Title: Daughter Of Hell
Rating: high T, for language and the very minimal hell descriptions
Genres: Action/Friendship, Adventure/Romance
Characters & Pairings: Dean/OFC romance, Sam/OFC friendship, plus some Cas and Ruby thrown in for good measure
Disclaimer: *flips quickly through many, many college application and scholarship forms and writing samples* nope. Nothing for ownership. Maybe, if I write and read well enough in college though...
A/N: No foreign languages in this one. Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
"Ruby came back for me," Sam concluded. "Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me… It's what you would've said." His older brother winced at being compared to the demon. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here."
"And, if it means anything," the forgotten Delilah added, "I wouldn't either."
"Housekeeping!"
Dean shot a glare at the door, "Not now!"
"Sir, I've got clean towels!"
The elder hunter paced angrily to the door and opened it just as the weighted black lady pushed her way inside. "Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?"
She handed a small slip of paper to Sam, "I'm at this address." Delilah snorted and chuckled good-naturedly at the unforeseen disguise.
Said young hunter looked curious, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Go. Now," the maid continued to order. "Go through the bathroom window. Don't stop. Don't take your car. Don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."
The shaggy-haired man shook his head, "Wait, Ruby?"
"Okay. Yes. So I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute."
"Sue her if you don't appreciate it," Delilah defended.
"What about-"
"Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there." When only her sister made a move to stand, she urged again, "Go!"
When the dark haired woman had managed to lead the Winchesters to the cabin serving as a safe house, Ruby just glanced at them and sniped, "Glad you could make it."
"Yeah, thanks," Sam just nodded concedingly. He turned his attention to the redhead. "Anna, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. Ruby's not like other demons," Anna conceded. "She saved my life."
"Yeah, I hear she does that…" Dean began. "I guess I, you know."
"What?" Ruby's face remained hysterically schooled.
"I guess I owe you for… Sam. And I just wanted… you know-"
"-Don't strain yourself."
"Okay, then. Is the moment over?" At Ruby's nod, he exhaled roughly. "Good. 'Cause that was awkward."
The quiet redhead spoke again, "Hey, Sam? Do you think it'd be safe for me to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked."
Sam shied away awkwardly and just looked at the two sisters. The younger one stepped forward to sit by her counterpart on the bench. "Um, Anna…"
"What?"
"Your parents. They're, um…"
"What about them?"
Delilah reached over the short distance to gently place her hand on Anna's arm. "Anna, I'm sorry."
Anna shrieked lightly, curling over to clutch at her midsection as the emotional pain ripped through her. "Why is this happening to me?"
"We don't know," the green-eyed stranger responded quietly. Both sitting women suddenly glanced up to the doors, but it was the more experienced that spoke. "Someone's coming."
Anna was immediately ushered into the back room by Sam while Dean set the weapons bag on a small table. As Sam returned, Ruby turned to him and asked, "Where's the knife?"
Delilah smirked, "Yeah, about that…"
"You're kidding," the elder demon deadpanned, automatically turning her glare to the senior Winchester.
"Hey, don't look at me!" He defended.
Sam fidgeted under the glare of three stares, "Thanks a lot."
The door quaked, and the green-eyed fighting beauty drew a blade longer than the demon-killer seemingly from out of nowhere. Ruby paid them no mind, choosing instead to goad Sam on with "Great, just peachy. Impeccable timing guys, really."
At seeing Castiel and Uriel enter the small room, Delilah slid her blade up the length of her jacket sleeve as her eyes turned an unnatural blue, and her sister's turned inky black. Dean, on the other hand, went with the direct approach: "Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day."
"And not just 'demon' issues," Castiel remarked quietly while his coworker stepped forward and said, "Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have those stains are in the room?"
"We're here for Anna," the trench-coated man subtly tried to redirect his partner's attention to their current job. But he was persistent.
"Here for her, like… here for her?" Dean tried to make sense of it all.
Uriel shook his head roughly and stepped back to his superior's side once again. "Stop talking. Give her to us. And, since she's with you too, hand over the Fallen."
"The Fallen?"
Sam, ignoring his brother, was focused directly on Anna, "Are you gonna help her?"
"No." If they didn't know any better the non-angels would have sworn Cas spoke with remorse. "The two have to die."
"Delilah, I somewhat understand." Any lesser man would have wailed under her heated glare. "But you want Anna? Why?"
Uriel shoved forward hastily yet again. "Out of the way."
Dean also took a step forward to his younger brother's side. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever. But it's no reason to gank her."
"Don't worry," the dark-skinned vessel sneered, "I'll kill her gentle. But the stain-"
"You've always been heartless sons of bitches." When the quiet neon blue-eyed girl spoke, Dean agreed he couldn't have said it better.
"As a matter of fact," Castiel nodded in her direction, "We still are. And?"
"And?" Sam drew his eyebrows together in irritation. "Anna's an innocent girl!"
"She is far from innocent."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing." Both women glared harder, if it were possible. "Now give us the girls."
"Sorry, get yourself another couple," Dean said, sarcasm written all across his body language. "Try J-Date."
"Who's gonna stop us? You two?" He looked back at the women. "The demon whore? The wanted half-blood?"
The Winchesters cocked an eyebrow at the last reference, but instantly went on the defensive when Ruby was thrown into the wall, Delilah seemingly frozen in place. Dean rushed after him, an extreme sense of protection flowing through his veins towards the younger woman. Sam was being backed into the wall, pleading, "Cas, stop… Please…" before said angel touched his forehead, causing him to collapse unconscious. Dean's face, after his futile attempt to stop the other angel, was bloodied and bruised, and he didn't like the tone of Uriel's voice when he said darkly, "I've been waiting for this…" The winged creature began to move slowly to the only standing opposition available.
But a bright light appeared from the rafters, harnessing a scream from both angels as their vessels were blown up into it.
A quick glance around showed brown-eyed Ruby stirring on the floor, Sam still passed out, and green-eyed Delilah standing by a drawing of God-knew-what on the wall in what looked suspiciously like blood. After helping up the older demoness, the two turned to Delilah, who was removing her jacket and button up (leaving her in a tight blue tee) and wrapping her bleeding, uncasted arm.
Ruby began, "Did you jus-"
"It wasn't me. I don't know who, but…" She glanced over at Sam, who was beginning to shift a little. He was helped up by his brother before all four paced impatiently to where they had last left Anna. Anna was standing shakily, hands and her right arm coated liberally in blood.
Delilah dropped her shirt from her arm and collected the dry one Dean held out as the two surged to the redhead. "Anna!"
"Are they- are they gone?" She asked, her voice quivering slightly.
"Did you kill them?" Dean demanded.
"No, I just sent them away."
Delilah smiled a little. "Back to heaven. That's a sigil." Her smile faded. "How did you know what to draw?"
The other woman shook her head, "That just popped in my head." She gestured at the bloodied mirror. "I don't know how I did it. I just did."
While Dean and Ruby escorted Anna to the junk yard, Sam took Delilah with him to fetch the Impala as well. He figured this would be a good a time as any to try to get some answers.
"So," He began cautiously, "You're… Ruby's sister?"
She nodded, curls bouncing slightly over the back of the passenger half of the bench.
"You look like you're about Anna's age."
She grinned lightly, "I'm twenty-one normal years. Don't ask. And you can just come right out and ask me about my past with Ruby."
He gestured with one hand for her to answer her own question.
"Ruby and I obviously aren't related by blood. She made the choice to use demonic witchcraft, the brave soul that she was, and I did not have a choice of being born into this. My mother was, like me, a half-blood."
"So, what? You're a Nephilim?"
"Not quite. The next worse thing when you're dealing with angels. My mother was half-demon and half-human." Before she could be interrupted, she commented, "Shouldn't be possible, I know. But it is. And my father is, despite common belief, a fallen angel. Which is what put me on heaven's 'To-Be Exterminated' radar."
"You're the daughter of Lucifer?" The shaggy-haired question sounded more like an incredulous statement.
"Oh, thank the devil I managed to escape that one," she laughed breathlessly. "No. No, his son. Alastair." She shivered unintentionally, and Sam suddenly realized where he'd heard the name. Dean's nightmares. "He's just been so demented and his thought pattern has gone so far off the map of common sense that he has made himself vulnerable to demonic killers."
"So, would you happen to know who this… Acenuth… is?" He pronounced it as ace-uh-nuhth.
She shook her head a little, remorse hidden deep in her green eyes. "No. Asenath," she pronounced it correctly as 'ass-eh-nahth', "disappeared twenty years ago. When she lost her best friend."
He contemplated for a moment on the very little that she had told him, before remarking, "So you're really quarter human, quarter demon, half angel?" He grinned and laughed a little bit as he thought about it. "Can't imagine applying for scholarships by that ethnicity."
She stifled a chuckle as well, settling on a deadly smirk. "We can't all have our happy-ever-afters. I've made do the last eighteen years I've been able to fend for myself. And I like to think it's worked fairly nicely."
"So you've been hunting? Any friends? Connection to Ruby?"
"Touché. Ruby saved my life. Hard to imagine it's been twenty years now. My boyfriend died. Horrendous death. Had it not been for her, I would probably have been stuffed in purgatory by now. I got lucky when she showed up. Cut me a deal-" she cut him off before he could have a panic attack "-and not for my soul. Just so that she could keep an eye on me. Like she did for you. Only gentler."
Both occupants trailed off, lost in memories.
"Kept any friends?"
"Right. Um, I've had a few. Bobby has let me in and out of his house a few times, when I needed shelter or some information. Which leads me to the whole hunting thing. Yes, I do hunt. Which is the only reason Ruby knew anything about Anna."
Sam's jaw dropped in shock. "What, you're her contact."
She nodded smugly before turning the radio on. "And, for the record, those few friends I've got? They call me 'Lilah'." Kansas's 'Dust In The Wind' was turned up, signaling an end to their conversation.
After delivering Anna to Bobby's panic room, Dean joined the others in the study. "How's the car?"
"I got her, she's fine," the younger Winchester assured the panicking 'lover'. "Where's Bobby?"
"Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it."
"He working a job?"
"God, I hope so."
"Or he could be at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker's cap," Delilah interjected, smirking.
"Now that's seared in my brain," Sam grimaced. "Thanks, Lilah."
"Not apologizing. In the job description."
"All right," Dean pointedly ignored their newfound companionship, "What did you find on Anna?"
"Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh," he trifled with some papers, settling on some and laying them out across the desk. "Rich and Amy Milton. A church deacon and a housewife."
"Riveting."
"But there is something else that isn't found by everyday resources. This latest episode wasn't the first." Delilah stood and moved to collapse tiredly in her old friend's chair.
"No?" Dean appeared skeptical.
"When she was two and a half, she'd get hysterical anytime her dad got close to her. Claimed he wasn't her father."
"Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking in the pipes?"
Sam looked disgusted, "Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again. Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was pissed. Very pissed. Like, wanted-to-kill-her pissed."
"Kind of heavy for a two year old."
"She saw a shrink, not one like we saw in the church attic, got better. Grew up normal as you can get with a past like that," Delilah explained.
"Until now. So what's she hiding?"
"We could jus-" Lilah cut herself off suddenly and looked up sharply to her right, where Anna stood in the door.
She took a second before angrily asking, "Why don't you just ask me to my face?" Delilah muttered quietly, "I was going to suggest that…" but went unheard.
After sending a quick glare to the lounging half-blood, Dean redirected it to her older sister. "Nice job watching her."
Ruby protested weakly, "I'm watching her."
"No, you're right," Sam interjected. "Anna, is there anything you want to tell us?"
"About what?"
"The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?" The younger Winchester tried hard to jog her extensive memory.
"You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled…" She and Lilah both took a deep breath. "Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know."
"Okay, then let's find out," Sam suggested.
His eyes met Delilah's and she nodded. "I'm outta here. Lemme know when the psychic leaves."
Dean stared hard, eyeing her ass until the door slammed shut. I swear, I've seen that walk- heard that voice- before…
"Don't be afraid," Anna tried to smooth over the four hesitant people standing around her. "I'm not like the others."
The demoness was the first to speak, "I don't find that very reassuring."
"Neither do I," Pamela agreed with her for once.
"So… Castiel and Uriel. They're the ones that came for us?"
"You know them?" Sam was hardly distracted when the door shut, Delilah entered, and Pamela shifted uneasily. All in rapid succession.
"We were kind of in the same foxhole."
"So, what?" Dean questioned. "They were, like, your bosses or something?"
"Flip it, Dean-o," the half-blood answered for the sheepish angel.
Ignoring the memories accompanying the nickname, his eyebrows rose a notch, "Look at you."
Pamela shoved aside her discomfort, "But now they want to kill you?"
"Orders are orders. Trust me, I get it," Delilah remarked in support of the redhead.
She nodded, "I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head."
"Why?" The psychic questioned.
"I disobeyed, which for us is the worst you can do. I fell."
"Meaning?" Dean questioned.
"She fell to earth," Pamela explained simply. "Became human."
"Wait a minute, I don't understand," the sasquatch looked confused, "So, angels can just become human?"
Delilah chuckled darkly, "Not 'just'. Try cracking open your chest and removing a lung."
Anna nodded with a frown. "That did kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace."
"Come again?" Dean's eyebrows came together.
"My grace. It's energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her 'little miracle'. She had no idea how right she was."
"So, you just forgot that that you were God's little Power Ranger?"
The redhead nodded up at Dean, "The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah."
"I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are."
"Ruby's right," Anna concluded. "Heaven wants me dead. Us dead."
"And hell just wants her," Both demonesses shivered unconsciously at the younger one's revelation. "They've wanted angels, and a real one to torture for heaven's secrets? This makes Anna the Stanley Cup to them. Me? I'm just wanted. Eventually, heaven or hell will find us."
"I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back."
"What?" Sam asked for clarification.
"My grace."
The other Winchester took his brother's lead, "You can do that?"
"If I can find it."
"So, what? You're just gonna take some divine bong hit and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?"
"Something like that."
"All right. I like this plan," Dean conceded. "So where's this grace of yours."
"Lost track," admitted Anna. "I was falling about ten thousand miles per hour at the time."
"Wait, you mean falling, like, literally?"
The girl nodded at Sam.
"Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?"
"Why do you ask?"
Sam looked to the bookshelves and his laptop. His older brother sighed, "Let's get outta his hair. He's got research to do."
Anna and Ruby slipped back downstairs with a book for themselves when Pamela requested that Dean take her home. Delilah, on the other hand, made herself scarce yet again.
No cliffie. Just a really awkward ending that will hopefully be improved as I write.
That "Review" button is almost as blue as Delilah's eyes... (;