My mind felt heavy and numb.

I walked around, browsing the shelves of books and artifacts within the bunker.

I opened up a drawer and saw a magazine titled "Busty Asian Beauties."

"Wow," I muttered to myself, tossing it back into its place.

There was a long blade on a shelf. I picked it up and spun it in my palm a few times.

"You're good with a blade," Dean said, walking in behind me.

"My mother taught me," I said quietly, "Plus, I uh, practiced with a lightsaber replica a lot."

"Wow. No wonder Sam likes you," Dean rolled his eyes.

I set the blade back down.

Sam likes me?

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Shoot." Dean leaned against one of the bookcases.

I looked at him, "If Shavara is possessing Maggie still. If she's still alive in there somehow...Will I be able to get her back? Get Shavara out of her?"

Dean ran a hand over his stubble, "We'll do everything we can. I promise you that."

I nodded, "How do we start?"

"We summon a demon," Sam entered the room with a small pile of objects in his arms.

"Isn't that dangerous?" I asked.

My mother always swore away from such rituals.

"Not with this one. He's a friend of sorts," Sam explained.

"You're friends with a Demon?" I asked.

"Not just any demon, the king of Hell," Sam said, patting my shoulder.

"Hell has a king?" I asked, growing more confused, "Isn't that Lucifer?"

"No, not technically." Dean shrugged.

"Don't tell me you know the Devil too?" I asked, raising my brows.

Dean and Sam looked at each other then back at me.

"Let's just get started on the summoning." Dean smiled.

Sam set up the summoning quickly in the room where I had been held the day before.

I, Castiel, Dean, and Sam were all there.

Sam set a bowl on the ground filled with random ingredients. He lit a match and whispered something I didn't catch. The match landed in the dish and it lit up with a flash. Sam walked backward.

"How long does this-"

I was interrupted by a gravely British voice.

"Hello boys," A short, plump man in a black suit appeared in front of us.

"Crowley," Dean greeted him like an old friend. Or maybe an old enemy.

It was hard to tell.

Crowley looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "You're new."

"Names Debbie," I lied matter-of-factly.

Crowley gave a smug little smile, "Crowley. King of Hell."

"So, I've heard," I shrugged.

"Let's cut to the chase boys. What do you need from me? My time is very valuable, you know?" Crowley said, turning towards Sam and Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Does the name Shavara mean anything to you?"

Crowley narrowed his eyes, "Yes."

"And?" I pressed, "Who is he?"

"It's she, actually," Crowley explained, "She's a bounty hunter of sorts. She'll work for anyone. Kill anyone. Even other demons. A real bitch if you ask me."

"How do we summon her?" Sam asked.

Crowley eyed me, then Sam and Dean,

"What business do you lot have with a bounty hunting demon?" he asked.

"Answer Sam's question," Dean crossed his arms.

"There's an old Methodist Church in Gary, Indiana. You can summon her there. You only need a few simple ingredients," Crowley crossed his hands, "Witches bone, vampire tooth, a few herbs and finally, the blood or bone of one of her prior targets."

Crowley took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Dean, "Say the words and blah blah, there she is."

Sam nodded, "Alright."

"I should warn you," Crowley began, "She's not one of Hell's nicest players. You cross her, you better be prepared."

Then Crowley was gone, vanished into thin air.

I turned to Sam and Dean, "We can do it right? Summon her? I have the blood, do you guys have the rest of that stuff?"

"Dhara," Sam seemed worried, "If what Crowley is saying is true. Someone made a deal with Shavara to hunt you down and kill you. Do you know anyone who would do that? Any enemies?"

"N-No" I stuttered.

My mind shot to last year when my mother was killed. I had heard a large crash downstairs. Screaming. When I rushed down she was on the floor, throat slit, and a bullet in her head. I never saw who did it. I thought that maybe it was a demon who finally caught up to her but I never knew for sure. I ran away from the police station after that, they suspected it was me who had done it. I changed my name, my look and got a job at the diner. My life's been quiet since. Until now.

Sam spoke and shook me out of my thoughts.

"The only way we're gonna figure this out is to summon Shavara," He explained.

"And if she won't talk?" I asked.

Dean pulled a blade from his pocket and flipped it around in his hand,

"We'll make her."

We'd been on the road for 5 hours now.

Dean and Sam sat in the front seats and I sat in the back next to Castiel. Me and Cas spent most of the time swapping stories about our friends and our past relationships.

"So you hooked up with a girl and then she tried to kill you?" I asked Cas after he finished one of his stories.

"Yes." Cas frowned.

"What about you? How long have you and Maggie been together?" He turned towards me.

"Almost a year," I smiled thinking about her, "We live together, actually." I looked down. "I just want her back."

"We will get her back," Sam said from the passenger seat.

He seemed to make a lot of false promises.

The car turned into a small burger place parking lot.

"Who's hungry?" Dean asked, parking the car.

I was starving. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I guess something about being stabbed by your demon-possessed girlfriend takes away your appetite.

We stepped inside and took a seat at a table. There weren't too many people in the diner beside us. Soon, a young server came over to our table.

"Hey, I'm Jared and I'll be taking care of ya today. What can I get started for ya?" His Midwest accent was very thick.

We all put our orders in. Dean got something greasy, Sam something healthy and I got something in the middle. Castiel got nothing.

"Do you ever eat?" I asked him.

"Angels don't get hungry," Cas explained, "But when I was human for a time, I did enjoy a good pb&j."

"You were human?" I was surprised.

"Yes, it was very...enlightening." Castiel's tone never seemed to change.

Soon we all had our food. Me and Dean both shoveled it in at an ungodly speed.

Sam watched us with slight concern.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" A man's voice sounded behind us.

I turned and saw a man in his late 30's, short black hair, a large scar across his left eye which was clouded over. Sam and Dean seemed to recognize him.

"David Klermon? Wow, how long has it been?" Sam asked, giving him a smile.

"Been a few years or so now," David answered, "How are you boys? What brings you to these parts?"

"Family business," Dean nodded.

David looked at me and Castiel, "And who are your friends?"

"That's Dhara and this here is Cas, friends of the family," Sam said, gesturing at us both.

"I see," David nodded, his gaze lingered on me for a few seconds and then back to Sam and Dean.

"Well, if you boys need anything' just give me a call."

"Actually," Dean swallowed a bite of burger, "What's a good motel around here?"

"Biggin's rest stop, cheap but no bed bugs."

"Thanks, Dave," Sam said.

"You boys stay safe now," David patted Sam's shoulder, "And nice to mee the rest of you."

"You too," I said kindly.

David walked over to the counter, paid for his food, and then walked outside.

I turned to Dean, "How do you know that guy?" I asked.

"He was an old friend of our fathers, we haven't talked to him since he died."

"Is he a hunter too?" I asked.

"He was for a while," Sam explained, "His wife and kids were killed by a demon he let slip. After that, he stopped. Became a fisherman I believe. He was never right after that though."

"I can see why," I said, "That sounds horrible."

We ate for a while longer until we were all finished. Dean was paying the bill at the counter.

I took a big gulp of my coffee.

Big mistake.

It burned like fire in my throat, I coughed, holding my neck. My eyes watered.

"Dhara?" Castiel put a hand on my back, "What's wrong?"

I waved my hand to gesture that I was fine. The burning was starting to cease.

"Fine. I'm fine." I muttered.

What the hell just happened?

I caught my breath, "I just, I just swallowed wrong. I'll be right back."

I pushed out my chair and rushed into the women's bathroom, leaning over the sink, I coughed again and saw bright red on the white ceramic. I wiped my mouth with a paper towel and rinsed the blood down the sink.

What the hell.

Maybe it was an effect from yesterday's fight? I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Sam and them don't need to know.

I'm fine.

I cleaned up some more and walked back to the table.

"You alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I smiled at him, "Just choked on my drink. I'm good."

Sam didn't believe me, I could tell. But he didn't press any further. Dean walked over and soon we were on the road again, heading for Biggin's rest stop.

We were at the motel now. Dean was in a room with me for protection, and Sam shared with Cas.

"Which bed do you want?" I asked Dean, closing the door behind me.

"Left," Dean plopped his bag on the floor next to it.

"Alright," I flopped backward onto my bed.

Dean took his shoes off and scrolled on his phone.

"Dean?" I asked.

"Mhm?"

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Uh, I guess?" He looked at me.

"Do you guys usually succeed at these typed of things where everyone comes out alive?"

Dean's face fell, "We give it our best. Every damn time."

I closed my eyes. That wasn't a very promising answer. I sighed and rolled over on my side, within seconds I fell asleep.

A grunt and a loud thump.

That's what woke me up.

I shot up in bed and looked around, trying to see in the darkness.

"Dean?" I asked.

No answer.

I fumbled my hand around and then turned the lamp on that was on my nightstand and blinked trying to adjust to the brightness. I looked to my left. Dean wasn't in his bed.

I hopped out of my own and looked around.

"Dean?" I walked around to the other side of his bed. Dean was on the floor, tied up, and unconscious.

"Dean!?" I went to untie him.

I felt someone grab me and I was immediately thrown and tackled to the ground. My head hit the ground hard, there was a large man pinning me to the ground. I saw a glimmer of a blade in the air. I caught his arm and rolled sideways. His knife went into the carpet beneath me.

"Sam!" I screamed, hoping he'd hear me.

I stumbled up and holy water was chucked at me. It burned this time. My skin sizzled and burned. I tried to focus but the man grabbed me again and wrapped some chain around me, it burned my skin even worse. It was Iron.

I struggled against it, crying out. Trying to fight, but he had me wrapped tight and painfully.

The door to my room burst open, Sam and Castiel rushed in holding weapons.

"Let her go!" Castiel shouted.

I saw a glimpse of the attacker in the mirror on the wall of the room and recognized him immediately.

It was David Klermon. Sam and Dean's apparent "family friend" from the Diner.

"Don't you know what she is!" David shouted, holding my chains even tighter. My skin smoked and I cried out again.

Dean was awake now and trying to get out of his ropes frantically.

"She's a demon! A monster! I had a sneaking suspicion when I saw her at the Diner. I can always spot hells minions, but I had to be sure," He sounded deranged, "I put some holy water in her coffee when you weren't looking. I waited outside and as soon as she drank it, she burned on the inside! I could see it in her eyes! Samuel, she's wicked!"

"David, please! Come on, let her go, it's not what you think! You don't have to do this." Sam pleaded, "She's not evil! She didn't kill your family."

I felt David put a blade against my throat, "She's a Demon, Sam! And I kill hells bitches!"

"Fugere retrorsum!" I shouted.

David flew backward against the wall. Sam rushed forwards and undid my chains. They fell at my feet with a clang and the searing pain stopped. I waved my hand and undid Dean's ropes.

"Come on!" Dean grabbed my arm and we headed for the door.

"Stop you bitch!" I heard David yell.

A gun cocked and shot, hitting me square in the back. It shot through my chest. My ears rang and the front of my shirt filled with blood.

Sam stared at me horrified, "Dhara!?"

I turned around towards David. My eyes were black. I felt numb and angry and powerful.

"Dhara!" Sam's voice seemed miles away.

I stepped towards David.

He shot me again, and again, and again as I walked towards him. Purple and green light wrapped itself around my arms like a snake.

"What the hell are you?" David trembled.

"Like you said," I tilted my head and raised my hand "I'm one of Hell's bitches."

There was a burt of black and green. David disintegrated instantly. There was a horrid smell of burning flesh. I felt my bullet wounds heal.

I turned around and faced Sam, Dean, and Castiel.

They all looked...terrified of me. And I found an odd pleasure in that. I was smiling.

The glowing around my arms ceased.

They stared at the ashes of what was once David and then back at me, my eyes still black.

"Dhara? What did you do?" Sam stared at me.

"I did what I had to do, now get out of my way!" I raised my hand to strike him.

There was a wave of energy that washed over me. Then there was pure black.

I woke up on the floor. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were staring at me. My shirt was damp with blood and the room smelled awful.

"What- What's going on?" I looked at three of them with concern.

Dean and Sam looked at each other then back at me.

"You don't remember?" Castiel asked furrowing his brow.

I sat up and looked around the room. I saw ash on the ground and bloodstains on the carpet. I had no idea what had happened, no memory of what I had done.

"What the hell happened to me?"