Disclaimer: The same as last time, it's always the same, it depresses me.

This one is a little short, just to keep you going. It got a little weird at this point. Hope you enjoy it and please R&R, and thanks again to everyone who already has, I appreciate them.

Chapter 5: Angel of Darkness.

She had been working at the bar for almost a week, every night she was offered the same purple liquid. The second night she accepted it readily and it had the exact same effect on her. The next morning Dean had come in and laid into her. On the third night she tried to refuse but her colleagues insisted that she drink it. Life with Dean had taught her how to handle unwanted shots and luckily for her, her colleagues had allowed her to take a drink of beer straight after, she had spat the liquid straight into the bottle and acted the way it would have made her for the rest of the night. The first thing she had done the next day was tell Dean and Sam, the relief on Dean's face at the revelation was enough to make her reconsider the feelings that she had tried to bury for so long. Her actions of the third night had continued for the rest of the week, but aside from the strange liquid and its effects, they could not find anything sinister about the place.

By her seventh day on the job, Eve was tired. Late nights and early mornings were beginning to take their toll and still they had nothing. Between the three of them they were about ready to pack the whole thing in and move on to another job. Then she got the call.

"Eva, it's Anna-Lee," Eve sighed. "Look, I know that you're new, we've got a girls thing tonight in the bar, just us, no men, why don't you come?" She was unable to come up with an excuse.

"Sure, why not? What time?"

"8.30, round the front, we all go in together, Hayley will bring the entertainment and necessities." Nothing rang any alarm bells so she went lightly armed, nothing that could not be easily concealed. So with a knife strapped to the inside of each ankle and a small, silver dirk up her sleeve, it was fortunate, perhaps, that a gun was not easy to conceal, Dean would have forced her to take one of those as well. He was in her room, checking the last of her weaponry when it happened. Her back was to him as she pulled her hair up into a clip in the mirror. He was stood behind her, watching, silent. She smiled at him.

"I'll be alright, Dean, you don't have to watch me."

"Just be careful tonight," he put his hands on hers, taking the clip that she was struggling with and securing it, enjoying the feel of her hair in his hands. "You just came back to us, I'd hate to lose you now." There was no way that he could make it any less of a chick flick moment. No matter what, he had to take care of her. He brought his face closer to her hair, inhaling its scent. She turned her head and whether by accident or design their lips met. It was a brief, fleeting thing but it had happened and it opened the floodgates of emotion that the pair had kept buried for years. He put his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into another kiss. It had an air of desperation to it, like he knew that this may be the only chance that he ever got. She responded in kind, pulling herself as close to him as she possibly could. It took a moment for them to realise what it was that they were doing and when they did they sprung apart like they had been burnt, staring at each other for a long while.

"I, um, should get going," she whispered, confused. He merely nodded and left the room. Eve ran out after him and made her way to the bar on foot, not wanting to be near Dean or Sam until she had figured it all out.

She walked to the bar, thinking all the way, remembering what Sam had said about that strange liquid. It was known as Devil's Milk and it allowed a spirit to take control of a body without the host realising it. When there was no spirit eager for possession, it had other affects, affects that Eve had experienced. It had been the favourite torture of a coven of witches who had been caught in the town nearly three hundred years ago. The boys suspected that the thirteen women were trying to get back in control, how they were not sure. The main problem now was to find the source of their power, since the coven had been caught and burnt, it had to be something that was missed. Eve had been told to keep an eye out for anything else suspicious.

Eleven of the other girls were waiting for her and when she arrived, Louisa unlocked the door and went in. The others followed and Eve brought up the rear, outwardly smiling but inside she was screaming. Something was wrong, very wrong. She did not realise what it was until Hayley arrived. Her eyes glowed with a terrible purple light and her face was exultant. She nodded to Anna-Lee and Sue and the two girls left the room, their eyes were also glowing that terrible colour. A large cup was being passed around and she could see that it was full of that liquid, the Devil's Milk, as each girl took a sip their eyes filled with the purple light and Eve knew that she had found the source of the twelve murders. It was then that Anna-Lee and Sue returned, carrying between them the body of a man. She could not see his face until they tied him to a post in the centre of the room. She tried to stay calm, even as screams threatened to overcome her. The man in the centre of the room was Dean.

Ok, ok so I know that it's short but this felt like the place to end it. Don't worry, we'll go deeper into this in the next chapter, even find out how Dean got caught by a couple of girls. Remember to R&R, I'm gonna be mean, I won't update until I get some reviews here. Oh, and I'm thinking of a sequel, already have the idea, just want to know if any of you are interested.

Artemis