vampire's head off with a single swift move of a shining blade. Blood, black like tar poured on the floor, on Joe's clothes. She raised her eyes to meet Jackie's stare, her chest heaving with fast breaths - and threw the blade at Jackie before disappearing again in a flash of darkness.

They had rehearsed this move, and now there was no hesitation.

Jackie's whole body was resonating with power, with the storm she still held on, all her muscles tense, every tendon vibrating with rage.

Her fingers gripped the handle of the weapon in mid-air, and once again it fit into her palm like it was meant to be. The angel blade - the only heirloom she had of her mother - a thing she knew she didn't deserve, but one that belonged to her nevertheless, belonged in her hand, her fingers belonged around the hilt, the power of the blade that radiated from the smooth handle into her arm belonged to her, as she drove it into Raphael's neck.

No hesitation.

And still, her eyes teared up as she yanked the blade and saw life leaving his dark eyes.

He was dead before his head fell off, before his beautiful, graceful body went limp and hit the floor.

Jackie took a raspy inhale. Raphael's blood pooled on the floor soaked the hem of her dress. The angel blade was cold in her grip, smooth and hard and heavy.

From somewhere far away she heard the sounds of a fight, and slowly she realized that the time hadn't stopped. Her heart hadn't stopped, it was still beating raw and painful and alive in her chest. The thunder was still roaring around them, the wind blowing her hair around her face that was wet with tears.

She forced her eyes off Raphael's lifeless face - I won't think about that now, not now- and turned around, the blade ready in her hand-

- and the fight was over.

Joe stood over the beheaded vampire girl, who had been guarding Dean. Joe had a nasty cut on her cheek, her chest was heaving with deep breaths, the katana in her hand was dripping blood to the floor. But Dean was alive, he was safe, and-

Jackie turned around, she barely noticed the dark-skinned vampire girl who lay on the aisle in a pool of dark red blood, a dagger that was no doubt soaked in dead man's blood, buried deep in her chest.

Jackie only had eyes for Sam.

"Sam-!"

The storm slipped off her fingers, the wind died out. She let out a pathetic whimper and did nothing to stop the flow of her tears as she kicked off her useless high heels and rushed to Sam with wobbly knees, with bare, blood-stained feet.

She only stopped as she had to step over the pink-haired girl, and took a deep breath as she grabbed her hair in one hand, the angel blade in the other. The girl's eyes widened, her lips were trembling.

"Please—" She gurgled, blood bubbling on the corners of her mouth. "Please—"

"Who's the stupid slut now?" Jackie hissed and severed her head.

She wasn't going to feel bad for her, not now, even if she knew that girl was probably a victim too, a victim of Raphael's charm and wits and looks. She would feel bad for her tomorrow when this was all over and she'd let herself mourn for Raphael too.

But now—

She threw off the angel blade, gave up the power it had given to her.

"Sam-!"

And then she was on her knees by his side, ripping off the gag, blood poured from his split lip - and he took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes met hers.

"Babe, are you okay-?" her hands were on his neck, on his face, wiping away the sticky blood that was partly dried already. "Are you okay? Please tell me he didn't turn you, please tell me-"

"I'm okay." Sam breathed. "I'm still me-"

And she knew it was true, for his heart was beating in his chest, under that torn shirt as she laid her hands on him, and he smelled like Sam, like old books and cotton with the edge of steel, and some demon blood too - but it was his smell, the familiar scent that Jackie loved more than anything.

She was crying hard now, her whole form shaking with sobs.

"I'm sorry." she breathed. "I'm so sorry-"

"Jackie-" Sam groaned. "You killed him. You saved me-"

"I did."

"That was awesome!"

"I know." And she was smiling through the tears, laughing and crying and pressing her forehead against Sam's.

"Wanna release me?" he asked throatily, his voice dry and raspy - and suddenly Jackie realized that he had been held here in chains for almost 20 hours and that he was just a human. Just a dehydrated, badly beaten, and bleeding boy who was tired, who was hurting, who had almost died.

"Of course." She buried her hand in his hair, kissed his forehead gently, breathed in his scent one more time.

And then, just as she was pondering on how best to release him from the chains - if Raphael had the keys, or if she should just teleport him off the chains—

"Get off him!" a dark, raw voice cut through the now silent church. "On your feet, Now!"

She turned to look, her heart in her throat. At the door, just a dark silhouette of a man against the blackness of the night, but Jackie knew who it was, knew like one knows the reaper who's calling her name.

"Mr. Winchester," she yelped, getting up on her shaky legs. "Hey, It's okay. They're safe. They're fine-"

Her sentence was cut by the booming sound of the gun, by the bullet that buried itself between her eyes.

She didn't hear how Sam cried out, cried like someone was cutting out his heart. She didn't see Joe, who froze on her feet, the katana that fell from her hands to the blood-stained marble floor.

Jackie only saw darkness, and for once in her life, she wasn't afraid as she fell into it.