Around nine, Dean came back down to the panic room with a paper bag. He let himself in and put down the food on the chair. "Anything, Cas?" he asked the angel who was now standing, staring at the sigils, thinking. "Cas?"

"Nora."

"What?"

"The demon, its name is Nora. That's what Satine said."

"Who is she? Anything we should really worry about?"

"I don't know yet. Her name is very familiar to me, but I can't remember where from." Castiel was quiet as Sam came down.

"Anything?"

"Cas says Satine told him the name, Nora." Dean said.

"Is she important?"

"He doesn't remember." That's when Castiel made a soft gasping sound then turned to Satine. "What is it?" Castiel opened Satine's eyelid gently to get a good look at her iris.

"This is my fault." the angel breathed.

"You remembered something?" Dean asked as he and Sam leaned over Castiel's shoulders to get a look at her eye.

"I should have known what kind of demon she was by her victims. These marks only prove it." They all looked at the thin red lines that were scarcely spread out around Satine's blue iris.

"Who is she?" Sam asked.

"Nora works with Crowley. Most of the resent victims were said to have been mauled by wild animals." Castiel stood up.

"Hell hounds." Sam and Dean said in unison.

"She was collecting souls for Crowley. Anyone else she killed would have just been people that were in her way."

"Alright, but what does that have to do with Satine?"

"Nora is a higher ranking demon and Satine was her vessel, one that she was matched for. When I exercised her, she held on to anything she could, ripping the inside of her apart. I should have used the demon knife on her, it would have been more humane."

"Killing Satine would have been more humane?" Sam spit.

"It would have been the only way to remove Nora without this ripple effect of suffering."

They all looked down at the young woman so didn't look to be in any pain. She looked peaceful and carefree, strong even.

"So you're saying we should just put her down now?" Dean asked, reaching for the knife in his back pocket.

"It would be the easiest way." Castiel sighed.

"Wait, there's nothing else we can do? Nothing?" Sam asked pushing Dean back.

"I didn't say that." Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes thinking that Castiel was just about to let him kill Satine, knowing that there was a way to fix her. "There is a way, but it won't be painless or easy. In fact, she is more than likely going to suffer greatly."

"She already is." Sam said running his fingers through his brown locks. All three of them knew what they were getting themselves into by agreeing to fix this, but it was kind of their job and they wanted to help her. Even the distant angel didn't want to just put her down to end it. He wanted her healthy again so that she could recover from the possession. That process within itself was going to be time consuming and tough.

"Okay, then where are we going to start?" Dean asked.

"We have to have her conscious first. In the meantime, I need you to find a spell that will allow me into her mind."

"You got it. There's a motel with a diner down the road, I can book us a room and get the Internet set up there." Sam chimed with a slight smile. Research was his thing, it was what he was best at.

"Dean, you stay here then. If she wakes, keep her awake." Castiel said with an idea then he was gone. The brothers looked at each other and shook their heads, used to the angel's ways, but still annoyed with them.

"I'll call you when I find something."

"Hey, see if the diner has any pie." Dean called as Sam took the keys and headed up to the car.

The next few hours were quiet and boring for Dean. He sat in the chair and would occasionally fall asleep but wake right up as he started to fall forward. It wasn't until one that he really took a look at Satine and asked himself about her. Who was she, really? Why was she Nora's vessel? Could Castiel actually fix her, or could any of them? And then of course, would she date him? But that's just how Dean worked.

About an hour later Satine started to stir and Dean started to get a bit nervous. He had no answers for her, nothing to tell her to make her feel safe, no promises that she would get better, nothing.

I could feel my body getting restless when I opened my eyes. I could still smell the damp room and could see the iron walls so I knew that this time I hadn't been moved.

"Hey, you hungry?" Dean asked from the chair beside the bed.

"Yeah, a bit." I sat up slowly and yawned as Dean passed me a white, greasy, paper bag.

"It's cold by now, sorry." I went through the bag to find a cold burger and limp fries, but it was food none the less, so I dug in. I could still feel the slight throbbing in my ears, but it didn't hurt too bad.

"Where's Castiel?" I asked after I swallowed my first half of old tasting burger.

"Who knows,"

"He just got up and left?"

"He does that lot. You get used to it after a while. So, how do you feel?"

"Sore."

"Yeah, this will do it to ya." he kicked a leg of the mettle bed frame. "So where are you from?"

"Well, I was born in Maine, but I've lived in New York for most of my life. I lived with my brother and uncle for the last fifteen years."

"They must be worried about you." I shook my head. "What living with them for fifteen years, you don't think they're looking for you?"

"I know they're not. My brother is addicted to every drug known to man. He's a high school drop-out who lives in our basement. I haven't seen him sober in five years."

"What about your uncle?"

"No, he wouldn't be looking either." Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore and I put the half bag of fries on the floor beside my feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know-"

"I just don't want to talk about it." I barked then laid back down. Family wasn't something I had on my side. Castiel said Nora had the advantage over me alone, and that's exactly what I was. Castiel was wrong that I wasn't. This wasn't their fight, and I sure as hell was about to drag them in it. Once I was healed, I planned on leaving them. As far as I knew, I owed them for keeping me hidden from the other demons or whatever else was out there, ready to take me over again.

One thing I did know for sure was that I'd make Nora pay for this. What she did to all those people, to me, she wasn't getting away Scott free. Surely demons had to have weaknesses, I mean Nora feared Castiel so maybe he knew some that I could use against her. I'd learn what to do and I'd find her. I wasn't going to cower in fear, not from her.

"Hey, don't fall asleep again." Dean said above me.

"I'm not sleeping. Just resting my eyes."

"No, I'm serious, don't fall asleep. Castiel needs you awake when he gets back."

"But you said he just leaves all the time. How long will he be gone?"

"I don't know. I'm just telling you what he told me."

"Alright." I sighed and rolled over onto my side facing the wall.

It was quiet in the room for God knows how long. I was bored out of my aching mind as Dean nodded on and off for what seemed like forever. My head seemed to stay at a constant dull throbbing that I could easily ignore for most of the time, until out of nowhere, the pounding between my ears kicked up and I had to curl up into a ball to keep from screaming.

"Whoa, are you alright?" Dean jumped out of his chair and stood beside the bed. "What happened?"

"Dean, move out of the way." another voice said. I forced my eyes open just in time to see Castiel push in front of Dean to get closer to me. "Dean, water." he ordered and Dean rummaged through his bag until he found and pulled out a half full bottle of water. Castiel took it and poured it all into a small wooden bowl. "Hold down her legs." Dean looked questioningly at Castiel who was dropping powders and seeds into the bowl. "We don't have much time before she passes out." Dean nodded then held my legs flat on the bed while I was pressing my hands against the sides of my skull. Castiel put one arm around the back of my neck and head, lifting it up high enough for me to drink the hot, foul tasting liquid. As Castiel poured it into my mouth, he was speaking in his odd tongue close to the bowl. By the time I'd gotten it all down, I was choking on the last of the floating seeds.

"What was that?" Dean asked, letting my legs go.

"Don't let go yet!" Castiel demanded, grabbing hold of my wrists and holding them down on both sides of my head. I didn't understand why they were holding me down until a powerful shaking started from my chest and moved into my limbs and neck. It was like I was convulsing, but without the vomit or foam. The tremors went on for a solid thirty seconds before they finally stopped. Dean and Castiel let go then stood up straight to catch their breath.

"What was that?" Dean huffed between breaths.

"It's an old remedy for detriment of soul. It isn't exactly what we need, but it'll numb the pain for a while."

"Thanks Castiel." I muttered with my heart still racing. Just then Dean's phone started to ring in his breast pocket.

"Yeah... no, she's awake. Cas just brought her kool-ade... right... okay, bring it down... what kind of pie did they have?... awesome. Have them put a slice away for me. Better yet, two." he smiled before hanging his phone up.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What? Pie feeds the soul." I rolled my eyes then went back to waiting. This time for Sam. When the car rolled up outside, Dean and Castiel went up to see him, leaving me alone in my iron cage. It might have been keeping me safe, but it was a cage none the less. I paced around the room while I waited for them to return like a dog. Anything to stretch my legs, but also like a dog, I wanted to roam around for a while.

Sam came back down when the sun was starting to set with another bag of food. "Thought you'd want something that wasn't going to kill you." I went through the bag to find a boxed salad and a turkey sandwich. "I know how old burgers can get after a while."

"It's when they're cold that I hate them, but sure, salad is a nice mix up. Thank you Sam."

"No problem. So, how do you feel?"

"I can feel it because I know it's there, but it is tolerable."

"Listen, we'll stay here with you for a few more hours, then Dean and I are going back to the motel. We are working on some charms and hex bags to keep you hidden from anything, but if you need anything, Cas has our numbers in his phone." Okay, that made me laugh. "What?"

"Castiel, the angel, has a cell phone?"

"I know, that's what we thought at first too."

"I really can't thank you guys enough for what you're doing."

"Don't worry about it. Just try to take it easy in here and rest up."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there's not much else to do." I laughed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'd given you one of Bobbie's books to read, but as you can see, ash isn't something most of us are literate in."

"Who was Bobbie anyway?"

"He was another hunter, like us and our father. But sometimes he was more than that. He was like our father too."

"What happened to him, if you don't mind me asking?"

"He was shot."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright."

"If you two want to go now, it's okay. You have things to do, and your brother seems excited about the pie." When Sam stopped laughing, he looked at me with questioning eyes. "It's alright."

He nodded then headed for the door. "If you really need them, the pills are by the candle with a bottle of water."

"Thanks Sam." And with that, I was alone again, so I laid back down on the bed and just closed my eyes. There was nothing here to do, no one to talk to, so I was better of just sleeping the time away.

A little while after Sam left, the pulsing came back to my head and I cringed, but after a few moments, it faded away again. "Are your legs sore?" I jumped at the voice that broke the silence.

"Holy crap! Can I get a warning next time you try to give me a heart attack?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause your cardiac muscle to cease its beating." I had to think about it before I realized that he was joking.

"You know, when I think angel, your face doesn't come to mind."

"This isn't my face."

"Huh?"

"This is my vessel, Jimmy Novak. You wouldn't be able to see my real face without causing an eminence amount of damage to yourself."

"Oh, I see." Talking to an angel felt weird. I wasn't sure what to say. There was a long quiet between us before I remembered what I was going to ask him. "Castiel?"

"Yes,"

"What do demons fear?"

"Their masters, death, pain, the same as humans. Why?"

"Just curious." If it was going to be that simple, all I had to do was find her boss, the one she'd been collecting the souls for. Nora feared her boss because he would punish her if she messed up, but then why did she fear Castiel? Maybe he knew how to kill her, but if he did, then why didn't he do it when he had a chance?

There was another long silence. "Do you have a plan, an idea how to fix this?"

"Sam and Dean are finding a way. The basic idea is known by us three."

"So yes."

"Yes."

"It's going to be painful, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And my chance of death, it isn't low, is it?"

"No." he answered after a deep breath.

"Okay."

"No argument? No fight to find another way?"

"No, if you're not giving up, then neither will I." He didn't say anything else, so I just rolled over to face the wall again. "You're not giving up on me, not yet." I mumbled to myself, then I felt a slight breeze on my cheek so I turned over to find the angel standing next to me.

"I'm not going to give up."

"So are you like a guardian angel or something?"

"No, but it's my fault that you're like this."

"No it's not." I sat up. "Castiel, it's Nora's fault. She did this to me, not you."

He looked down to speak. "I would have expelled her differently if I knew who she was. You would have been fine if I did. I carelessly used the normal exorcism, but she gave clear signs to say who she was. I ignored them and you are paying the price."

"Well, you're trying to fix it," I wasn't sure if I believed him that this was his fault and not the luck of the draw. "That's good enough for me." Already he was showing that he wanted to fix this, so I couldn't place blame on anyone but Nora. I reached out and touched his hand, letting him know that I trusted him and if he was right, forgave him, but he scooted away at the touch of my hand, like I'd scared him. "I'm sorry." I said as he turned back to his chair.

I laid back down and just drifted back to my world of peace, hoping for sleep to carry me to tomorrow.

She was asleep, just there next to him, but he didn't understand the trust she had in him. He'd explained to her that it was his fault that she was broken and in pain, but she trusted him anyway. Why would she do that? What had he done to prove himself to her? He felt like that was the only important thing at the moment, proving himself to her. He wanted to earn the trust she had already given him.

A single cold wind blew down the vent into the room, making Satine shiver in her sleep. The angel took notice of this and immediately took off his coat and laid it down across her body. Maybe this was where he could start.