He took a moment to watch her from the living room; feeling confused on what he was feeling.

He had walked into the room, a plate in his hand, to see her sitting on the sagging, faded couch, a book in her hand, a piece of hair wound around her finger, and her long legs tucked up under her. This was the first time that Sam could really examine her without her knowing, seeing the peace she was at that moment. He almost didn't want to interrupt her, loving this rare opportunity to study her.

What he found, was she was truly beautiful. Not that he hadn't notice before, but this time, he really looked. He felt his heart pick up speed as he studied her face. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her blue eyes, which were currently occupied on what she was reading, were framed by a pair of thick, black lashes. Her nose was small on her face, but her lips, God her lips, were like soft, pink pillows. Her hair was thick and straight, the color of a raven's wing.

"Uh, I hope you like ham and cheese? There's not much."

Crystal blue eyes looked up from the book and fixed on Sam. For just a second, the defenses were down, and he could actually see the sparkle in them. Then Lily remembered where she was as she nervously looked around the room, scanning a quick exit. The book shook in her hands as she watched Sam slowly walk into the room, holding two plates of food in his large hands.

She wanted to throw that book on the floor and bolt, but her stomach betrayed her. Her mouth watered at the sandwich sitting on the blue plate; mounds of lettuce, tomato, cheese and meat hung out of the bread, tempting her. With a clink, the plate was put on the coffee table in front of her. She followed Sam with her eyes as he walked to the other end of the couch, and sat down. With a crunch of lettuce, he took a huge bite of his own food, smiling around the bite.

"It's okay."

Feeling the fear slip away for just a moment, Lily looked at Sam. She had come to find that Sam was completely different than his brother. Sam was more quiet, soft, and kind. He was the one who actually gave her the time of day, instead of treating her like she was some kind of monster.

She looked at the plate of food, realizing her hunger was stronger than her fear, and picked it up in her hands, taking a small bite. She chewed for a minute before she placed her eyes on the floor. "Thank you." Her voice was husky, but feminine. She let a chocolate stand of hair fall from her fingers quickly tucking it behind her ear.

Sam looked at the book she was reading and smiled. Dr. Pinkman's guide to Angels and Demons "Do you believe in that stuff?" As she shrugged her shoulders, Sam leaned forward and placed his plate on the scuffed table. "Every part of the world, every culture, points to angels and demons." As Sam pointed to the book, he separated the distance between them by an inch. He would have gone further, but her eyes widen with fear, her muscles tightened, ready to spring up from the couch. He had a gut feeling about what was wrong with Lily, years of training had taught him the signs to look for. "Have you seen an angel?" Her head slowly shook back and forth as Sam pointed to a man standing on a cloud, huge black wings spread out behind him. He watched the girl as her eyes squinted as she studied the image. After a few minutes, she shook her head.

When Sam turned the page, Lily let out a gasp beside him. He turned his head to see the plate was trembling in her hands, the sandwich threatening to spill on the couch. Sam looked down at the page to see a picture of a cloven hoofed entity sneering at them. Its forked tongue was between a set of sharp fangs, its skin red and pebbly.

"Lily," Sam tossed the book onto the floor and grabbed her around her shoulders as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Lily!"

Her head fell back onto the back of the couch as her body tensed up, the image of the man standing before her, exploded behind her eyes. A long, loud moan escaped her lungs as a memory flashed before her eyes.

She was sitting in some kind of metal chair, her ankles were shackled with chains and hooked to a clasp on the floor . Her wrists were wrapped with a leather restraint and she struggled against the binds.

"The harder you struggle, the tighter they get." A voice hissed to her right and she tried to move her head, panic setting in when she couldn't. A large, leather strap was tight against her forehead, preventing her from moving.

Searing, hot pain exploded near her left hip and she moved her eyes down to see a knife sliding across her skin. She wanted to scream, but blood filled her throat, causing her to choke. She watched the knife slide deeper into her skin, sliding along her hip bone where a strange tattoo set. Despite her pain filled mind, one thing screamed at her. She didn't have a tattoo.

"Lily!'

Her eyes flew open and she blinked a few times as she found herself looking up at the water stained ceiling. The light that shone above her blinded her as she struggled to come to terms on where she was. She heard her name again and she snapped back into focus. She was lying on the floor, the wood hard under her back.

"Hey, can you sit up?"

Lily struggled to remember his name and finally it came to her under the depths of her mind. Sam. His name is Sam. She felt his hands slid under her back, lifting her up off the hard floor and she felt herself being placed back on the couch. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest, Lily was afraid it would just give out.

"Sam?" Lily whispered as she slowly opened her eyes to find herself staring into a pair of hazel green eyes. . She knew in her soul that Sam was one she could trust, how she knew this, Lily did not understand.

"What did you see Lily?" Sam had been horrified as he watched Lily slid to the floor, an excruciating scream coming from her mouth, her body writhing on the floor, "you can tell me Lily. What did you see?"

Lily slowly sat up from the couch, swinging her feet to the floor. Sam grabbed a blanket that was placed on the back of the couch, and placed the red and black fabric around her shoulders. She swept a dark piece of hair behind her ear as she hugged the blanket tighter around herself, trying to keep warm.

"I...I was in this c-chair." She shuddered as she closed her eyes, seeing the scene before her very eyes. "I can't see who's with me-but I can sense him."

"What else can you see?" Sam's voice was soft as he urged her on gently. He had to gain her trust if he ever wanted to know what happened. He placed a comforting hand over the top of hers, imploring her to continue. "It's okay Lily." Was it okay?Am I doing the right thing?

Lily opened her eyes and looked down at her left hip. With shaky hands, she lifted up the tee shirt to see the bare skin. "I-I had this weird looking tattoo."

"Can you explain it?" Sam's eyes darted to the bare skin, feeling heat creep along the back of his neck, and he felt his heart pick up a little speed. He pulled his eyes away as he concentrated on her face.

Lily shook her head as she struggled to put into words what the tattoo looked like. "No."

Sam looked over in the corner of the room to see the desk that littered with books, pens and papers "Could you draw it for me?" He stood up from the floor, grabbed a pen and paper and returned back to Lily. He handed it to her as she scooted on the edge of the couch, using the coffee table as her writing surface.

She closed her eyes, hoping to catch on to that image of the tattoo she had seen, the pen clutched between her fingers. Minutes ticked by, but she still couldn't grasp the image.

"Come on, Lily," Sam gently coaxed her, "You can do it. I'm right here."

The knife glinted under the harshness of the light, shining like a halo above her head. No, this wasn't heaven; she was in too much pain. Along her left side, blood ran like a red river down her sides, and over the flare of her hip. There, she could see it now. Dark against her pale skin was a black star surrounded by a circle, black rays extending an inch from the circle. Coming off the rays, was a pair of out stretched wings.

Sam looked at the image for a while, trying to remember if he had seen anything like that before. In the end, he looked up at Lily, who had a puzzled look on her face. "Have you ever seen this before?"

Lily stared at the picture she had just drew, feeling her heart beat painfully against her ribs. Something was right there in her memory, just out of reach. It tickled the back of her mind the harder she concentrated on it, but, a few minutes later, she finally shook her head. "No."

Sam gave her a dimple filled smile as he lifted his long frame off the floor. He walked over to the desk that was sagging with dozens of books. "One thing about Bobby, he has every kind of book you can imagine. So, I'm sure there's something about that tattoo in one of these." He put a hand to his chin, his index finger thoughtfully rubbed across his upper lip as he stared at the books. Finally, he chose two and walked back to the table, dropping the heavy books onto the surface.

"What are these?" Lily looked at the leather bound books, the spines cracked from years of use. She looked at the one that was on top, the one with the cloven hoofed devil grinning at her. Field Guide to Demons. "D-demons?" Lily's voice broke as she carefully turned the old pages, smelling the mustiness, making her miss her foster grandmother. "I..is this real?"

"Oh yeah," Sam turned page after page, each telling a story about different demons. "Lily, does any of this look familiar to you?"

"I've never seen anything like that before," Lily pointed to a page of a small demon raping a woman who was tied to the bed. Her forehead creased in concentration, "I-I don't want to look at this anymore, Sam." Lily shuddered as she pushed back from the table, placed her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.

With a puff of dust, Sam closed the book and turned his attention to Lily, who's anxiety was beginning to mount. He looked down her arms and noticed the faint scratches along the skin. "Lily, I know what you saw that night. It's okay to talk about it, really it is."

"You've seen them?" She had been staring at the book, but when Sam spoke, she looked at him. "I-in that form?"

"No human has ever seen a demons true form. They appear as humans."

"Possessed?"

"Yeah," Sam shifted his weight so he was sitting next to Lily, pleased that she didn't flinch or try to move away. So, this was progress.

As Lily sat next to him, Sam filled her in all that went bump in the night. She learned that the monsters in her nightmares were real, and when she tried to process all that information, she found herself leaning into Sam. For the first time in years, Lily was feeling safe. All thanks to the tall boy with the long, shaggy hair-a yearning to just run her fingers through that hair was enough to make her smile.

Sam started slowly, giving her the information in small bites, but as the hours went by, she seemed to relax and at one point, moved in a little closer to him. When Sam tried to get her to talk about what happened, he felt her shying away from him again. At one point, she even moved onto the couch, a sign that Sam had pushed just a little too far.

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July 24th, Spokane, Washington: 3:48p.m.

The door swung shut with a heavy thud as John Winchester bent down, peering into the reflection of the driver's side window and adjusted his blue tie. He smoothed his short dark hair with the palm of his hand, ending on his beard, giving it a slight tug. He smirked at his reflection, rather pleased with how well he had cleaned up. He straightened up and turned to face the house in front of him.

It was a two-story stucco house that was a carbon copy of the ones that lined along the street. It was one of those upper-class neighborhoods where everyone drove a Mercedes or a Lexus. As he strode across the street, he slid out the information in his pocket and re read what Bobby had given him over the phone. Katherine Banks biological grand mother of Lily Banks.

It was information that had been hard to come by, but thankfully, a friend in the Washington Police Department, provided Bobby with the copy of the adoption papers. It had been a closed adoption by a couple in the Spokane area, but after a year, the little girl was turned over to the state. It took a bit of digging, but Bobby found that the maternal grandmother failed to claim the little girl.

As he rang the door bell, he slid the paper into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small bill fold. When he heard the click of the lock, watched the door swing open, John flipped the leather open.

A sixty year old woman, dressed in a blue sweater, appeared behind the screen door as it opened. Her blue eyes, lined with black, blinked at him through the screen door. She was a very striking older woman. Her hair was silver, neatly styled into a bun behind her neck. Her red lips were drawn into a thin line as she stared at John. "Can I help you?" She crossed her arms over her sweater as she glared at him, than the badge.

"Agent Campbell, FBI. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"

"FBI?" Her voice was clipped as she stared at the badge. "I'm sorry, but if this is about my granddaughter, I don't know anything. I've told the police all I know."

"Yes Mam. I understand they have. But this is just a follow up. See if maybe you remember anything else? Any little detail?"

The woman looked at him, her blue eyes studying his features. "Can I see that badge again?" Her eyes darted from his face to his hand as it slid into the inside pocket of his jacket. She wasn't sure but she thought she got a flash of silver. He reproduced his badge and finally she caved. "Agent Campbell? Come on in." She stepped to the side as John pulled open the screen door and walked into the small foyer. "Can I get you something to drink? I just made some iced tea."

"Yes, thank you Mam."

She looked at him before turning from him. "You can call me Katherine. Mam makes me feel so old."\

John followed her down a hallway that was crammed full of family pictures. He paused as he noticed one of a beautiful, dark haired young girl who was holding a new born in her arms. He stepped inside a modest kitchen that didn't hold much in the way of appliances. He scooted back a wooden chair that was a table near a door that led to the backyard. "Rose Banks is your daughter, correct?"

Katherine turned from the cupboard, pausing for a moment to let the question sink. She selected two glasses, poured the tea into them and sat a full one in front of John. "Yes, she was my daughter. She passed some time ago."

"Let me see if I got this right," John reached back into the inner pocket and took out an overstuffed leather bound journal. He sat it on the table, opened it to the page he had been looking for. "Rose Banks gave birth to a daughter."

"Y-yes." Katherine's hand slid up to her neck, where a simple pendant lay on her chest. She slid it through fingers, lifting it to her face and inspected the ruby. "She never would tell me who the father was. Don't know why she wanted to protect him. She was just 17 when she had Lily."

John felt his heart beat a little faster as he looked at the birth date. "July 2nd, 1983?" He felt his palms began to sweat as he flipped the page. "And she died, January 2nd? Did she perhaps die in a fire?"

"H..how did you know that?" Katherine's bottom lip trembled as she looked at the handsome man sitting in front of her, finally sitting down next to him. "It was hushed about what happened to Rose."

"Mrs. Banks."

"Katherine. Please."

John slid her a smile, one he knew would finally win over this woman. She may have been a few years older, but she was a woman none the less, a widow for far too many years. A few more charming smiles, and a wink, he'd have her eating out of the palm of his hand. "Katherine...Do you remember what happened that night? It's important because it could help us find Lily."

Katherine bit her lower lip, her fingers twirling around the necklace. Her eyes darted to the cabinet, than back to John. She pushed back her chair and walked over to it and opened a drawer. Taking out a small, black book she turned to face John."This..this is all I have...of Rose." She removed the book from her bosom and held it out in front of her.

John nodded and stood, taking the book from Katherine's hand, but she held on tight to it. "I promise, I will take good care of it."

With her hand still clutching the book, she looked at John, her china blue eyes filling with tears. "I loved my grand daughter, I still do. But..but..there was something off about that child." She shuddered at the memory and finally pushed the book to John. "Please, when you find her, bring her home to me."

Katherine escorted John to the door, watching as he got into the classic black car. She closed the door just as her phone in the living room rang. She walked to the cordless telephone and placed it to her ear. "Yes," She walked over to the curtain, pulled it back just in time to see the car drive away from the curb. "He just left...yes..John Winchester."Katherine smiled as she continued to stare out the window as she turned the phone off. Her blue eyes slid into a deep black color as she let the drapes fall back into place. "And he's going to take us right to that bitch."