*AUTHORS NOTE*

This chapter has a scene that may be triggering for anyone who has suffered sexual abuse.

Thirty

After catching me in the devils trap Crowley decided to let me stew for a while. He said something about letting the gravity of the situation sink in. I didn't think anything could sink much more than this, my best friend trapped because of me, my substitute father hating me, the man I loved rejecting me, his brother hating me and me full of demon blood. I sat down in the trap and looked around the room, it was just me and Dylan, I knew there were guards at the door but it was nice to be in a room without a demon in it. 'Unless you count me' I thought to myself.

"Dyls I am so sorry I got you dragged into all this!" I said to her before putting my head in my hands and choking back sobs.

"Rayne, don't be, you didn't ask for any of this." she said back, I looked up and I could see she meant it. I put my head back down, less upset.

"So what happened with Dean?" she asked me and once again I was fighting back tears.

"He called me saying he was looking for Sam, he deliberately had me see him in bed with another woman." I said shakily. I looked up at Dylan again and saw the shock on her face.

"Babes that doesn't sound like him at all! I mean sure he has in the past been a bit of a ladies man but he has never done anything that cruel. Besides, he loves you, anyone who knows him can see it." she told me, I shrugged, unsure of what to say. We sat in silence for a few minutes before we heard the door swing open. Thomas walked into the room with a smirk on his face. He was followed by crowley and two other demons I had never seen before. One had deep mustard yellow wings and was wearing a very expensive looking suit, and the other had plain grey wings and was wearing casual clothes, I could tell the suited demon was important by the way the grey winged demon pandered and fawned over him. Thomas led the group into the centre of the room between Dylan and I.

"So here we have an angel, not very old, but pretty important, my sources tell me she was Michaels protege," Thomas said gesturing to Dylan, "and this, this is Rayne, her soul and mine are bonded, she is the one who started Project Eve." he said with a grin. The two demons looked me up and down, I felt very uncomfortable.

"So what is your long term goal?" the suit demon asked, his eyes boring into me.

"Well seeing as there have been a few incidents with some of the subjects and our most promising subject has currently gone AWOL we thought we would concentrate on the roots of the project." Crowley explained.

"How so?" the demon looked at Crowley doubtfully.

"By creating a different type of hybrid." crowley answered.

"How?" piped up the lower level demon.

"By re-bonding the souls." crowley smirked looking at me. I had no idea what he meant.

"Again, how?" the demon asked.

"By, shall we say, mating the two." he replied looking at my face, obviously trying to gauge my reaction. It took a while but I finally understood what he meant.

"What!?" I yelled, "no, no one said anything about me mating or whatever with him!" I looked at the men and they were all smirking, Thomas looked especially pleased with himself.

"Well how else would we have a baby darlin'?" he grinned at me. I felt myself go into shock.

"Baby?" I mumbled my vision blurring, I felt myself fainting but I couldn't do anything about it. I heard Dylan screaming my name and Thomas laughing as the world went dark.

I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, my head hurt, it felt as if someone had hit it with a sledgehammer. I groaned and I heard Dylan gasp.

"Rayne! Are you ok? You've been out for three hours!"she called out to me.

"Yeah, I think so," I groaned back, rubbing my neck vigorously, "what happened?"

"Well Crowley said he and Thomas would be back when you woke up, they changed their plans, they were going to test your abilities when they came back but they decided to make you compliant they would try and impregnate you first." Dylan's voice cracked as she said the last part.

"Oh god," I moaned, "oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Babes, we need to get out of here." Dylan said softly trying to get me to calm down but it was no use, I was shaking uncontrollably. My mind flashing back to what had happened in the cabin, that was going to be nothing compared to what was going to happen to me. I began to rock back and forth, clutching myself.

"Ah you're awake love," I heard Crowley say as he walked into the room, "ready for your little date?" he chuckled.

"Fuck you Crowley!" Dylan yelled at him.

"Not very angelic my dear, I would keep my mouth shut if I were you, or I might agree to the suggestion posed by our visitors!" Crowley snapped at her.

"Oh yeah what's that?" she spat.

"Finding the results of breeding an angel with a demon." he sneered and Dylan went quiet. Crowley approached the trap as Thomas entered the room.

"Hey darlin' you ready?" Thomas asked me, I said nothing but shuddered deeply.

"Now Rayne, you are going to cooperate, or I will make our little angel friend wish she was dead, understand?" he asked me. I nodded, looking at Dylan who was crying again.

"I've been looking forward to this all day darlin'" Thomas said unbuttoning his shirt and entering the trap, I wondered how he was going to get out when he had finished with me. He slowly walked up to me and sat down beside me. I inched away from him, but a tut from Crowley made me think what would happen to Dylan if I didn't go along with it. I let him come closer, he touched my face and wiped away a tear. I shut my eyes tightly as he slipped off my jacket, I shuddered again as I felt his hands on my bare skin. He pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me onto the cold concrete floor, one hand moved around my breasts and the other unzipped my jeans, he slid them down my legs and placed himself on top of me. I felt his breath on my neck as his hand moved inside my underwear. A loud sob escaped my lips and Thomas forced his mouth onto mine to quiet me, I could hear Dylan yelling at him to stop and I heard crowley telling her to shut up. After a few seconds of fumbling I felt him force himself into me. I stifled a scream and forced myself to stay still, tears ran down my face and into my ears, I bit my lip as he thrust himself into me over and over again, I could taste blood in my mouth and realised I had split my own lip. While he was on top of me he pulled out a vial of blood from his pocket.

"Here darlin' drink this," he said putting it to my lips. I forced myself to open my mouth and swallow the blood, "good girl, now you have mine and Crowley blood in you too." he whispered to me. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, I felt Thomas shudder and he pulled out, moving away from me slightly, instantly I curled up into the foetal position and allowed myself to react. I let out a gut wrenching wail and held myself tightly.

"Good, now that's done we can start on the angel." Crowley sneered looking over my semi naked body.

"No!" I screamed, jumping to my feet, "you said if I did what you wanted you would leave Dylan alone!"

"I lied," Crowley shrugged, "demon and all that."

"Crowley, you can't!" I screamed at him, he paused.

"Get dressed!" he commanded me. I pulled up my jeans and slipped my shirt back on, before he continued.

"You can do whatever you want to me, just leave her alone!" I pleaded with him, "you can't do that to her!" I yelled and he turned to face me, standing just outside the ring of holy oil.

"You are right, I can't do that to her. Yet." he smirked, reaching his hand into Dylans stomach. She gasped loudly and tried desperately to force his hand out, Crowley grinned and twisted his hand, Dylan let out a bone chilling shriek as Crowley pulled his hand out. In the palm of his hand was a small ball of glowing pink light. Dylan collapsed, her head bashing on the concrete.

"I needed to damage her Grace first!" he gloated crushing the ball in his hand.

"NO!" I screamed, but it wasn't a normal scream, it was louder than I had ever screamed in my life. Crowley's face dropped and I saw Thomas scramble away and out of the trap. I looked down and saw a huge crack in the floor, I followed the crack with my eyes to see a huge split in the ceiling right through the devils trap. I stepped towards Crowley and concentrated, I lifted my arm and clenched my fist imagining it to be his throat, I heard him wheezing, desperately trying to draw a breath in, he clutched his throat, looking horrified, I lifted my hand and crowley rose with it, then with a flick of my wrist I flung him into the wall. I felt a growl come from the back of my throat as I turned to Thomas. I simply lifted him and flung him into the ground over and over until his nose was gushing blood. I approached his jacket which he had tossed aside and pulled out the demon knife I knew was there. I advanced on Thomas, growling the whole time.

"You can't kill me!" he squealed, "you'll die too if you do!"

"Who said I was going to kill you?" I sneered, I got to him and grabbed his head, looking at him in the eyes I carved a devils trap into his head so he couldn't smoke out. When I was done I dropped him and moved on to crowley, who was woozy. When he looked up and saw me brandishing the knife over him, he laughed.

"That stock standard demon blade won't kill a demon as important as I am!" he scoffed, I chuckled as I grabbed his head and began carving another devils trap.

"No, I thought you might say that, so instead I am making sure you won't smoke out while I inflict some pain on you," I retorted as I finished up, "sorry love." I said sarcastically. Crowley looked at me in surprise before he began to laugh. I had no idea what he was laughing at but I was sure he was trying to put me off. I heard the heavy door open and I spun around knife in hand to face any new attackers. I growled again, readying myself for a fight. Standing in the doorway was Sam and Dean, who seemed to shrink back when they saw me. Deans mouth fell open in a horrified expression.

"Sam! Dean!" I yelled moving towards them lowering the knife but they shrunk back further, "what?" I asked bewildered.

"Rayne, your eyes!" Dean sputtered and I stopped in my tracks. I looked at my reflection in the knife and shrieked. My eyes were no longer a dark grey, both my eyes, including the whites, were now blood red.