I scrambled to my feet, looking around the room. My mind was going a million miles per hour. The last thing I remembered was a gunshot. Then it all went black.

But it only felt like I was out for half a second.

"Where did the man go? From the Diner?" I asked, turning to Sam, Dean, and Cas "What happened to him?"

"Dhara, you killed him," Castiel said bluntly.

"Cas," Dean sighed, closing his eyes.

My eyes bugged out of my head, "I- I what!? Oh my god. Oh my god," I shot to my feet and started pacing in circles, holding my head.

I killed someone?

My heart pounded and my ears rang.

"Dhara, just calm down," Dean said, putting his gun away into his jeans.

"Calm down!?" I shouted turning towards him, "I just killed somebody, Dean! I killed somebody! And I don't even remember doing it and you want me to fucking calm down!?"

Dark energy burst through me and the mirror on the wall shattered into a million pieces onto the floor.

I was panicking, trying to calm down, but I couldn't.

"Dhara, it's okay. You're okay," Sam put his hand out in a motion you use to tame a wild animal.

That's what I felt like.

The lamps on the bedside table shook and the beds rattled. The lights flickered.

"Sam?" Dean looked at his brother, afraid.

Afraid of me.

Sam walked towards me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Just breathe Dhara, breathe," Sam said calmly.

The lamps shattered one by one, putting us in complete darkness.

"I can't control it. I can't..." I cried, Sams touch brought me such an odd comfort. One I wasn't used too.

I closed my eyes. I could feel the power coursing through me.

There was a sharp sting in my back. The ringing in my ears slowed and faded. I heard Sam say something and then I felt nothing.

My dreams were awful. I could see David's burning body, I saw my mother, dead on the floor, surrounded by her own blood, my 25th birthday decorations splattered in red.

"Mom!" I shot up, breathing heavily. I looked around the room. I was on a small white bed in a bedroom of sorts. I went to push my hair back and heard the jingle of metal.

I looked down and saw that I had a pair of cuffs on. My shirt was bloody, really bloody. And had small holes in it from where I had been shot apparently. I still couldn't remember everything.

I did remember losing control of my powers. I put two feet on the ground and took a deep breath, centering myself.

Dean walked into the room after a few minutes, "You alright?" He looked exhausted.

"How did I get here?" I asked

"Sam. He gave you a sedative," Dean told me.

"He drugged me?" I asked, slightly bothered.

"He didn't want anyone else getting hurt," Dean said, he handed me a pile of clothes, "Here."

I took them with my cuffed hands, "And by hurt, you mean killed?" I asked severely.

Dean was quiet.

"Where are Cas and Sam?" I asked.

"They're summoning Shavara," Dean said

"What? Without me, don't you need my blood?" I asked, slightly irritated they did it without me.

"They took some before I took you here. Figured you'd be safer at the Bunker after everything. Sam and Cas got it, they're smart. They'll call as soon as they know something," He said.

"So you drug me, bring me to a bunker, and handcuff me?" I scoffed, "I'm not a monster," I looked him in the eyes.

He was still scared of me, I could see it in his face.

"Get some rest," Dean said and then closed my door.

I got a fresh pair of bottoms and pants on. I couldn't quite change my shirt with cuffs. I looked at the door then down at my cuffs. I gave them a small tug and they immediately broke off with a tiny flash of light.

"Huh," I muttered to myself, changing my shirt.

I stepped outside my room and found my way to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge. Lots of bacon, lots of beer. I found some bread and popped it in the toaster.

I sat down and ate at the table. Dean walked in shortly after with an empty beer bottle.

"Hey," I said with a mouth full of bread.

Dean looked at me, then at my free hands, "Your cuffs? What did you do?"

I swallowed, "They just fell off. Sorry," I said a little too harshly.

He stared at me.

"What?" I pressed.

"Those cuffs were made to hold Lucifer and you're telling me they just 'fell off' of you?" He sounded pissed.

"I don't know what to tell you." I took another bite of toast.

Dean rubbed his temples, "Okay." He sounded pissed still, but more confused this time.

Ring ring ring ring.

My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket and stared at the contact screen in shock.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Maggie," I breathed.

"Speaker," Dean ordered.

I answered it quickly and put her on speaker.

"Maggie? Maggie where are you?" I stuttered.

"Debbie?" Maggie's voice sounded weak and scared, "I don't know where I am. He took me here, I don't. He keeps hurting me, he keeps asking for you."

I looked at Dean then back at my phone, "Who? Who has you?"

"I don't know, I don't know. He wears a mask.-"

"Where are you now?" Dean asked loudly

"Who's that?" Maggie asked.

"A friend. Answer him, where are you?" I asked severely.

"Some old church, I don't- Oh my god, he's coming back. Debbie, don't come, whatever you do don't-"

She was cut off.

"Maggie!?" I yelled through the phone.

"Hello Dhara," A deep voice sounded, it wasn't Shavara.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean barked.

"Dhara, I was hoping you'd come here alone. Try to talk to Shavara, who I killed, by the way, you know what they say if you want a job done, you gotta do it yourself. Your weak girlfriend is here, and when I heard rescuers I thought it was you my love, But you send two buffoons to do your dirty work instead? An angel and an oversized human," He sucked his teeth, "Now, now, that's not very brave of you. What would your mother think?"

Dean grabbed my phone, "If you even touch them, I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." Dean growled.

"Ah, Hellooo," He sounded happy, "Don't worry. Your friends will be fine. All I ask is for is Dhara. Bring her to me and your friends are free to go."

"Go to hell!" I snapped.

"Dhara! Don't take that tone with me darling, My God, now you've gone and made me mad," there was a sound of a blade impacting flesh and I heard Maggie scream.

"You have 1 hour," He hung up the phone.

Dean chucked my plate against the wall and it shattered, "Son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"We need to go to that church," I said standing up, "I'm not letting you guys get hurt because of me."

"It's a trap," Dean looked at me "You know that right?"

"Yes," I said, "But he has my girlfriend, your brother, and your friend. I don't care anymore. I'm going with or without you."

"How are we even gonna make it there in an hour? It's over a five-hour drive." Dean scratched his head.

"I'll teleport us there," I said as the idea popped into my head.

"Can you do that with another person?" Dean asked.

"One way to find out," I pinned my hair up, "Get your bag and your bible. We're going to church."

"Are you sure you can do this?" Dean asked, his bag strapped on his shoulder.

He had given me a long blade to use which I had strapped on my back.

"No, but how hard can it be, right?" I half-smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Ready?"

"No."

"Me either," I closed my eyes and focused on the church, on Maggie, Sam, Cas.

There was a loud whooshing sound. I opened my eyes, I was at the church. Dean wasn't there.

"Dean?" I yell-whispered, I looked around quickly.

Where was he?

I pulled out my phone and called him, his contact name was still "the short one"

"Dhara?" Dean's voice sounded over the phone.

"Dean? Where the hell are you?" I asked.

"I got no fucking clue. The woods."

"The woods? Well, that narrows it down." I rolled my eyes.

"I think I'm close. Just give me time, I'll figure it out. I can see the church in the distance."

"I'll just go in, it's fine," I said impatiently.
"Dhara, no. No! Abso-"

"Bye Dean," I hung up.

I stared at the church's entrance and stepped inside. I could sense an evil presence, but it felt weirdly familiar.

"Hello?" My voice echoed across the vacant walls.

"Dhara?" Sam's voice sounded in the distance.

I ran towards it, "Sam? Oh my god, Sam, Cas."

They were both tied to chairs with chains and ropes.

"Are you guys okay, did he hurt you?" I said, waving my hand. Their chains and ropes fell off with a clatter.

"No, no, we're fine," Sam said quickly.

"Where's Dean?" Cas asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"On his way," I huffed.

They both stood up and dusted themselves off. I looked at them both with concern.

"Where's Maggie?" I asked.

"The man took her," Castiel said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Behind you," Cas said, staring past my shoulders.

I whirled around, Whipping the blade off my back and holding it steady.

There was a tall man in black robes, he had a golden face mask that was completely solid, with no eye holes or a mouth hole. In his grip was a beat up and bleeding Maggie. She looked at me, crying, afraid.

"Maggie…" I whispered.

I stared at Him, "I'm here, now let her go! Let them all go! That was the deal!" I snapped.

"And I'm a man of my word," He said calmly. He threw Maggie forward and into my arms. I dropped my blade and embraced her. She hugged me tightly back and kissed me. It was really her. She was alive.

"I love you, I'm so sorry," I muttered to her. She released and looked at me.

"It's okay." She gave me a smile.

Only she would be able to smile at a time like this.

I guided her towards Sam and Castiel, Cas healed her wounds with the glow of his hand.

I turned towards the masked man.

"What do you want with me?" I demanded.

"It's pretty simple, Dhara," He crooned, "I want you dead."

"Why?" I asked, my voice a little shakier now.

"You'll learn soon enough."

A burst of energy hit me hard and I flew backward, landing on a pile of rubble. I felt a rib crack and struggled to get back up. I saw Sam and Castiel taking swings at him, but they were getting their asses handed to them. Maggie stood in the back, pale-faced and afraid.

I picked up a chunk of rock and using my dark energy, I threw it straight at the man's face. His mask split down the middle as he landed hard against the wall. He turned towards me and then we were face to face.

He had teleported in front of me.

He reached his hand out and wrapped it around my neck, choking me. I was lifted high into the air. I kicked and struggled but couldn't get loose. I choked and my vision started to blur. I felt my eyes turning black and my memory starting to fuzz.

That's when I heard Dean enter and gunfire.

I was released and landed on my knees, coughing I looked up.

The events that followed seemed to happen in slow motion.

The masked man stopped Deans' bullet midair and flicked his wrist. The bullet flew sideways. Sam and Castiel dived out of the way but Maggie wasn't fast enough. It hit her right in the chest. There was a spray of blood as she fell backward onto a pile of stone and dirt.

"No!" I cried.

I held out my hand and my blade flew back into my hand. Bright red magic circled the blade as I swung it down at the masked man. It slashed across his chest to his stomach with a flash of light and blood. He stumbled backward. He was wounded severely.

"This is not over!" He screamed at me. Then he was gone, vanished into thin air before I could strike him again.

I dropped my blade and rushed to Maggie's side. Castiel was already there, trying to heal her.

I held her in my arms, she was unresponsive and still, a trickle of blood came from the corner of her mouth.

"Maggie, no no no no, please. Please, I just got you back…" I cried over her, I stared at Cas, "Heal her!" I yelled desperately.

"I-" Castiel stuttered, "I can't. I'm sorry, she's...She's gone."

"No," I shook my head and held Maggie's face.

This couldn't be true.

But it was.

Maggie was gone.

I cried over her body and my sadness quickly turned to fury. Rubble fell around me, I could feel energy building inside me.

I stood up, facing Dean. It was his shot that got her killed. It was his fault.

"Dhara, I'm sorry-" Dean started, seeing my face.

I punched him hard on the mouth and he landed on his knees. I hit him again across the face again, and again, sobbing and screaming at him.

I went to punch him a fifth time but Sam wrapped his arms around me, yanking me back.

"Dhara stop! It's not his fault! Stop!" Sam yelled.

I collapsed in Sam's arms and sobbed, Dean's and Maggie's blood covered my hands. Dean's face was busted. Castiel rushed to his side.

Sam put a hand on my head and held me tightly.

I felt empty and angry and guilty. Like I had my heart torn from my chest. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing, and I didn't quite care about that at the moment.

The masked man's image was frozen in my head.

Whoever the hell he was, I was going to find him and give him the most painful death I could ever imagine. Watch him suffer until he was gone and cold and grey. And after he was dead, I'd kill every dam wicked thing on this earth.