Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show, The Vampire Diaries or Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fiction. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. The original stories were developed using SPN episode content up until 02/11/10 and this one may include anything up through 2019. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 15, though my story took its turn after SPN Season 4. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, "Mission," "Prelude," and "Bound." This story takes place where Prelude left off and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes. Any lyrics mentioned in this story do not belong to me are the property of their original writers.

"SAY NO, APRIL! You can't say yes to these psycho bitches!"
Wes was panicking, struggling against his captor's grasp. Jenny seized his throat, causing his cries to become strangled gasps.

His words jogged her memory. In her dream, while locked in the cell, Jesse also told her she not to say yes. She had been confused at the meaning, but now she understood. It was for this exact moment. April could not grant permission to become the vessel.

April stood her ground, raising her chin defiantly. "No."

"No," Elisabeth mocked. "No?"

"Are you deaf? You heard me. I said NO," April repeated, this time with more authority.

Marion's golden curls bounced as she laughed at her grand niece. "Dear child, you are in no position to decline. Do you even know who you are dealing with here? We could kill you in an instant!"

"Then kill me," April bluffed. "So, go ahead! I'm the last, right; the last possible summoning vessel? Kill me and end this!"

"No! Don't lay a goddamn finger on her or so help me," her mother screeched through her fangs from further back in the room.

Elisabeth and Marion laughed in unison.

"So help you what, Abigail? You are in no position to demand anything from us-but I suppose you could be of use-as leverage," Elisabeth smiled devilishly. "Declan!"

Declan gripped Abby by the throat, squeezing to get his point across. She watched her mother's face turn reddish-purple as her frantic hands tore at the hand around her neck.

"It's not worth it, April-," she gasped as the large vampire squeezed her throat.

April closed her eyes to avoid witnessing her mother's strangling. "I said NO, BITCH!"

"My, you certainly have spirit," Elisabeth sneered. She acted as if she could hear something and peered over her shoulder to Wes. "But-maybe we need something else to convince you. Jenny, my dear? I know you've waited a long time for this-"

Jenny spitefully grinned and wrapped Wesley's arm around his chest and held a knife to his throat so tight it drew blood. April's heart sank. Jenny must have noticed her reaction because it only made the golden blonde vampire dig into his neck further, now causing a steady trickle of scarlet.

"You-can't-," Wesley gasped and hacked as the blade drove further into his flesh.

April wanted to turn away as she had for her mother. She tried in vain to ignore his request. If she kept turning them down, the worst that could happen is they would all die. Dying would be a better option than allowing a demon to return. The least she could do was prevent the destruction that Lilith would surely bring to everyone. But she couldn't avoid his gaze, and her eyes met his, and she could see that he accepted Jenny taking him out if it meant April didn't submit. She knew that two people she cared about were okay with dying in this scenario. It was the best option. But, she couldn't damn them-not if there was a chance they could survive. If she said yes, she would die, but maybe there was a way that some of them could make it-

April shut her green, wet eyes and sighed. "Wait. If I say yes-Wes and my mother need to go alive and free. If you agree to that, to let them go, I will do what you ask. Do we have a deal?"

Elisabeth contemplated for a moment while Wes protested as loudly as he could with a dagger at his throat. "You drive a hard bargain, April. You're a lot like your mother over there. Fine. We have a deal. As soon as Lilith is inside you, they leave. You have my word."

"Then yes, I'll do it."

April was silently crying. Abby shut her eyes to escape the horror, scanning through her mind for something that could be of use. There had to be something, anything, that could be valuable. And then it hit her-the spells her mother had circled in red. The one had marked because it was a powerful demonic exorcism. Another was a binding spell. Abby had seen that type of magic in the past useful on lower level demons, but Lilith? She was not as confident. It would be a trial by fire. It might work, or it might not. If it did not-but what options did she have? She truly believed her mother would not have put it in her journal if it couldn't work. Now she just needed to identify the right, exact moment to strike.

The Dark Moon was now directly overhead as the ritual was ready to proceed, but this time with April as a vessel. April stood struggling to gain her composure in the encircling pentacle, the sisters chanting around her and placing the ceremonial marks on her wrists.

"Cubavit lamia et iterum nati sunt tibi in hac nocte," one of the sisters said to her with a smirk and planted a Judas kiss on April's cheek. Abby recognized a repeat of the words during the last chance at completing the rites. Tonight Lilith will be born again in you. She had precious time left.

Abby searched her mind for the words through her growing anxiety. Nothing. Blank. After all the prep work, her thoughts vanished in her panic. But she had to remember-she had to-

Suddenly there was static on her shoulder, and she could see her breath. There was the pressure of a hand on her shoulder. Words whispered in her ear. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and found herself vigorously digging her nails into her forearms, discreetly drawing sigil patterns into her flesh just as the ethereal voice described. First, she marked her wrists, then her elbows. She crossed her arms, using her grief as a cover, and continued gouging a sigil pattern right over her heart.

The room shuddered. The summoning of Lilith had started. Abby peered over to Eleanor, a silent signal that she was ready. The others were distracted and all encompassed by the demon's arrival on stage, their eyes closed during their incantations and bloodletting ritual. Finding her sisters sufficiently sidetracked, Eleanor blurred over to Abby and secreted the demon blade that she had been given for safekeeping that night. She was so quick Abby barely saw her move to her. It was the fastest she had ever seen any vampire move before. Eleanor mouthed good luck and swiftly fled the room.

Dean's back was pressed strategically against the outer wall of the building, not too far away from the targeted entrance. Sam took the position flanking the other side of the double doors. Gwen and Jesse were at their posts to toss in the smoke grenades and Molotovs. They had secured the exterior of the building, blockading all entrances with a salt and herb mix. Nothing was getting in or out except at their door, funneling all of their enemies into one spot. At least that was the goal. But first, he had to get in and grab his daughter.

More vamps were running around when they made it to the building. They easily ganked as they came. So far, there was no evidence that anyone inside had been alerted. Yet.

Dean motioned for Sam to be ready to go in, which Sam nodded an affirmative. They didn't dare say a word aloud. They did not want to alert anyone else.

They could hear the ominous sounds of chanting followed by frantic shouting. That couldn't be good. They had to get in now. Gwen and Jesse rushed over to figure out what the hell they were going to do. It was clear that all of them were starting to panic.

Something quickly blurred out the doors, too fast for the boys to get a swing at it. The form raced farther out of range. It came to a stop, and the blonde vampire surrendered with her hands up. Gwen zoomed over and had a machete to her throat immediately.

"Wait! I'm here-to help," she squeaked out as the knife crushed her windpipe.

Jesse tilted her head curiously. "Eleanor? What do you mean help? You're one of them."

"I have my reasons. There's no time to explain," Eleanor looked nervously towards Dean. "You have to get in there and get your child now."

"Yeah, okay, sure. We'll just run in there into a trap. What makes you think we trust you? You're one of those Lilitu bitches, right?" She's punking us, he thought.

"Look, I'm not with my sisters, and I'm trying to get April to you in one piece, okay? You have my word that this is not a trap. You can kill me now if you want to, or I can help you get her. You need to grab her now before Lilith takes over."

Shit. The ceremony had already started. They were too late. Dean's phone rang. It was Dylan.

"Not a good time, son-"

"Dad, Sonora says 20 more are coming your way. Be careful."

"Got it, thanks for the heads up," his dad said on the other end.

Twenty against four were not super odds. Dylan could not just let them die out there. He shuffled and slid in the backseat towards the door.

He felt a rough tug on his sleeve. "Hey, where are you going," Sonora protested.

I won't sit here and let them fight outnumbered!"

"And I will not let you go out there and get killed! Plus, what do you think is going to happen if you are out there, already injured, huh? All you are going to do is distract them from doing their damn job."

Dammit, she was right. If Dylan joined the fight, his dad's attention would split in two different directions.

"I hate feeling useless, Sonora."

"Dyl, maybe you can help. Didn't you say you could influence things? Maybe you could influence some of those vamps to give up or -?"

Shit. Why hadn't Dylan thought about that? He recalled Wes stealing his power briefly to defend themselves against two vamps before, compelling them to go and kill each other. But Wes was always more powerful. And at that distance, while he was hurt, could he even do that?

"Worth a shot," Sonora shrugged, obviously reading his mind.

He steadied himself, closing his eyes, focusing on the energy down in the valley outside of the building. With his aunt Gwen and Jesse out there, and them being vampires, he had to make sure he pinpointed the right energy. His dad and his uncle stood out as a sore thumb as the only humans out there.

A hand suddenly grabbed onto Dylan, energy pulsating into his body. Sonora was using her gifts, helping him figure out who was on their team and who was the real threat. There were at least ten vampires in the tree lines, and about ten more making their way around the backside of the building. He focused his energy on the ones on the treeline since they were closer. If he could only influence them, the team of four could surely handle ten.

He located their minds, which were bent on the deaths of his family members. With a deep breath, he centered his intention in the center of his forehead, the supposed third eye.

"Stop," he said both aloud and in his thoughts. Five stopped. "STOP, DAMMIT!" Eight stopped. The last two were too out of reach for his mind. Fuck.

In his mind, he corralled the eight together into a circle, telling them to ready themselves with their weapons.

"Kill each other," he commanded with determination. And with that, one by one, their minds stopped being felt.

"They're gone," Sonora gushed, surprise in her voice.

He opened his eyes, a smug grin on his mouth. Fuck yeah, he had done it. He twisted to face Sonora, the worn leather seat creaking underneath as he shifted his position. She surprisingly tossed her arms around his neck, giving him a peck on his cheek.

"You did it," she proudly smiled up at him, her dark brown doe eyes staring up through her long dark lashes. He pushed a stray piece of her short chocolate brown hair from her face, revealing her pronounced caramel cheekbones. She closed her eyes at his touch, leaning her cheek into his palm. He instinctively leaned his face closer to hers, her chilling breath against his lips.

She broke the moment by playfully smacking him on the shoulder, causing him to wince.

"Crap. Sorry! I forgot," she apologized with a chuckle.

He rubbed his arm. "Ow. Yeah, no problem. And thanks-there is no way I could have done it without you as my Yoda," he admitted, giving her a little wink.

"You know, when you're right, you're right," she chuckled. "You were a goddamn mess before I got my hands on you."

Dylan smirked down at her. That was the truth. After the whole Becky situation, he had no purpose. He sulked in his guilt and grief. He did not know how to live as both a hunter or a vampire. Sonora helped him channel his feelings into his work, showing that you could indeed be both. That was the only thing that had saved him; saving people, hunting things.

She smiled up at him. "I'm proud of you, Winchester."