Title: Friend Of Heaven, Daughter Of Hell

Rating: high T to low M, for language and the hell descriptions- if it needs to be changed, just let me know

Genres: Action/Friendship, Adventure/Romance

Characters & Pairings: Dean/Sam familial no slash, Sam/OFC friendship, Dean/OFC romance

A/N: Just went back to review. And guess who's been forgetting the splits and making this one big blob per chapter. Change made! Haha. Hope ya'll enjoy!

A/N2: It's been a while, and it'll continue to be a while. I've been working hard. But thanks for your patience.

Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I no own. :(

Chapter Three:

"We still got the hex bags," Dean was just starting to say as Lilah rejoined the group again. "I say we head back to the panic room."

"What, for forever?" Ruby challenged.

"I'm just thinking out loud!"

"Oh, you call that thinking?"

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, stop it!" Sam intervened.

"Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us."

"I might could fight one side. Heaven or hell," Delilah defended her good friend. "But definitely not both. Not at once."

"Um… guys?" All attention was directed from the fight to the walking radio. "The angels are talking again."

Sam demanded, "What are they saying?"

"It's weird… like, a recording… or a loop," Anna swallowed, trying to make sense of it. "It says, 'Dean Winchester gives us Anna and Delilah by midnight. Or…"

Said hunter gulped. "Or- or what?"

"…'Or, we hurl him back to damnation'."

The look of sheer panic on Dean's face was almost uncharacteristic, had the location not been where it was.

Sam stepped forward to protect his brother. "Anna, do you know of any weapon that works on an angel?"

"To, what? To kill them?" At his nod, she halted his train of thought. "None that we could get to. Not right now."

He turned. "Delilah?"

She swallowed hard, eyeing both Dean and Ruby, before she finally responded. "I have one blade. I don't even know its contents, so no duplicating it." She trailed off. "I can fight one, maybe two, angels. But legions are looking for Anna."

"Okay, wait, wait," Dean stopped. "I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism."

"Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?"

"I don't know, but we gotta think of something!"

Delilah, out of habit, raised a hand to lay on Dean's shoulder, but stopped herself before she could get a few inches.

At the hand that finally reached his shoulder, Dean started- though he would later claim it was to unclench his already tense muscles. He looked up and over from the book he was studying on Baby and found Delilah. "Hey."

She didn't read into his gruff greeting. "Hey."

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "How you holdin' up?"

"I'm okay. Glad I'm not the newbie."

He nodded a little in response.

"You?"

"Well, right now, I'm back on a fast-track to hell. So, not so hot."

She gave him a small, sad smile.

The silence stretched on, though both realized it wasn't all that uncomfortable, through Dean going back to his book and Lilah laying out over the hood of the Impala on her back. She stretched her arms up over the windshield and under her head to cradle it and exhaled contentedly, eyes closing from lack of sleep. Several more moments passed before the young middle-aged man finally looked up. "I remember, you know."

Her eyes didn't open, she just waited on him to continue.

"You. Us."

"Well," she said hesitantly, "I remember it all too."

He took note of the page number of the book before closing it and setting it on the roof, taking its place beside her, mirroring her position. He wasn't going to be able to find any more weapons without Bobby on hand to help construct them. So might as well use his next few fours wisely.

They rested for several moments before she broke the silence again, "It's not your fault."

"If I grew to get used to it, the-"

"Ruby did save my life because I tried to take it when you left. The Protectors tried first, failed. Figured I'd take care of it on my own." She used the moonlight to pull off one of her jacket sleeves and show him the scars stretching vertically up both her forearm and inner bicep. He sat up abruptly.

"They're physical."

"Yeah. Because I would rather have dealt with purgatory than deal with what I was forced to do in hell. What I grew used to, in hell."

"Purgatory? You're not a monster."

"You see why Ruby's makeshift Watch was necessary," she commented dryly. "And for the record, you're not one either. There's a reason you were named 'Etan'."

He winced. "Yeah, that's a name I haven't heard in a long time."

"It's okay. I don't use mine either."

Both finally laid back down, another silence opening between them. This time it was Dean that spoke. "Why don't you use yours?"

"My what?" At his annoyed expression, she grinned grimly and explained, "The meaning is too painful. Too possessive."

"What was the meaning?"

"You know?" She turned onto her elbow. "In the hundred and fifty years that you've known me, you never once asked me that."

He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah, thought it was personal property."

"Then what was the rest of me?" At his guilty expression, she smiled. "Just kidding. My name means 'belonging to her father'. I refuse to let him dictate the rest of my life anymore."

"But your bloodline-"

"He can guarantee that my blood has his genes, but I don't have to let what he did to me, to you, to Ruby, control what I do with the rest of my life." She shrugged. "That's why I hunt."

"And the stories I told you?" The corners of his lips quirked.

"And the stories you told me," her smile was a little more genuine. After another minute of staring straight into his haunted green eyes, she reached up to gently stroke his cheek. "It wasn't your fault."

He shuddered under her feather light touch, turning his head slightly into her hand. "I can talk about anything with you, Liles. Things that I'd never consider revealing to Sam. But that… I can't-"

"Dean," she halted him in his tracks. "I understand. More than anyone. But they'll be ready to listen when you're ready to talk."

His left hand rose to the back of her head, tangling in her curly dark hair and tugging towards his face. Their lips only barely brushed, but they lingered for several seconds. When he allowed her to pull back, she asked, "What was that for?"

"Knew you'd be leaving." Her eyes glistened under the moon. "And our last night on earth."

"What, hoping your best line will get you in my pants?"

Dean gave her the infamous Winchester smolder, but that didn't distract her from the right hand that secured on her waist and the left leg that secured around hers. She had been flipped to her back before she knew it.

"Yes." The husky whisper a hair's breadth away from her lips made her shiver in anticipation. He didn't hesitate to pull himself over Lilah, his torso covering hers completely even as their legs hung off the Impala's fender. His elbows were positioned on either side of her head, holding himself against her but keeping his weight from crushing her. She allowed her hips and arms to cradle him as she lifted her mouth to his ear.

"Well, don't stop now."

"I don't know, man." Sam paced the small cabin restlessly. "Where's Ruby?"

"Hey, she's your hell buddy." Dean took a long swig from his flask of whiskey.

Anna frowned, "Isn't it a little early for that?"

"It's two am somewhere," Delilah hot-headedly defended her… well, whatever it is that Dean was to her.

After glaring quickly at the half-blood, the redhead returned her attention to the resurrected man. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded unconvincingly. "Of course."

The doors shook, and it took everything in her body to keep the dark haired woman from retrieving her weapons. When they finally blew open, Lilah flinched at the sudden revelation of her unnatural blue eyes. But, surprisingly, only Uriel took the time to glare at her.

"Hello, Anna. It's good to see you." She supposed that Castiel addressing the former angel and completely ignoring her was better than nothing. Unfortunately, Uriel didn't seem to agree.

"Asenath." The young woman flinched hard again at the mention of her hell-name. "We have not forgotten your existence."

"How?" Sam looked around in wonderment. "How did you find us?" His older brother, his hero, his caregiver, lowered his head ashamedly. "Dean?" He cocked his head in confusion.

Said older brother glanced between the two women nervously. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" For some reason, the younger Winchester was more upset than the supernatural beings.

"They take us or you," Delilah stepped forward cautiously towards her lover and the angels, hoping to save Dean the trouble of defending himself if things went wrong. "I don't blame 'im, either."

"We know how their minds work," Anna explained to the taller man.

The two dutifully ignored their protectors as Lilah kissed Dean, uncharacteristically lightly. Just a bare brush, a question of trust.

"It's okay. Been doing this far too long, anyways."

Both young females stepped forward, standing directly between the angels and the brothers. As Anna began to speak, she took one more step forward to hide Delilah's arm. "Okay. No more tricks. No more running." The half-blood silently drew her blade, keeping it low. "Get it over with."

"I'm sorry."

The journalist shook her head at Castiel, "No, you're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling."

"Still. We have a history… It's just-"

"I know. Orders are orders." Delilah held back a smirk at the fond quote. "Just make it quick."

From behind the angels, a new serpent-like voice joined the conversation. "Don't you touch a hair on either of those poor girls' heads."

As all attention was directed towards them, the half-blood could not stop the short cry that escaped her lips at the condition of her friend. She may be dressed and conscious, but blood was still seeping through Ruby's shirt and she was being held standing by two other demons. Namir and Vanhi, if she remembered correctly.

"How dare you come into this room, you pussing sore…" Uriel sneered.

"Name calling. That hurt my feelings," Alastair mocked as he tossed Ruby to the side. Delilah withheld a grimace as she watched the elder demoness's pained face and botched crawl. "You sanctimonious, fanatical prick."

The superior angel decided to put a halt to the childish proceedings. "Turn around and walk away. Now."

"Sure, just give us the creatures. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper." The singular use made both Dean and Delilah cringe.

"You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again." All four defenders had their fingers crossed to the success at this point. "Leave. Now. Or we lay you to waste."

The Fallen pretended to consider it. "I think I'll take my chances."

Several seconds passed in which both sides prepared for the imminent battle, short or otherwise. The angels didn't move, the demons loosed their muscles, and Delilah tapped on Anna's lower back one with the blunt end of her dagger. In one split second the action had developed.

Uriel moved for one of the outter demons, promptly ignoring one of their targets shoving the other from her path and moving towards the second. Castiel went directly to Alastair, nodding briefly to the half-blood in recognition of her assistance. She finally directed her full attention to her opponent, who she realized was Namir. "Oh, great. I get stuck with the pussy cat."

He smirked, "That's okay. I'm not considered a possession."

"You dolt!" She voiced. "We're all possessions to him."

"Just the women."

She scoffed, "What happened? What happened to my Protector? My brother?"

"He vanished when you got out," he glared mournfully.

"Come one, it doesn't have to be like this," Ruby tried to help her surrogate sister. Tried to make sure she didn't have to go through with killing a very close friend.

Namir settled forward on his toes, "Yeah. It does."

When he charged her, she was more than prepared. She stepped to the side and dodged his oncoming knife, blocking his fist, taking hold of the same fist and twisting all the way around before slitting his throat with the knife. She watched as his dark soul began to flare and his host gasped for breath before leaning down to his ear.

"I'm sorry."

Timing was great between them all, as she numbly followed Anna's instructions to close her eyes. She used that moment to remember the support and encouragement of her friends. Her lost, dark, deceived friends. A feminine hand rested on her shoulder, and Delilah squeezed it in acknowledgement of the support.

Dean, after a brief respite from his chat with Alastair, directed a hard stare to the two angels. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared."

Uriel eyed the demon and half-blood in the corner, giving the bleeding-out body a silent respect. When Delilah did lift her head to meet his eyes, her eyes flashed their natural emerald green, shocking the angel. To rub salt in the wound, he sneered, "We had the situation under control."

"Yeah, because allowing four demons to slip in unnoticed is 'under control'," she sniped back, taking a step from her friend towards her antagonizer, not detoured in the least.

He seemed to think for a beat before he turned back to the worn brothers, "This isn't over."

"Oh, it looks over to me, junkless."

With the good-bye bidding from Dean Winchester, the two angels took their departure.

Lilah allowed her eyes to shut one more second and fade to their green color again. When she reopened them, she said quietly, "I need to go. I need to find my brother and make sure my father doesn't find him."

Her old lover moved towards her, "Wait, Liles-"

But she had already vanished.

Delilah Keller, three part daughter of Alastair and some random half demon whore, surrogate sister of Ruby, lover of Dean Winchester, watched from a distance as said lover followed her advice. He leaned on the hood of his car, his brother just behind him so he couldn't be looked in the eye, both with a beer in hand. She watched, broken-hearted (if she even had a heart), as he confessed to stepping off the rack and working from a bench. She watched as tears rolled down his cheeks unabashedly at the shame of everything he'd done wrong in hell. She watched as he tried to scrub everything away with a few swipes of his hand and a few sentences in a raised voice of anger. She watched as he was left to collect himself by a brother who could not understand. She watched as he chugged the last of his bottle, hoping to numb himself enough to not feel.

But she could not just watch when she saw his hand reach silently into his jacket for his backup .9 mm pistol.

So, instead, she whispered into the wind instead, allowing the breeze to carry her words to his ear.

"Don't stop now, and you never will."

The knowing glint in his eyes were enough answer as he slid off the hood, took another deep breath, and slipped behind the wheel.

Just another day in the life of Delilah Keller, the half-blood fugitive…

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