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Chapter 4: Enemies

Davian snarled in frustration as he hurled another unoffending object at a nearby wall. The Winchester's were alive, he knew it, but he was not sure where. Davian was possessed of the ability to detect the whereabouts of any mortal that may be a threat to his father and their kind. As such he knew the whereabouts of all of the hunters in the America, almost all. About a week ago, the three men had disappeared out of his sensing range, their life signs masked from him and he could not figure out why.

Only one thing could mask the sense of them from him, an Angel Child; the son or daughter of an angel, but they were forbidden, his enemy had forbidden them millennia ago. If one of his servants had taken it upon themselves to create such life... Davian shuddered from the thought. At this point, it did not matter if an Angel Child was with the Winchester's, he had a vague sense of where they were hiding and when he had enlisted the help of the woman who had just walked in through the bar door, a vague idea would not matter and even an Angel Child would be vulnerable to a vampire. He left the small room and approached her from behind, leaning over her shoulder as he began to talk.

"Kate," he purred, his brilliant blue eyes shifting to total blackness, "I would like to offer you a chance for revenge."

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It had been nearly two weeks since Dean had woken up and the family was starting to feel a little strained. He was still unsure of who he really was and none of the others had told him the truth yet for fear of upsetting him. Dean's relationship with Sam improved steadily every day, and the time he spent with Eve was always easy, the dark haired woman seemed to have a calming effect on him every time he seemed set to fly into a rage or a bout of depression due to his condition. The only person that he did not seem to be able to deal with was John. Something about him made Dean feel resentful and abandoned. Neither Sam or Eve would tell him why but he knew that it had something to do with his mother. He could not remember what had happened to her but he knew that she was dead. Bit by little bit memories came back to him. Little things at first, like staying in a motel room with Sam and Eve when they were all much younger, waiting for his Dad to come back from God only knew where. Or the time when he had put Nair into Sam's shampoo as a practical joke, Eve took great pleasure in telling him how she had helped Sam get his revenge.

"I remember when you did that," she had laughed gently, her odd lilac/blue eyes glowing with mirth. "You're dad went mental! Said that he couldn't leave us alone for ten minutes without you or I getting us into trouble. He blamed me too, you know, it was my Nair after all. Sammy and I got you good though. I remembered the bright pink nail polish that you had brought me for my birthday the year before, the one that I never wore because it was so terrible. In those days nothing could wake you when you slept, I could scream in your ear and you wouldn't stir. Anyway, Sammy and I waited until you were asleep and then painted all of your nails bright pink! It was a pathetic attempt at getting you back but it worked like a charm. Especially when I hid the polish remover. There was no way for you to get it off. You went to school with those nails for three days until I finally took pity on you and told you how to remove it. I thought your dad was going to kill us for that one."

"He didn't?"

"No, he laughed almost as hard as Sam did when he saw your face when you first woke up." Dean had not been sure if he was relieved that the family seemed to have had such a normal existence or suspicious that they were keeping something from him.

It was later that day when Sam and Eve went to leave. He had been quiet all day, barely talking, never laughing.

"I'll catch up, Sam," she said to his brother, who nodded and left, seeming to sense that she did not want him around, that she was going to try to help his brother. "Dean," she sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand in hers, "you've been quiet all day. What's wrong?"

"What do you think?" he demanded, knowing that he should not take it out on her but unable to stop himself. "I have no idea who I really am, I don't trust my own father. I've been comatose for two months, and I can barely walk to the bathroom let alone run or leave the hospital. I'm alone, Eve."

"You know, self pity was never one of your more attractive faults."

"How the hell do you know that? I barely remember you! I remember Sam and Dad less! You all talk about me as though I'm this great guy, this wonderful person that everyone would love, but then when I try to dig deeper you all clam up! You aren't telling me everything!"

"Because it isn't safe too. If we told you the truth here we would be shut in the psych ward faster than you can blink. You are a great person, Dean, you really are. I couldn't love you otherwise."

"But what if I can't live up to that person. What if I don't get my memories back? How can I be that person that you love if I don't remember him?"

"Let me worry about that. You are that person whether you realise it or not, Dean. That part of you is still there. You're memories are coming back, slowly, but these things take time. You were badly hurt, Dean. You can't expect miracles."

"I don't want a miracle, I just want the truth."

"We will tell you, as soon as it's safe to, I promise. I'll even tell you myself," she touched his cheek fondly and he turned his face into her hand, placing a small kiss on her palm.

"Eve," he hesitated and she knew what he was going to ask, "was there ever anything, you know, between us?" She closed her eyes.

"There could have been, once," she blinked away tears. "Let's just say that I did something really stupid and leave it at that."

"Could it be there again?"

"If you want it to. But wait until you remember more before you rush into this. You may find that once you remember you can't forgive me."

"I woke up for you."

"I had a feeling that you might have." She grinned at him and he felt a small weight lift from his mind. There was a light cough from the door and Eve looked over her shoulder at the nurse who had entered. "I'm sorry, is it that time already?" The nurse nodded and Eve kissed Dean's cheek as she stood. "I'll see you tomorrow, jerk," she whispered.

"Bitch," he muttered in reply then stared at her, mortified, sure that she would be hurt. Instead she laughed.

"I told you that the man I knew was still in there!" With those words she left him. He looked at the nurse, he had never seen her before, she was pretty and she seemed to stir a forgotten memory with her long dark hair and trim figure.

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Eve was halfway down the corridor before she stopped and looked back at Dean's room. Something was not right. The nurse had set off some silent alarm bell and she turned and walked back in as quickly as she could, pushing the door open without knocking. She saw the last thing that she expected to see. The nurse was leant over Dean and his eyes were open with horror, the source of which was easy to see; her teeth were a large collection of deadly fangs. Eve yelled.

Again, I ask ayone who is reading this to R&R, I do like to get them.

Artemis