Two voices hit my ears.

"How do we even know she's not just here to kill us?"

"If she wanted to kill us, I think she would have done more than toss us across the ground, Dean"

"She's a demon, Sam. A Demon! Hey, she's waking up."

I woke up slowly. I looked around, waiting for my vision to focus. Once it did, I saw Sam and Dean. I went to move but I was chained to a chair in the middle of a large devil's trap. My head, leg, and arm pounded with pain. It had been bandaged up by someone. I assume it was Sam, he seemed like the nice one.

"Where am I?" I asked looking at them both.

"Somewhere safe," Sam said somewhat sternly.

"Safe?" I scoffed, "I was stabbed! Twice!"

"You're the one that ran," Dean snapped back.

"Because you all had blades pointed at me!" I defended, "Did you want me to stay and have a few drinks?"

Dean looked angry, "Enough games, who are you, really?" He asked, leaning towards me.

"I told you." I rolled my eyes, "I am Bobby's daughter. I was looking for him. I never wanted to hurt you. I never lied to you. And these chains aren't necessary," I shook the shackles on my wrists.

"Just precautionary," Sam said. He seemed like he felt bad, "I used holy water on you, why didn't it burn?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I have no idea. I don't know anything about my powers, about my demon side. That's why I wanted to find Bobby. I thought he'd have answers for me. Which led me to be stabbed and tied up by you."

There was a lot of silence.

Sam and Dean conversed in the corner and came back to me after a few minutes.

"You believe me, don't you?" I could see it in their faces.

Dean shrugged, "Sam here does. Me? Not so much. But he's a good judge of character. I'm gonna let him take the lead on this one. But, if you even think about hurting him, or Cas-"

"You'll kill me," I finished his sentence.

"Damn straight."

I held out my shackles to be unlocked, "Fair enough."

Dean looked at Sam and then stepped outside. Sam knelt down and undid my chains.

"I'm sorry about your head," I apologized.

He had a large bruise on his forehead from the fence I threw him at.

"It's okay," Sam assured me, "Trust me, I've had worse. There you go-"

My chains fell off with a clang and I stood up, wincing at my leg.

"You alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I nodded.

I made my way to the edge of the devil's trap, which Sam temporarily broke for me to get through. We walked through a small library and reached a hallway.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked Sam as we made our way.

"Of course," He said.

"What was he like? My father? According to my mother, he was basically a southern superhero," I laughed, remembering my mom when she was happy. Before…

Sam laughed, "That's pretty accurate. actually. He was smart, and strong, and drunk most of the time. But he never stopped looking out for me and Dean. Even after he died. He was one of the best men I've ever known."

I smiled to myself, "Is it weird to miss someone you've never met?" I asked.

"No, not at all," He looked at me, "I never knew my mother, not really. But I always missed her after she died, you know? It's like something was always missing. I think it's just part of being-"

"Human?" I finished.

"Yeah."

We eventually made it to an open space. Books and artifacts filled the walls and there was a long table in the middle where Dean and Castiel sat together. They eyed me as I entered the room.

"How are you feeling?" Castiel asked.

"Fine," I lied.

Sam took a seat next to Castiel. I took the one at the farthest end by myself. There was a long awkward silence. I tapped the table with my ring finger.

"So," I broke the silence, "You guys are hunters, right?"

"And you're a demon witch who's kind of our cousin," Dean raised a brow.

I didn't know how to respond to that.

"I know this is...weird, "I said, "But, I kind of have a shift starting in a few hours and my manager has a real stick up his ass. So, if you guys are done with me. I'd like to leave...Please"

Castiel exchanged glances with the others. They seemed to just stare in silence a lot. Maybe it's a dude thing.

"Okay," Sam said.

"Okay?" Me and Dean asked at the same time, surprised.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, okay. You can go, but if we ever catch you hurting people in any way or doing anything-"

"You'll hunt me down and kill me. I got it," I said standing up.

"And Dhara," Sam stopped me as I neared the stairs, "If you have any more questions about Bobby or about anything, call us, okay?" He handed me a card with Sam and Dean's number on it. I took it gratefully and tucked it into my pocket.

"Thank you. And sorry again for the- well everything," I said and then scurried up the stairs.

My bike was outside. They had taken it with them apparently. I hopped on and started the engine. I drove off towards the diner. Not sure how I was gonna explain my injuries and where I disappeared to yesterday.

I'll just tell them I fell off my bike and landed in the emergency room. Easy, believable. And plus, they won't fire me over that.

Hopefully...

I drove for a few hours and eventually made it to work. I ran inside.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" I huffed, running towards the counter and clocking in.

"What the hell happened to you?" My coworker, and current girlfriend, Maggie looked at me concerned, her red hair tied into two buns on top of her head.

"I fell off my bike yesterday. Got dinged up pretty good," I lied.

"Why didn't you call me?" She grabbed my arm and looked at the bandage, "I would've come to help you."

"My phone was dead. I'm sorry. I'm okay, I promise," I kissed her cheek, "Let's just get set up, we open soon."

She looked at me, she always could tell when I was lying. But she also knew if I was lying, I didn't want to talk about it.

It was a normal workday. Bitchy old women and nice teenagers who tipped $20 on french fries. It was 10 pm now, we were officially closed.

I was wiping tables when I heard the bell on the door ring.

I said the usual line, "We're closed, sorry. Come back-"

"Dhara." a deep voice interrupted me.

I looked up. A man stood in the middle of the diner. He was dressed in business clothes and had long dark hair with a full beard.

"Do I know you?" I asked. Maybe he's a regular I didn't recognize. But he knew my name. My real name.

He stared at me, "Unfortunately you don't know me. But I...I know you."

I clenched my fists, my heart pounded, "Who are you?"

"Shavara," He smiled.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I asked sternly.

His eyes flipped black "It will."

Fuck.

The man shot his palm out and I flew through the kitchen window. I landed hard on the ground, plates and trays crashed around me.

"What the - Debbie!?" One of the cooks stared at me, terrified and confused.

"We have to get out of-No!" I watched as a kitchen knife flew through the air straight into his chest.

He crumpled to the ground.

He was dead.

The demon, Shavara, stood in the kitchen now. I struggled to my feet and backed up picking up two knives out of a dish bin, I held them tight in my palms. My shoes covered in the chef's blood.

"What do you want?!" My voice boomed.

Shavara approached me slowly, his calmness was terrifying.

He gave me a soft smile, "Just come with me and I'll explain everything. I don't want to kill you. But I will."

"Go to hell," I chucked a blade at him using my powers, it flew through the air but he stopped it with his own demonic magic. It whipped past his head and stuck itself into the wall.

Shavara laughed, "Been there. Done that."

He twisted his wrist and I fell to my knees, my chest felt like it was collapsing. I gasped for air.

"I'm gonna ask you, nicely, to come with me, one more time," Shavara knelt down and put a hand on my chin, tilting my eye line towards his.

I couldn't move. But I could still speak. I closed my eyes and focused my witchcraft.

"Ignis," I muttered.

Shavara shouted as he burst into flames. He stumbled backward and his grip on me released. He ceased the flames and crumpled to the floor.

I took in a large gasp of air and stood up quickly.

Black smoke escaped Shavara's mouth and vanished into the hallway looking for a new host.

I was shaking and felt dizzy. I stared at the body of the chef, he had a family, children. And now he was dead.

Maggie appeared in the entrance of the kitchen. Relief washed over me, she wasn't hurt.

"Maggie!" I rushed towards her, but something was wrong. "Maggie?" I asked tediously.

Maggie tilted her head, "Oh, Maggies not home right now," Her eyes flipped black. She was possessed. Shavara had her.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch!" I spat.

Maggie picked up a knife and charged. It all happened so fast.

I felt the blade insert itself in my abdomen and twist. I tasted blood in my mouth. The pain was red hot and unbearable.

I screamed and then there was a giant flash.

Suddenly, I was in the parking lot.

How did I get here?

I whirled around, the entire Diner was on fire. Maggie was still inside.

I rushed forwards towards the doors but it was too late. The fire must have reached the gas stoves. There was an explosion that sent me flying backward onto the pavement. I could feel glass in my skin, in my face. My ears rang horribly as I stumbled back up.

Cops would be here soon. I had to leave. I couldn't let them find my face in the system again.

I looked around and ran into the woods behind the employee parking spaces. I was bleeding, dizzy, and nauseous, my vision blurred. I teleported to the parking lot using my powers. Maybe I could do it to get somewhere else.

I closed my eyes and focused on the bunker where Sam and Dean had taken me.

I opened them and I was there, outside the door.

I pounded as hard as I could. I slid down the door. I felt unconscious taking me. I heard the door open and a voice yell for Sam and Castiel. Two arms picked me up and carried me down the stairs quickly. I was laid down on a hard surface, a table I think.

I saw Dean's face fade in and out, Sam was next to him pressing on my stomach now.

Sam waved a hand over my face, "Dhara? Can you hear us? Stay with us, okay? You're gonna be alright"

I could hear him but I couldn't reply. I couldn't even think. My mouth filled with blood again which I coughed out.

I saw Castiel appear over me. He held his hand out, there was light. A warm glow.

And then there was nothing.

I jolted awake.

I looked around rapidly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shot up, ready to fight.

"Hey, hey - it's Sam. You're okay, you're safe," Sam put his hands up.

All the memories came crashing into my mind. The demon, the diner, the chef...Maggie. I sunk onto the bed and emotion overtook me. Sam put a hand on my back. I wiped my nose on my arm.

"When you're ready. Me, Dean, Cas. We'll be outside. You can tell us what happened, okay?" Sam said kindly, "Do you need anything?"

I shook my head no.

Sam nodded and then stepped out of the room and closed the door.

I waited about two hours before resurfacing.

My shirt was bloodstained and my jeans were too. There was a pile of clothes on the edge of the bed Sam had left me. An oversized flannel and some sweatpants. I slipped them on, I looked in the mirror at my body. My wounds were healed. It was like nothing ever happened.

I came out into the room with the table. The three of them were there.

"Hey," Sam greeted me gently.

"How are you feeling?" Castiel asked me once more.

"Better. Thank you," I gave him a weak smile.

Cas nodded at me, "Of course. Thanks is not necessary."

I sat at the end of the table. There was some silence. I fidgeted with my too-long sleeve.

"Dhara-" Dean started.

I looked at him.

He continued, "You showed up with a large stab wound, covered in ash, glass, and blood. What the hell happened to you?"

I could feel all three of them staring at me. I felt a lump in my throat.

I told them everything.

"I went in to get Maggie and the whole place blew. I ran and then I was here," I finished, looking down at the table, "I didn't know where else to go."

"This Shavara," Castiel spoke, "You've never heard of or seen him before?"

"No. Never. I don't know what he wanted with me. Or how he even knew who I was," I looked at them all, "He just kept saying he wanted me to come with him. He killed my friend. He possessed my girlfriend and now she's probably dead too." I clenched my fist.

Dean looked at me, "Shavara is still out there. We'll help you find him. And Maggie if we can."

"Really?" I was surprised.

"Really." Sam reaffirmed.

"Why would you help me?" I asked, "I thought you never wanted to see me again."

"You're family, kid. Technically. And we take care of our own," Dean leaned on the table, "Demon hunting is kinda what we do. We'll find that son of a bitch-"

"And we kill him?" I asked.

"Damn straight."