Things started to ge really weird here, I think it's a result of my really twisted brain. Thanks again for all of my reviews and I make the sam request as I have in the last five chapters, please R&R

Chapter 6: Demon of Light

It prayed on his mind as he strode back to his shared room. What the hell had he just done? He had kissed Eve and rather than feel angry with himself, or disgusted, he felt elated. This was something that he had been planning on doing for a long time and to have finally had the chance was unbelievable, he just wished that he could know that she felt the same way.

As he closed the door, he could tell that something was wrong. Sam was sat on the bed, staring at his hands. His face was pale and he had dark bags under his eyes. When he looked up at Dean he could see the fear and horror in them.

"Sam, what the hell's wrong? What happened?" He demanded.

"Dean, I know what they want, I know why they're doing it," he sounded defeated.

"What, Sam, if you know..., you had a vision!"

"They want her first born child, Dean, they want her so that they can take permanent control of its body, so that they can return and to make it work, the child has to be conceived as the soul of the witch passes into the mother. They must have been experimenting for years, Dean, but they've got it right now, they know what they're doing."

"Is Eve in any danger?"

"As much as she can be with an evil witch to become her daughter."

"Find whatever exorcisms that you think will work, I'll bring the car around." He ran from the room. It was understandable that in his worry he wasn't paying much attention, so when the baseball bat hit him across the back of the head, it came as a total surprise before he fell unconscious.

He woke up in a dimly lit room, his hands were tied and his head felt like it was about to explode. As he cautiously opened his eyes, the first thing that he saw was Eve stood in front of him. He tilted his head back until it gently touched the pole that he was tied to and he could see into her eyes. He knew her so well that he could see the horror that she was trying so hard to hide. He tried to stay objective, tried to look around the room, what he saw disturbed him, the eyes of the other twelve women all glowed purple and one of them came towards him, a large cup in one hand.

"Drink it, Eva," she ordered, handing the cup to her. Dean tried to shake his head as she pressed the cup to her lips, wetting them with the liquid, he prayed that she did not drink it. She lowered the cup as she looked over the rim at him. "More," the woman ordered.

"Why?" Eve asked.

"Because if you don't do it willingly, I will force you to drink it!" Eve looked down at Dean and he could see the apology in her eyes.

"What about him?"

"Drink it!" Eve pressed the cup back to her lips and this time she did take a drink of the liquid. The purple light swirled into her eyes and she took a deep breath.

"Well, finally," she whispered, her voice seemed different, more confident. "You took your time finding this one, Hazel," she admonished the other woman. She shrugged in reply.

"What do you think of him, good enough to be your father?" The woman that she addressed as Hazel replied.

"He's perfect," she kicked his legs together and straddled them, sitting gently on him as she looked into his eyes. In that moment he realised that this was not Eve, this was someone else. "The book!" She called, running one hand in a caress down his cheek. She closed her eyes and took a slightly shuddering breath and when she opened them, they were back to lilac/blue. She leant in and kissed him fiercely slipping her arms around him and finding a way to press the knife that she had hidden up her sleeve into his hand.

"Cut yourself free," she whispered against his lips, "it's been soaked in holy water, I can't hold her back long. When you're free, wait for the book, then stab that into it as hard as you can, it'll slow them down, if you've got a lighter, that would be a good time to use it." She twitched, blinked and her eyes glowed again. Dean snapped his head back and it contacted sharply with the pole. The stranger in Eve's body stared at him for a moment, then she grinned a feral smile and took a harsh kiss from him that left him gasping as she stood.

It took him nearly five minutes to cut through the rope that bound him, but he was soon free. One of the girls came back with a large book, a book that had been bound by what looked suspiciously like human skin. His zippo was in his pocket, something that he was to be forever grateful for. The thing that had become Eve started to open the book and Dean was on his feet in moments, slamming his hand into the side of Eve's head so that she fell to the floor, dropping the book. He grabbed it and slammed the knife into the front, the book sizzled where it touched the knife and all of the women screamed, purple haze flowing out of them and around the room, heading for Dean. Frantically he pulled out the lighter and held it at the corner of the book, hearing banging in the background as Sam smashed his way through the door, salt and lighter fluid in his hand. Dean's younger brother was at his side instantly, pouring a circle of salt around the three hunters before he tossed a load over the book, along with some of the lighter fluid. The book took light instantly and Dean threw it away from him, watching as it and the thirteen hazy lights burnt.

"You alright, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm great. You got here just in time," he looked up at his brother before pulling himself to Eve's side. "Eve, Eve?" he touched her shoulder and her eyes flew open.

"Dean? You did it?" She sounded a little confused. He pulled her into his arms, resting her head against his shoulder.

"We did it," he whispered, stroking her cheek. "We did it."

"Good. God, Dean, what did she make me do?" Hot tears were pouring down her cheeks and he pulled her tight to him, reveling in the closeness that he felt to her as he held her.

"Nothing, she didn't make you do anything, I promise you, Eve." He could not forget what he had felt when she had kissed him, when he had kissed her. He picked her up as he and Sam began to leave. The twelve other girls were beginning to wake up and it would not do for them to be seen there by them. He carried her into the car, laying her gently on the back seat. She had started to doze as he had carried her out and he suspected that it had something to do with the drug and her fight for control over her body.

"You said that she managed to gain control for a moment to help you," Sam said as he drove them back after Dean had told him the story.

"Yeah?"

"She shouldn't have been able to," Sam shook his head, "I don't care how well trained she is, she shouldn't have been able too."

"What do you mean?"

"Devil's Milk stops the host body from having any control, period. Even if the host knows what is happening, there is nothing that they can do. The only way that she could have fought it off was if she was not entirely human."

"Don't be stupid, Sam, she's completely human!" He tried not to raise his voice too much but Sam's words upset him. They had both grown up with Eve and he had never once thought that she may not be human, her eyes were weird, certainly, and she often knew things that she had no right to know, but she was not some sort of creature, he was sure of that.

They were back at the motel by now and Dean lifted Eve from the car and carried her to her room, the moment strangely reminiscent of that night just over two weeks ago when he had found her. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her breathing was shallow. She shivered in his arms and then opened her eyes, staring up at him as Sam opened the motel door. His brother stood aside as Dean entered the room and lay her on the bed, pulling off her shoes before he pulled the quilt over her. Sam had already gone back to their room and Dean removed Eve's hair clip before he turned to leave the room.

"Thank you, Dean," she whispered, she had watched him the whole time. He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair.

"It's nothing," he muttered in reply. "I almost lost you, Eve."

"I nearly killed you. Dean I..."

"Get some sleep," he kissed her forehead. "We'll talk in the morning."

So what is she? R&R

Artemis