Eleven

It was a run down house on the other side of town where the bodies of three teenage girls were found. All blonde, all seventeen and all virgins according to our sources. The crime scene had apparently looked like a Jackson Pollock painting with the amount of blood spatter all over the place. It would have been a standard case if not for a few odd things, there was a huge locked fence topped with barbed wire surrounding the property and no matter how hard the police searched they could not find a single hole in the perimeter, there was literally no way anyone could get in or out without a key and even more strange, a few hours after the crime was discovered, the medical examiner came to collect the bodies but they were gone. Of course at first they assumed someone had moved them or another medical examiner from another county had been delivered them by accident but there was no trace of the bodies of the three victims. This screamed demons to me and I was one hundred percent right. It was decided that Dean and I would pose as the FBI agents because we were older, Dylan and Sam waited at a nearby diner so Sam could do research and Dylan could scope out the locals by flirting with the waiters. It was a brilliant plan, one smile from Dylan and men fell over themselves to do what she wanted. So Dean and I dropped them off and went over to the house. As we pulled up I saw the huge amount of police, way more than seemed usual for this kind of scene. As Dean went to get out of the car I grabbed his arm.

"Dean, something's up, there's way to many cops here." He touched my hand to reassure me and smiled.

"Rayne it's ok, we will bail the second anything seems fishy." he let go and climbed out. I nodded and took a deep breath before getting out myself. Walking up to the nearest officer both Dean and I pulled out our fake badges.

"I'm Agent Goran," Dean said confidently and motioned to me, "and this is Agent Yates, heard there was a grizzly scene here a few days ago."

The officer looked skittish. "Yeah three girls, um sorry but are you here about the men?" he asked shakily. I looked at Dean, trying to read his face. He nodded.

"Yes we are but my superiors didn't have time to give us the full run-down, so could you go ahead and do that officer?" Dean asked.

"Well, this morning there were reports of a man in the building with a spray can. We cam out and nothing, then at two this afternoon there are reports of more men in the building. We come out expecting nothing but this time there actually are guys in there, but say they can't get out. They've threatened to kill anyone who tries to get inside. I've gotta say we are pretty glad you guys are here, we really didn't know what to do." the officer admitted helplessly.

"Thanks so much for your help sir." I smiled gently and nodded to Dean. We walked closer to the house and I looked into the window, I could see a man standing in what appeared to be the dining room, he was struggling violently as if he was bound with rope but he had nothing on him. Behind the man were a set of black and grey bat wings thrashing around. I knew what that meant, it was a demon, a demon caught in a devils trap. I explained my theory to Dean, leaving out the part about the wings, and he agreed.

"We will have to get in there and exorcise them." he frowned, looking at the mass of police, "the question is how do we get them out of here?"

"I have an idea, how about you move them back while I go in and start, demons are my area of expertise after all." I suggested. His frown deepened slightly.

"Are you sure you'll be ok?" he looked concerned and I wasn't sure whether to be touched or insulted.

"I'll be fine, done it a millions and one times."

"Ok, but you scream if you run into trouble before I get there and I will come running." he briefly placed his hand on my shoulder before heading over to the group of cops and herding them backwards. I walked up the steps to the front door and opened it cautiously. I could hear the demons the second I opened the door. The first demon was an easy exorcism, he actually looked pleased to see me when I started the ritual. Once I had finished I headed to the living room and exorcised the second demon, he was a little more stubborn but I was done within five minutes. I could hear that there was one more demon in the house and this one was upstairs. I headed up the staircase which seemed to almost shift under my weight, and opened the first door I saw. In the middle of the room was a devils trap drawn in green spray paint on the floor and standing on that devils trap was a demon. I became suspicious as soon as I saw him, the bottom two had been lower level, lackeys really, I knew this by the fact they had very little colour in their wings, all blacks and greys, but this demon had wings of deep red, almost the colour of dried blood. Only higher level demons had colour in their wings, this I had learnt from experience. I moved towards him and began to speak in Latin.

" Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino' qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem Ecce dabit voci" the demon began to laugh.

"Don't you want to know Rayne? Know what you are?" I froze when I heard him use my name but thought it was probably just a trick, I opened my mouth to continue when the demon cut me off again.

"You know you're different, don't you Rayne? You know you're not quite human right?" he taunted. I stepped forward.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"If you want to know, you'll have to let me out." it smiled impishly. I shook my head but found myself taking another step towards him.

"Oh come on, you have always wondered haven't you? Wondered about your abilities?"

I nodded slowly taking another step. I didn't want to let this thing go but when would I get another chance to find out why I was the way I was and this demon knew me by name. I took one more step and rubbed out a section of the trap with my foot. The second I stepped back the demon rushed me.

"You stupid girl!" he growled, his hands around my throat as he pinned me to the wall. I gasped for air as his fingers tightened and suddenly loosened, allowing me to take a tiny breath in.

"I might as well tell you, you're going to die anyway, might as well let you die knowing what you are," he sneered, "you see when you mother was giving birth to you..." there was a small flash of light and the demon dropped me, I fell heavily onto the hardwood floor. I looked up and saw Dean panting with a knife in his hand, she same one I had been wielding in my dream. I stood up and brushed myself off and stormed out to the car. Not looking back to see if Dean was following. I stood next to the locked impala and waited. A few minutes later Dean came back and unlocked the car. I climbed in the passenger seat and slammed the door. I knew Dean had saved me but at that moment I didn't care, my whole life I had waited to hear what that demon was going to say and he wrecked it.

Dean climbed in the car and started the engine without looking at me, it wasn't until we had been driving for about ten minutes when dean let out a sigh and pulled over. He turned to me.

"Ok Rayne what the hell, I saved your butt back there and you are acting like I did something wrong!" he sounded exasperated. I looked at him scowling, I had planned on giving some smart arse answer but when I looked at his face, he looked genuinely concerned and even a little hurt, everything came spilling out, my mother, Dad, my birth, my abilities, the only thing I left out was the fact that Dylan was an angel. I began to cry talking about how Dad had hated me, when everything I did was to please him and Dean grabbed me and pulled me close to him, I was resting my head on his chest, talking and bawling, telling him things I had never told anyone but Dylan. He said nothing, he just held me and rubbed my back. Eventually I pulled away and wiped my eyes, I didn't have any tears left.

"Oh god Dean, I'm so sorry, I've been going on like a blubbering mess for hours." I sniffled.

"No Rayne, it's ok, believe me, you're not the only one with daddy issues, my own dad was a hardass too, not as bad as yours but I know how it feels to be the obedient little soldier and still not be good enough for someone. I understand it must be hard not knowing and I wish I could say sorry for killing that demon before he told you but you have to understand Rayne, he was going to kill you. I couldn't let that happen, you mean too much to Dylan, to Bobby and I know this sounds weird seeing as it has only been a few days since we first met but you mean too much to me. I know you felt something that first time we touched, didn't you?" he looked at me as if he was hoping for a specific answer. I nodded.

"I dreamt about you Dean, before we met, I was running and you and Sam found me and we kissed, like we had done it a million times before, that's why I acted like such an idiot when I first met you." I explained and Dean smiled. Putting his hands on either side of my face, he pulled me gently towards him and softly kissed me. I felt a tingle run through me as his lips touched mine and I pulled away.

"Was it anything like that?" he asked huskily, I shook my head slightly. "Oh really, then I'll have to try again." he whispered pulling me in again and kissing me slightly harder. His lips were slightly rough and when my lips parted slightly he darted his tongue in tentatively, a small moan escaped when he did this and he took that as an indication to continue. He gently pushed his tongue in again but this time I countered with my tongue. This caused him to let go of my face and grab my waist. I put my hand on his thigh and he groaned before pulling away.

"We need to stop." he breathed heavily, "I don't want to, but we should."

I didn't move. He groaned again and let go of me.

"Normally it wouldn't matter, but this time, you're different, we have time." I was shocked, in all the stories I had heard from Dylan, Dean was a total player. I leaned forward and kissed him gently, smiling as I pulled back.

"Ok Dean, we should get back to the others anyway." I moved back over to the other side of the car.

Dean shifted in the drivers seat, "hopefully this goes away before we get there." he mumbled and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Um Rayne, don't take this the wrong way but could you sit in the back?" he asked me.

"Um ok?" I was confused. Dean sighed and shifted again.

"In all honesty, if I'm looking at you, I might not be able to hold myself back, so yeah..."

"Well back-seat it is!" I giggled as I climbed over the seat past him. He groaned again.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?"

"Did what?" I smiled sweetly, knowing full well what he meant.

"You know what!" he grumbled as he started the car, I laughed but said nothing.

"You're going to give me a run for my money aren't you?" he asked.

"Is the pope Catholic?" I responded as we made our way to the diner.