Spoilers: Themes from 'Devil's Trap'

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is the property of the CW, the WB, and UPN (may they rest in peace...); some dialogue taken from 'Devil's Trap' and 'The Wish' (BTVS)

WARNING: Anya (Anyanka) the Demon returns in this chapter. However people may feel about her character, (I liked her), I need a bad guy for the fic. She went through 'good' and 'bad' phases...she's in a 'bad' phase in this fic...and I took some liberties with her character...don't hate me...you do not have to know her character to understand the fic...

AUTHOR NOTE: In my last post, I thought there would only be one more chapter...to quote the great Dean Winchester, "I Lied!" (LOL)...anyway I needed two more chapters to finish the story...

Chapter 18

The next few days were tense in the Winchester household. John was dealing with his sons' revelations in his way. He immersed himself in his work at the mechanic shop and on finding a reversal for Dean.

John walked into the kitchen after a long day at work. He paused as the smell of food wafted into his nose. His stomach growled in response. He saw Sam standing by the stove.

"Sam." John curtly greeted his son.

"Dad." Sam answered as he kept his back towards his father.

"Smells good." John forced out to counter the discomfort of their situation. "Where's Dean?"

"Taking a nap." Sam replied as he turned the knob to the off position and gathered three plates.

John thought for a moment. "Dean's been sleeping an awful lot the last few days."

Sam took a deep breath. "I know."

"Nightmares?"

"If she's having them, she hasn't told me." Sam quietly spoke.

Dean tossed and turned in her bed. Strange images bombarded her as she slept. Suddenly she shot straight up in bed gasping. The dreams did not involve her attack, so she did not wake up in a frightened state of mind, but slightly confused. She took a deep breath and slowly rose from the bed. She walked to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She closed her eyes briefly for a moment and began to draw the image that kept haunting her dreams. After some time, she stared at the results. Her hand trembled as she realized that she recreated the object perfectly onto paper. Why did she continue to see this? What did it mean?

Sam and John thought they heard Dean stir upstairs as they sat eating dinner together silently. They waited for some time, but she did not come downstairs. They both thought it was odd. As they cleared their plates, Sam and John decided to check on Dean. As they stood outside her room, they watched as she stared at a piece of paper in her hand.

"Dean?" Sam asked softly.

Dean jumped slightly as she heard her brother's voice. She stood up and faced them. She had a dazed look in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked as he stepped closer to her. He slowly reached out and took the paper from her hand when she did not answer. He looked at it and glanced back at her.

John leaned over slightly to see the paper as well. His eyes narrowed when it seemed eerily familiar to him. He thought for a moment before speaking. "Dean, where did you get this?" He paused when she did not answer. He pushed more, but with a gentle tone. "Dean?"

"I...I keep seeing it...in my dreams." She answered softly as she looked at Sam.

"How long?" John asked.

"A few days." She replied.

"Is this what's been bothering you?" Sam asked. She nodded her head. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't understand what it meant...I still don't." She said as she began to pace around the room. "I thought..." She paused as she looked at her brother. "I thought I was crazy. Having the same dream over and over again." She tried to smile. "Thought I was getting the shining or something like that." She gazed at her brother. Sam knew by the tone of her voice that she was freaked out by this, even though she tried to play it off.

"Let me see it, Sam." John added as he reached his hand out. He stared at it intently for a time.

"Dad?" Sam said when he saw a fire in John's eye.

"I'll be right back." John said as he rushed out of the room leaving Sam and Dean alone. The two were confused at their Dad's reaction.

Sam stepped towards Dean and embraced her. "You can always tell me everything, Dean. You know that." She nodded as her head lay against his warm chest.

Sam and Dean found their father flipping frantically through an ancient text when they returned downstairs. After standing watching him of a few minutes, Sam was growing impatient. "Dad." He said strongly.

"Just wait a second, Sam." He practically growled as he continued to search the book. He smiled when he reached his destination. He bit his bottom lip as he nodded his head. He looked at Dean as he held up the paper. "Are you sure this is what you see?"

"Yes." Dean answered.

John sighed contentedly. "I knew I had seen it before. It's a pendant you drew, Dean." He turned the book, so Sam and Dean could see. "See? It belongs to a sect of demons know as Vengeance Demons. Each one has a particular distinguishing characteristic. The one in your dream belongs to Anyanka. She is an eleven hundred year old demon. "

The two brothers looked at each other. "Vengeance Demon?" Dean asked.

"Yes." John replied as he continued to scan the text.

"Where do we go from here?" Sam asked in a rushed tone.

"I'm working on it." John said in an annoyed tone.

Dean walked away for a moment. "So, that's the thing that changed me?"

"I believe so. She is..." He paused as he read. "She is like the patron of women scorned."

"Scorned women?" Sam said. "I think we'd remember if we dealt with any scorned women or Vengeance Demons. Nothing out of the ordinary happened the night Dean changed."

Dean's eyes widened. "Melanie..." She whispered as she thought of the waitress back at the bar in LA. "But Sam went back. He said 'Christo' to her and scanned the place with the EMF. She wasn't a demon."

John looked up. "These demons can assume human form. Maybe it was someone she talked to. According to this, when Anyanka talks to a scorned woman, she grants a wish."

"So Melanie wished that Dean was a girl?" Sam asked as he glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye. Her face was a blank slate.

"Maybe." John postulated.

"But, Melanie is gone." Sam added. "She doesn't work there anymore. We won't be able to ask her."

"We don't need her. We can summon Anyanka on our own." John continued.

"Summon a demon." Sam asked incredulously. "Here?"

John fought the urge to roll his eyes at Sam's questioning. "This house...Phil's house...is perfectly capable of handling a demon."

"Where?" Sam asked as he looked around.

John reached to the table and picked up another ancient text and opened it to a bookmarked page. "This book is called the Key of Solomon. And this," John pointed to the page, "is a protective circle that can trap a demon in it. It's like a demon roach motel. It is trapped. Powerless." John smiled. "Phil has one on the ceiling of the basement. The ol' bastard was always prepared."

Dean took a deep breath as she turned to her brother and father. "So." She said strongly. "When will we do this?"

"I need to gather a few things." John replied. "But, we should be able to do this tonight." He said with conviction.

Dean stood down by the water, staring out at the quiet lake. She heard Sam's footsteps and smiled as he placed his arms around her.

"Penny for your thoughts." Sam said as he whispered into her ear.

"Just thinking." She replied as she tried to suppress the nervous twitch in her stomach.

"And?" Sam asked in an unsure tone.

"Big night." Dean said curtly.

"Yeah." Sam said as he stepped back and gently turned her towards him. "Promise me something, Dean?"

"What?"

"Promise me things won't change between us." Sam bit his lip when he saw her look down."

"Sammy..." She couldn't answer him. Dean wanted to believe that once she turned back, nothing would change. But, those words could not come out if her mouth.

"Please, Dean...I need you." Sam's voice quivered. "I can't lose you."

"You'll always have me, Sammy." Dean said as she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their kiss was passionate and made them ache in its intensity. As they pulled back, they each had tears in their eyes.

As nighttime approached, the Winchesters gathered in the basement. They reviewed the ritual as they stood in the protective circle. Sam glanced up at the mosaic on the ceiling.

"Are we sure this is going to hold her?" He asked.

"It should." John replied. "But it doesn't hurt to be prepared." He glanced at the weapon arsenal Dean gathered outside the circle.

"Now what?" Dean asked her father as she lay two bottles of holy water next to the guns.

"We'll get started. Remember," John looked at his children, "the source of her power is the pendant around her neck. Destroy that and..."

"I'll be a real boy again?" Dean interjected, a slight smirk on her face. She tightened the belt around her waist. She had changed to her old t-shirt and jeans from before her gender change in preparation for turning back. She had a nervous flutter in her stomach as she watched her father.

"Yes." John answered. "Alright, let's go." He glanced at the text laying on the table in front of him. He grasped some herbs and roots and placed it in a small cauldron with a fire in it. "Anyanka, I beseech thee...in the name of all women scorned...come before me..." Suddenly there was a crash and bright light that appeared. When the Winchesters looked up, there stood the demon, Anyanka, in the circle. She was a petite figure with brunette hair, and wrinkly pale skin.

Her voice was deep and menacing as she spoke. "Do you know what I do to a man that chooses to summon me?" She tried to step beyond the circle, but her action was impeded. She attempted the movement again and yelled in frustration. "What have you done to me!" Her yellow eyes shot daggers at the Winchesters.

John pointed to the ceiling and Anyanka looked up. As the realization of her situation hit her, her eyes widened. "How dare you!" She hissed at them. Sam and John stepped into the circle and after a few minutes, they tied the demon to a chair. After a few moments, she spoke again. "What do you want?"

Dean stepped forward. "I want to know why."

"Why what?" She practically spit.

"Why this was done to me." Dean answered.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She smirked.

Dean stepped closer to the circle. "Stop lying, bitch." Her eyes narrowed.

"Takes one to know one...right, Dean?" Anyanka laughed evilly. She looked up a moment and allowed her demon visage to change to her human face. Sam looked at her and walked towards her.

"You were at the bar." He said quietly. "We bumped into you."

"Pure coincidence, of course." She said sarcastically as she chuckled.

"You think turning me into a woman is funny!" She yelled in frustration. Her face reddened as she tried to regain her composure. She closed her eyes briefly before speaking again. "I asked you a question before."

"And what was that again?" She mocked in a gleeful tone.

"I. Want. To. Know. Why." Dean said slowly and seriously.

"Because, she wished it and I dished it. Those are the rules." Anyanka answered in a very business like manner.

"Who? Melanie?" Dean asked as her eyes narrowed.

"Well, duh! You screwed up, buddy boy, and she was so easy to manipulate." The smirk returned. "You men are so pathetic and uncaring. I never lack for business. I don't even have to work too hard to get a wish out of women. The human heart is so fragile and weak. And human nature is so vengeful and petty. A perfect combination. I've been exacting revenge on you stupid human men for a thousand years. The only thing that changes is hairstyles. All men deserve what's coming to them."

"I was there to apologize to her! Does that even matter?" Dean asked.

"Why should I care? You would have broken her heart either way. So, she wished you were a woman. She wanted you to feel what it was like." She paused. "So, Dean, how is it taking a walk on the estrogen side of town? Was it fun? Painful? I hope you have had the joy of multiple orgasms." Anyanka chuckled as she saw Dean's eyes tear and saw her shaking slightly. "Any heartbreak? Or did you break any hearts?" Her verbal assault stopped when she suddenly felt Dean slap her across the face.

Dean tried to take a few calming breaths. "What did she wish?" She asked sincerely. She really needed to know.

"Does it really matter?" She asked. When she only received a glare in response, she shrugged her shoulders. The demon's voice changed and suddenly she was channeling the waitress, '"You know? I wish he knew how hard it was for us. No matter how far women have come, we still feel like they have to ask us out. That they hold the strings. They have no idea how it feels when men talk to our chests instead of our faces. It's just hard sometimes."' Anyanka shuddered for a moment and her normal voice returned.

"Happy?" She rolled her eyes.

Dean looked at her dad and then at Sam before she continued. "S-so m-my...rape? The hospital?"

Anyanka's eyes darkened as she said in a nonchalant tone. "Just a bonus. I could not have planned that better myself."

Dean's mouth widened as she took a step back, suddenly feeling slightly dizzy. Sam rushed to her side. Dean pushed him away as she glared at the demon. "I won't give you a chance to hurt anyone ever again." She said as she rushed into the circle. She tore the pendant off of Anyanka.

"NO!" The demon screamed as she could not stop Dean's action. "STOP!" She begged as Dean stepped out of the circle and placed the pendant on the table. Her chest heaved. "Give it back!" Her demon face came to the fore as her anger and desperation increased. "I'll kill you!" She struggled against her bindings to no avail. After some time, she stopped, feeling exhausted.

Dean looked down at the jewel and then at Anyanka again. Her tone was quiet. "When I turn back...will I be able to forget? All of it?"

Sam knew Dean was referring to her attack, but he could not help the feeling of his heart breaking when he heard her question. He forced himself to look away.

"Why would I tell you?" She spat out. "That wouldn't be sporty." Her eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Dean took a deep breath and grabbed a hammer from their supplies. With one last look at the demon, she raised her weapon and smashed the amulet. Anyanka screamed as she was engulfed in a light that spread through the entire room. After that, everything went black...

TBC...