Blah, ok, chapter 15! Damn, I'm getting pretty far in this story. Important notice: aside from not owning the Winchesters, Big Bad, nor the Impala... updates will be coming in a bit slower soon, they'll be comin in one at a time and maybe once a week, School starts up again for me on wednesday, but I'm going to try to write as much as I can until then. Here's the last of what I got for now...

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Reality and sobriety had both viciously slapped Dean in the face when he saw Nadia's features grow taut in concern and fear; the transformation angered him, actually. He wanted so much to make her smile, make her happy; to ward off fear, pain… anything short of true happiness from her like salt would ward off malevolent spirits. He'd seen Cristin walking towards them long before Nadia did; he knew as soon as she made her presence known he had to sneak away, and sneak away he did. Quietly disappearing amongst the plethora of aged hunters he snuck out to his car to retrieve the Colt and fill it with the bullets Sammy had handed him before they left for the bar.

He hid half-hazardly when he heard the girls exit the tavern. He thought he'd see Cristin pushing Nadia mercilessly to a spot where some kind of brawl would occur, or where the possessed girl might kill his fellow huntress… No, I won't let that happen…not to her. But instead he was slightly shocked to see that it was Nadia who seemed in control of the situation, followed closely by Mean Maureen and ol' Lady Langley.

They were walking towards the back lots of the building, so he followed in the shadows, quietly, stealthily stalking after them. Gotta remember to thank Sammy for these bullets later, "…or not." he thought as he began to see the shapes of Cristin's associates, then he stopped short, as did Nadia, when they saw the 'opposing team'; it was another young couple, holding Emily up—since she could barely hold herself up, she looked like she'd been beaten to hell—and the one person who, with the black soul-less eyes, made Dean's blood run cold: Sammy.

Soft voices drew him from his desperate thoughts, Nadia was speaking to Emily and Sam, "Emily… what did they do to you?" he could tell she was terrified of going to her sister, the demon couple gave her testing glares; completely disregarding the huntresses backing Nadia. "Sammy… you're so much better than this, fight it… I know you can, you can beat it; god… what would Dean think?"

Good question… better question: what the hell is my next move? I need to get in there and do something… he thought, easing into full-on hunter mode. His stony hazel eyes slowly scanned the area, gauging his chances and every possible scenario; in the end he didn't like the situation he was about to step into… not one bit. Sammy's harsh and hurtful tone cut through his brother's thoughts like a freshly sharpened knife.

"You know Nadia; it's almost sweet how you mindlessly care for people you know nothing about… I'm almost touched how broken you felt after your last vision. I mean, what to you care who the Demon kills? Why care if it kills the ol' fart? It's not your problem, it's not happening to Emily over here," he snarled, turning and motioning at the wounded girl, "none of it has anything to do with you… so why do you all of a sudden care? And Dean… you know Big Bad is going to come and kill you, leaving you to burn where big brother Winchester can only watch… just like Sammy's Jessica. You know he'll do that to you, yet to continue this charade with Dean… like somehow it'll be different in your case…"

Nadia shuddered, staring brokenly at the pavement before her as Sam's cruel words sunk in, "Nadia… there are no exceptions when it comes to demons like us." Cristin and the demon couple looked extremely bored as Sam continued onward with his rant; and as if she couldn't take it anymore, Cristin flicked her eyes to the elderly huntresses protecting Nadia and with the slight twitch of a smirk all three went flying backwards and away from Nadia.

She sighed agitatedly, "Dia, sweetheart, did you really think that a bunch of old biddy's could protect you from us? Ha, ha… you're alone Nadia, no-one can protect or save you or Emily now…"

He would deny it to high hell and back again; but for as much as Cristin and his possessed brother mercilessly slighted Nadia, it wasn't their words that shot acid into his veins but the faint, forlorn whimper their victim released as she fell slowly to her knees in defeat. "Hope it's not too late to crash this crappy party…" he exclaimed cockily, as per usual, keeping part of himself partially covered by shadows to hide the Colt.

"Dean," Cristin actually seemed genuinely happy that the older Winchester brother was finally making an appearance, "so nice of you to finally join us. You know, I still have yet to repay you boys for that little exorcism you pulled on me at Bobby's…" she said as she flicked out a butterfly knife and held it threateningly to Sam's throat; who simply looked at her blankly.

"…Sam…!" he mumbled nearly taking a step forward; he froze when he remembered… That's not Sam, not my Sammy…Sammy has green, worldly eyes… not those black things…

"You know what, Deany… you're right, Sammy is lost to you now;" the knife dropped from his brother's neck, "don't worry, I still know another way to bring you to your knees, Hunter." Her final word was venomously spat in his direction as she grabbed Nadia's jacket and wrenched her to her feet and replaced the blade against hers as she held the huntress firmly in front of her, shielding herself from anything the hunter could possibly be planning. The demon smiled sourly when she was rewarded with the reaction she'd hoped to draw from Dean.

Dean…her thoughts begged, ringing in his head…please don't get yourself killed trying to save my ass… kill them, do what you can to save Emmy and Sam… but don't—

No Nadia, his thoughts retorted harshly, don't you let them win…we've fought too hard to forfeit everything now. Now fight them, fight harder than you've ever fought before. For a moment, he was worried that Cristin had stabbed her from behind by the way Nadia snapped her eyes shut; but the sudden shift in air pressure told him differently. Everything felt slightly heavier, and everyone's hair looked as if it was being pushed down; concentration claimed the gifted huntresses features, her left eyebrow twitched upwards, but it seemed that was the only change.

The demons looked about with a slight sense of panic as the pressure built and thickened and caused them to be a little disoriented; the couple dropped Emily's arms completely, Dean felt the weight of the girl's body crumpling to the ground in his chest, he was strangely glad that Nadia was so focused that she couldn't see her sister fall.

"What's happening… what's going on… brother!" Cristin demanded as she turned to Sam, looking as baffled and tense as he did.

"Generally guys… this is why you don't pick fights with a psychic demon hunter… especially if you bothered to take a glance at what sorts of abilities she might possess." Dean quipped sarcastically; anger consumed Cristin, taking a quick step or two to stand in front of the girl, she drew back her fist to knock Nadia out. Her knuckles never came into contact with its target; Nadia's eyes flew open as Cristin's hand froze less than an inch from her nose.

"What the…" her attacker whispered as she was assaulted by the unusual presence of silver irises speckled with lightening bolt-esque blue streaks; the eyes were wide and fearless, daring, mocking, glued on the surprised demon.

"That's not very nice, Cristin…" she deadpanned after cocking her head to the side; satisfied with the obvious dread she'd placed in her old friend she turned to Sam, "and you… Sam was intended for many things… but being invaded by one of you damnable creatures isn't one of them. Get OUT!" the silver-blue eyes narrowed hatefully and a black cloud erupted from Sam's mouth and eyes, when it was finally gone, the younger Winchester swayed and collapsed next to Emily.

"…Sam!" Dean gasped as he began to run towards his brother. Wait, Dean… we'll attend to our siblings when it's safe; he'll be fine where he is, he can protect Emmy from there. Give me the gun, Dean. She stretched out her hand towards him, palm up and open, never looking away from Cristin. Glancing down at the Colt to make sure it was loaded, the gun was ripped from his hand, landing in Nadia's grasp; the girl wasted no time in pistol whipping Cristin.

"You are occupying my best friend's corpse, she taught me to fight dirty… not a quality of a good little hunter, but it gives me the upper hand… I'm not killing you just yet because… my-my sister... needs—" she paused, gasping painfully when she felt her heartbeat become rapid and painful, looking down at Emily she saw quite plainly that she was feeling her sisters pain; it was intense, more so than any pain she'd ever felt through her empathic abilities. Remembering that she needed to be strong and act as such for Emily, she tried to push away the pain her sister helplessly projected unto her, it didn't seem to be working.

Cristin, though shocked, began to laugh inanely at the entire scene before her. "Humans and your pointless emotions, they weaken you… look at yourself, Nadia… your emotions for your sister are keeping you from even standing up straight!" she taunted loudly as she pushed her down to the ground by simply pressing her pointer finger on Nadia's forehead. "It's made you so weak… I could kill them all right now, and even with your freakish powers… you won't be able to stop me."

She chuckled again, seeing that the tears trickling down Nadia's face was proof that she was right, "Ya know what…? I think I'll do just that… but, I'm a patient demon… and I'm certainly not selfish. I'm going to let my little brother and sister here have their fun with you… Oh, don't worry about Emily… I'll make sure she watches every second of them torturing you." As if sensing some cocky remark from Dean, the demon whipped her head around to face him, "…and you, Dean, be a good little boy and don't interrupt the show." Blinking her eyes back to demonic black pits, Dean found himself plastered to the back of some old and run down van; all control over his movements and voice ripped away from him at the same time.

Cristin's head twitched in Nadia's direction, signaling to the young demonic couple that it was time for them to have fun with the huntress and with twisted, wicked, crooked grins they approached their victim while Cristin sauntered slowly over to the wounded younger sister and Sam, who was still unconscious. As she smiled evilly upon the two younger siblings, she sat on Emily's lower back, grabbed a fistful of the curly brown hair and wrenched Em's head off the ground just enough for her to be forced to watch her helpless sister without running the risk of a broken neck. "Enjoy the show squirt!"

Even as her sister's pain crippled her, and Dean's terrified thoughts roared in her head; Nadia held the Colt in a death grip, struggling to lift the weapon she pointed it at the young man advancing towards her with menacing speed and squeezed the trigger. In a flash, she brought one of her attackers down with a bullet to the arm; with a slight struggle, she managed to smirk at Cristin. She'd underestimated the huntress in thinking she wouldn't be able to better her odds, turn the tables just slightly on her enemies.

However, she wasn't so lucky in taking the girl down so easily. The teenage demon grabbed her by the collar of her leather jacket and head butted Nadia so hard, she could have sworn she saw stars. From the odd angle of the impact, the possessed girl's forehead slammed against Nadia's right eyebrow, effectively splitting it open; partially blinding her as blood poured into her eye. Due to the set back of the gash, the little bitch attacking her was able to throw one successful punch after another; but as she landed a strike under her chin, knocking Nadia to the ground, as she fell she was finally able to bring the gun up just enough to bury one of the special bullets square in the girl's sternum, shattering the bone as it hit her point blank.

For the first time since her empathic skills struck her with a curve ball, she lay on the ground reveling the break from the beating she'd received. The feel of the pungent pavement actually felt cool on her aching body, easing the raging fire that burned in her head. Coughing up a bit of blood, her head rolled to its side as her sight fell upon her fellow hunters and Cristin.

Weakly she attempted to lift the gun once more to end her old friend's suffering, if Cristin was still in her grave she'd be rolling over in it… her spirit probably isn't too happy… Dread overtook whatever bit of her wasn't wholly concentrated on the immense pain ravaging her body when she couldn't even lift her wrist from the ground. Her friend's possessed corpse seemed fiendishly content with Nadia's lack of mobility as she got up from sitting on her broken baby sister and strolled over to where she lay, spent and bloody. "Not everybody's cut out to be a demon, I guess… it's too bad, ya know; I was hoping to make it easier for you. If you had just let them kill you… you wouldn't be forced to watch me kill your sister, I know how protective you are of her… can't say I didn't try doing something nice for you," her expression was woeful, but her voice held nothing but pure pseudo-sorrow, "oh well… it's time for the grand finale, huh?"

Cristin's left hand clasped onto her face with ferocious pressure as she effortlessly hoisted Nadia from her spot on the ground; squeezing harder at every feeble attempt to turn away from Emily. "How should she go, Nadia… huh? Should I force you to point your precious Colt at the squirt and manipulate your fingers to pull the trigger, make you hate and blame yourself for her death until you follow her into the unknown… no? Slit her throat… rip her heart out through her chest… run her through with my knife… what'll it be, DiDi?"

Nadia gave no answer, she just continued to tiredly claw at the hand grasping her jaw, eyes overflowing with twin raging rivers of tears. I failed you; Emmy…all I ever wanted was for you to be safe…

"Seems to me you've fucked up quite nicely, great big sister you are… were…" the bitter sting of her sadistic words stabbed at Nadia like a million blades. Inches from her face, Cristin was curiously observing her reaction, her thoughts, the emotions she loathed so much. Vaguely, momentarily, she remembered that even at her rotten, baleful core… had she been in a situation remotely similar to Nadia's, she would probably feel the same way… if she were capable of letting such frivolous things such as emotions consume her, anyway. "I know… how about we do a little reenactment of what she witnessed when her big sister had her first vision… that sounds like fun…"

Slowly and menacingly she turned her head towards Emily's barely alert, limp form; the girl flipped onto her back and skidded a little as an invisible force kicked mercilessly at her. Her concentration was torn between watching Emily suffer and enjoying how the brutal attack affected her sister, the racing heartbeat, the disorienting dread consuming her… just feeling Nadia's resolve dissipate against her fingers gave Cristin a thrill. Smirking, she unleashed the full ferocity of her attack… the whole nine yards. "Ya know… when Sammy over there was possessed… he was half-way right about something; of you and your annoying little boyfriend over there… one of you will die like your father and mommy's did, like Jessss did." She hissed in the gifted huntress's ear,

"Only, he's not going to kill you, not yet anyway… sweet little Jess and Deany over there have a little thing in common you know… a connection I'm sure Sammy knows, if he thought hard enough about it… Big Bad, as you guys have so cleverly dubbed him, will come after him soon enough; if he's taken care of the little business that's keeping him from being here right now."

Nadia sobbed through clenched teeth as she involuntarily beheld the agonizing sight of every muscle in Emily's body go taut, back arching clear off the ground, hands desperately trying to scratch at the relentless constriction in her chest; struggling to draw in even the tiniest bit of oxygen. Nadia quivered as her sister's pain slammed against her, wishing that she could black out from the lack of oxygen in her body instead of Emily. Rage swam dizzyingly in her head, synchronizing with the fear and anguish that swam in Emily's; once more Nadia's eyes clenched shut, opening to reveal a second appearance of the striking silver-blue eyes. The scream that erupted from the young psychic broke every window of the cars so far as twenty feet away from her, fruitfully breaking the grasp Cristin had on her; it even managed to release Dean from his phantom restraints, throwing him harshly to his hands and knees.

Angry hands clasped dangerously to the collar of Cristin's shirt and jacket as the tables turned once more between the girls; the wind began to pick up as Nadia's glare became wholly focused on the demon before her, tendrils of bloody flames flew and fluttered about her head as she spoke, "I think it's time for a little girl-talk, Cris-Cris; you see, I know you came here with intentions of killing me and mine and claiming the gun for yourself. But, you fucked up when you decided to lay a damned hand on Emily Coltier," She paused a beat, letting what she said sink in, "because now… I'VE GOT NOTHING. LEFT. TO. LOSE! If she dies… I've got nothing left in this world to lose, which means without any shred of regret, live or die… I will waltz right into hell and destroy every last one of you son's a-bitch's… and if you happen to be fortunate enough to still exist when that happens… I'll make you watch, you'll be the last to die at my hands."

Cristin glared back with a bit of confusion in her narrowed black eyes, "… what?"

"Guess daddydearest hasn't caught his miscalculation just yet… I'm ready for him, I'm ready to face and kill him, and all of his little bastards. Samuel Colt's last descendant is ready to come forth and kick your daddy's ass with the family gun… and an arsenal of bullets; this baby ain't restricted to the six bullets the Winchester's found it with anymore." She whispered venomously into the demon's ear, sounding almost as evil and deadly as Cristin did in both this body and Meg's. "When I let you go… unless you want your lowly existence to end right here, right now, I suggest you get as far from me as fast as you can…" releasing her death-grip on her clothes, Nadia took a step back in show of keeping her word, "… beat it."

Dean watched in disbelief as the huntress actually let their adversary go, let the demon who damn near killed Emily walk away scot-free, "What the hell are you doing!"

Once Cristin's figure disappeared from everyone's line of sight, Nadia acknowledged the hunter's words, turning to face him and felt a stab of shame when he trembled slightly at seeing her silver-blue eyes still smoldering with rage fall on him. Even while they retained their fearful color, her gaze softened and she tilted her head to regard his well being, "Are you okay?"

He nodded slightly; still unable to lock eyes with the steely, unnaturally colored orbs.

Remembrance sparked an odd look of deep concern in the huntress as she pivoted swiftly to look for Emily and Sam. Her breathing quickened when she saw that Sam had regained consciousness and was cradling Emily's limp, unmoving form in his long arms. Sprinting the final few feet between the younger siblings and herself, she gently picked her sister up from Sam's grasp; tears of relief rained down when Nadia's fingertips found a pulse thumping against her fingertips. Hugging the girl close to her, she sobbed into her sister's curly hair, "Ugh, Emmy… god I was so afraid… I thought I lost you…" Fear refused to release her from its grip as she realized there was still a very real possibility that her sister could die from the attack.

"Nadia…" Sam's quiet, apologetic voice began; she could almost feel the shame and regret in it, "I… I don't know what to say… I don't know what happened… please don't… I didn't… I'm… I'm sorry, if I did anything… to, to hurt her…" they all knew words could never express what he was trying to say, what he was trying… hoping to mend.

"Don't Sam… just, don't. I know it wasn't you… so don't say it… I don't want to hear it, I don't ever want to be reminded about what just happened…" her eyes never strayed from Emily's pale face, her voice shook with pain and hatred; even if she didn't say it, and for as much as she was sincerely trying, a bit of her couldn't help but feel slightly resentful towards the boy, regardless of his inability to control his possessed self or not. When she did look up, she only looked at Dean; this time, however, he remained stony and statue-esque as he watched the scene before him. Inside he crumbled at the image of her vulnerability; she seemed so lost, childlike. "Dean…? She needs help; fast… call an ambulance, I…"

In seconds flat, he had his cell out, impatiently awaiting for someone to pick up; offering them a tiny grin of reassurance. All at once, Nadia's eyes returned to normal, the adrenaline that had once been gushing through her veins had all but dissipated, leaving her feeling heavy and weak. Don't leave me, baby sister. She thought as the familiar blinking lights and barely audible sirens of the ambulance cut through the thick cloud of thoughts consuming the huntress's mind; she vaguely remembered seeing a paramedic, accompanied by Dean, approach her and Emily as she went limp, her world swirling into darkness.

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Mwah-hahahaha! Evil laugh, lol. Hope you guys enjoyed... and remember, this is still only the tip of the iceburg!