AN: Hello everyone! Hope you're enjoying everything so far. Just a heads up, everything from this chapter on takes place after season 9, after the mark of Cain, after the fall, and after Metatron is imprisoned. Please, feel free to leave comments, I'd love to hear what you all think of the story so far, or any reactions you might have.

20

For three more years I went on with Nora in me. I didn't fight her like I once did and she was comfy inside me. She did her job and toyed with her catch. Again we went on for countless days and nights with little rest. If we weren't on a collection we were partying in the only way Nora liked. We drank and fucked and killed. It seemed to be the only things she enjoyed.

We were on a particularly hard collection in Nebraska from a man who knew we were after him. We'd chased him for three states. He knew some things about demons and was handier than Nora liked. It was when we were in deep trouble, like this man gave us, that she'd jump out of me for a moment and I'd get her out of traps. We had a different relationship than we had the last time. I knew her twerks and quirks. I knew to jump when the ground fell out from under us and this made her more friendly, if that was possible. She didn't jerk me around like she had before. No we were used to each other. Occasionally we'd go to Crowley for a new assignment and he'd be proud of my work as a vessel. Nora would take her brake and I would be free in myself for a few hours, but I'd never run away.

Maybe if I had this freedom the first time around I'd have run long ago, but I had a deal. The angels and Winchesters would be safe as long as served my purpose. And serve I did. I had long gotten over the feelings of guilt. It was just part of the deal and I couldn't care less anymore. I was as numb to it as I was to the feeling of Nora inside me.

Whenever I was dragged around to harshly, it only took one trip back to hell on earth that I was patched up nicely. I had no real run-ins with any danger and this kept me going. No hunters or angels ever crossed my path and this kept work easy for both Nora and myself, until this collection in Nebraska.

We had finally after a week gotten the man in place for a nice visit from hell hounds. We had gotten him in a nice corner of town where no one seemed to venture when he had run as far as he could. He tripped in a dark warehouse and a simple whistle from my lips called upon the dogs.

They were there in seconds, snapping and growling at my legs.

"Hey, call off the hounds." A voice behind us made me turn.

"And why in hell would I do that?" my lips smiled sweetly at this other man.

"Because," he lit a match and burned a lantern to light up the room. We were standing in a devil's trap. I started to laugh at the man and my head fell back and Nora jumped out like normal.

"So much for the fighter you said she was." The new man laughed at the one on the floor.

"Ma'am are you alright?" the other one crawled to me. He helped me up and walked me out.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. They were both a few steps ahead when Nora jumped back in and whistled again. The dogs were back on the first man and clawed him to bits in only seconds. We laughed at their trusting.

"What are you?" the hunter asked as we laughed still.

"But a humble demon." We took a bow. The other man was dead on the floor and the hounds were back at my side. We were closing in on the man when another came up behind us and grabbed me by my hair and slapped an iron collar around my neck, then two cuffs around my wrists.

"Call them off," the man behind me growled. I looked at him from the corner of my eye then he put a blade to my side and took a slice.

"Ah," I yelled. This was the first weapon of any kind that hurt me.

"Now!" I made a quick hand movement and they went running.

"Nice," the other man said. This collection was a trap. The boss was going to be pissed, that much I knew.

I was dragged into a black van and hauled away for at least an hour. Nora was silent on her end leaving me to do all the thinking. She often pressed me for ideas when it came to hunters, but normally we could evade them easily enough, but these two were different. It was like they'd been following our movements, our patterns.

When we got to wherever we were going, I was pulled out and forced down into a chair with a bright light above me. I was chained down while they circled me.

"What do you fellas want? A chat with the boss? No, let me guess. You want women and wine. No that's too old world. I give up, go ahead and tell me."

"You can start with whatever the hell you are." The taller one asked.

"A demon, what else?"

"No, we've seen how you work. You're no demon. Jumping out of traps, evading the burn of holy water. You're something else."

"Something new."

"Oh, please, it is too early in the night to get me all hot and bothered. Buy me a drink first, at least."

"Save it." I pouted at the taller one. He was the one that cuffed me. He knew something different.

"Let's just cut her open and find out."

"S and M you say. Well, I'm down with that." I smirked. I got a slice to the hand that burned terribly.

"Oh, do it again." I teased. Another slice, to the leg this time. Then another to the chest.

"Ready to open up yet?" the shorter one asked. I had screamed with every cut. Nora was trapped in me and she was starting to fear. I hated when she was afraid because it made my whole body feel sick.

"Gotta try harder." He punched me in the jaw out of frustration.

"Fine," He pulled out a book and started reading the Latin incantation we knew too well. We'd never been held down through a whole one, but it looked like this time we were screwed. He got through the whole thing before I started to feel the claws. The whole room started to shake like a storm and the wind blew the lighting out of place. Nora hissed and growled and held on with everything she could until she was forced out again, only there was nowhere for her to go. The room was like it was built for holding demons. There had to have been sigils in the walls or salt in the paint, but whatever it was she was trapped in the cloud. She went for both men but they were warded with something. She couldn't get in and while she flew around the room the two men got to work, tossing holy oil until they figured it wasn't working.

As one last attempt, Nora few into a bird that was caged on a small table in the back of the room. The men went up to her and with the blade, stabbed right through the small animal. It lit up orange from the inside before falling dead. No smoke arose from it. Nora never left it.

I sat back in the chair from exhaustion and started to moan. My cuts throbbed and bled. Then my head started to ache, but not like before. No this was what I felt before but tenfold. I sat and screamed. I wailed and cried and dug at my skull as the men neared me.

"She's dead, Miss." They said but I could feel her marks right through me still. They were deeper than ever before. The pain was too much but I healed my other wounds before blacking out.

She sat still in the chair.

"What do we do with her?" the short one asked.

"I don't know. I've never seen anything like that before. It was like she and the demon were working together. She helped get the demon out of traps and then possessed again."

"I think we should call them."

"You think they've seen this before?"

"I don't know, man. But I have a feeling they've seen more than us." The short one pulled out his phone and made a call.

I awoke soon to a throbbing again. I was in a car with the two men driving while I laid in the back.

"I need Castiel," I grumbled. My voice was lost to me.

"Hold on, did she say something?" the driver asked.

"Yeah, I think so. What'd you say, miss?"

"Castiel," I managed before I started to scream again and everything went dark.

They drove all the way to Idaho where they met another two men who they told the story to. They passed on direction to where to take her, heading further south. She'd been passed on through several homes of hunters. Remedies were tried but none could relieve the pain of her head. She was inspected many times but no one had any idea how she ended up this way, but more than once a knife was out to her throat as an easier way out. She was looked over and her eyes opened and closed to many different faces, but she was kept hidden from everyday people everywhere she went. Hospitals were always out of the question, but instead beds and tables of those he knew the marks of a demon. Her screams were heard by many ears but no words could sooth her. She'd scream until she blacked out every time from pain.

It wasn't until she made it to the home of a man named Jefferson did someone know the right place to look. He got word of a woman passing through the homes of hunters in need of help and went right to see what was up. He took her back to his lodge outside of Kansas and looked her over for himself. He watched her scream fest play out before thought to check her eyes. There in the iris he found the red marks. He knew exactly what kind of demon had possessed her and that there was only one cure for her.

He popped on his phone in moments in hope of finding the proper ingredients for the spell he had in mind.

"Jefferson here,"

"Oh, hey Jefferson. What's up?"

"I'm looking for a few special ingredients for a spell. Hoping you might know where I could find some?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Golden tiger hair, owl's beak, and, okay I know this one is going to sound weird, but I need ashes of ninroot, aged a thousand years."

"What kind of spell are you using?"

"Mind walker spell. I got this girl here, she's been passed around hunters for a few weeks and no one had been able to figure out what's wrong with her. She wakes up screaming then passes out after a few seconds every time. It's stumped everyone but I think I know what's wrong with her."

"How far out are you?"

"Clarksville, on Second Street."

"Listen, is it alright if we head on over and check it out ourselves?"

"Knock yourself out. I gotta figure out how I'm going to find this stuff,"

"Right, we'll see ya in a few."

"Got ya." He hung up and turned back to the girl.

I was awake for a few minutes while this man was in the middle of a dusty book. I whimpered feeling the throbbing in my eyes and head again. "Castiel," I got out.

"Did you say something?" the man asked and came over.

"Castiel," I said again.

"What is that?"

"Castiel," I said. Outside a car door slammed shut and the man turned away to the door.

"Come on in boys, she's right inside. Just woke up, but I don't understand what she's saying."

"The rattling of a mad man, am I right?"

"It sounds like a name, Cattle, Castel,"

"Castiel?" the other man said.

"That's it. How did you know that?" In moments a new man was in the home and by my side. He grabbed my hand tightly.

"She's alive." The man said.

"Satine," he whispered and I looked at him.

"Dean, I need Castiel."

"Don't worry, we'll get him." I heard before going out again.

"You know her?" Jefferson asked.

"Yes," Dean nodded with tears in his eyes as he smiled to himself.

"She has the red in her eyes from a collection demon."

"Nora," Dean said. "The demon is named Nora. Her name is Satine."

"Do you know how long she was possessed?"

"Three years she's been gone. We thought she was dead." He had to sit down and pull out his phone.

"Cas, it's me. Come to Clarksville we need your help." The angel was there in moments.

"Dean, what is it?" Dean just looked at the table where Satine laid.

"You found her," he came over and opened her eyes. "Nora?"

"Dead as far as we can tell," Jefferson answered.

"I need to get the spell together."

"She's been like this for three weeks." Jefferson said. Dean remembered what it was like the first time, how she screamed in pain every time the marks throbbed. He couldn't even imagine three weeks of it.

Castiel was back in about an hour ready to start the spell. Like before he lit fire to everything then spoke in Latin as Jefferson and Dean held her down and Castiel touched her temples. He was again walking around inside a darker version of Satine. It wasn't like last time where Nora was only in her for a few months. After three years of watching death and torture, Satine was riddled with darkness and scarred over numb. He easily found the claw marks and was able to heal like he did last time, but he was afraid that Satine was no longer the woman that they all knew.

It was a few hours of Castiel wandering in Satine before he was back in his vessel. He was exhausted and so was Satine.

"She is better."

"Great," Dean beamed as he would to a long lost sister. "We can take her to the bunker to rest up. She'll be on her feet in no time."

"Dean, this isn't the Satine you know."

"What'd'ya mean? Look at her. It's Satine."

"Dean, Nora was in there for three years. She was awake for everything. Do not be surprised if she isn't like you remember." Dean worried a bit at this but took her to the bunker anyway. He found Sam there and he could only stare with his mouth open as Dean brought her to one of the open bedrooms in the buildings down their hall.

"She's alive." Sam whispered to himself.

"Nora," Dean said as they stood over her.

"Is she…" he pointed to his head.

"She was, Cas fixed her again, but I don't know how long she'll be out." They both stood by the bed in awe. They had thought she was long dead.

"Crowley let her go, you think?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but Nora sure as hell didn't approve of it. She had the same markings in her eyes as she did last time."

"What should we tell her?"

"About what?"

"Dean, but it's been three years. Don't you think she should at least know?"

"No, I don't. Like you said, it's been three years. She's needs a break and I don't want any more of these feathery assholes around anywhere near this place. Who knows what'll show up if she starts praying?" Sam wasn't so sure. Gadreel had gone looking for her the moment he got his grace back, but after a year he began to lose hope. He was with her for such a short period of time, but he grew to love her quickly. She was what he needed. She saw in him what he couldn't and protected him like she'd forgotten he was an angel. His mistakes were overlooked by her and his redemption was possible. Her forgiveness drew him close and her love was what kept him looking. He remembered seeing her as he received his grace again with Crowley. He never found her and after three years, now that the Winchesters had her. Then the whole suicide thing. They didn't know what to tell her.

"What about Cas? Do you think he'd tell her?"

"I think he's as shocked as we are that she's even alive. Even part angel, how the hell did she survive three years?"

"Sam, Dean," a voice got their attention.

"Cas,"

"I think it's time we told Satine about Gadreel." Cas suggested. Sam looked at his brother with a smirk.

"Why?" Dean demanded.

"She's waited long enough." Cas sighed.

"She hasn't said anything about him. How do we know she wants to know at all?" Dean was so damn stubborn about keeping Gadreel away. "She's been through enough. Don't talk about him and if she asks-…."

"Let's just let her sleep for now." Sam said, breaking the tension. Everyone agreed, but no matter what Dean said, Sam still believed the girl needed to know.

When he was looking for her, Dean had no sympathy for him. Gadreel broke without her and Sam could understand why. After Jess, he knew that pain.