Whoopsies, how lonog has it been since I updated this?? Just watch All Hell Breaks Loose and it sort of reminded me that this was sort of hanging, so, yeah... little update. R&R if you want.

Chapter 8: Angels

Davian roared in frustration. His black on black eyes more intense than they had ever been, almost glowing with his rage. He had been a fool to try and reach into the Angel Child's sphere of influence, a fool to try and find out whether Kate had succeeded. He had made contact with the Child and he knew that she was coming for him. She had sensed him and followed him, she had been in his mind. She was powerful.

He did have an advantage, he had also been in her mind. Her power had only just awakened, it was new to her, fascinating. She had no idea how to wield it and that may work to his advantage. He had infinitely more practice than her, he had been tracking and killing for nearly three hundred and fifty years, though this body was by far his favourite, and he had plenty of practice at killing hunters, though Angels were foreign ground for him.

One thing about her terrified him and made him less certain of his ability to destroy her. Despite that she was the child of an Angel, she was a hunter raised and trained, he could anticipate her every move through that, but he had also felt the depth of her love for Dean Winchester. He had felt her need for him and he knew that she would do anything for him, even kill, to keep him safe, she loved him that much. Davian could not fight that.

Which brought him back to the reasons for his rage. The instant he realised that she knew where to find him, he had left town, hoping to get far enough away to avoid being found by her until she was far enough away from the Winchesters for him to sense them. Sure enough, within a day, he could feel the presence of all three of the Winchesters and he began to make his way towards them. Then something changed. Overnight he found that his ability to sense his prey had lessened. The feel of the Winchester family fluctuated in and out. Nor was it just the Winchesters, every hunter that he was currently tracking, every hunter that he needed to kill after he had destroyed the Winchester family, also started to fluctuate in and out of his awareness, until they had vanished entirely a day ago. He knew that the Angel Child was close, very close now, and he was afraid.

The door slammed open and he saw the Child in the doorway, her eyes solidly silver, glowing and terrible. Davian had been expecting a young girl, maybe seventeen years old and scared, he had not been expecting this, he had not been expecting Mevethen, Eve, Williams.

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Eve had followed the trail towards the place that Davian had been, Dean's face clear in her mind, his fear of her leaving and his anger at his father clear to her. She had wanted to stay but could not, she needed for him to be safe.

After nearly a day and a half, a strong sense of compulsion had started to gnaw at her. She pulled the car over and stopped, thinking. Davian had to know that she was coming, he had known that she had been in his mind that night. If he knew that she was coming he would head towards John and the boys as soon as he knew that she was gone. If that was the case then the compulsion was leading her to him. It was nearly in the opposite direction to the one she had been taking. She muttered under her breath and followed the feeling, it had lead her to Dean when he had needed her, maybe this would take her to Davian. Two days later she found him.

She could hear him as she came towards the motel room. Even if she had not, though, she would have known that he was there. Her body reacted to him in a way that she had not anticipated. In the window she could see her reflection, her eyes had changed colour. Gone was that marvelous lilac/blue that she was so used to. They were silver and as she looked she saw it spread right across her eye, no whites, no pupil, just silver. Davian was in that room. She looked at the door and raised a booted foot, took aim and smashed it into the door as hard as she could.

The door flew open and she looked upon Davian for the first time. He was not what she had expected. He was quite young, she guessed that the host body could not have been more than twenty, and he had a shock of platinum, blonde hair. His eyes were the black pits that marked him as a demon and his face told her of fear and rage.

"Hello, Davian," she said quietly, "I'd like to have a little chat." He yelled and she felt his power grip her body, to throw her from him and probably to her death. Her instincts kicked in and she found herself locked in a battle of wills. She strained against him, feeling like she had run a marathon, exhausted but desperate.

Eventually his knees went from under him.

"Where is your father?" She demanded of him, bring her will and power to bear on him. He screamed in pain.

"You hurt me, you hurt this body," he whispered, trying to get her to stop.

"I don't care, little boy, all I want to know is where that thing that calls himself your father is." He believed her, her face held no trace of emotion, nothing that he could cling to, to try and save himself.

"I don't know where he is, he never tells me. Please, let me go."

"You sent that vampire to kill Dean."

"He killed my brother and sister."

"Two wrongs do not make a right. But you... you would enslave an innocent man, you would try to take the lives of others. You of all things do not deserve life."

"You cannot kill me," of this he was sure. Then she raised her hand and any confidence that he had vanished. The hand blazed with silver fire, holy fire, and she touched it to his cheek. Her felt the pain of it twist through him.

"A measure of what your father did to Dean," she muttered, then leant in close to him and whispered in his ear. "Blessed be."

He threw his head back and cried out as he left the body of the young man that he had possessed, the holy fire touching his demon form as he left and he burst into silver flame as the boy of his host slumped into Eve's arms, sobbing his thanks.

Her drive back to the hospital was not as long as the one that had taken her to Davian. She drove in silence, trying very hard not to think about how close she had come to killing an innocent young man in Dean's name. Her power, and the realisation that she would use it to kill if she had too, terrified her and she knew that she had waited too long to tell her foster family the truth. She was debating how best to do it when her cell rang.

"Hello?"

"Eve, it's Sam. Have you...?"

"Yeah, I got him, that one won't bother us again."

"Good. We've got another problem. It's Dean,"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He won't talk, or eat. He isn't sleeping either," she could clearly hear the worry in Sam's voice. "We need you back here, Eve."

"Ok, I'll be back about the middle of tomorrow. Just take care of him for me until then." She heard Sam reply but did not acknowledge it before she flipped the phone closed. Dean must have remembered something terrible for him to do something so out of character. She wondered what it was that had made him clam up and stop eating, what kind of nightmare would make him afraid to sleep at night.

Yet even as she wondered, she knew that she already knew the answer. Dean was remembering more and more about himself, he even remembered that his surname was Winchester, so the vampire attack and their honest confession about what they did, what they had been raised to do, must have shaken some new memory loose. Eve had a nasty feeling that the memory in question was one involving that night three months ago, the night that had put Dean into this hospital bed. When she had spoken to Sam, Eve had been contemplating staying in a motel, now she decided to bypass sleep. She needed to talk to Dean alone, she could not have John and Sam hovering nearby, whether in sight or not, Dean would know about it. She needed Dean to be honest and that meant sneaking into the hospital in the middle of the night again. It was a risky thing to do, but a risk that she was more than willing to take.